#and i suppose thats hard to get across in english

[lesbiangiratina]

Want to make it clear this isnt like, adding in rudeness to the lines, strive just took it out. Both lines im talking about come off as pretty condescending and the strive translations just pretend theyre talking like a normal person. Its funny. I really love the way they talk. Whenever i see them tack がいい onto an imperative verb i clap.

Trying to. Clean up testament’s quotes page. Someone added old translations of their xx voice lines a while ago but some of them are pretty off. Trying to replace some of them with a more recent translation vid but im. Encountering a fun problem where some of these lines DO have official translations in strive, but theyre. Phrased a lot nicer than i feel they should be in xx. So im kind of combining the 2 translations i guess. Its hard to not feel like im going to be killed for this

[jade-len]

i adore how mxtx sorta flipped the idea on the whole top/bottom thing with svsss, and just BL relationships in general.

making bingqiu very open to switching, not making the "bottom" super feminine and actually leaning more to the handsome side compared to the "top", how luo binghe is manipulative sensitive and cries easily, etc. one of the main themes in svsss is literally about sexuality (and possibly even about gender roles).

as a queer asian man myself, i absolutely despise the "yaoi archetype" and it was one of the reasons why i avoided consuming BL media. hell, years ago when i first saw heavens official blessing, i mentally groaned and went, "ugh, let me guess, the bottom is super feminine and innocent, while the top is masculine and experienced." of course, that's not the case now, but it's disappointing how that thought was there purely because of the god awful way fetish-y media portrays homosexual people and couples. because, believe it or not, we are not assigned male/female typical gender roles just because one likes to top/bottom (and even then, it's not even like that! some people have preferences, sure, but it's not so strictly "i'm top/bottom")

so, while i absolutely LOVE the english novel designs (especially luo binghe's cute curly hair, gongyi xiao, etc, and personally believe a lot of the takes from the western artist on the designs are an improvement), i am greatly saddened by people subconsciously assigning shen qingqiu as someone more delicate and feminine and luo binghe as someone super masculine and muscly. like, if you're going to have luo binghe depicted as the western design (i believe this stems from binghe being applied to more western ideals for men, and, admittedly, i actually really love his design), at least don't make shen qingqiu feminine and delicate? don't have his appearance play into the stupid yaoi thing?

i get that people have different takes on svsss, especially how the western version depicts it. but, people just... seem to very over exaggerate the top/bottom roles when it comes to bingqiu (again, these two are, canonically, VERY open to switching).

it's weird, it's uncomfortable, and it comes across as, "so, who wears the pants in the relationship?"

so, can we please have more canonically handsome shen qingqiu? canonically beautiful and pretty boy luo binghe (they literallly state that binghe looks EXACTLY like his mom, su xiyan! while a more handsome woman, is still very beautiful!! plus it is stated several times that binghe is slim, and that shang qinghua made him that way!) or at the very least, a BL couple who actually look like normal people (ok thats a little hard considering binghe is literally supposed to be perfect) and not just a stupid fetishized version of themselves.

and no, i'm not saying that queer men shouldn't be feminine or men who are feminine shouldn't be in a relationship with guys who are masculine, etc.

TLDR: please stop twinkifying shen qingqiu and going against what mxtx defied for us queer men (the stupid yaoi roles). and for the love of whoever you believe in, do NOT think that i hate the english design or people's personal interpretation of characters, i just hate the subconscious assigning of gender roles to bingqiu and how media portrays and fetishizes LGBTQ+ relationships in general.

edit: also i love teardrew's (check them out on twitter!) interpretation of shang qinghua. while i do really like the the eng novel design's tiny scared hamster vibes, teardrew's version just radiates "up to no good, paranoid but suspicious looking bitch" rat man and i love it so so so much. i'm not gonna repost their art bc i don't know how they feel about that but perhaps you can search up "svsss designs" on here, you'll see it pop up eventually lol.

edit 2 (1/16): i just saw someone reblog a post (that im pretty sure was referring to this one because, well, if you saw it i think it'd be a little clear kahxj) that was about how bingqiu switching and completely eschewing traditional top/bottom dynamics was a fandom idea or smth? so now i'm wondering, since i swear i remember that they were open to switching, but it's just that sqq preferred to bottom and/or was just a little too lazy to top. plus, sqq is a pretty unreliable narrator who says he doesn't want something one moment and then he does. how could he say no to bingbing? esp if he seems to wanna try bottoming too. perhaps i'm mixing things up though, idk? so if anyone can find that passage that says he only and strictly wants to bottom or whatever please show me! but i think the point of this post still stands haha (i wanted to ask about it, actually, but when i clicked on the og post's user it turned out that they blocked me ? so that was a little surprising oops. hey if ur somehow reading this, im... sorry for making you want to block me bc of this post? akdhxjj)

[aquanova99]

Do you think that the Denali’s learned each others’ languages. Like did Kate, Tanya, and Irina learn Spanish when Carmen and Eleazar joined? Did everyone learn the languages of Tanya, Kate, and Irina’s respective tribes because I don’t think the Slovakian language existed when the girls were humans

I feel like my Denali headcanons differ so vastly from happy, maybe I'm getting more sadistic... but you know when you go to family/friend reunions and talk to people with smiles but the second you stop you want to roll your eyes or you silently get irritated at the forced proximity?

💗The Denali Coven and their Native Tongues💗

Its not to say there is no love for one another but I mean, if you want to criticize how Carlilse thinks being a vampire condemns him to hell and then continues turning people, I mean I can at least make the argument that he was saving someone's life in a sense. But Sasha turned Tanya because she was in some way related and she wanted the company of another female. Tanya was from what we know okay with the transformation so I could see that she probably learned whatever language Sasha grew up with. I could also see Tanya not necessarily teaching Kate or Irina and wanting to keep something special between Sasha and herself.

I think Tanyas transformation changed something in Sasha, I think the curiosity of living with another vampire changed into a desire she may not have known she had originally. I think she wanted to become a mother. Maybe even felt like she was robbed of that chance like Rosalie feels. So a hundred or so years pass and they come across Kates caravan and they stop to feed. Sasha sees Kate is loyal, willing to die to protect the person she was assigned to most likely knowing it was useless, she also sees Kate bears a striking resemblance to Tanya and you know what? Tanya could use a sister right? This is where things a bit awry. Keep in mind none of these girls are children except maybe Irina, I cant check they took away the free online book I was using as reference 🥲 anyways. I just cant buy that all three women again, except maybe Irina, who grew up with families and lives were just happy with Sasha taking them away simply because they look related. All of this is to say, I dont think Kate ever shared her language with anyone until Garett. I also think that she stayed with Sasha and Tanya because, where the hell else was she going to go. Even though she was in her twenties I could see Sasha and Tanya treating her like a grumpy teenager. And Kate probably doesnt mind the label. Her and Tanya probably fight quite a bit, until she develops her powers. Then I think they just leave Kate to her devices.

Then comes Irina. Irina is supposed to be a peasant girl from a farming village, so I could see her maybe really attaching herself to the family story she gets shoved down her throat. I think Kate being so short and probably the actual younger sibling gets Kate to come out of her bubble. Irina brings out a protectiveness in both of the other sisters and it brings to a more neutral state, at least in the sense that they can be in the same room without hurling remarks at eachother. They absolutely know her native tongue just to make the transition easier. I do think once Sasha is punished by the volturi they stick to one language, and since they settled in Alaska they probably learned some Inuit and English. I do think in order to flirt with Laurent, Irina tried to speak french but her accent was pretty strong and thats why Laurent found her endearing

I think since these kinds of vampires cant sleep (which sounds so miserable pls) I think they probably pick things to learn about so I'm sure they are fluent in more than one language even if it may be hard to bring to memory. When it comes Carmen and Eleazar I think the Denalis definitely knew enough spanish to probably communicate with them but with the world changing and Eleazar being in the Volturi, they were the ones to adapt how they spoke. But I feel like Carmen thinks out loud and mumbles when shes upset and most of the time, she does this in spanish.

[sxfik]

han seo headcanons (part 4)

writing this is cathartic tbh. of course, i always write on the days i have an exam to prep for (aka my lit exam tmrw thats technically today)!! we make good life decisions here at clown nation <3

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the first time they competed, vincenzo was away on his buisness trip to italy. he had some loose ends to tie up after his little contract and getting paulo off the helm of the mafia.

which meant that jipuragi was particularly empty without the italian-korean's presence. no one to give han seo a pat on his back. no one to look over cha-young's shoulder.

they all felt it hard, as if the firm had a huge hole where vincenzo is supposed to be

han seo felt himself looking at his desk every single time he passed by it. the first day was more jarring than the rest, he had gotten used to vincenzo's presence in his life.

it was a particularly late friday night at jipuragi. han seo lugged into the firm a gigantic stack of contracts and internal documents about babel so the laywers and him can go through each one. cha-young had to carry both her and vincenzo's load for that week with vincenzo in italy.

they were stressed and tired and had a million paper cuts from sorting through each pile of documents. all three of them were working quietly, the silence comfortable, save for the sounds of russling paper and pens scratching across notepads

"alright, i'm off for the night. i have a airplane competition tomorrow morning and i need jason to fly far for me so i can finally win that 500 dollar prize. goodnight byeonosanim, mr. jang" the paralegal said as he put on his satchel and took out his cycle. he waved his goodbyes as the he left, leaving han seo and cha-young in the office by themselves.

they had only known each other for two weeks, really. han seo always met his hyung vincenzo over drinks or over at his house. he only ever saw the pretty lawyer from a distance, usually when taking note of how his hyung vincenzo dotes over her just so he can tease him about her

and use her to distract his hyung

it always works

cha-young didn't know much about the young ceo, despite meeting him a couple times from her time at wusang. part of her never wanted to trust him, even though he had proven himself and his loyalty to vincenzo, because in the world she lived in, everyone could betray the other at any time

but his presence in the office was comforting to her. he had come in, dressed like an 80s disco star and all asking if he could join the team, and somehow, he stuck with her.

something in her wanted to trust him. he seemed unassuming and loyal to the core, especially to vincenzo. the way he always walked into the firm grinning, visiting the plaza residents. he had an energy about him that reminded him of a younger sibling she's always wanted

but she was burned once with prosecutor jung and she's learned her lesson so it was time for the ultimate test

"are you hungry?" she asked, shuffling through her papers one last time before standing up, and putting the stacks back into their file system

han seo was startled for a second, his head buried deep with in the papers, the words almost swimming together with the amount of times he had to look through these contracts

for a second, he thought she was speaking to vincenzo, not himself before he remembered that vincenzo wasn't here this week

"Oh yes, byeonosanim. Would you like to order something or..?" he'd replied as he stood up from his seat, giving his legs a strech. he had forgotten just how tired he was until she asked him, his body feeling the effects of running the company and being at jipuragi

"Yeah, we can. I have the perfect restaurant to get some food from! they're always open late too so it's really convenient" she quipped back, her back facing him as she started putting all the contracts back into place and started pulling out new ones to look over

he followed suit, clearing up the table he was working on and moving to the paralegal’s desk.

even though his work was often hard for him to understand, the legal and formal language needing multiple reads, he felt refreshed each time he came to the plaza

he'd established a daily routine here, going to check on the hee-soo at the snack bar, visiting the pawnshop

he's quite good with his hands. he'd always known he had a knack for taking things apart and fixing them, which especially helped at the pawnshop when college students and older families would come by with broken tablets and gadgets.

even though he was rich, barely anything was spent on him when his dad was alive. every single new outfit or toy always went to han-seok, where as he was stuck with the ragged hand me downs, and old toys.

so when he had gotten his first phone, and broken the keypad, (because han seok threw it across the room when he got angry that he had the same model as his illegitimate brother) he understood it was up to him to figure it out.

he was always good at taking things apart, from all his toy cars to majority of the gadgets and clocks he had in his house.

(there was a day, when he was younger, that he took apart han seok's toy car. the next school day he walked around with gloves, trying to forget about how his cuts hurt as he curled his fingers around a pencil)

taking things apart and then putting them back together the same way was somehow natural to him. but of course, none of that mattered since he couldn't score well enough on his exams to get past the courses he needed to into engineering. plus, he could imagine the sneer on his father's face if he told him what path he was considering...

for most of his life, he'd felt useless compared to his brother. he was never the quick-witted boy at school, failing his english courses and having to go to cram schools and tutoring sessions just to pass by.

he hated going to school everyday, having the teachers shame him for not being as smart as his brother, not being as charismatic or as smooth talking

the exam days were always the worst. looking at the exam sheet, his palms sweaty and his throat tight as he looked at the questions

the doubt was overwhelming. the pressure made him sweat and freeze up even though he knew the problems.

the kids at his schools always seemed to prefer han seok, for some weird reason, when to him he's always been the menace in his life.

han seok was the one to head the company. the one he can't measure up to in front of his father. the one to push the family forward. every bit of praise, every second of attention, it all went to han seok.

han seo was the mistake. the one who always fucked it up. the one who seemed to mess up his brother's plans.

his brother seemed to take it upon himself to remind him that he wasn't meant to be alive. and their father, believing it to be good for han seo, would force him to be tutored by han seok every day.

his brother had a field day with it, finding the most creative ways to abuse and torture him

of course, he's not allowed to say a word about it.

at first, working at jipuragi was anxiety inducing, sweat drenching his shirt each time he brought a document he thought useful to vincenzo, his throat closing up imagining the consequences of fucking up

he knew deep down, that vincenzo wasn't like his brother, he will not hurt him, he will not kill him

but the anxiety and panic are second nature to him

his eyes were glued to his shoes after he handed it over to vincenzo.

vincenzo paused, looking over the document with scrutiny. and his body was automatically bracing for a slap, a punch. at the very least a snide remark or a sneer.

instead he looked up at han seo, nodding, and told him "this is very useful. thank you."

thank you.

thank you. he blinked.

the words echoed in his head as he replayed them back over and over. thank you. in all his years working, no one had said thank you. no words of appreciation were ever dealt for doing his job. for doing something right.

unable to think of a reply, he walked back to his desk and sat down, the shock overwhelming him before he got his mind working again

although it took him double the time to go through the contracts than it did vincenzo or cha-young, he was never berated. there was never a comment about how slow he was, how he wasn't cut out for this, only appriciative glances and words when he did well

and when he didn't, they corrected him, gently. never maliciously, never taunting, always gentle.

and for the first time, he could breathe

the time passed by quickly as they both continued working in silence, han seo finishing up half a stack before the doorbell rang.

"i'll get it! ceo jang, can you set the table up?" cha-young looked toward as she went to grab the food from the delivery man

"yes, byeonosanim" he replied as he went to grab some disposable plates and wooden chopsticks from the cabinet

he set everything out just in time for the lawyer to set the food down. he squinted at the bowls she pulled out, the bright red liquid a stark contrast to the white containers.

"uh, byeonosanim, what is that?"

"hm? oh it's fire noodles. you don't mind spice do you, han seo?" she quirked her eyebrow at him, her voice sickly sweet

and he grinned at her and that was enough of an answer: it was showdown time.

so there he was, sitting across from cha-young, the container of red chili oil central to both of them. both of their suit coats were off, lest they start literally heating up.

oh, and if either of them reach for their water: they're out.

for about 10 seconds, they stared at each other, trying to psych each other out, before his phone timer counted down.

....3, 2, 1 and they were off!

both of them grabbed their chopsticks and spoons and ate two large bites and drank the broth before angling for one spoon full of chili oil into their noodles.

and on they went in this cycle, eating a bite and drinking broth, and pouring chili oil in after each cycle.

3 pours in, and they were still doing good, neither of them showing any signs of redness

6 pours in and his tongue was swollen, her eyes watery, their broth bright red

7 pours in and .... was it just him or was the room getting hotter?

8 and you could see the sweat dripping the lawyer's forehead, the sniffles of the lawyer getting louder and louder. meanwhile he was panting, trying to increase the circulation into his mouth

9 and their arms meet across the table, inches from the chili oil. their eyes lock, their faces bright red and the pain of his tongue unbearable

his eyes are squinted (from his eyes burning or from concentration, we'll never know) and the lawyer is making faces, trying to get him to give in

"it'll" *huff* "be easier" *huff* "if you give in now" *huff*

he laughed back, in response. "and let you win? no way. I'M getting that paper crown"

their eyes both glance at the flimsy, blue paper crown set upon it's carrier, a stack of contracts

she scoffed back (and almost choked) "absolutely not"

they stare each other down as they pour more in and go for another round

they swallow and in that second, cha-young made a fatal mistake

she breathed in the fumes. and coughed. and grabbed the water before she could think about it.

"AHAHA I WIN!!" he yelled out, the chair flying back as he jumped up, the layer of sweat easing up when he grabbed the bottle of water and chugged the whole thing down

the lawyer on the other hand, was slumped in the seat, taking the opportunity to also chug the water.

for around 10 seconds all they did was pant, getting their bodies back into a normal pace before cha-young spoke up

"fine i guess you win, have a great night!" she jabbered out quickly but he knew what she was trying to do

"nuh uh, nope, you're not getting out of this. we agreed! loser has to crown the winner." he grinned at her, his eyes completely closed as his happiness shone through

sighing, the lawyer grabbed the crown from it's holy pedastal and stomped over.

"tun ta da da !!! all hail king han seo, destroyer of spice, the unyielding one" she sang out, her voice deeper as traces of laughter tinted her voice

she placed the crown upon his name and bowed, "may he reign forever" and looked up and shot him a wink "at least, until i win next time"

he struck a superman pose, and puffed his chest out, before both of them crumbled into laughter, cha-young dramatic one ringing above his cackling

"we should do this again please, noona!" he wheezed out, his stomach hurting from laughter.

but it was only his ringing out, as hers cut out sharply.

"noona?"

he paused as his head whipped around to the lawyer, her head tilted as she looked at him

did i say that? i swear i called her byeonosanim... and he replayed the moment.

fuck.

"ah, i'm so sorry hong cha young byeonosanim, i overstepped, i apologize," he bowed in apology to her.

"do you call vincenzo byeonosanim hyung?"

"huh?" he looked up at her in confusion, "uh, yeah i do call him hyung. why?"

"you can call me noona then." she quipped back and for a second, he stared at her. wait what?

she clapped his back, and he choked on his spit, the clap knocking the air out of him "relax. you passed the test han-seo. i've always wanted a younger brother, you know? you can call me noona. as long as you remember your manners, that is," shooting him a wink

he glanced at her, before breaking out into the biggest grin, his gums peaking out.

"okay... cha-young noona!" he giggled, as they took their seats.

she grinned back, settling in.

"ah, you know noona, he said the same thing as you"

"huh?" she squinted back

"vin hyung! he said the same 'you better mind your manners'" han seo laughed as he mocked the korean-italian mafia's voice

"you know, that impression is spot on!" she laughed as he continued the voice, adding in the classic hand gestures, until both of them broke into laughter.

for some reason, both of them were instantly comfortable with one another.

for han seo, laughing with cha-young, trading insults and teasing felt warm, it felt like he'd found a best friend (a best friend who once upon a time he almost maimed by sending thugs after her, but she swore to him that all is forgiven) they had similar humor, similar tastes, similar personalities

for cha-young, he felt like a partner in crime. not like the way vincenzo her partner in life in crime, but in the way that they were both pranksters, both with similar personalities and bright humor

it felt like finding a sibling, a person to commit crimes with, a person to clown together with

"you know, noona, is vin hyung..." he paused mid-sentence, contemplating if he could ask this.

"go on, han seo" cha-young encouraged him, one hand bringing the bottle of water to her mouth

"is he your boyfriend?" he rushed out the words and—

he was sprayed in the face.

cha-young was sputtering as the water dripped off his face, and his eyes shut as he wiped off the excess

"yah, why would you even ask that?" she scoffed out refusing to meet his eyes, but he could see the red tint creeping up on her neck and her cheeks

he shot her a look.

"yeah, yeah okay. he and i are... partners"

"oh." he quipped back, a sinister smile slowly spreading across his face

"no, no, no" she shook her at him, "i do not have a crush on him"

he raised an eyebrow back "who said anything about a crush hm, noona?"

she froze and he knew he'd have next weeks entertainment sorted

"you know maybe i'll take back that younger brother thing if this is how it's like" she taunted, but he didn't feel any hurt. instead her teasing just made his heart soar, her teasing somehow a comfort

"oh, we're just getting started!" he quipped back, as they cleaned up for the night, continuing their conversation as they restored the firm back to order.

"i've noticed you going to the pawnshop a lot recently" she noted, as she grabbed a stack of contracts to put back into the filing cabinet

"ahh, yeah i've been helping them out. they're having a baby you know and it must be hard on both of them to run the shop" he responded as he stacked another set of contracts together, clearing Mr. Nam's desk

"you should do it."

"what?"

"study electronics. or at least continue working for the pawnshop."

he stared at her.

how did she know? for someone so bright and busy he didn't expect her to be so observant to him.

"oh please, like it's hard to notice. i've seen the way you always seem to be happier as you pass by the pawnshop. when i popped in during lunch, i saw you, hunched over the tablet. it's the happiest i've seen you look."

"oh." he grew quiet "it's a little too late, don't you think noona? for me to even consider that? i'd be a little foolish to follow that"

she sighed and turned to him, grabbing the stack from his arms. "let me tell you a story han seo. i'm 34 years old and a lawyer and don't get me wrong, i love doing this. but when i was little my dream was always to sing. but for years, i pushed it back, thinking i could never do it."

she stuffed the papers to the back corner, somehow managing to stuff it in and turned back to him.

"so, noona? did you do it?"

"patience. a couple weeks after my final exam for law school, i said why the hell not. and now i've been taking lessons one and off for years!"

"you should give a demo!! sing for us"

"oh, please i couldn't possibly do it" she tucked her hair back, looking bashful.

"ple-" he barely got the words out.

"oh of course, if you insist!" she grabbed the empty water bottle and climbed on her stool, the makeshift stage for the night

"noona! noona!!" han seo cheered her on as she stood up. she cleared her throat, moving her head to the side and warming up

and she opened her mouth.

and sang.

if you could call that singing.

what came out was more of a series of tone-deaf screeches, making him wince but mask his face with a smile, trying to solider through the pain.

he clapped as SOON as she finished the last note, his ears grateful for the break. she took a flourished bow as she jumped off the stool

"how was it?"

"noona, that was amazing!" he lied, trying his best to stop the ringing in his ears.

she smacked him with her water bottle "yah! you liar! i'm god awful" she made one of her classic faces.

"you know??? and you made me endure that???" he touched his ears. he expected to see blood but luckily the damage wasn't too bad

"YAH!" she smacked him again. "you brat, the point isn't that i'm good or not."

"then what is?" his eyebrows furrowed as he looked in confusion.

if you're not good at it then what really is the point? why should i keep trying?

"the point is that i'm happy. it doesn't matter how good you are at something for you to consider it an interest, as long as it makes you happy."

he paused. no one had ever said that before. to do what makes him happy. not what made his father or his brother happy. everyone's advice all his life was to stick to what you're good at and that there isn't a point in trying if you aren't good from the beginning.

"look i'm terrible at singing. but i know that if i had never pursued it, i would have grown old and regretted it. so what if i am bad! at least i got to do it while i'm alive! give electronics a shot, han seo."

han seo bit his lip slightly. and he nodded.

he was going to give it a shot.

"good! now lets get this cleaned up and go home!" she sashayed off to her desk, grabbing the last of her stuff before they left the firm.

the next week, when vincenzo was back from italy, he had expected to find the firm just like he left it. what he didn't expect was his girlfriend wife partner and brother han seo, one sprawled on the couch and the other on the floor, piles of blankets and what looked like a mic and SEVERAL bottles of sujo scattered across the table.

they were both in matching pajama sets, and snoring very loudly. he shuffled over to his desk where a note that looked like it was written in crayon was left

and it said

"dear vin hyung: noona and i were having a sleepover last night. i made sure she was extra safe and did not do anything overly amitious (like call you in the middle of the night to ask you if you had to leave) if you are seeing the mess that we probably made, please excuse it. i will clean it up as soon as i can. grazie!

p.s. you should ask noona out sometime, i have it in good word that she might be interested ;)

to be continued...

a/n: let this be a fic reminding you that if you are passionate about something, pursue it! our world conditions us to believe that you have to be good at something in order to be able to do it but that's absolute bs. please give your younger and future selves a chance by taking up something you've always wanted to do <3

[a-pretty-nerd]

Things Get Rough (Roderick Heffley x Reader Smut)

Request: "could u write a smut about sex with rodrick after a fight? plzz 😔 (sorry for my bad english, im from latin america)" ~ Anonymous

A/N: This Will Be My Last Free Fanfic. This was the last thing I am accepting as an unpaid fanfiction writer. Im sorry it took a little while, I've been busy. And honestly I was surprised that I had never done this prompt before??? Thank you for the request 💕

P.s. This is litterally so late I'm ashamed. When I recieved this request and decided to stop taking requests I was at a really dark place and yknow fanfic writing takes a back seat. So again, I apologize to anon and everyone that has supported me.

Warnings: Sex, yelling? Theres an argument.

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How could he? How could be just sit there, twirling his stupid drum sticks as he talked with his stupid friends about something even stupider? At first you thought he was planning something special to ask you. Like chocolates or flowers or a big banner saying something cheesy like: "Rock on to Prom with me?" All the other girls were getting asked!

And your boyfriend, just sat there. Prom was approaching quickly and if he didnt ask you soon, how were you supposed to coordinate your outfits? Did Rodrick even own a tux? You were doubtful. You sat next to him on the bench before the first bell, your blood boiling as the thought consumed you.

Did he even want to go to prom with you? Did he even want you? Did you mean anything to him? Clearly not if he's not going to ask you.

You watched him laugh with his friends before his head swiveled to your brooding gaze. That dumb smile of his still plastered to his face. He starred at you for a second before speaking.

"What?" He asked dumbly.

"Hmph!" You huffed before plucking yourself up from you seat and walking away. Rodrick's smile dropped. He looked at his friends and shrugged.

You tried to avoid him the rest of the day, which was hard because you had social studies together second period, and usually he copied your homework. But not today. Today you sat far, far away from that heartless jerk. He watched you enter with a dumb smile, expecting you to sit next to him as usually. But you turned the other cheek and sat across the room. Rodrick looked confused, he looked at the chair next to him and back at you with a sheepish scowl. That fool.

You hid at lunch so he wouldn't find you, and you decided to walk home that day so you wouldn't have to suffer an awkward ride home from him. You didn't need his charity. As you walked, you heard the faint putter of a certain vehicle. You knew that sound a mile away. You tried to walk faster but it didnt help, soon that stupid spray painted fan was right on your tail.

"Hey..." Rodrick called from the drivers side, "why are you ignoring me?" He called.

"I'm not ignoring you." You spat with your head help high in defiance.

"Yeah you are! You've been ignoring me all day!" His head swayed back and forth from the road to you. You continued to ignore him. "Aw c'mon Y/N! At least let me drive you home!" You didn't speak. "Please, just talk to me! I'll do anything!" He whined like a sad dog. "Did I do something wrong again? Just tell me, I'll fix it!" You stopped and starred at him with rage burning in your eyes.

"If you really cared about me, you'd have already fixed it!" You shouted beforr stomping off again.

"Fixed what!? What did I do!?" Rodrick cried after you with a sad and fustrated huff. He watched you turn the corner to your house disappear inside.

That night, you cried into your pillow as you though about him. You wiped away mascara stained tears as you starred fondly of a picture of the two of you together. That was the night he first ask you out, after his band played a show. Suddenly you heard a tapping at your window.

Rodrick stood there in your backyard, tossing pebbles at your window. By the time you opened it to call down to him, you watched him stumble back in surprise as he tossed down a rock that more than likely shattered the glass. Lucky you.

"What do you want!?" You hissed ar him.

"I'm sorry!" He shouted.

"Shhhhhh sshhut up! Everyones asleep!" You shouted, in a hushed tone.

"I'm sorry! I..I brought you some flowers!" He hushed back, holding up a handful of harshly picked and bruised flowers he definitely got from his mother's garden. You sighed.

"Fine...come up." You walked back to your room and watched Rodrick climb up the tree beside your window and crawl like a turtle into your room with a loud thud. "Do you even know what you're apologizing for?" You scoffed at him.

"For hurting your feelings?" He asked as he stood from his place on the floor.

"No!- well, yes, but do you know how you hurt my feelings?" He took a look pause.

"No." You huffed in disbelief.

"Prom, Rodrick! You never asked me to be your date to prom!" Yknow, that sounded a lot more dramatic and heartwrenching in your head. He starred at you for a moment and then slowly he face scrunched up in confusion.

"What?" He asked, slowly walking towards you. "You're mad at me, because I didn't ask you, my girlfriend, to prom?" It sounded worse when he said it. He turned your head and crossed your arms.

"...yes." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he shook his head.

"But your my girlfriend, so obiviously we're going together!"

"Well how am I supposed to know that, you never brought it up!"

"Neither did you!"

"But you're the one thats supposed to ask me to the prom! You're supposed to prompose!" You shouted.

"Why would I when I thought we were already going together!?"

"Because its what your supposed to do!" You didn't realize how close he was. You didn't realize how much taller he was than you or how his hands reached out and grabbed your face. You didn't have time to move until it was already too late. His lips were on your lips and your hands were in his hair and his hands let go of your face to wrap around you in a passionate embrace.

His chest heaved as he took deep and powerful breaths in between kisses. You shuffled back as you fell on the twin bed behind you. You moaned as his hands reached up your pajamas. His cold fingers ran across your warm flesh and his hims began to buck against yours.

Soon clothes were flying and your heart raced frantically. You craved him, unable to think of anything but him, anything but this. Right here, right now. Horomones raged on as he frantically unbuckled him belt and threw his pants down. His erection sorung free, eager and ready to please you. He slid a condom over his length and without missing a beat, leaned over you for another fevered kiss before entering. You gasped and threw your head back as it began. Your hands clawed at his back as he started to thrust into you. At first it was nice and steady but they got harder and faster as the tention built inside you.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck and let out helpless grunts and moans of your name. His muscles tensed as you felt him get closer and closer to his limit. Just a little more, just a few more sloppy, deep thrusts and you were done for. He reached a hand down to pleasure you further as his angle changed, hitting you perfectly. You came undone and around him. His jaw dropped and he gasped as a few more thrusts pushed him over.

"I-I'm gonna-" he groaned before spilling himself into the condom. The two of you were left panting, sweating messes, as per usual. You cleaned yourselves up and shared a few sweet kisses to calm your nerves before settling into one another's arms.

"So black and red?" You asked eventually, Rodrick still panting.

"Huh?" He huffed.

"Our colors for prom, black and red?"

"Oh...oh yeah that sounds nice."

[violetnotez]

hello!! how are u today? i hope youre well💖 may i request a baku crushing on a girl who is native eng speaker, but has never heard her speak. however one day the whole class is watching some eng movie n y/n starts dissing the movie in eng bc its so bad n the whole class is sHOCKED BC HER VOICE IS SO FLUENT N SM DEEPER IN ENG. bakubabe is just there like damn thats hot.

Hey babes! I’m doing well thank you, just doing some stuffs for my art blog! I hope youre doing well 💕💕also thank you to @gallickingun for the mangacap, it saved me so much time and I was actually able to color it! 😍

Also: IM ALIVE!!!! I LITERALLY WROTE THIS TODAY AND OMG I MISS WIRITNG! I’ll start on that Dabi x reader fic I mentioned in a little bit, just wanted to post this! Hopefully it’s good lmao

⤷ Genre: Fluff

⤷ Word Count: 2020

⤷ Warnings: cursing its bakubabe

⤷ Synopsis: Bakugo won’t admit it to himself, but he’s conflicted: he knows he has a crush on you, but his dumbass won’t admit it-well, until he hears your sexy American voice.

Song Recs: ⤷If I Cant Have You-Shawn Mendes⤷Thinking About You-Calvin Harris ⤷Rather Be-Clean Bandit

This was so stupid. Completely dumb and a waste of his time.

Bakugo slumped in his seat a little more, a grumble escaping his lips as he tried to focus on the screen in front of him, his broad shoulders crossed in front of him.

He should be sleeping right now, not sitting and watching this dumbass romantic American movie, especially when you were by his side.

There was no reason why his cheeks should feel hotter when you laughed at the movie, or his hands feel clammy with his sweat everytime you shifted your body closer to him.

It was pissing him off, because no matter how much he tried to ignore the pent up emotions in his chest, he had to admit it to himself-he had a goddamn crush.

On you, the goddamn exchange student.

Fucking great.

His lips pouted as he sulked in his seat on the couch, trying his best to glue his eyes to the screen instead of sneaking a glance at your profile.

The TV showed one of the most sickly sweet and horrific scenes he had ever witnessed: the main couple on screen were finally declaring their love to each other, their voices getting louder and more desperate as they tried to one up each other, almost as if battling to see who could last the longest.

“I love you to the moon!”

“I love you to the moon and back!”

“I love you to the moon and all the stars in the sky!”

“And I love you to-“

A laugh erupted next to him, Bakugo swiveling his head over to see you giggling in your seat, your pretty lips parted as those sweet sounds came from your mouth.

“God, this is terrible!” You chuckled, shaking your head as you said it.

Bakugo’s face reddened, his eyes widening from the sounds coming from your mouth.

Your sentence wasn’t in Japanese: it was foreign and new, American sounding.

Bakugo was used to your voice sounding light and airy when you talked in Japanese, like a leaf on a autumn breeze as it floated into his ears and danced in his mind whenever you spoke his native language. Sometimes you would fumble over the words, trying to piece the meanings together as a blush formed on your cheeks and your eyes turned up from embarrassment. He always made fun of you from it, usually telling you to “Spit it out Baka, I don’t got all day”, but really-he absolutely loved it. You sounded so sweet, so innocent and endearing: he just wanted to wrap you in a hug and envelope himself in your sugar sweet voice.

But right now, your voice was somehow the opposite-it was deeper and richer, like warm,auburn honey on a summer evening. It coated his mind in its thick numbness, the only thing he could think of was how deep and sultry, and well, sexy, it sounded coming from your lips.

He squirmed in his seat, hating how much that little change in your tone affected him so much as you continued to giggle at the wreck of a movie in front of you.

Your class turned to look at you, their faces clearly as shocked as Bakugo’s-they had never actually heard your voice when you spoke English, and they weren’t quite used to it.

You looked at your classmates, your face twisted in innocent confusion.

“What? What did I say?” You asked again in that sultry American voice, making Bakugo shift in his seat, his face looking away from you as he covered his mouth with his hand.

Damn you needed to get that voice under control-he felt like you were controlling his emotions when you spoke like that.

“Whoa y/n you know English!” Kamianri propped himself up, his face clearly in awe as he yelled it out the words.

Sero, who was sitting beside him, chuckled at his air headed friend, giving him a judging look.

“Uh, you do realize she’s from America, right?” Sero snickered, Kamianri looking sheepish as he realized his forgetfulness.

“Oops, Sorry!” He yelled out again, earning a laugh from you and the rest of your classmates.

Jealousy bubbled inside Bakugo like a volcanic eruption, the dangerous emotion barely being contained inside him as his fists clenched.

He hated when others made you laugh, especially his freinds, who unfortunately figured out the crush he had on you a few weeks back. Hearing you giggle at his idiot friends made him want to yell out in possession, declaring that they should know that you were his-well would be his- and they should lay off. But you didn’t suspect a thing about his feelings, and he really didn’t feel like looking like a possessive freak in front of you.

He felt your body shift next to his, his heart beating faster as your finger tapped his shoulder.

“Hey, Uh, Bakugo?” You whispered, the sweet tone of your Japanese voice making him shudder pleasantly, as well as long for your deeper American voice.

He grunted in response, his arms still slung across his broad chest.

“Did I talk in my American voice?”

He scoffed, his eyes rolling in his sockets at how adorably oblivious you could be sometimes. He sent you a shit eating smirk, his vermillion eyes dark like wine.

“What do you think?” He stated, but he didn’t say it in his language, no-he said it English.

He watched your face instantly light up, your eyes bright with excitement and awe as you gasped.

“Wait-you know English?!” You yelled out in awe, a smile erupting on your face. That smile seemed to shake his world, his mind eternally thanking that the room was so dark as his cheeks flushed.

“Of course I know English,” he scoffed, “what idiot doesnt.”

You giggled at his comment, your body shifting closer to his.

Damn it, his cheeks were getting hotter-he could feel your shoulder a mere centimeters away from his, your skin radiating a coolness that felt so soothing being near his permanently hot flesh.

You leaned in closer, your eyes watching his face with sweetness. “How long have you been speaking it?” you asked, but in that hot ass American voice-he was about to combust right then and there.

Shit-he would never admit it, but he hadn’t been exactly practicing his second language. He had learned it back in middle school, when it was a required class, and he had passed it with flying colors of course. Over the years though, he began to forget it, and he was pretty rusty now, now only remembering a few phrases (‘What do you think?’ being one of them)

“Ahh-“ he grumbled out, feeling stupid for not even understanding what you had said. He felt those pretty eyes of yours continue to stare at him, making him feel almost guilty for leading you on as you face fell slightly.

“You didn’t understand what I said, did you?” You asked sadly, back to using your airy Japanese voice. He hated seeing you look so disappointed, as if he let you down in some way.

“Of course I do, dumbass, I just-“

“It’s been awhile since you spoken it?”

He grunted in reply, your mind already translating that to a “Yes.”

Your face somehow light up again, your body even closer to his as you shimmied yourself near him.

“Then I’ll reteach you it!”

“Huh?” He looked at you, his eyes slanted as you peered at you with an almost judging look. What the hell were you playing at?

You nodded again, your lips letting out a slight hum.

“Yeah, I’ll teach you a phrase in English! To be honest, I miss having someone to talk to in my language…” you chuckled at your revelation, your eyes coated in embarrassment.

Well shit-if you needed someone to talk to in English, he was going to be the one to do it. With his damn luck Icy Hot and damn Deku would jump in and be your little English buddy. His skin crawled at the idea of you getting all cozy with one of those two bastards, his insides light up like a fire.

“Fine,” he huffed out, pretending like he was giving in, “but I’m not sitting through a whole damn lesson.”

You chuckled slightly, brushing a piece of hair behind your ears.

“Don’t worry, I’ll start off easy,” you smiled up at him, looking up slightly as if in thought.

“We’ll start with a something easy,” you instructed.

“I’ll teach you-“your sweet Japanese voice suddenly turned rich like syrup as it switched to American. ‘Hi my name is Bakugo”,

“Easy enough?” You asked, switching back to Japanese.

“Fucking elementary,” he scoffed, “yeah I can do it.”

“Cool!” You exclaimed quietly, still mindful of your classmates watching the crappy movie. You shimmied again, your face squarely staring at his as you waited for him to start speaking, your eyes expecting and wide with anticipation.

Shit he was supposed to be paying attention?

Bakugo cursed himself in his mind, as he was too preoccupied listening to your hot as hell American accent.

Damn, he was going to have a hard time talking to you in English, especially if you said his name like that. He hadn't realized how mezmorized he was by the way you spoke his name, your voice low and sultry as if you were telling him a secret, something he was only able to hear. His spine tingled and his hands clammed up again, making his mouth feel dry.

Shit, you’d be the end of him.

He opened his mouth, feeling uncharacteristically nervous as he tried to speak the words you had spoken. He could barely remember how you had said them though, the syllables coming out his mouth feeling cracked and awkward.

“H-hi my n-ame is...shit!” He cursed at himself, hating the way the words felt in his mouth. He couldn't say them right, knowing full well he looked like an idiot as his cheeks began to redden.

He heard you giggle next to him, the voice sounding sweet and kind against his ear.

“It okay,” you reassured him, “your just opening your mouth a little too wide...here-“

Before he could register what was even going on, your hand had wrapped delicately around his jaw, the floral scent of your perfume swarming his mind and making him unable to think straight. Your digits were pressing against his hot cheeks, forcing his lips to pout out slightly.

Damn, if he thought he was blushing, it was nothing compared to this-it felt like his cheeks were on fire.

You laughed at his clearly shocked face, his vermillion eyes wide and filled with confusion.

“Don’t worry, Bakugo, I’m just helping you,” you reassured him, your voice feathery as you whispered close to his ear.

Why the hell did that sound so hot?

You sent him another smile, speaking again in Japanese and then back to English, “Just say- ‘Hi my name is Bakugo’,”

he continued to star at you, actually beginning to like the feel your digits pressed against his mouth.

He swallowed, trying to coat his dry mouth with saliva.

“Hi-my name-is-Bakugo,” he stuttered out.

He wouldn’t ever say it out loud, but he had to admit it-his English voice did sound much better with your fingers pressed against his cheeks like that.

You clearly noticed it as well, your face triumphant and proud. “There ya go, that sounded so much better!” You congratulated him, your fingers retracting from his skin.

He already missed the feeling of your cold skin against his hot flesh, his cheeks feeling empty without your digits pressing against them.

He sucked the flesh of his cheeks into his mouth, moving his jaw.

“Shitty woman-need to give me a warning-“ he scolded you, his hands feeling clammy with the sudden change in events.

You rolled your eyes, lying yourself against the couch cushions and returning your gaze to the TV.

“Well, your going to have to get used to it if I’m going to teach you more-“

“Teach me more?!?” He practically yelled out, gaining a few confusing looks from his classmates.

“Of course!” you smiled as if it was obvious, “need to make sure your fluent enough for a conversation dumbie!”

“It’s also fun seeing you blush like that Bakugo,” you playfully nudged his ribcage, sending him a wink as you turned your gaze to the movie, unaware of how flustered you just made him.

Well shit-he thought numbly, a small grin playing against his mouth-you were something else.

Taggings:

@weebartistinc​ @orokayagi​ @leeeah-loooser​ @bakarinnie​

[pub-lius]

thoughts while rewatching the john adams series bc im so opinionated pt 1: join or die

its really scary how much the actor who plays adams looks like my old pe teacher 😐

i do like the unbiased portrayal of patriots, bc a lot of american shows make the patriots look like innocent victims, but these were grown men being assholes a lot of the time. also don’t glorify protesters in history if you’re going to have your police teargas modern protesters doing exactly what the historical ones were doing 🤨

“i could tell by the set of your shoulders” girl queen his posture doesn’t get better. however i do love how they show them able to know each other’s feelings and thoughts based on each others body language. its very sweet

JOHN STOP WHISPERING I CANT TURN ON CAPTIONS ON THIS totally not pirating APPLICATION

child abuse 1: strangulation

ah yes, john, run towards the gunshots and screaming

child abuse 2: hate crime

“look at me 👁👁 look at me 👁👁” -the last thing you hear before you die

sam adams is literally incomprehensible wtf is this man saying

child abuse 3: verbal abuse

“i care not for malicious tongues on either side” “…*leaves*” me too abigail

i can never express how much i love 1770s fashion. just everything about the 70s. it literally slays so hard omfg. both english and french fashion too. they both put their whole white peoplussies into those fashion standards

“i do not have the luxury of your birth or your purse, sAaM” ok i can understand the purse part but his birth??? bro you’re deadass cousins. your pEdiGReE aint different (/nsrs idrc how that shit works)

charles abuse 1

aH sNoWBaLlS. a TERRIFYING prospect 😙

i love all the trial scenes. ik they’re supposed to make john look like a genius, but they just make him look batshit. also get further from the camera pls, im uncomfortable

omg the part where they have the black man testify. this is so important im so glad they included it. idk if this man actually testified, but i think it really shows the racial mindset of the time and the way white people oppressed poc. it comes across as a lot less redundant than all the historical dramas/biographies/novels that repeat the same speech about the horrors of slavery. like yes we know!!! but all the black characters you show barely have lines in the media you’re producing!!!! this character plays an integral role in the plot and also makes a point at the same time!!!!!

ooo adams going all ace attorney up in this bitch

also is this what the north looks like??? the color palette is so depressing goddamn

“are you prepared to swear that captain preston stood in front of his men?” “yes” … “are you prepared to swear that there is no way for captain preston to have given the order” “i cannot” bitch. make it make sense

okay no the way captain preston goes to say “young montgomery” and instead says his rank is so sad. he’s clearly like a father figure to them and i ☹️☹️☹️ props to the writers for that detail

ok but the scene where she proofreads his speech, thats me. im john. i write too much and i will admit its to make people think im smart. fake it till you make it. im with johnny on that one

LEEET TYRANTS SHAKE THEIR IIIIIROOOON ROOOODDDSSS AND SLAVERY CLAAAANK HEEERR GAAAAAALLING CHAAAAINS-

charles abuse 2

child abuse 4: calling them pumpkins tf

a bit obvious parading your illegal congressmen down the street in front of british soldiers but alright

[pieces-by-me]

You have me

Words: 2459

Summary: Hvitserk went through the same thing once. But can he help her get through it too?

Warnings: Mentions of death, drug abuse, angst. (English is not my first language)

Prompt: angst = comforting the character after the death of someone dear to them.

-So this is my little thing for @maggiescarborough​ 400 follower writing challenge. I wanted to post this sooner but I just got stuck. I hope you still enjoy reading this and that you like it. Also this is my first time writing for Hvitserk. 400 is such a big step and I’m sure you already grew but still I’m really proud of you! I hope you have the best of days 🌼

Hvitserk frowned as he entered the house. Empty again, like all the other times he visited the small hut at the outskirts of Kattegat. It looked like someone broke in and ransacked the whole place. Tables lay on their side, legs broken off. Clothes torn apart on the ground. Books, books the inhabitant loved dearly on any normal day, lay spread across the room. Pages kinked and ripped. No one was there and the hearth in the back looked like it wasn't used all day.

“Oh Y/N”

Y/N was not at her home but Hvitserk knew exactly where to look for her. There where three possible places. A little clearing in the woods filled with small yellow flowers, the offshore piece of land that was hidden from the people of Kattegat or, and he hoped she was not there again, the hut between the stables and the eel fisher. The same hut he himself used to visit in need of his next fix. A dingy and hideous place for such a person as her.

He went to the forest and beach first without any luck of finding the girl he searched for all day. How can she be there again? He only brought her home late at night and it was barely noon on this day. The dark blond haired men went with his fingers through his hair as he stood in front of the door he himself stood so many times. Deep breaths in and out to calm his nerves. Without knocking he went inside and was met with the disgusting smell of vomit, shit and death. Any man would say it was not a pleasant blend of smells.

Lost eyes found his. But none of them were with a shade of light he used to see in his favorite pair. Anywhere he looked he saw old men and younger once. Lying on the floor, snoring away or cowering in the corner. Trying to escape the ghosts. For just the smallest of seconds he thought he saw a burnt figure standing in the back stretching their arm out towards him.

“Snap out of it!”

The inner call to himself brought him back on his search. But after checking almost everywhere he gave up and went back to the entrance. Where could she be? Why wasn't she here?

Then the sound of a woman vomiting on the floor in the west corner, hidden under old fishnets and rotten blankets, made him stop. Sadly the sound was all too familiar to him.

Hvitserk made his way over to the ball of fabric the women hid under. The body shaking and heaving after throwing every little bit of food and water up. Drenching the floor in sick and tears.

Taking in a deep breath Hvitserk bend down to lift up the tattered bundle of cloth.

When he revealed the women he was met with the disoriented eyes from his childhood friend, Y/N. Unfocused, dull and broken. Thats all he could see in her stare.

“Y/N? Come on I'm taking you home.”

With only one word she broke his heart again.

“Mikkel?”

No he wasn't Mikkel. He couldn't be. Everyone in Kattegat knew about the little man that died unfairly and far too soon. Mikkel was Y/N's little brother. The one that made everyone smile. The one that always had a plan or idea to brighten up your day. The one that was good.

12 years and he was just ripped away. The saddest part was that nobody knows how he died.

One day he was found in the woods. Drenched in blood and cold to the touch. Some said he died because of the cold and then animals showed up, others said he was ripped apart by wolfs and then some, the once that were cruel, swore he was murdered and left there to rot.

Who would murder a 12 year old child that never did anything evil?

All these unanswered questions plagued Y/N's mind. Hvitserk could see that day after day. He could relate to that far too well. He also seeked out the bliss of not knowing and swimming in mushroom dreams and mead. But he got out. He had his little brother to help him. To get him out of this pit. And he would be damned if he let you stay in it. She may not have her little brother anymore but she had him.

“Y/N it's me, Hvitserk. Come up we have to get you back. You're freezing and you need something to eat.”

A rare clarity settled in her eyes at his voice. And with that clarity came anger.

“How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone!” It was supposed to be a scream but her voice sounded horse and bitter. Not enough use made it brittle and not enough water made it harsh. She spoke in stuttering sentences. Broken just like her.

“And I told you every time that you will not get rid off me.”

With that he grabbed her arms, pulled her up and swung her over his shoulder. Maybe a little harsh to just take her, but he did this often enough to know that talking to her wouldn't work.

Her failed attempt at punching his back felt like jumps from a flea and her demands to be put down didn't make it out of her mouth. Because after only five minutes of walking like that she threw up again. Lucky for Hvitserk's pants nothing more then water came out.

When he made it back to her little hut he brought her right to her bed. Or more to her pelt covered floor. Y/N was just laying there. Not saying anything and not looking at him. But she was also not trowing up anymore so that was good. Hvitserk used the time that was spend quiet with cleaning her hut and trying to fix her table as best as he could. But after two hours she still said nothing. She wouldn't even look at him. He knew that she was not happy with him, but he was not happy with her either. Though he wouldn't tell her that. He knew she needed time and help. And he would be here and help her. Help her get on her feet again.

“Why are you still here?”

Her voice sounded through the hut but it sounded fake. Not like her own.

“You didn't eat the whole day so I'm staying until you have something else in your stomach then mushrooms and alcohol.”

“I'm not hungry”

“We both know you're lying so just stop it already.” Nothing was said after that for another while.

The sun was close to setting and Hvitserk was getting worried. Y/N didn't move or say anything while he cleaned her room and made some mediocre soup. This couldn't go on any longer. He thought that after a while she would accept his help and get better, but no matter what he did she shut him out even more. Maybe it was not enough. His help. Or maybe it was the wrong way. Waiting for her to come to him.

As he looked at the women who was so dear to him he had enough. He wanted her back. As selfish as that sounded. He wanted to hear her laugh again. See her smile. Having her arms around him. He wanted to stumble upon her on the market and ask her how her day went. Not having to search for her and find her with the other addicts in a dingy hut. He wanted to find out what happened to Mikkel so that he could bring her a little closure. Something that would bring her mind to ease, so she wouldn't have to imagine the worst scenarios about her brother. He just wanted her.

Hvitserk went over to her lying body and saw that she trembled again. Not out of cold, or hunger but out of craving for something else. Small noises came out of her mouth. What is he supposed to do? All his attempts at getting her back on her feet were fruitless. Putting his hand on her shoulder her trembling and sniffles stopped.

“Leave me alone Hvitserk.” She wanted to sound strong. To make him hear how much she didn't want him there, even if it would be a lie, she wanted him gone. But her voice was frail and came out not louder then a mouse's squeak. His eyes grew hard at that. That was enough. He would not sit there longer and look her withering away.

“Stand up.”

Nothing. She didn't move even a little bit.

“I said stand up!” His voice raised to a level far from loving. With a tight grip on her shoulder he turned her around. Glassy and confused eyes met his. She didn't think he would make her stand up. Normally he would leave and hope she would sleep and get better. But not this time.

“UP!” Screaming may not have been the best way but it brought her to her feet. Raising with her shoulders still in his hands he stabilized her, she was far to malnourished and weak to stand on her own. Y/N stood in his arms for the first times in weeks but the look in her eyes showed that she would rather be anywhere else. Anger replaced confusion and her voice found new strength.

“What the hell is your problem? I said to leave me alone! Why can't you just do that?”

“You gave me no choice! Everyday I search for you! Everyday I find you in that hut that slowly kills you! And everyday you send me away, just to get back there! Not this time. I will stay near you and won't let you leave until all these foul things leave your body and your need for them stops.”

“I don't want you here!” Her screaming broke his heart. 'She does. She's just not herself right now'

Hvitserk had to belief that, otherwise he would tear up. And he couldn't. He had to be strong for her.

“You only want me to leave to get back to your mushrooms. But I'm not letting you go. I won't lose you”

“You don't understand. I need them.” Tears were falling from her eyes. Not a care in the world how she looked. She lost the care a long time ago.

“You don't. You just need-”

“YES I do!! I can't bare it. I don't want to! I won't!” Her hands grasped at his shoulder now. Trembling and shaking like leaves on trees. And just like leaves her body was slowly being pulled to the ground. But she held on to him and he held her. “Please....just leave” Her voice was small again. Tired and cracking.

“You have to.” His voice mirrored hers. Quiet and small. He didn't want to scream anymore. He felt her closer then ever. Not just her body but she was there. Her old self showed itself. Just a glimmer. But that was all he needed.

“You have to or otherwise this will never get better. You will loose yourself in this.” For the first time in too long she looked into his eyes. Hearing his words.

“You'll have to feel this. Pain and grief. And everything that comes with it. Fear, anger, panic and all the other ghosts. Otherwise you will never feel love or joy again. You will get through this. And I can help you, if you let me”

Trembling lips, flowing tears and choked gasped where his answer for a while. But he held her eyes with his. He was here and wouldn't go anywhere.

“Mikkel died. He is dead.” She never spoke it aloud. Those words never left her lips and now that they did she broke. Her body falling and sobs escaping her lips. Screaming at the pain that made itself notable after weeks of being extinguished and pushed away. Her brother was gone.

“I don't want to feel this!”

Hvitserk caught her falling figure before she hit the ground. Taking her in his arms. Holding her tight as to squeeze all her parts back together. He caressed her back, hoping it would bring her comfort.

“This is normal. You will survive this. Everyone does. You will come out of this. You are not alone even if you think that right now. I'm here. I will not leave you. You will survive this.”

His words and strokes were met with screams of agony. Clawing at his back as if it was the only thing keeping her together. Grounding her in a way that only he could do in this moment.

Sobbing into his neck. Tears also falling from Hvitserk's eyes but he didn't care. He held her as long as she needed. Slowly after what felt like hours her body slowly shut down. Exhaustion weighing her down. Soft whimpers only left her mouth now but her arms stayed strong holding onto him.

“I'm here. You have me. And you will get through this.”

And she would. With time she would. She nodded her head. Never being more grateful that he didn't leave her. He helped her. The only one she couldn't push away. She wanted to thank him. Crying to him that she wound't know where she would be if it wasn't for him. But she was so tired now. She would tell him. But now she needed sleep.

Hvitserk felt how her body slowly slacked against his form. Pulling her completely into his arms and of the floor he laid her back on her furs. Brushing fallen strands of hair out of her face she looked up at him. Her eyes looked like her own again. Not fully glowing but a sparkle of hope nested itself into the far corners of them. Holding on to his hand she squeezed as much as she could. Her voice still quivered but he heard the honesty in her words.

“Thank you.”

Sending her a smile he only nodded his head. Her eyes closing fast and she was pulled under by sleep. Still clutching his hand.

He sat there beside her for a while just looking at her features. She didn't look pained for the first time. And his small smile grew. After a while he stood up. Reheated the soup on the hearth and waited for her to wake up. She would have to get back her strength.

Y/N would get through this and he would help her every step of the way.

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Sweet Pea//i can't get her off of my brain

Request: Can I request a Sweet Pea/Reader with the song If U Seek Amy by Britney Spears, i can't think of anything plot wise but probably something to do with a party, maybe smut if you're up for it?

hey! enemies to lovers! i repeat, enemies to lovers! is that surprise though? do i know any other tropes? yes. am i going to use them in my writing? no. i hope you like it!! and have a great day everybody!! 

You’re not sure whose party this is. Rebecca’s, Ruby’s? No, it definitely begins with a J. Juliet? Nope. Jade! It’s Jade’s party. It was Juliet’s last night. Although you’re not sure how you can have two separate parties in the same house. Juliet and Jade being twins, they have to share everything, but their parties are separate, or at least thats what they tell people. Most of the time however, they blend into one. 

Its very rare that they have an empty house, but when they do they have weekend long parties. Both insisting that they’re nothing alike. But they both involve a copious amounts of alcohol, loud music, and drama. 

A flash of dark purple hair rushes past you as you walk through the front door and Jade sends you a quick wave and smile as she passes, she’s quickly followed by Juliet, with her pastel purple hair knotted in a braid and almost hitting you in the face as she chases her sister into the kitchen. 

“Give me that back. Its mine!” Juliet shouts angrily. You hear Jade laugh loudly over the music and then they’re both arguing. 

“If you wanted it, you shouldn’t have left it.” Jade replies, her voice teasing as she ignores her sisters tone. 

You’ve known them since you were a kid, and they’ve always argued like this. When it was their birthday, you had to bring the exact same present for both of them otherwise all hell would break lose. Even the box had to be identical.

“You don’t even drink. What do you want with vodka.” 

“I want to annoy you.” She shrugs. 

“Fuck off.” She snatches the bottle back and Jade pouts at her. 

“Someone’s touchy. Have you and Rebecca had a lovers quarrel?” 

“Shut up.” She huffs before storming off. She’s clutching the bottle tight to her chest when she passes you, her head hung low as she stares at the cream carpet and your eyes follow her as she makes her way through the large group of teenagers stood in the living room. 

You feel an arm around your shoulder making you look beside you, and you’re greeted with a very happy Jade. 

“Is she okay?” You ask, pointing in the direction that Juliet slumped off to.

“Yeah.” She glances towards the stairs and you see a slightly worried expression replace her smile. “Her and Rebecca had a very minor argument before the party about something idiotic and she’s been in a foul mood ever since.” 

“Oh.” 

“Anyway.” She changes the subject, the smile reappearing on her face and she greets a few people walking through the door. “Lets get drunk!” 

“You don’t drink.” You laugh, letting her lead you to the kitchen. 

“But you do though, so you’re drinking for the both of us. So, get this down you.” She hands you a shot of something bright red that burns when you drink it and tastes like a mix of fire and soil. “And this.” She shoves another one in your hand and you grimace, but down it anyway. “And take this for the road.” She gives you a red cup with an undisclosed liquid in it and pats you on the back. “I’m gonna go see if Juliet has stopped moping, but I’ll talk to you later.” 

“Have fun.” The two of you walk out of the kitchen and into the crowded living room. In the five minutes you’ve been in the drinking, there seems to be at least twenty more people just in the living room alone and you grimace as you watch the people dance and spill their drinks. 

You honestly have no idea how Jade and Juliet manage to clean up after their parties, and you’re even more confused as to how their parents haven’t found out yet. There’s been a few times where you’ve fallen asleep on the floor (or in the bath) and when you’ve woken up, the house has been spotless. 

Jade walks up the stairs, pushing past the couple’s making out before she disappears. And you’re left standing in the middle of the makeshift dance floor (the lighter patch of the carpet thats usually covered by a very expensive rug) trying to find your friends. 

You instead find Sweet Pea, looking smug as ever while he talks to some girl from your English class. The school year is coming to a close and graduation is looming. For some people, that means studying as hard as they can, getting ready for college and trying to cling on to the last bits of high school before they go off into the big wide world. 

For Sweet Pea however, he’s clinging onto something but its certainly not memories. He’s hooked up with somebody different at every single party you’ve been in the past month, and rumors are spread around the school like wildfire. 

People that have been to several parties in one night have seen him at every single one of them, all with somebody different. And it leaves you wondering what he says to these girls that gets them into bed so quickly or if he just doesn’t last that long when he actually gets to it. You’re favourite theory being the latter. 

He looks away from the girl he’s taking to, feeling eyes on him and before you can look away, the two of you make eye contact. A smirk takes over his appearance and you send him a disgusted stare when he winks at you before going back to flirting. 

The origin behind yours and Sweet Pea’s hatred for each other is unknown to everyone, even the two of you yourselves. But its notorious around Riverdale High. You don’t like him, he doesn’t like you. Its been that way since the serpents started, and even though the hatred between the two sides has long been over, you and Sweet Pea still can’t stand to be in the same room as each other. 

You find him cocky, arrogant and annoying. He finds you stubborn, irritating and very petty. When the two of you are in the same room you can bet that within two minutes there’s going to be an argument. Usually because you like to wind each other up, despite claiming to hate talking to each other. 

If there’s an opportunity to annoy one of you, the others going to take it, no matter the situation. Which has grown increasingly irritating to your friends when they can’t get through a conversation without being interrupted by Sweet Pea throwing something at you or you continuously flicking him in the head until he gets annoyed. And then it ends in name calling until one of you goes to far and the other storms off.  

You pull your gaze away from the tall serpent, now swapping spit with a blonde  and find Betty instead, sat on the sofa with a frown on her face while she holds a full bottle of beer. 

“Hey.” You don’t mean to startle her, but with the volume of the music only getting louder as you approach her, you have to practically shout. She jumps, seemingly being pulled from her thoughts and sends you a small smile as she watches you sit down. “Are you okay?” You lean in, until you’re practically shouting in her ear. It takes a few seconds for her to realize what you’ve said, but when she does she just shrugs and slumps back into the soft furniture. 

“I’m not really in the partying mood.” She replies and you send her a sympathetic smile. 

“Whats up.” 

“Boy trouble.” She huffs and looks out into the crowd. You follow her gaze until you find Jughead leaning against a wall, a drink in his hand as he watches Archie and Veronica dance. 

Large grins are on all of their faces and Betty lets out a deep sigh. The only problem is, you don’t know why one she’s referring to so you have no way to cheer her up. 

Betty’s relationship with Jughead and Archie is almost as complicated as yours and Sweet Pea-Wait. No, thats not right because you and Sweet Pea have the complete opposite of a relationship. You have an, un-relationship. Or, whatever. 

You shake your head, willing that thought and any other like it out of your brain forever, before looking back at Betty and hoping the right words to say will come to you soon. 

“Its okay.” You place a gentle hand on hers and she looks down at it. “I get it. Boys are complicated. But you are far better than any Riverdale High boy. Just think, you’ll be at college in a few months and you’ll have your pick of all the highly educated men that know what to do and how to treat you right.” You nudge her gently and a soft smile twitches at her lips. 

“I suppose so yeah.” She shrugs. 

“But tonight, we’re high schoolers. And do you know what high schoolers do at parties?” 

“What?” 

“They drink and make bad decision that they regret in the morning! So drink that and lets dance.” You say, pushing the bottle towards her. She rolls her eyes, but you can tell she’s suppressing a smile as she takes her first sip. “To peer pressure.” You bump your cup against her bottle before taking a drink. 

“Y/n!” Willow shouts from across the room gaining yours and Betty’s attention. Her red hair bounces as she pushes excitedly through the crowd and by the time she makes it to where you’re stood there’s a bright smile lighting up her entire face. She hugs you and then Betty, complimenting both of your outfits before finally remembering why she came over in the first place. “Have you seen Amy tonight?” 

“Nope.” You shake your head. “But I have only been in here and the kitchen so she could be anywhere.” 

“Damn.” She sighs. 

“She could be in the bathroom.” Betty suggests.

“Or smoking up outside.” You add and she ponders the idea for a minute before nodding. 

“Yeah.” She nods. “Probably. I’ll see you around.” She waves at the two of you before wandering through the house and disappearing out the patio doors. 

“Come on Cooper.” You grab the blondes hand, pulling her off the couch and into the sweaty group of people. She follows reluctantly, keeping her head down as she tries her best not to bump into anybody. 

“Baby, it wasn’t like that.” A guy you pass says desperately to his girlfriend who’s stood with her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl stuck on her face. 

“What is ‘does she take a piece of lime for the drink that I’mma buy her’ mean?” She replies impatiently and you and Betty stop a few feet away from them, wanting to hear more of whatever this conversation is. 

“I was talking about you.” 

“You were talking about me?” She repeats and you and Betty share a look, both of you knowing where this is going. When your question is repeated, you’re in a big trouble. “I have a citrus allergy, you know this.” She shouts and storms off leaving the guy alone and you and Betty holding in laughter. 

“See, we haven’t even started dancing yet and you’re already cheered up.” 

“True.” She shrugs. The song changes to something even more upbeat and the two of you start dancing (jumping around). 

Halfway through though you get distracted by a familiar serpent, passing you and a wicked smile takes over your face. 

You stick your foot out while dancing and the next thing you know Sweet Pea stumbles, spilling his drink over himself and a few other people. You stifle a laugh while he apologizes to the people around him and Betty sends you a disapproving look. 

“What the fuck!” He shouts and looks around, his eyes instantly settling on you and a deep scowl takes over his face. A few people around you stop dancing to watch what is happening, all waiting for the inevitable argument thats about to break out. You however, are unaffected. You just look at him, a sweet smile plastered on your face while you watch him dab at his t-shirt. 

“Oops.” You mumble, looking him up and down as he mutters curse words under his breath. Betty moves closer to you, a part of her worrying that an actual fight is about to break out, and you notice that even Jughead, Archie and Veronica have shuffled a little closer to the three of you. 

Betty exchanges awkward glances with Jughead and Archie before looking down at the floor, and you and Sweet Pea continue the small staring contest you’ve found yourselves in. 

He gives up first, looking down at his now stained shirt and you smirk triumphantly. “I hate you.” He mutters before shoving past you, making sure to bump your shoulder. 

“It was nice bumping in to you Pea.” You tease, watching him storm off and he flips you off over his shoulder. 

“You guys are actually ridiculous.” Betty shakes her head at you. People start dancing again, the moment seeming to have been forgotten already and you just shrug at her. 

Amy rushes past you a second later, distracting you from dancing and your eyes follow her as she runs further away. 

“I found Amy!” You say to nobody in particular making Betty laugh. 

“What do you think Willow wanted Amy for?” She asks and you send her a look. 

“What everybody wants Amy for.” 

“Se-” 

“Weed.” You interrupt, before looking at her confused. “Where you about to say sex?” 

“What? No.” She says quickly and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Did she look upset to you?” She’s changed the subject and you look in the direction she ran off to. 

“I mean maybe. I dunno. Is Willow around?” You ask and the two of you crane your necks to look around. You spot Willow stood by the patio doors. Her arms are wrapped around her, and she’s crying a little. You frown before slowly pushing through the stumbling teens “Are you coming?” You ask Betty, but she’s too distracted staring at Jughead. You sigh, and grab her shoulder, turning her to face you. “I think its clear who you want. Archie may have been the boy next door you had a crush on, but Jughead was your first love. Go talk to him, those college guys can wait.” 

“Are you sure?” She asks, looking at you quickly and you roll your eyes at her. 

“Yes. He looks a little lonely to be honest. If you know what you want, you should go for it.” 

“Maybe you should take your own advice.” She replies and glances at Sweet Pea sulking in the corner. 

“What are you talking about?” You frown. 

“Nothing.” She shakes her head. “Go see whats wrong with Willow.” 

“Have fun!” You smile, she nods before taking a deep breath and slowly approaching Jughead. When you get to the patio doors, Willow is no where to be seen and you let out a frustrated sigh. 

Why do high school parties always have to filled with angst and drama? Why can’t they be light, fun, easy? Why is there always something? Speaking of something...

“Sweet Pea.” You take a deep breath and turn around to face the very angry boy. 

“Y/n.” He says through gritted teeth as he clenches his beer bottle. 

“To what do I owe this pleasure.” You ask, really not caring about the situation. 

You want to know if Amy is okay, when she comes to parties she’s usually in high demand due to the stuff she brings with her, but sometimes that makes her a target. And if you’ve lost her, and now also a very upset Willow, you’re screwed. 

“The pleasure is all mine.” He smirks, looking you up and down. He’s back to his usual self and that only means one thing, he’s planning something. 

“You’re disgusting. Do you know that?” You huff. 

“Yep. You tell me at least once a day.”

“And yet you never listen.” You sigh and lazily pick at your nails. When you don’t get a reply you look back at him to see him watching a game of beer pong. 

“Sorry, what did you say?” He says, suddenly remembering what he was doing. 

“You’re an ass.”

“You also tell me that every day.” 

“I know. It’s a very tedious job but someone has to do it.” You send him a sarcastic smile and go back to looking around the crowded room. 

“What are you looking for? A life?” 

“Wow, I’m so hurt. Seriously what year is this and how old are you?” You roll your eyes. “And if you must know, I’m looking for Amy and/or Willow.” 

“Why?” His face lights up as he also looks around the dark room and you have to admit you’re glad he’s decided to help you. His height certainly gives him an advantage, and if anything does happen, you can just leave him to deal with it while you run away. 

You watch him look around, the way his jaw tightens and the muscles in his neck tense when he thinks he see’s her...oh god. What the hell had Jade given you? 

Your eyes widen as you try to ignore your drunken thoughts and Sweet Pea looks back at you confused as he waves his hand in front of your face. 

“Are you involved in the devils lettuce?” 

“The devils lettuce? Did you seriously just say that?” You snort, whatever lapse of judgement you’ve just had, has definitely passed. 

“Yes, I did. And I’m standing by it.” He huffs, moving to lean against the wall beside you. 

“Well, no. I’m looking for Amy because she looked upset. Willow was looking for her earlier but twenty minutes after they found each other, Amy stormed past me and then Willow was crying.” 

“What’s this got to do with you?” He asks rudely and you send him an annoyed look. 

“They’re my friends. I do have them things you know.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I know. It surprises me really.” He nods along. “Well, Amy told me that she’s going to meet me.” He says and your eyes widen as you turn to look at him. 

“Are you actually about to useful for once in your life?” You say, you’re tone becoming happier as he looks at you smugly. His smirk falters a little when the thought of you being cute crosses his mind, but he just does the same thing he does every time he has a thought like that. He locks it in a box in his brain and shoves it as far away as possible. “Where are you-” 

“I don’t know where or when.” He says and you huff loudly at him, punching him in the arm. “I’ve seen her once or twice around here though and I think she knows my face. I dunno, the person I used to get the dev-that stuff from, got caught and so he had to stop doing it.” 

“Was it Fangs?” 

“It wasn’t Fangs.” 

“It was Fangs wasn’t it?” 

“Yeah...it was Fangs.” He finally admits. 

“And it was Jughead that caught him wasn’t it?” 

“It wasn’t Jughead.” 

“It was Jughead wasn’t it?” 

“Yes fine! It was Jughead.” He huffs making you giggle. The two of you look at each other, a begrudging smile playing on his lips as he watches you laugh. The changing lights dance across your skin and he feels himself getting lost watching you. 

“Its hard to see with all the people standing in my way.” You mutter. “You’re a giant. Have another look.” You interrupt his thoughts and he feels his cheeks heat up at the fact that he was was looking at you like that. “Come on.” You grab his arm and lead him towards the stairs. He looks at your fingers wrapped around his arm and his mind blanks. 

It seems whatever he’s been drinking was stronger than he thought. 

“Wait.” You stop suddenly making him walk right into you. You feel yourself fall but he grabs you just in time, steadying you before the two of you jump away from each other. 

“I found them.” You point to the red head and black haired girls sat on the fourth step making out. “Well, that was short lived.” 

“At least they’re happy.” He shrugs. 

“Very happy it looks like.” You agree, the two of you watch as the kiss gets more heated and then suddenly you feel like you’re intruding. Both of you turn around and make you’re way toward the kitchen, both in desperate need of a drink, maybe not as strong as your others. 

“Damn.” Sweet Pea sighs dramatically as he leans against the counter. You don’t acknowledge him, instead pouring two drink out and handing him one. “I said damn.” He repeats and you suddenly remember why you don’t like hanging out with him. 

“What?” 

“I’m not gonna get any tonight.” 

“How awful. I’m sure your parts can take a day off.” You glance down and he rolls his eyes at you. 

“No, not that.” He shakes his head. “Thats fine, and it never takes a day off.” 

“Thats gross.” 

“I’m talking about weed. If Amy’s busy, where am I gonna get it?” 

“I dunno.” You shrug, now very bored of this conversation. 

“You can get it wherever you like as long as you do it outside.” Jade interrupts, saving you from a very tedious chat with someone that annoys you more and more with each passing second. Or at least thats what you’re trying to tell yourself. Because the five minutes you spent not arguing and actually helping each other, was actually quite pleasant. 

“Of course.” He says. She looks between the two of you and a knowing smile settles on her lips. Her and Sweet Pea seem to have a silent conversation while you just stand and stare at them confused. 

“How was Juliet?” You ask and Sweet Pea lets out a soft breath. 

“She fine. More than fine actually, when I found her she was already making out with Rebecca.” 

“Ohhhh.” You laugh. 

“What about you two. Have you been up to anything exciting?” 

“We watched two girls make out.” Sweet Pea shrugs, not realizing the implications and you and Jade just stare at him. “Not like that.” He blushes. 

“Willow and Amy.” You say, deciding to help him out of the hole he’s dug himself. 

“Ohhh. Aw. Thats cute.” 

“Yeah I know right.” You nod. “I think its been something thats coming for a while though.”

“What is it with everybody boning at my parties.” She wonders. 

“I think it shows how good your parties are. How many people hook up at Juliet’s?” 

“Very true.” She agrees. “Speaking of boning. You’s two seem oddly close.” She looks between the two of you and Sweet Pea and you both look at her disgusted. 

“We were both looking for Amy.” You defend yourself. The tone in your voice makes Sweet Pea’s chest ache. He no longer wants to talk to you, or anyone really, so he stays silent, trying his hardest to blend into the kitchen cabinets and figure out why he’s feeling all of these things all of a sudden. 

He’s been in the same room as you countless of times before, some would say too many times. And all of those times he’s wanted to kill you, but as cheesy as it sounds, the way you said that killed him a little and he can’t quite understand why. 

“Sure you were.” She teases. 

“Shut up.” You grumble.

“Jade, somebody’s thrown up in Aunt Vera’s vase.” Juliet rushes into the kitchen. Jade huffs loudly, placing her drink on the counter before following her sister out, leaving you and Sweet Pea in silence. 

You hum along to the Britney song playing, awkwardly looking around and trying your hardest to think of something to say that isn’t insulting. You haven’t quite realized why you don’t want to insult him yet, but when you try and thing of anything nice to say, you’re mind goes blank. 

He does look good though, even if his t-shirt is stained. And now you feel a little bad about doing that. His hair isn’t styled meticulously like it usually is. Its more hurried, less effort in it but you think he suits it more. He still has the curl at the front and you have a need to brush it away. 

nope. nope. this is not happening. nope.

“So...” You trail off, your lips forming a pout while you stare at the tiles on the floor. 

You can feel him watching you, and a blush creeps up his neck. He’s waiting for you to do something, say something, anything. But nothing happens. There’s no big, magical moment that you’re both apparently desperate for. You just stew in silence, letting the awkwardness fill the room until its almost unbearable.   

“I’m gonna look for Betty.” 

“I’m gonna go find Fangs.” 

Both of you say at the same time and rush out of the room, heading in different directions in search of anyone to talk to. 

You find Betty pretty quickly, but she’s sat on Jughead’s lap making out with him so thats a bust. Jade is busy cleaning vomit up with Juliet and Rebecca  and as much as you’re want a distraction, you’re not that desperate. Willow and Amy have just walked up the stairs so they’ll probably be locked in a bathroom or bedroom somewhere in the next five minutes. 

You’re only option is Veronica and Archie. And to your surprise, they’re not dry humping. They seem to be having an actual conversation. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey.” They reply in sync. It creeps you out but you push past it, sitting down beside them. 

“Have you seen Amy tonight?” Archie asks quickly and you nod your head, not really paying attention to what he’s just said. Its only after a few seconds do you realize whats he’s said that you look at him confused. It seems Archie Andrews is not the boy next door everyone seems to love.

“I have.” You nod. “But any dealings are cancelled for the time being. She’s busy.” 

“Doing what?” 

“Willow.” 

“Ohhhh.”

“What dealings? What are you two on about?” Veronica asks, only now joining in the conversation. She spaced out after saying hi, staring at the lights as they bounce around the room. 

“Nothing V.” You laugh, making eye contact with Archie. “What have you guys been doing?” 

“Drinkinggggg!” She cheers excitedly, lifting her cup up. Liquid spills out the side of it, landing on her shoe and the next thing you know she’s crying uncontrollably. 

“Some of us more than others.” Archie adds. “Come on Ronnie. Lets get you home.” He picks her up easily and she laughs loudly while flopping backwards in his arms. 

Soon its just you, sat on the sofa with half of your drink and nobody to talk to. A part of you kind of wants Sweet Pea back and you suddenly find yourself looking for him in the crowd. 

From across the room, he’s doing exactly the same thing, and when the two of you make eye contact, you find yourself smiling. 

“Why the hell did you do that?” You mumble quietly as you quickly look away. “Oh god, he’s coming over now. Fuc-Hi Sweet Pea.” 

“Er-hi.” He’s nervous. None of the usual confidence he has is in sight. He’s stood in front of you awkwardly, with his hands in his pockets while he thinks of what to say. “Bye.” He says quickly and turns around, whispering curses to himself while he moves through the crowd. 

Okay, maybe being alone isn’t so bad. That was weird. Really weird and you don’t like it. You need it to go back to normal, so you decide to follow him. Managing to catch him just before he goes back into the kitchen. 

“Pea!” You grab his arm, spinning him around. He looks slightly startled and you find yourself staring at him confused, its an unfamiliar expression on him and you feel an unfamiliar feeling stirring in your stomach. “It seems those five minutes we spend helping each other has fucked up our dynamic and I can’t stand it anymore. So I’m giving you permission to insult me.” You know you sound insane, but maybe its something you need. 

“I don’t want to insult you Y/n.” 

“What?” Your jaw drops as you stare at him in utter shock. “Why the hell not? I have plenty of things to insult.” 

“Because I don’t feel like it.” He shakes his head.

“There’s got to be something that you don’t like. What if I start?” You suggest. He just stares at you, eyebrows raised and arms crossed. 

“Why are you doing this?” 

“Because this.” You motion between the two of you. “Us being awkward and weird around each other. Its not normal. We insult and upset and sometimes cause physical pain. Thats our thing. But not knowing how to talk to each other isn’t. And not wanting to say awful things to each other, certainly isn’t. The world doesn’t feel right if we’re not verbally abusing each other.” 

“Have you just made a romantic speech about hating each other?” 

“Yes. And I’d do it all again...for you Sweet Pea.” You say, a smile twitching at the corners of your mouth while you wait for a response. 

“I have been wanting an excuse to tell you that your hair look absolutely awful tonight.” He mumbles making you grin. You move to hug him, but catch yourself in time. Sweet Pea looks at you weirdly and you send him a forced smile, trying to laugh it off. 

“So, where’s the blonde you were sucking face with earlier?” You look around. 

“I dunno.” He shrugs. “Why? Are you jealous?” 

“Yes.” You deadpan. “I’m just so desperate for you that I get jealous of any other girl that so much as looks at you. 

“Aw, babe.” He teases. And odd feeling washes over you when he says babe, a mix of butterflies and breathlessness. “You should have told me sooner. There’s plenty of Sweet Pea to go around.” 

“Have I told you today that you’re disgusting?” 

“Yes, you have in fact.”

“And yet you still don’t do anything about it?” 

“Love me or hate me, its not my fault everyone wants me.” He shrugs and you roll your eyes.

“Please. The only people that want you are either moronic or desperate.”

“Ohhhh, so that explains why you’re constantly flirting with me.” He says cheekily and you look at him offended. 

“I would honestly rather flirt with Reggie than you.”

“Ouch. You’d really chose Mantle over me?” He asks. 

“Definitely.” You nod confidently. 

“Well, thats good because look who’s coming over. Hey Mantle!” He shouts over the music, waving his arms around and your eyes widen when you quickly look around. Reggie is slowly making his way towards the two of you.

“What do you want Sweet Pea?”

“Y/n was just telling me how much she likes you.” Sweet Pea replies and you send him a death glare. He glances at you, sending you a quick wink before looking back him.

“Oh, really?” Reggie asks and turns to look at you. 

“I-”

“Yes. She would not shut up about you. Just constantly, Reggie this, Reggie the-ow! Anyway, gotta go.” Despite hitting him as hard as you could, he seemed relatively unaffected by it, instead walking away and leaving you alone with Reggie.

“So, you like me huh?” 

Yep, Sweet Pea definitely won this round. 

After half an hour of small talk with Reggie, you finally managed to get away. Sending him to get you a drink so you could slip off and hide upstairs for a bit so he could find somebody else. 

You’ve decided to sit in the spare room for a bit. Your thoughts about Sweet Pea are going a million miles a minute in your head and so you need some time to think. To figure out where they’ve come from all of a sudden. Or maybe you’ve been thinking them for a while and you just haven’t paid much attention until now. Until you saw that he could actually be nice, and that you wanted to see more. 

Ever since Sweet Pea left you alone with Mantle, he’s been thinking about you. About the way you look at him when you’re annoyed, or your smile when he says something funny. Or the look you get when you’re about to insult him. You always look so pleased with yourself.

He remembers the way you looked at him when you thought he knew where Amy was, and he remembered the way his chest hurt when he couldn’t help you. 

He then remembers that you gave him a speech as to why the two of you need to insult each other. In a very sad way, its the most romantic thing anybody has ever done for him. 

But he wants more. He wants real moments with you that aren’t just filled with childish name calling and shoving. He wants sweet nicknames, and story sharing and getting to know more about you. But when he thinks about, he knows a lot. He knows you’re favourite film, you’re favourite band. He knows the reason you don’t like that one song from them and why you’re favourite is your favourite. Your memories behind you’re favourite place in Riverdale and he wants to take you there and add to them and oh

He’s the worst. He left you alone with Mantle of all people. He doesn’t mind Reggie now, but he knows what he’s like. And he knows he can get practically anybody in bed. 

“Have you seen Y/n?” He doesn’t care that he’s interrupting Betty and Jughead. He doesn’t even register the way they’re looking at him, annoyed expressions mirroring each other. He’s too busy looking around the dark and busy room, scanning the crowd for you. They shift slightly to look at him properly and a knowing smile appears on each of their lips. 

“Can’t get her off your brain huh?” Jughead teases. 

“Shut up and just tell me if you’ve seen her.” He snaps. 

“She went upstairs.” Jade chimes in as she passes and Sweet Pea sends her a thankful smile as he hurries past her. 

He takes the steps two at a time, narrowly avoiding kicking people in the head and just as he’s about to search every single room, scaring himself in the process when he interrupts couples, he see’s you walking out of one of the rooms. 

“Sweet Pea. Hi.” You say startled. “Thanks for leaving with Reggie by the way.” You grumble angrily. “For twenty minutes he talked about football and girls he’s hooked up with.” 

“Shut up.” He shushes and you stare at him offended. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Y/n. I hate you.” 

“Thanks?” 

“Or at least I thought I did. I thought I hated you more than I hate peas and rich people.” 

“You hate peas?” 

“Yeah.” He nods his head. “Thats not really the point I’m trying to make though.” 

“Sorry.” 

“I thought I hated you, and maybe I did for a bit. But then I think somewhere my hate got confused with a different emotion and I found myself looking forward to seeing you. Even if it was to insult you. And then tonight, we were nice to each other for the first time ever and even though it was only for five minutes, I liked it. Despite how weird and awkward it was. And I want more. I want more of it until it stops being weird and awkward and its just us. Being nice. I want to hate you less Y/n.” 

“I think what you just said was nice.” You say unsure, trying to figure out what exactly he’s trying to say. “But either way I have a need to kiss you so I’m going to do that okay?” 

“Okay.” He nods eagerly and within seconds your lips are on his, your body pushing him into a door as your fingers tangle in his hair. His hands grip your waist tight as he kisses back with just as much desperation.

You pull away first, breathless and panting and he’s looking at like you’re the only person he sees. But the sweet look is soon replaced by his smug smile and you know whats coming next. 

“I thought you’d rather choose Reggie over me.” He teases making you roll your eyes playfully. 

“Yeah, well I guess I’m moronic.” You shrug and his smile grows. 

“You’re only just figuring this out no-” He’s interrupted by you kissing him again. And he figures that whatever insult he had, can wait until afterwards. 

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

hi !! can I please get a 🍰?

i just came across of you writing and it is so cute !! (´-﹏-`；) every post made me feel all warm & fuzzy inside ~ please feel free to totally ignore this if this isn't the proper way to ask or if you already closed your request (also I'm sorry if you already closed your request I didn't noticed) . Also sorry if this has any grammatical errors or if the descriptions don't make sense, english isn't my first language.

so, uhm, to begin my name is elliot (she/her) I'm 5'4, I'm from argentina (south america) i speak spanish & english (among other languages) idk how much I'm supposed to put on here so I'm just going to describe myself as redacted as possible. (Don't know if this is necessary but I'm jewish ¿) ^_________^

I have short brown wavy hair, just a couple of centimeters below my ears, i have bangs, I'm very pale ¿ not chubby but also not skinny average if i may say so. My fashion style changes from time to time but i usually wear clothing in the range of black to white, also sometimes I like trying whatever aesthetic is going around at the time.

Personality wise I'm pretty calm at first, i'm not very good with getting to know new people so I try to be as quite as possible but once I get comfortable i tend to be very loud, i like making my friends laugh since i think that's the most sincere way of knowing they talk to me because they like me. I would say I'm like the mom friend/therapist friend since i really like helping and listening people talk. I love having deep conversations with friends/loved ones, they give me this sense of connection nothing else can give me. I am very blunt and it usually comes off as rude but i try to sugar-coat my words as much as possible.

And while I very much love everyone who is friends with me I have a very hard time showing it and/or showing my empathy for them (one of the reasons as to why I'm not good with meeting new people) but i try to become a better version of me day to day.

What i look in a person is someone who can understand me and my boundaries, since I'm germophobic PDA isn't really something that i enjoy doing but with time i can get myself around to it. Someone whom I can trust enough to be emotionally open with and vice versa. Talkative or not doesn't matter to me. My love language is acts of service. ^_________^

I hope you have a really amazing day ! ! remember to drink water and eat something yummy (*＾3＾)/～♡ don't be too harsh on yourself and keep in mind that many people love you, ba-bye ! ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯

🍰 for @vvanteffect

Romantic Matchup

Sakusa Kiyoomi

How yall met

You guys met during the All-Japan Youth Training Camp

(You were a partial manager from Nekoma during that time)

Shockingly enough he actually approached you

Granted his cousin was forcing him to socialize but that's not important

He had noticed how you tended to stay away from other people or how when you did talk to someone it was usually a very short conversation

Basically you seemed like the least contaminated person he could talk to so he just went for it

Right away he noticed how blunt you were

Like he would ask you a question adn the longest answer you would give him was about a sentence

“Hey how are you”

“Good”

“Uh so what school are you from”

“Nekoma”

You get what i'm saying

But honestly he didn't really care he just kept talking to you

And the longer he talked to you the longer your responses would get

You guys spent the rest of camp together

And when it was time to go home you exchanged numbers so you could stay in contact

Your schools weren't too far from each other so you guys would see each other in person when you were both free

And well he ended up falling for you

What they love about you

Of course he loves that your also a partial germaphobe

It makes it easier for him to be around you knowing that you try your best to stay clean

He loves how simple you are

From the clothes you wear

To how you talk to other people

He tends to over analize if people are to complicated

But with you everything is just short and sweet

He loves how good of a listener you are

Like if he's had a bad day he can just call you and rant about it

And not only do you listen

But you also help him solve his problems

This next one isn't really something he loves more like something he's proud of

He's very proud that he's gained enough of your trust for you to talk to him

Like full blown conversations

Your guys convos have come a long way from the very first conversation you had

He's just happy that you trust him enough to talk to him

What you love about them

You love that he respects your boundaries

Let's be honest here

Mans isn't really into PDA either

Like come on

LOOK who were talking about here

But that's not the only boundary he respects

He respects All of your boundaries

Like all you have to do is tell him you don't like something and he'll stop

You love how he can handle your bluntness and not get offended

Honestly when you look back on how you met him

Your shocked that he even kept talking to you

That whole training camp people would keep on trying to talk to you

But then leave after a short while because you were being blunt and they took it the wrong way

But not Sakusa

He kept on talking to you even when you were acting pretty cold

And your very appreciative about that

Favorite things to do together

Ok so even though you live semi close together

It's not like your neighbors

So his favorite thing to do with you is to just facetime you and talk about each others days

And when you guys are able to get together

He prefers that you both just stay inside for the most part

So you do just that

Usually your in person hangouts include playing board games, reading,or watching movies together

And if you guys decide to go out

He makes you wear a mask the whole time

And you guys will usually just take a walk at a park or on the beach

Somewhere where theres not a lot of people yk

Random Hc

He has bought you two matching masks

His homescreen on his phone is a picture of you that he took while facetime you

Once you guys were in public and he accidently gave you a kiss while both of your masks were on

And now thats just became a norm for you two

You guys have these matching pajamas

Friendship Matchup

Kuroo Tetsurou

How yall met

You are Nekomas manager

And since kuroo was the captain you worked very closely with him

Which eventually made a friendship bloom

Why you became friends

He kind of saw you as a compitition if that makes sense??

Like when he first met you it's almost like you didn't want to talk to him

Which couldn't be true because he's awesome!

Sure you are kuroo

Anyways kenma had made some backhand comment on how some people just dont wanna talk to him

And kuroo was like 🧐

So he made it his goal to befriend you

It started with him having basic conversation with you everyday

Then it turned into him talking to you during the school day

Which then turned into him inviting you to hand out after school

Eventually you guys just became besties

What yall love about each other

He loves how straightforward you are

Like if you don't like something youll say it

If someones ticking you off you'll tell them

Even though your bluntness is something you get insecure about sometimes

He thinks it's one of your best traits

He also loves that you are bilingual

It makes for a good time when your ranting about something because your languages will start to blend

And if your really mad you'll just switch to spanish and just start ranting

And even though he can't understand a word your saying

He just smile and nods till your done

You love how deep your conversations can get

Like he'll play along with whatever deep topic you talk about

“What's the meaning of life”

“I would say its to give life a meaning”

Yeah y'all talked about that for HOURS

You also like how helpful he is

If your ever having a hard time managing the team he'll always offer a helping hand

And if your ever struggling with schoolwork he's always there to help you

Random Hc

He was very shocked when you and Sakusa started dating

He threatened to kick his ass if he ever broke up with you

Hes tried to learn spanish but gave up after a week

But he did learn how to say all the cuss words in spanish

After he befriended you he rubbed it in kenmas face

Kenma was just like 😐 ok

But kuroo took satisfaction in his victory

You really had kuroo thinking for a whole day when you asked him

Did the color orange come before the fruit? Or is it vice versa?

Still hasn't come up with an answer to that question

[astro-break]

Quick first thoughts on the first ep of the Hypmic Anime. Spoilers beware (and im writing this as I watch so :p)

Otome’s speech is.... questionable from a persuasive point of view. Manga did a great job of introducing her (which you can read here) but they really cut out the more terrifying parts of her speech and how she uses force to show people that she's not to be messed with

Its cool seeing everyone in their respective environments though. thats cool. Though they could have added Sasara and Kuuko (shhh i know why they didn’t let me dream)

I love how poppy the typography is. Its amazing how the visuals just leap out at you. The OP does a great job of this. The first few seconds before the title really gives me Persona 4 OG OP vibes with the influx of information given. The rest is a clear concise and streamlined way that still gives character. Animation is sparse but still carries across a general idea of each character and shows off each character object. Rendering is really nice and pays a bit of homage to the posing artwork thats done for the MVs. They also do their division hand signals and thats cute

Love how the OP has blatant HifuDoppo and DRB matchup foreshadowing

so far I really like what theyre going for. BB is about brotherly familial bonds and they show the goods and the bads. Jiro and Saburo bickering right out the gate really cements the fact that they get along like cats and dogs but you can still see that they love each other, working together when the situation calls for it

Now the 3d models. Theyre... not great but usable if you don’t look too hard. They serve their purpose and don’t actively detract from the viewing experience.

Visual typography in the rap itself are fun and poppy but they dont.... speak to me? like theyre there yes and I appreciate them but the only ones that got me excited were from Ichiro’s rap

I take my words back the group portion was kickass and I apologize

I love how they interpret the Hypnosis Speakers though. Esp. Saburo’s organs. That was super creative and I love it! If there was one thing that I felt was missing from the franchise was a deeper exploration of the speakers but the anime puts a new and fresh spin on it! Love it, especially with their attack patterns!

If the production team ever feels inclined to, Id love to see those info sheets on Otome’s desk released. There seems to be very interesting info and stats written out about each member (like capabilities, personal status etc.) They all seem unique too so I really really really hope they release images of those sheets

OOOOOOOOKAY MTC. I have such a big biased for them so Im very torn to see what unfolds

Rio striking out on his own is interesting. Out of everyone in MTC hes the biggest team player yet here he trusts his teammates to go ahead. This either displays Rio’s willingness to trust his teammates or it becomes very OOC if the anime wants to set him up as a lone wolf like character

I love how they specify its a drug deal. It means that Jyuto surely will show up and it also shows that Samatoki knows Jyuto’s motives and willingly gives black market info that he knows aligns with Jyuto’s goal. Thats A+ detail writing there and a great establishing characteristic for both of them

OOohhhhhhhhhhhhh man Asunama-san’s voice acting is god tier his work as Samatoki is phenomenal. He pulls of Samatoki’s threatening voice so well with those almost calm words before his voice becomes loud and confrontational. Those rolling syllables in contrast to Komada-san’s almost lyrical and airy speech and Kamio-san’s strict and enunciated words is such a delight to hear. It just speaks to how amazing and great these Seiyuu’s are in order to pull of such amazing work

Im so biased but MTC has such a better rap than BB im so sorry. Just by watching Samatoki’s part, the imagery is amazing. Even the arrival of his Hypnosis Speaker was awesome and sent a shiver down my spine. using the lyrics to form blades and blood was such a great thing to do. Theres so much more variety that just him standing there and shots of his hypnosis speaker. The old fashioned vignette shots, the four panel spread, the nods to old Kurosawa era films are great and I love these small details. Even the typography looks better.

Again, the interpretations with the speakers is fresh and new. Its great and I love the different imagery and attack patterns. Each one is so unique but carries across each different style of rap.

The 3d modles aren’t any better tho lol

(Hi this is Astro who is reading over their assessment again and making a note. Yeah I’m a bit harsh on BB’s rap. I’m not going to change it since I still stand by it and this post is supposed to be a documentation of my first impressions. I think one of the reasons why I’m so harsh on BB is because of their dynamic as a trio of brothers. They Have to have a more uniform approach than the other divisions. Which in of itself isn’t a terrible thing, it just doesn’t catch my eye as much as MTC did. Thats all! I definitely don’t hate BB, they’re maybe my 3rd favorite division out of the current lineup [not including TDD era teams like Kujaku Posse, MCD, and Naughty Busters] its just that their rap was pretty meh)

Samatoki crouching like a real gangstar and the cigarette kiss killed me

sadjkhfjkasdghsadjkcsdjhsdfsjhf im dying i love these trio of dumbasses so uch oh y fod someone save me aaaaaaaa (Astro note here! yeah i died when the jyuto and samatoki’s stomach growled im weak please. Samatoki’s face is just so precious and funny I might set it as a profile pic somewhere)

But also my initial assessment of Rio possibly being characterized as a lone wolf is very much jossed and im very thankful for that. It seems that Rio was simply trusting his teammates to carry out their part of the plan while he carried out his own. I like that, it really shows how much of a team these three are and that they genuinely trust each other. He’s also comfortable enough around them to invite them to dinners after work casually and not just for special occasions.

I really love MTC guys

Oooh! we get Ramuda on his design process which is really cute. the inside of his studio is super cute and retro and i love it. the poppy old music you would hear in a cafe or 90′s resturaunt is also really cute (astro note: yeah i know that in ARB you see the interior of Ramuda’s office but its kinda different seeing it animated)

the translation i have has gentaro speaking in early modern english (Shakespearian english for those who aren’t english nerds like me) but from what I can hear, he doesn’t speak in a particularly old fashioned way? Its more formal than old? and hes speaking without any of his character persona lying thing that he likes to do (as he refers to himself as “Shousei” throughout the segment where hes in Ramuda’s office which is kind of his default pronoun of choice). so its kinda odd for the translation to go in that direction but im not complaining

Gendice banter is gold but it feels... flat? a little? it doesn’t have the same impact as in the drama cds or in the manga? i feel? Also Ramuda using gratuitous english is??? idk how to feel about that

kjshf thats against the rules Ramuda omgggg,,,,,,,, (astro note again: while watching i was under the assumption that using your hypmic for monetary gain such a as buskering [which is what FP is doing] is against the rules. May not be the case but whatever)

FP’s rap might be my favorite in terms of tune and lyrics though. It’s a nice laid back bop and really gives of chill vibes. the integration of 3d and 2d is really nice and i love how they play off each other in the rap. The wordplay is so fun with little nods here and there and the beat is poppy too so it really energizes me.

Ramuda’s rap concerns me slightly since he makes very subtle and small nods towards his past (being created in a laboratory, warfare, and his overall very unpleasant life experiences) but spins it into something cutesy. It could be a coping mechanism, it could be me overthinking it. But it does make me worry a bit. Gentaro and Dice’s rap really play off each other with Gentaro sticking to stories and Dice taking up the baton by carrying on that same imagery but putting his own spin on it.

the self awareness of how scattered they are as a team is interesting though. It doesn’t seem like something you’d speak about in a rap? but i guess since its not really a do or die situation they can afford to be looser on things like this.

Right off the bat, i don’t like how they handled Hifumi and Doppo in relation to Hifumi’s fear of women. Slug made a post once talking about this and I echo many of his sentiments. Hypmic has never been very tactful about tackling this particular issue and while I didn’t have high hopes that the anime would be any better it hurts to see Doppo take away the one thing that allows Hifumi to function within society.

Doppo’s breakdown mirrors a lot of my own mental state when I spiral though its shown a lot quicker than what happens to me oof. that hits close to home. though Jakurai’s advice is. Questionable. Its not the best advice to give to someone but we have no idea what kind of doctor Jakurai is so ill let it slide

Jakurai’s pose looks like hes going to do a mahou shoujou transformation lmao

I don’t have many thoughts about the rap though again. How they visualize the rap is interesting. the different imagery is quite interesting for each of them and the typography is nice a distinct but im still on the fence about the visuals here

The sound is in the same boat. The sound effects either drown out the rap or are too quet but some parts are nice at least. When they talk about Tokyo’s beating heart, the heartbeat sound is a but distracting especially since its only played once. But the imagery is at least nice

I wonder if for the eds they’re going to take a similar approach to what Enstars did and have a four different endings, one for each division. I love the blend of styles here and it really accentuates that although they’re different they mesh well together.

Ramuda’s silhouette though is hilarious. Love it.

:p and thats it. Uh not bad for a first episode. Established all 12 characters really nicely and their dynamics. I had some problems with it but then again nothing is perfect. I look forward to what they show us next week

[siserary933043]

Caravan of love

God I need a cigarette! I gasped as I collapsed, exhausted, at the top of the small mountain my team had just hiked up in the Lake District.

Youre supposed to be setting us a good example. Khalid laughed as he flopped down next to me quickly followed by his two schoolmates.

Fu…To Hell with that! I laughed, I deserve one after a walk like that.

Still laughing at me puffing and panting the boys whispered something, then Khalid turned to me and asked nervously; Do you really want a smoke?

I was supposed to have given up…but…yes… at this minute I would absolutely love one. I replied.

Jonny, he turned to his friend, give her one.

Id love to; but will a fag do? The good looking teenager giggled.

When the penny dropped that Khalid had made an innuendo the laughter got even louder.

You boys will get me the sack! I chided them as I took the cigarette from the packet. Jonny knelt beside me as he lit it in his best James Bond manner.

Youre leaving anyway, the other boy, Fletcher, corrected me.

He was correct; this was my last day as a teacher in the UK and I was only doing this course as a favour to the Headmaster.

Im Nina and Im a 25yr old supply teacher in the North of England. Because I was sick of not knowing which school Id be at from one week to the next I was catching a train home to Bishop Stortford the next afternoon after Id safely put my three teenage charges on the coach home to Newcastle. Id been at this school 7 times in the last three years and had developed a good reputation among the pupils and staff, but knew that there was no chance that Id ever get a full-time job.

Every year twelve schools from the Newcastle area take part in an outward bound competition in the Lake District spread over four days. The Headmaster at Ponteland Comprehensive, where Id been teaching since January, was desperate for his school to do well for once; but Mr. Winnet who was meant to be in charge of a team of four had hurt his back so I was corralled into spending four days climbing hills, canoeing, orienteering and walking through rivers with three hormonally challenged 15 year olds while getting paid for it!

I already knew the three boys in the team from my time as their stand-in Maths teacher and hadnt had any real problems with them; even though they were all from the notorious Darras Hall Estate. These three were regarded as ‘saveable by the Headmaster and the course was their reward for 100% attendance and working hard.

Im a naturally sporty type of girl; so with my help and leadership we had been ‘neck and neck with Scotswood Grammar School and climbing this hill in the fastest time meant that we were the Champions!

Youd better finish that quick, miss! Jonny shouted, Walker Academy is nearly here.

Khalid and I took a last puff from our cigarettes and made a drama out of stubbing them out and wafting away the tell-tale smell of smoke, although there was a gale nearly blowing us away.

I grinned and shook my head when I read the sticker on the boys caravan door – ‘If the caravans a-rockin; dont come aknockin! Hardly appropriate for a group of schoolboys; I thought.

Whats going on here? I asked as I suspiciously sniffed the air in their caravan when I went to collect them to go to the evening meal and presentation.

Nothing, Miss. They all chimed in unison.

If thats what I think it is, you really will get me sacked. I tried not to grin as I definitely smelt dope in the air.

The boys didnt admit to anything and we made our way across the muddy field to the main building. It was quite a distance as we had been allocated two caravans at the far end of a large field; the other schools had large tents closer to the main building and toilet block.

You look nice miss. Khalid told me as we walked past the other schools tents.

Thank you, I smiled in appreciation, a girl never knows what her luck will be like in a place like this.

I did actually; even though I was wearing a nice short denim skirt and a fitted zip-up hooded top there was absolutely no way I was going to pull on my last night as an English school teacher. The best looking guy was obviously gay and the other teachers and the instructors all looked down their noses at my team as they were from a rough council estate that didnt fit into their ‘elite club.

After dinner and the short ceremony we tried to mingle with some of the other teams but when I had to stop Jonny from hitting a taller boy from Scotswood I thought that a tactical retreat was called for.

Have you got any of that stuff left that I didnt smell earlier? I asked Khalid as I pinned Jonny to the wall as a teacher from Jesmond led a whimpering boy away claiming that Jonny was ‘going to kill him.

He nervously looked at Jonny who was their natural leader; then nodded nervously, Why Miss?

I think that this young man needs to relax and, if memory serves me right, that should do the trick!

Youre cool, Miss, Fletcher told me, with a lop-sided grin, for a teacher!

I asked what he meant by that and the boys all told me why they liked me above all of the other teachers as we wandered back to their caravan.

The boys were being trusted not to wreck the van as they should have been chaperoned by Mr Winnet but he had got the train home earlier in the day.

As Khalid unlocked the door he turned and grinned, Weve got some booze too!

Why am I not surprised? I chuckled as I took a seat in the middle of the bay window.

Khalid brought his large rucksack in from the bedroom as Jonny produced a tin with 5 spliffs in it from his.

I shook my head in mild disbelief as they poured large measures of vodka into tumblers and topped it up with coke from the ceremony.

Where did this come from? I asked as I put the glass to my lips, I know you didnt bring it with you; we checked your bags.

This morning; when you were putting Winnet on the train, he grinned mischievously, I robbed two bottles and some cider out of the shop over the road.

The boys let out a cheer as I shook my head in mock disbelief.

Jonny opened his tin and offered me one of the spliffs.

Id rather have a ciggie if someone has one. I shrugged my shoulders, Ill have one of those later!

As we sipped the vodka and coke the boys bombarded me with questions: ‘Did I have a boyfriend? ‘Why was I leaving? ‘What was my home town like? ‘What was university like? ‘Had I ever taken drugs? ‘Did I have any tattoos or piercings?

It was fun talking to them and I tried to be as honest as possible as they genuinely wanted to know what life was like away from their town. I admitted to smoking dope and occasionally dropping a couple of Es and I had three tattoos; showing them the Angel on my shoulder and the Celtic design on my lower back but letting them guess where the other one was.

When Id finished my large glass of vodka and coke we all lit up the spliffs…WOW…Id forgotten how good that stuff could be and how powerful.

My head was spinning when Fletcher handed me a second large glass of vodka.

My legs were now curled underneath and I began asking about their lives. It wasnt long before they started talking about girls.

As the drink and dope began to take effect we were all in a giggly mood and the boys became braver as they talked about the girls and other female teachers in very personal terms.

I began by admitting to being quite wild at University but not actually telling them exactly what Id done – just letting them guess; which was fun.

The boys quickly became excited when I didnt blush or rein them in so their questions soon became very sexy and personal.

‘Did I play with myself? ‘Did I use sex toys? ‘Had I ever been with another girl? ‘Had I ever seen a porn film? ‘Do you suck cock, Miss?

Without hesitating I replied, Yes or of course, to just about everything.

The boys were all grinning and had twinkles in their eyes as they continued asking me about my sex life and confessed to all sorts of things that theyd been getting up to with the girls at school who Id previously thought relatively innocent! How wrong I was!

Jonny told me that Nadia gave the best blow-jobs because her tongue was pierced but Carly would let them cum on her face.

Apparently at least five girls in 5c, including both Thompson twins, had shaved their pubes off! I couldnt remember if I even had pubes at that age!

Their dirty language and descriptions were now making me very, very horny and I was beginning to think I should leave them as I really needed to frig myself.

What do girls think about when they play with themselves? Fletcher asked.

All sorts, I guess. I answered then took a draw on the last spliff that Khalid had passed to me.

Like fantasies? he continued.

Yes, I raised my eyebrows in mock amazement, girls have sexy fantasies just like guys.

All three looked genuinely amazed and it was only then that I remembered how young and immature they really were.

So what are your fantasies Miss? Jonny asked me.

Ooh, I couldnt possibly say. I said as coyly as possible.

I nearly gave the game away when Khalid immediately started talking about him and his elder brother roasting a girl as her 15th birthday present.

By this time I was permanently squirming in my seat and I was sure that Jonny and Khalid were looking up my skirt and could see my red panties. They certainly made no attempt to hide their bulges that where poking through their jogging pants as they moved into the corner of the sofa for a clearer look.

.

Im going to have to go for a wank now! Jonny snorted as he thrust his hands inside his pants and finally adjusted his hard dick. I uncurled my legs to make myself more comfortable; making sure that they got an unobstructed flash of my soaking knickers and hopefully some of my gash as I knew my pussy would be sucking the gusset in.

Would you like me to do that for you? I smiled.

The poor kid didnt know what to do or say.

Im serious, I beamed, as I took another slurp of vodka, do you want me to wank you off?

The boys nervously looked at each other, unable to comprehend what Id just said.

I manoeuvred until I was kneeling on the sofa and facing the 15 year old schoolboys.

Oh come on guys, I pleaded as I slowly unzipped my top, youve got to know how horny youve made me.

The boys were still silent but now grinning madly.

Ill show you mine if youll show me yours. I giggled as I took my top off then seductively cupped and stroked my tits through my pale blue lacy Wonderbra.

Ive always had nice tits…no thats not quite right…I have fucking lovely tits…everyone says so! They are medium sized (32b), firm and pliable clay and my nipples poke up to the sky. They have passed ‘the pencil test several times!

Jonny shrugged his shoulders and pulled the waistband of his pants down with one hand and waved his prick at me with the other.

Mmmm, that looks nice. I purred as I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the caravan floor. Do you like my tits?

The boys nervously nodded. Jonny and Khalid were still in front of me but Fletcher was sitting slightly behind getting a good view of my arse as well as a side view of my tits.

Get your cocks out and Ill show you my tattoo! I teased as I unbuttoned the side of my skirt.

Khalid quickly whipped his out closely followed by Fletcher. Their cocks looked gorgeous; Khalids was about 6 inches long and quite thick and a lot darker than his olive skin – I couldnt wait to suck it! Jonnys was about the same length but not as fat and Fletchers was short and fat – just like him.

I could feel the sweat running down my back as I stood up and let my skirt fall to the floor. The boys couldnt take their eyes off me as I slowly pulled the front of my knickers down so that they could see my hairy pie and my little red devil tattoo but not quite everything.

I dropped my chin onto my chest, fluttered my eyelashes as innocently as possible and told them, Well, Ive seen yours…would you like to see mine?

Fuck yes! Fletcher gasped as he stroked his cock. Actually they were all slowly masturbating in a well practiced manner. Thats another thing about me…I love watching guys play with themselves…as long as there is some left for me.

It took a tug to prize my knickers out of my sticky pussy but Khalids jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw the long string of juice that was stuck to the gusset!

I slowly looked around the caravan at my three students. They were like putty in my hands as they devoured my naked body with their eyes – they were going to be my sexual play-things for the rest of the night.

Do you still want me to …wank you off? I suggestively licked my lips and met Jonnys gaze, or would you like me suck it?

Ooh, Miss…suck me off…PLEASE MISS! Jonny pleaded.

I rested my knee on the seat and leant forward, jiggling my tits for him when I gently wrapped my fingers around his hot pink shaft. Perhaps it was stage-fright but it wasnt as hard now as when he had first flashed it at me; but I would soon put that right.

Does that feel good? I asked. The boy grinned and nodded. Lets see if the Teachers better at sucking cocks than her pupils?

Ahughaghaghooohhh. He groaned when I covered his swollen plum and kept on pushing until his squishy cock filled my mouth and my chin touched his hairy bollocks.

God his young cock tasted lovely…all hot and sweaty just how I like them. Years of practice came in useful as I began fucking his cock with my mouth as I breathed through my nose. Just as I hoped it instantly began to stiffen and filled my mouth so I had to eventually let most of it glide out so I could suck him comfortably and stroke his shaft and balls.

My head was spinning as I put on a show for his friends; slurping and sucking his dick like a porn actress.

Squeeze my tits! I whispered in between slurps.

Jonny slid his hand around my neck and began caressing my breast; making me gasp when he touched the nipple.

Squeeze them harder! I pleaded, Dig your fingers into my tits!

Oh fuck! he gasped but obeyed, digging his nails into my flesh and shaking my puppies like a kitten with a ball of wool.

When I felt his balls tighten and his breathing became shallower I tightly gripped the base of his shaft and making sure my breath engulfed his knob I looked up into his glazed eyes.

Miss! Im cumming! He warned me, MISS! My balls are aching…Im cumming!

Do you want to cum on the Teachers face? I teased Youd like that wouldnt you? Spunking all over her face!

Yes, yes, yes! He winced and manically nodded his head as I flicked my tongue across his japs-eye.

Go on then, I whispered as I furiously rubbed his shaft and aimed his piss-hole at my face.

I too was now squealing with delight as he tried to pull my nipple out of its roots when the first jet of hot teenage spunk splashed across my face, then another and the third landed in my eye.

Oh God! Oh fucking God…Miss! He gasped as I sucked the last dregs of salty spunk out of his cock.

Delirious with desire I raised myself up onto my feet. As his spunk dripped down my face I asked, Who wants to be next?

Me Miss! Me Miss! Fletcher shouted as he raised his arm in the air for attention, forgetting that he wasnt in class.

I picked my knickers off the floor and wiped the excess cum off my face then lay down next to him with my face in his lap.

His short stubby cock looked lovely as I licked some bitter pre-cum out of his tip.

As I stroked his cock I turned to the other two, I need one of you to lick my cunt.

They both looked shocked that Id used the C word. It hadnt dawned on me that the boys and I had probably used every other word in the dictionary during our sexy chat but at this moment in time it wasnt a vagina or a pussy between my legs it was a CUNT a hot and horny CUNT that needed a good tonguing.

Jonny instantly knelt on the floor and pulled my legs apart; staring at my hot pink gash.

Ive never done this before, Miss. What do I do? He looked at me excitedly.

Just lick it like its an ice cream then, I told him as I pulled the sticky flaps apart to expose my clitoris which was sticking out like a third nipple, then flick your tongue like crazy over that.

Ill try my best miss. He said in a soft voice. Even the boys calling me ‘Miss was becoming such a fucking turn-on!

Oooooohhhhh yeesssss! I moaned when he made his tongue glide up my groove.

He was a fucking natural; his untrained tongue lapped up my love juices and he sucked on my labia as his fingers stroked and caressed the inside of my thighs and the crack of my arse.

After a minute or so I bent over to greedily eat Fletchers fat prick. We moaned and groaned in unison as his cock fit perfectly into my mouth and Jonnys tongue fit perfectly into my sopping cunt.

Yeh….yeh…yeh…yeh! Fletcher kept gasping as he twirled my around his fingers as my mouth created a vacuum around his dick.

Without using words I made him spread his legs so I could get a tight grip on his hairless sack while I bobbed my head and swirled my tongue around the purple knob.

Oohya! I yelped when Jonnys tongue suddenly touched my clit making me jump and I let the cock slip out of my mouth.

YES….YES…YES! I cried out, Finger me! Finger me!

Jonny dutifully poked my twat with a long middle finger giving me a little bit of relief as I returned to my oral administrations on his fat friend.

Fletcher grabbed two handfuls of hair and began bouncing in his seat as he fucked my mouth. I met each thrust with a bob of my head as Jonny did wonderful things to my cunt and clit with his fingers and tongue.

My whole body seemed to convulse as I gave and received oral at both ends.

Aaaaaggghhh! Fletcher gasped as he neared orgasm.

More fingers! I shouted to Jonny as my own fingers furiously wanked the fat cock until it showered my face with thick lumpy spunk.

He inserted a second then a third finger and viciously licked my throbbing clit until I panted for air then WOW!!!! A mind blowing orgasm flooded my body. I didnt scream or cry out like I usually do…I just grinned myself silly as the sweetest feeling in the world engulfed my whole being as Fletcher covered my lips with solid globules of sticky cum.

My orgasm left me shattered so I flopped back against the cushions and gently stroked my tingling cunt for their amusement.

Khalid was now standing naked in the middle of the floor stroking a stiffy that looked like it was going to burst.

Come here baby, I whispered and patted the cushion nearest my head, and Teacher will take care of that ache for you!

He didnt need telling twice and was soon waving his dark uncut cock in front of my face. I couldnt wait either and immediately filled my mouth with my third rock hard teenage cock.

My tits…my tits! I moaned, Do what Jonny did and squeeze Teachers titties for her…nice and hard…hurt me!

His hairy olive fingers were soon mauling my mounds as I sucked his dark pipe for him.

Oh yes…thats good! I grunted with a mouth full of cock as he stretched my pink rosebud nipples as far as they would go, making me suck the life out of his young dong.

As the third boy to get his cock sucked I knew that he wouldnt last as long as the others and I was right. Khalid soon grabbed my head and forced his long thin dick past my tonsils and came straight into the back of my throat and down my neck.

I was now insatiable and judging by the three hard cocks that were in front of me so were they!

Now… fuck me! I called to Jonny as I lay flat on my back and spread my legs for my young lover, curling one ankle over the back cushion so that my hairy cunt was on show to the whole world.

With a huge grin on his face he knelt between my splayed legs and eagerly guided his six inches of throbbing cock into my willing hole.

Ooohhh yes baby! I panted as his cock filled me up, does that feel good fucking your teacher?

Yes Miss it does, he chuckled as he began thrusting his hips and forcing his cock into my belly, Its fucking…fucking amazing!

My head was shaking from side to side and I was playing with my over sensitive tits as Jonny proved to me that he hadnt been lying about fucking lots of girls at his tender age…he was quite a swordsman.

Fuck her mouth, Jonny told the others, one of you fuck her mouth…lets roast her!

The smile on my face would have lit up London when Khalid suddenly appeared next to my face and forced his cock past my lips for a second time.

I was in raptures as Jonny forced my legs back until my knees touched my tits making his long thick cock tickle the inside of my belly and the darker boy grasped two large handfuls of my mousey brown hair as he wildly fucked my mouth and throat. All I had to do was lie back and enjoy it as they now treat me as their sexual plaything for nearly fifteen minutes.

Jonny hadnt cum and sweat was pouring from his face when Fletcher begged him ‘for a go!

Okay, he panted, but Im not finished with her.He had hardly pulled his cock out when Fletcher lunged forward.

Wait! I gasped as I pushed Khalid away from my face, let me get on top…I want to cum again.

I positioned Fletcher so he was sitting on the sofa and I straddled him. His thick cock felt wonderful as it stretched my aching cunt. I quickly accustomed myself to his girth and rocked backwards and forward rubbing my clit against his pubic bone as I squashed my tits against his face.

The other two wandered off and opened the bottle of cider as I fucked their fat friend within an inch of his life!

No matter what I did to him; I couldnt cum. I bounced on his cock, I ground down hard, I twisted and rotated, I fucked him fast and I fucked him slow – nothing! I kept getting close but nothing.

I was becoming desperate when I spotted Jonny and Khalid whispering conspiratorially; then giggling like the teenagers that they were.

Jonny stood on the sofa and edged towards me waving his flaccid cock in front of my face. I didnt need asking twice and hungrily gobbled his young meat as I bounced on the fat cock in my cunt.

Id been with two guys at University once and had dreamt of doing it again; never dreaming that it would be with school kids; but tonight it seemed so much sexier and dirtier than in my fantasies; especially because they called it ‘spit-roasting.

If fucking and sucking two cocks was exciting Khalid soon moved the action up a gear!

As I ground my pussy down onto Fletchers cock Khalid began shaking my tits with one hand and stroking and nipping my arse with his other.

Go on. Jonny urged him as he held my head while I sucked and licked his rock hard shaft.

Khalid nervously ran a finger between my arse cheeks and hovered a finger tip over my anus as he rolled my nipple between his fingers then tugged on it just the way I liked.

Go on! Jonny was becoming agitated, Shes not stopping you, is she?

Without any warning he jabbed a bony finger past my sphincter and about in inch or more slid inside my arse making me gasp…with pleasure!

Ugh…ugh…good. I gurgled.

I fucking told you she would like it! Jonny admonished his young friend. Khalid soon realised that I was enjoying having his finger up my arse while the other two ‘roasted me he soon began twisting my nipples and finger fucking my arse with two fingers.

Fletcher broke off from suckling my tit to ask; have you ever been water-tight Miss?

What? I asked as Jonny sat on the top of the cushion watching the action.

Airtight you dozy cunt! The good looking boy laughed, Airtight!

I shook my head and raised my eyebrows to let him know I still didnt know what he meant.

There was a look of surprise then delight on his face as he told me; you take three cocks at once…one in each hole.

Id never heard of such a thing but the crazy grin on my face must have told him that I wanted to try it…NOW!

Right…get up bollocks face, Jonny said as he slapped Fletcher on the shoulder, lets change places.

We took a moment or two to decide who was going where and which would be the most comfortable way to perform this lewd sexual act.

As I gulped down a belly full of cool cider, we agreed that I would fuck Jonny, suck Fletcher and because he had the thinnest cock; Khalid would be the first to fuck my arse!

I was shaking with excitement as I fed Jonnys 6 inches into my well fucked cunt. When I was comfortable Khalid lined the tip of his dick against my puckered anus and spit a gobful of saliva between my cheeks as lubrication. I clung onto Jonny as Khalid slowly worked his cock into my virgin arse-hole.

Agh…ugh…ooh! I grunted through gritted teeth as my arse felt as if it was being torn in two.

Oh shit! The boys gasped in unison.

I can feel your fucking dick touching mine! Jonny giggled as only a thin membrane separated to hard cocks inside my body.

After making sure that the boys wouldnt budge I slowly rotated my hips and gently moved my arse so that their cocks moved a little bit as I became acclimatised to the feeling of being full beyond belief.

Okay, I nervously told them, but be gentle with me.

Thankfully Jonnys position meant that he couldnt be as forceful as he would have liked to be and my arsehole was too tight for Khalid to fuck too fast so I was soon nearly hallucinating with sexual elation.

After a couple of minutes I began to relax and the three of us began moving with a bit more freedom making me groan and moan and gasp and giggle with gratification.

Now…now! I gasped and nodded to Fletcher, Im ready…make me airtight!

Fletcher shuffled along the sofa and placed his purple knob on my bottom lip. I nodded my head and his fat cock stretched my mouth and jaw.

I snorted and gagged but I wasnt going to stop now! I could feel my poop-chute stretch and loosen up with every thrust from Khalid and the more relaxed I became the harder Jonny banged his cock into my cunt from down below.

Fireworks were soon going off in my head and clitoris as I began spontaneously orgasming. Little ones, big ones, short ones long ones…one after another untilI was just hanging on to the boys…like a limp rag.

Yes…yes…YES! Khalid wheezed as he rammed his dick into my arse like a fucking piston then suddenly stopped as he filled my shit-hole with his cream. His cock came out of my arse a lot easier than it went in!

Get off me! Jonny demanded as soon as the other boy stepped away. I want to fuck

your arse.

He virtually pushed me away in his haste to bugger me. As soon as he was standing behind me he forced me back onto my knees and spread my cheeks to view his friends handiwork.

Oh man, he exhaled noisily, that looks so fucking sweet…look… your spunks still coming out!

I was now trembling with anticipation as Jonny tentatively nudged his fat cockhead against my tingling anus. Khalid had stretched my poop-chute but Jonnys cock was definitely fatter and it still wasnt that easy for him to get his knob past my sphincter.

Aaaaahhhgggggg! I howled as he finally plunged his dick into my arse. As soon as the knob entered the rest just slid in like greased lightening. AaaaaaAAAGGGGHHHHHH you bastard! I screamed again when he began fucking my arse as hard as he had my cunt, but it didnt stop him.

I was biting my lip and had my face buried into a cushion to stifle the pain as he pummelled my arse with his thick six inches. The pain was becoming unbearable and electrifying so I didnt want him to stop.

Oh Jonny, Jonny, Jonny!I cried with tears of joy running down my face, Harder baby…harder…fuck my arse…fuck the teachers arse!

The teenager was now grunting like a wild animal as he revelled in the discomfort he was causing me.

Thats it…yes…yes…yes! he groaned as he speeded up just before he too filled my anal cavity with lovely teenage spunk.

When he withdrew his cock I could feel my hole gaping open and the overflowing spunk running down my thighs.

Its your turn now. Jonny wheezed and pushed Fletcher with the extra wide cock forward.

My arse was already stinging from the two buggerings Id just had but when Fletch pushed his fat mushroom in I gasped and felt like Id died and gone to Heaven. This boy was in no hurry and fucked my arse very slowly – each stroke nearly turning it inside out.

Oh baby, baby, I whined, that feels so fucking good. Youre making Teachers arse very, very sore and I fucking love it!

As the other two boys sat in front of me taking it in turns to feed their cocks into my mouth I panted, Thats it…faster…faster…fill my arse with your hot spunk…go on do it!

Hearing my husky voice sent him over the top and I felt my arse get warmer as he filled it with hot spunk.

Over the next hour or so the boys fucked me in every combination imaginable.

When I eventually collapsed, exhausted on the floor, my arse had been fucked ragged and my cunt was nearly worn out and my jaw was aching so much I could hardly speak; but I didnt care…this was the fucking of a fucking lifetime.

Id heard about the staying power of young boys but…shit… these boys were out of this fucking world.

I could hardly move the next morning when I woke up in a sleeping bag next to Jonny. I pulled on my top and skirt and hobbled to the shower block like John Wayne after a 200 mile horse ride.

I stood shivering with aches and pains under the hot shower; hardly able to wash myself as I relived the previous evenings events over and over and over again in my head.Pangs of guilt struck me as I got dressed in my tiny caravan but I reminded myself that the boys had promised to keep what we did a secret (hardly likely – I know) and after all in five days I would be on the other side of the world starting a new life in New Zealand.

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[wildly-lost-lantern]

Seven Point Star

AN: Hey friends! Things have been crazy with all thats going on in the world. I hope this can help at least one person feel somewhat better. As always likes, comments, and reblogs are encouraged! I want to hear your thoughts, so please let me know! Huge thank you to @thesoftestpunk and @timaeustestified42069 for reading this and making sure it was post-ready!

!ANYTHING IN ITALICS IS SAID IN ENGLISH!

Pairings: OT7 x Female OC

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of gambling and alcohol.

Word count: 1100+

Chapter Three: Mom?

“Mom?” I answered, letting the weight rest on my chest. I was sure she had understood when I told her to never call me again. I said she was nothing to me. What could she want from me this time? I looked to Namjoon and told him I’d be back in five minutes. I stepped out of the room, waiting for her to say something. Anything.

“Darling,” my mother started in a sickeningly sweet tone, and I knew she wanted something. I would not let her do this to me again. “So, when were you gonna tell me you…relocated?” she said.

“I wasn’t,” was my monotone response. “What do you want from me?” I asked, getting right to the point. It was most likely money. What else could she want? She needs money for her gambling issues.

“Alright, fine. I need some help. I lost a bet, and now I owe a lot of powerful people a lot of money. Could you please help your dear mother out?” she said, actually sounding disappointed for once. I simply rolled my eyes.

“No. I told you two years ago to never contact me again. You can unfuck yourself without me,” I said, immediately hanging up the call. At this point, I was fuming. Every single time she had talked to me since I moved out has been about trying to get me to give her money. After what she put me through in my youth, I would never support her. I walked back into the practice room, seeing the boys all talking in hushed tones. “Back in form, now. We have work to get done,” I told them, obviously startling them slightly.

“Hey, are you sure you don’t need a break? We can take lunch early, if you have something to deal with,” Namjoon said, looking at my face. I could feel the heat practically rolling off me in waves, and I guessed that I looked pretty upset.

“I’m fine. We have work to do. Back in form, from the top of the chorus,” I said, connecting back to Bluetooth. I was still fuming so I decided to dance behind the group, hoping it’d relieve some anger.

About another hour later, it was time for our lunch break, so I bowed and collected my things to go get something from the nearby café. As I was walking out, I called an old friend from America. Almost immediately, he picked up. “Andy! Thank god. Do you have a minute?” I asked as soon as he answered.

“Uhm, for a little. Why, what’s wrong?” I could hear the slight anxiety in his voice, as we usually just texted because of the time difference. I let out a deep breath and leaned against the wall. I was too focused on not crying from traumatic memories to hear that someone was just down the hall.

“Oh, you know. The incubator called. Asking for money. Like always. Why can’t I just get her to leave me alone?! The dumb bitch doesn’t seem to understand that I want nothing to do with her after all that she did to me.” I said, obviously still furious about how all she saw me as was an ATM. Andy just sighed and I knew that he wished he could hug me right then.

“Yuna, I’m so sorry. I know how hard this is for you. I wish there was more that I could do for you, but I’m all the way across the world,” he said. I simply brushed him off, saying that being there to listen was all I needed. I continued my walk for a small meal, talking to Andy the whole time.

Once I got back to the room, shortly before the guys did, I felt nearly a million times better. I had already decided to apologize for my bad mood, hoping they didn’t think ill of me now. After they all gathered back, looking much more energetic and happier now that they had eaten. We sat in a circle, stretching and warming up, when I spoke up.

“I want to apologize for how I acted earlier. It was unprofessional, and I’m truly sorry for making you all uncomfortable,” I said, my head hanging down slightly. It was my first day and I’ve already made a fool of myself. “I hope you all can still see me as a good instructor for you all,” I finished up. Namjoon gripped my shoulder gently from my left, his head tilted toward me in appreciation.

“It takes a strong person to admit when they have done something wrong,” he started off. “However, I’m sure that after what I heard today, you losing your cool for a moment was totally understandable.” I gave him a confused look, but before I could ask another voice spoke up.

“Namjoon-ah was looking for you during the break. He overheard your phone call, and then told the rest of us,” Yoongi said, his eyes downcast in embarrassment. I felt my face heat up, and I cleared my throat.

“I’m so sorry, you weren’t supposed to hear that,” I mumbled, looking back down. Now I was mortified. Namjoon heard me cussing up a storm, in English, to my best friend from America. Could today get any worse? I was just hoping the ground would open up and swallow me whole when Jeongguk spoke up.

“You need a drink, Yuna-ssi,” he said, full of confidence. He had a grin that displayed mischief that I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a part of. Luckily, I wasn’t the only one with doubts. Hobi was already starting to shoot down the suggestion when, surprisingly, Namjoon spoke up.

“Yeah. You do. Come to our place after work, relax, and have a drink or two. It will give us all a chance to get to know you. We will be working together for a while, after all,” he said. I felt so overwhelmed all of a sudden. Why did he want me to come drink with them? Did he know something I didn’t? He did call me yesterday. Maybe he genuinely likes me as a person? Or maybe he knows Jennie? Either way, by the end of my day, they had convinced me to come over after a shower and dinner for a drink and to talk. I had a feeling that this wouldn’t end well, but I had already agreed. It was too late to back out now. The second I showed up to their place, I knew tonight was not going to be ‘just one drink’. Tae had pulled out all the stops with snacks and soju. Now I just had to survive.

[buckyskorpion]

Yo your dialogue is on fire 💗😭 do you have any tips for dialogue?? I literally can’t write convos to save my life. Yours always feel so natural! 💕

omg thank u so much!! tbh i just write dialogue like how I have conversations. I say it out loud and if it flows like how I would have the conversation in real life then I keep it, and if it doesn’t i change it. dialogue is something that’s always come easy to me so im sorry i dont have very helpful tips! what helped me the most was saying it out loud. i learnt a lot of my dialogue skills from doing drama because when we would create our own productions, one of the main problems we have was we’d write a script but when we performed it the dialogue was always so unnatural. improvisation helped us streamline the dialogue and make it into a realistic conversation, with things people really say because we were just responding off the cuff to each other. i try to take that same idea with my writing. if i say it out loud and it sounds clunky i improvise different ways to get the same message across, as if i was having the conversation with my friends. that way it reads like an actual conversation and not an improvisation dump between quotation marks. 

things i try to do to create a more natural feel to my dialogue (these aren’t hard and fast rules, this is just some things i follow when i write that might be helpful!):

use colloquialisms and improper spelling - no one speaks in perfect english so it makes a lot more sense to write dialogue imperfectly than exact grammar and punctuation

break up dialogue with action. body language says just as much in real life as people’s words do, and its the same with writing. it also keeps your dialogue from getting super wordy and long winded

in that same way, keep your dialogue short. back and forth repartee is what keeps a real life conversation flowing, and its the same in writing. if people are speaking to each other in paragraphs of speech then no one is going to bother keeping up, least of all the people having this supposed conversation

dialogue should be driving something - plot, character development, a change in relationship between characters, a conflict, etc. i tend to use dialogue only when i need something to change. if im trying to describe something happening now then i wont use a conversation to do that. unnecessary, fluffy dialogue thats just filling up space is the biggest way to ruin the flow of your work in my opinion haha

HEAVILY CHARACTERISE YOUR DIALOGUE! what a character is saying should reveal so much about their character. do they speak in short, blunt sentences? do they speak in run-on, rambly sentences? do they um and ah a lot, do they cut themselves off to start a new thought but never finish any of them, do they carefully chose each word before they say it? do they speak a lot or not at all? do they immediately jump on the defence in a conflict, do they try and keep the peace, are they the ones instigating the conflict, do they try to use humour to diffuse the situation, do they stay out of it entirely? theres so much to reveal about who a character is with a few short lines of dialogue. 

i also like to use a character’s first lines to encapsulate who they are as a character. like in comic books, the first panel of a character is very indicative of their main character traits - it gives you a snapshot of who they are. i try to do the same with my dialogue. the first line they say to someone is usually very typical of them and gives you a quick summary of who they are. but that’s just me as a person haha thats not like a rule or anything, i just find it helps with establishing my characters

anywayyy i hope that kind of helped. im not very good at writing advice i kinda just do what feels good and when i read it out loud, if it sounds alright then im alright with it.

[extreme-technicality]

Parental KiriBaku hcs incoming

For a while he says he doesn’t want kids. Completely shuts Eijirou down when he brings it up, rolls his eyes and checks out when other people bring up kids around him, and all he’ll ever say when asked directly is “I don’t want fuckin kids”

But one night. One night is a rough night, because there are kids involved. A villain attacks a museum and there’s a group of middle school kids there on a field trip. Not all of them make it out ok. Katsuki and Eijirou are two of the first heroes on the scene.

Ei sees how Katsuki is with them, sees how he calms them and cares for them, and he remembers all the times Katsu ever said “I don’t want kids” “fuck kids”

They get home and Ei finally asks him why

And it’s because he’s scared. He’s scared to death that he’s gonna be a bad dad, that he’ll fuck up the same way Mitsuki fucked up with him, because he’s too loud and too angry still, even after years of therapy. That’s not to say Mitsuki is a bad mom, she just wasn’t ready to be a mom when she had Katsuki and formed some really bad habits. Habits that translated over to Katsuki, and he’s overwhelmed by the feeling that he’s never gonna be ready to have a kid

When he’s done spilling his heart on the floor, Ei pulls him into a hug and tells him it’s gonna be ok. That not wanting to make the mistakes your parents did is a good reason to not want kids. That he’ll wait until Katsuki is ready to talk about kids before bringing it up again, and if he never does then they’ll just have to be the best damn uncles to Mina and Tetsu’s kids, and Mido and Ochako’s kids.

And the night passes. And another night. Then a week. A month. A year. Two. Five. They don’t bring up the subject, and they regularly babysit their nieces and nephews.

One night after dinner, they’re both silently doing paperwork in their shared home office when Katsuki clears his throat and beckons Eijirou over to his computer

He tilts the monitor slightly and an adoption website is up, open on the information page. Katsuki doesn’t look Ei in the eye.

Eijirou kisses the top of his head and just says “ok”.

“That’s it? You’re not gonna question it or anything?” Katsu still isn’t looking directly at him, and his voice holds the slightest hint of a waver.

“Why would I? I trust you. If you’re bringing it up, then you’re ready to have the kids conversation, right love?”

“…I don’t know. I just– I can’t stop thinking about it, and picturing how a kid would fit into our place, how easy it would be to convert the guest room into a kid’s room and maybe this into a play room. But.”

“…but you’re still scared,” and the way Katsu tenses tells Ei how right he is.

“What if I’m really not ready, Ei,” he whispers.

Eijirou takes a moment to click on a tab he noticed over to the side, and once the page loads he nudges his husband. “We can always foster one first.”

Katsuki reads the page, scrolls through slowly, then exhales long and low. “You’d be alright with that?”

“Of course. I want kids, true, but not if we both aren’t comfortable with the risk. This is a good place to start.”

“What the fuck did I do to deserve you?” And he finally looks at Ei.

He grins a little, leaning down slightly to kiss the pout off his face. “Existed.”

The process is long and slow, but they make all the required changes and provide all the required documentation. They meet their foster daughter a few weeks after Katsuki brought it up.

She’s a quiet kid, with brown hair and eyes that look like she should be laughing more than she does. Her name is Rin and she is eight years old, the orphaned daughter of an English teacher and a counselor at a drug rehab. Her Quirk puts people to sleep with her voice. Eijirou loves her immediately, and even if Katsuki doesn’t show it quite the same way, so does he.

She grows up and gets less and less quiet with each day, except when her gaze gets far-off and misty and her foster dads know she’s missing her first family. She tells them about her twin brother– Yukio, whose Quirk could wake people up with his voice– after two years. He’s still alive, but in a different place because he’s special needs.

Ei and Katsu do a little digging and find that, while it wouldn’t be impossible to foster Yukio, too, it would be hard. Harder than it was to get the clearance for Rin. Nevertheless, they push for it to happen and three months later they get a call from the agency.

“Yukio is available for a home meeting. Does Sunday or Tuesday work better?”

Tuesday is Rin and Yukio’s birthday, so without hesitating Ei replies “Tuesday.”

He confirms the information the agency needs, then hangs up and slides down the hall in his socks to tell Katsu and Rin the good news where they’re working on her homework in the kitchen.

“Rin, princess, there’s going to be a special birthday surprise for you on Tuesday~” he sings, grinning broadly at the way her eyes widen.

“What is it??” she asks, bouncing slightly in her seat.

“Can’t tell you, then it won’t be a surprise,” he chuckles.

She whines, then turns to Katsu like he knows and would be inclined to tell her. Katsuki just smirks and says “what Papa said. Now, you have homework to finish before Tuesday.”

That night, after Rin is sound asleep, Katsu asks Ei what the special birthday surprise is

“Yukio is coming for a home visit. If it goes well, we’ll be fostering him too. I just got the call today.”

“That is a special birthday surprise. She’s gonna love it.”

Tuesday comes and Katsuki and Eijirou greet Yukio and the agent at the door while Rin is still at school. Half an hour later, Katsuki excuses himself to go pick her up.

“Ready to see your surprise?” he asks just before opening the front door.

“YES, Baba!”

She freezes when she sees her brother. Katsu and Ei don’t think she’s breathing, not until Yukio looks over and, smiling, says “oh hi, Rin.” Then she’s rocketing across the floor and pulling her brother into a tight hug, burying her face into his shoulder. Awkwardly, Yukio puts his arms around her, too.

A watery-sounding, muffled “I missed you, Kio,” winds through the room, and it has even Katsuki blinking back tears. The twins separate and Rin hurriedly dries her eyes, before turning to her foster dads again. “This is my birthday surprise?”

“Yup,” Katsuki confirms, nodding his head. She beams, eyes scrunching into slits. They spend the rest of the day playing and reconnecting, Rin walking her brother through her homework and how her school works and giving him a tour of their home and showing him her room. The hours pass and all too soon, it’s time for Yukio to leave.

“I don’t want you to go, Yukio,” she says as they’re walking him out. She sounds miserable, and Katsuki, Eijirou, and the agent share a look over the kids’ heads.

“Well…”

“Actually…”

“As soon as Mr. Bakugou and Mr. Kirishima create a living space for Yukio, he’ll be living with you,” the agent finishes, bending down slightly to look Rin in the eye. She gapes, then whirls to face her foster dads.

“THATS why you were trying to sell the workout equipment??”

“We’re gonna make that Yukio’s room, if he’d like,” Ei says.

Yukio thinks for a moment. “I’ll get to stay with Rin again?” The three adults nod, and he nods too, decisively. “Then yes. I’d like that.”

Two weeks later the room is redone into Yukio’s space, and he’s moving in. It’s too late in the year for him to be transferred into Rin’s school, so they hire a tutor to homeschool him until he can enter middle school with her.

And that’s how they live for the next two years. Katsuki and Eijirou are the parents of two tween terrors, and yes there are less-than-happy times between the four of them. But day by day, Ei can see the fear leave Katsuki as he learns how to be a parent.

A week before the twins’ thirteenth birthday, Katsuki blows open their bedroom door and says “Ei, we’re having a kid.”

Before he can do much more than look up and get really confused, Katsu is shoving two packets of paper under his nose and saying “It’s Rin and Yukio, sign here and here.” The packets are adoption papers, already neatly filled out and signed with Kirishima Katsuki and a blank space where Bakugou Eijirou is supposed to go.

He grins and takes them, cheekily saying “What, do I not get a say in this?” as he’s reaching for a pen. Katsu just rolls his eyes, but he can’t hide the tiny smile on his lips.

Their birthday comes and Rin and Yukio tear away the wrapping paper to find more paper still. Rin whines, disappointed that she didn’t find something flashier for her thirteenth birthday. Yukio, however. Yukio actually reads the packet.

“You’re adopting us?”

Her head whips around, so fast that Katsu and Ei are somewhat afraid she gave herself whiplash, to look at her dads. “REALLY?!”

“Yup. The certificates should be here in a day or two.”

She shrieks and jumps up, throwing herself into hugging them with all she has. “Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthank—”

Yukio, while less vocal, still grins widely and says “Thank you,” himself.

That night, when the house is dark and Katsu and Ei are lying in bed, Katsu speaks. “Hey, Ei?”

“Mm?”

“I think we’re gonna be just fine.”

Unseen in the dark, Eijirou grins and laces his fingers with Katsuki’s. He pulls his hand up and kisses the back of it before murmuring, “Of course we will. It’s us.”

“Mm. Go to sleep, Ei.”

“Love you, Katsu.”

“I love you too.”

[wongpuppy]

ANGEL, wong yukhei

↳ Rating completely heart warming fluff

↳ Pairing singledad!Yukhei x Y/N

↳ Word count 10.8k [ one-shot ]

↳ Summary singledad!Yukhei couldn’t believe his luck, having two angels in his life

  You read off of your shopping list, crossing off eggs and milk before looking back up the shelves for your favorite cereal. 

  “Excuse me, can you get cereal for me?” You look down to a soft pat on the back of your thigh. A little girl dressed in a gray shirt and short, denim overalls, pouting innocently up at you. “I can’t reach Froot Loops. I like your shirt color!” 

  She points up at your light pink cropped sweater. You giggle and crouch down to her height. “Thank you, pretty girl. I’m Y/N, whats your name?” 

“Xiaoli.” She plays with the frays on the bottom of your sweater. 

  “Thats a pretty name. Why are you alone, Xiaoli? Someone’s supposed to be watching you, right?” 

  The little girl opens her mouth to answer but only to get cut off by a deep, masculine sigh. “Xiaoli, angel, I told you to never let go of papa.” 

  A tall, dark haired man comes through the isle and catches you off guard big time. He was out of this world beautiful. Big, brown eyes were completely focused on the little girl in front of you. “Are you okay, baobei? Come here, let me see you.” 

  “Yes, papa, I’m okay.” The little girl walks towards him and you watch as he crouches down with strong, protective arms reaching out towards her, his concerned eyes scan across Xiaoli’s face and frame. You stand up with a gulp. 

  “She wanted me to get the, uh-” you turn and grab a box of Froot Loops, “- cereal she couldn’t reach.” 

  This was the first time the guy looks at you, and it really made your throat go dry. He stands up at his full height, towering over you and the little girl clutching his hand. Looking at him head on, he really was a sight you would never forget. You could already catching yourself get up in the warmth from his doe eyes. His tan skin almost glowed and damn, you thought to yourself, this really is the most gorgeous guy in the world. You watch his eyes widen slightly and the left side of his lip to flutter up. 

  “Yeah, Froot Loops’ her favorite.” He holds one of her hands and stands back up. He holds out his free hand towards you with a breathtaking smile. “I’m Yu-” 

  “My papa! This is my papa. Papa, this is Y/N!” Xiaoli cheers and dances a bit. He can’t help but blush lightly at Xiaoli and smile sheepishly at you. 

  “Sorry, she’s a pretty hyperactive kid, kinda took that from me, I’m afraid.” He licks his lip, and you mentally die at the sight. “My names Yukhei.”

  You can’t help but laugh a bit and shake his hand. “Don’t apologize, she’s the cutest girl I’ve ever met.” 

  When your hands meet, a shy smile falls on your face when Yukhei looks back at you with a warm smile that makes his eyes squint at the ends. Theres an unexplainable type of comfort that comes from his holding his hand, and it makes waves of electricity rush through your veins. Letting go was exactly the last thing you wanted to do. 

  “I like her papa. Her shirt is pink!” Xiaoli tugs on Yukhei’s free arm and smiles up at you. 

  Yukhei beams down at her with a loving look in his eyes that makes your heart melt at the sight. “And pinks’ her favorite color. Your names Y/N, right?” 

  “Yeah.” Your cheeks redden on their own at the scene in front of you. “Its nice to meet the both of you.” 

  Its just then that you notice the both of your hands were still enveloped and you blush even harder. Yukhei catches on and laughs a bit after pulling away with pink cheeks. “The pleasures ours.” 

  The two of you smile at each other for a second (or five) then look away when Xiaoli tugs on Yukhei’s arm and mutters ‘papa’. He looks down at her with a raised eyebrow then his lips form an ‘o’. 

  “We are kind of on a tight schedule, it’s almost her nap time.” 

You shake your head and sigh to yourself, thinking Yukhei was just going to be another beautiful memory. “That’s completely okay, it was nice meeting you-” 

  “I mean,” Yukhei scratches the back of his neck and motions for the shopping basket he left on the floor. “If you aren’t doing anything, do you mind helping us get the rest of our groceries?” 

  Xiaoli squeals in excitement and jumps around. You watch Yukhei’s grin slowly get wider when you nod. “Yeah, I’d love to! I’m not in a rush or anything.”

  “Great.” Yukhei’s teeth are straight and white, shining at you through a large grin. It feels as though golden hour sunlight was hitting you directly. “That’s great. We just need to get biscuits and pudding.”

  The three of you set off for the aisle, you letting him put his basket in your shopping cart, and him then requesting to push the cart. He puts Xiaoli in the grocery cart’s kiddie seat, and you smile seeing her dance in her seat. 

  “Do you go to Seoul University?” Yukhei grins at you as he asks, taking any and every chance he can to look at you.

  “Yeah, I’m a senior. What about you?” You blush when he’s still looking at you, never having anyones pure and unbothered attention as much as Yukhei was giving you.

  “Same. I’m an athletic training major, you?” Yukhei maneuvers the cart in the biscuits aisle and looks for a specific brand. But when you talk, he immediately turns to face you.

“I’m a linguistics major. What brand are you looking for?”

  You watch his eyes widen at your words before narrowing them with a smirk. “Are you messing with me? Linguistics major? Study of languages, right? That’s so cool!”

  He looks at you with a dumbfounded smile before shaking his head at himself, attempting to get rid of the rosiness on his cheeks. “Um, just any soft baked strawberry bar.” He looks back at you with that same wide smirk. “Do you know any Canto?”

“Yeah, I’m fluent.”

  Your cheeks get progressively more red the longer Yukhei grins at you with a slightly dazed look in his eyes. “Th-That’s insane. That’s the first language I learned properly, my most comfortable. Not a lot of people are fluent in it.” After a few seconds he scratches the back of his neck with a pinkish hue to his cheeks. “That’s really cool. What else do you know?”

  He quickly averts his eyes towards the shelves of cereal bars, cursing at himself for so obviously nervous just talking to you. 

  Yukhei was never like this around girls, and to be honest, he definitely knew his way around them. But hearing himself stutter and feeling the heat crawl up his neck to his cheeks was odd, new. And Yukhei knew entirely too well what that meant. 

  The both of you scan through the shelves and he picks out two different branded soft baked bars. Yukhei looks behind you and sighs in relief when pudding was on the same aisle.

  “Mandarin, Japanese, Korean, Thai, and English. I’m doing an Asian concentration.”

  “Holy shit.” Yukhei utters low enough so Xiaoli doesn’t hear, stopping in his tracks to look at you with his jaw very obviously slacked. “Y/N, that’s insane. You’re officially the most impressive person I’ve met in my life.”

  You know your cheeks were resembling cherries by now and you lightly nudge him. “Oh, stop it, Yukhei. You’re pretty impressive yourself, you know.” He raises his eyebrows at you after looking around the puddings.

“How so?”

  “Well, you know, raising Xiaoli, it must be hard on you and your girlfriend to be doing that in University-“

  “Oh.” Yukhei stops his movements and laughs a bit nervously. He looks at you with a little confusion in his eyes, wondering how you never heard any of the rumors about him. “I’m single, Y/N. It’s just Xiaoli and I.”

  Practically everyone knew about Yukhei and Xiaoli, as he was never shy about being a single parent at such a young age. After his high school girl friend at the time found out she was pregnant, she immediately freaked out and ended the relationship, leaving Yukhei to take care of a little girl on his own. He never regretted it once though, seeing Xiaoli as more of a gift than anything else. 

  “Oh, I’m sorry if I said something I shouldn’t have or anything, Yukhei.” You play with your fingers, a nervous habit, and sigh. But to your surprise, you feel Yukhei lightly put his left hand on your right shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

  He gives you a sunshine grin, something so bright and wonderful it made you feel warm on the inside. You smile back at him and giggle a little, unable to formulate a normal sentence while having this beautiful man look at you with his twinkling eyes. He bites his bottom lip in a big grin before giving your shoulder one last squeeze and letting go.

  And you know that feeling of something warm and hot touching you for a while then letting go and that spot feels instantly freezing cold for a second before going back to normal? Thats what it felt like when his hand left your shoulder. You shiver.

  “Now, I just need to get a cake mix.” Xiaoli claps excitedly with a large grin, hearing the words cake.

“Vanilla cake! Vanilla cake!”

  Yukhei squeezes her cheeks lightly and coos at her. “Only the best vanilla cake for my princess.”

  You swoon at the sight. This man was definitely out of this world. “Is it someones birthday coming up?”

Xiaoli nods enthusiastically and throws her hands up. “I’m gonna be 5!”

  “Her birthday in four days.” Yukhei gives her a warm smile then turns back to you with a quieter voice. “And as excited as she is, today’s the first year I’m baking the cake, so I’m not even sure we’re going to have one.”

  You giggle as the three of you set off for the baking aisle. “I can help with that, if you want. I love baking.”

  “Really?” He has a dazzling smile on his face that leaves you breathless and you nod a little too dazed. “You’re honestly a lifesaver, Y/N, I was planning on baking the cake in three days so its still nice and fresh for her birthday.”

“I don’t mind at all.” You give Xiaoli a smile. “Anything for this little angel.”

  Xiaoli’s grin just gets wider and she pulls you in for a hug. She turns her face so she’s facing Yukhei, left cheek squished against your arm. “I like her, papa.”

  Yukhei feels his heart do something weird the more he looks at the sight in front of him. He knew his daughter always gave everyone she meets the benefit of the doubt, liking them all instantly. So he knew exactly when his daughter took a special liking to someone. Watching her tiny legs try to reach out beyond the kiddie seat and wrap around your hips, it was the first time Yukhei felt his heart flip. “I can see that, baobei.”

  This was all very foreign for a usually in control guy like Yukhei. He rarely put himself in a situation where he didn’t know what was going to happen, and right now, that’s exactly how he felt.

  “I think your papa’s a little jealous, honeybun.” He watched you say to the little girl with a smirk directed at him. Yukhei immediately felt his own smirk grow.

  “How did you know, Y/N?! Oh, no! My secrets out!” He playfully throws his hands up and groans exaggeratedly.

  Xiaoli, with all her innocence, falls for it and wiggles out of your touch and whines for the touch of her dad. 

Yukhei immediately feels warmth all over.

  It was crazy what Xiaoli’s birth did to him. Every year of his life since has been the best years and he’s never felt a love so deep, cemented, powerful.

He immediately takes her in for a hug and kisses the top of her head.

  You quickly turn away with your heart beating at the speed of light. You felt like you were watching something private; a surreal, different moment that you’ve never seen anything like before. With your strict, workaholic parents, you’re childhood was always spent in a big house all by yourself. They substituted feelings with gifts and many missed birthdays and graduations. 

  Seeing such a devoted parent and obvious moment of love struck something deep inside you. 

  You clear your throat and turn to all the different brands and flavors of cake mixes in front of you. Scanning the shelves, you pick out the vanilla Betty Crocker cake mix, a good amount of pink icing, as well as white and pink sprinkles.

  You turn back to Yukhei and Xiaoli with your hands full. “I picked out the best brands I know. And put the icing in the fridge when you get back home.”

  Yukhei grins at you and laughs a little seeing your hands all full. “You’re so cute, Y/N. Thank you, I appreciate this all a lot, really.”

  You giggle a little breathlessly watching him motion you over to your shopping cart. You blush and walk over, Yukhei immediately taking everything one by one out of you arms and into his basket.

“Its no problem, Yukhei. Anything I can do to help.” He grins at you and when he looks into your eyes, he feels his heart squeeze. He’s never fallen so hard, so fast for anyone before, it made him feel a little helpless.

  “I think we’re done now.” He quickly turns to Xiaoli and bops her nose lightly. “How’re you feeling, angel?”

  “A little sleepy but okay.” She gives him a cute toothy grin and wiggled her legs. “How are you, Y/N?”

  “I’m great, sweetheart. Thank you for asking!” She grins and reaches out towards the frays of your sweater again. You laugh and move closer to her so she could be able to play with them.

  “If you don’t mind,” you don’t even realize how close Yukhei and you are, your feet just inches away. “Can I have your number? To plan out when to bake the cake and everything.”

  You feel your heart beating at 200bpm. His eyes twinkled under the grocery store lights and your mind was permanently in dream state.

  “Yeah, Yukhei, of course.” A flush fills your cheeks. “Here, give me your phone.”

  He grins at you for a second before nodding and getting out his phone. You internally squeal when you see his background to be a baby picture of Xiaoli. The two of you exchange phones and put in each others numbers, with shy grins exchanged back and forth.

  “Do you want to walk to check out together?” You put your own phone in your pocket and Yukhei does the same. He grins at you and you nod with a shy smile.

“Y/N, whats your favorite color?”

You turn to Xiaoli with a smile. “I like the color blue, angel.”

“Papa likes blue, too!”

  Yukhei grins down at her while he pushes the cart. You walk beside them with a grin of your own. “That’s right, baobei, you remembered!”

“Of course, papa!” She gives him a toothy grin and you giggle at the sight. 

“She has the exact same smile as you.”

  Yukhei turns to you with a warm smile and pink cheeks. “You think? It looks much better on her, I think.”

  You shake your head and laugh, nudging him with your shoulder. “She really is adorable.”

  “I know.” He looks at her with so much warmth in his eyes, you thought you were going to melt on the spot. “She’s my guardian angel.”

  You feel your heart almost stop in that second, not even beginning to understand how much Yukhei really did love Xiaoli. It was so different than anything you’ve ever experience, in a parental figure and male figures in general. The sweetness in Yukhei’s voice every time he talked to her, the gentleness in his eyes; you were so caught up in awe. 

  “Registers 2 and 3 are free.” He turns to you with a side grin, taking small steps towards you. “It was really nice meeting you, Y/N.”

  You bite your lip and nod, giggling to yourself. “You too, Yukhei. I’ll text you today so we can plan out Xiaoli’s cake-“

  Yukhei takes you in for a hug and you’re frozen for a second until his warmth spreads everywhere through your body. You’re a little shellshocked at the moment, your heart beating so rapidly, you were certain he could feel it. You move your arms up around his neck after a few seconds. This felt good, way too comfortable for a first-time-encounter. His arms wrapped around your torso and yours around his neck felt like it was made to be there.

Everywhere he touched left goosebumps on your skin, and it was addicting. 

“I want a hug!”

  Yukhei pulls away quickly, looking at you with a shy grin. “Sorry, I didn’t really know what I was think-“

  “Don’t apologize, Yukhei.” Your arms are still resting on his shoulders and you smile up at him, ears very red. You pull away slightly and move closer to Xiaoli and take her in for a hug with Yukhei. “Big hug!”

  Yukhei’s chest rumbles in a deep laugh that makes your cheeks redden, and especially more when you realize the three of you were in a tight, tight embrace.

“The two of you are the cutest people I know.”

  You feel so complete at the moment, you couldn’t believe you just met this guy. It was like something internal, and it definitely made your insides tingle.

⇝⇝⇝

  You had just finished all your classes, opening the front door to your apartment when you feel your phone buzz from a call. When you take out your phone and see Yukhei’s name flash across the screen, you couldn’t help the butterflies that flew around your stomach. The two of you just met yesterday and the thought of him already made butterflies spring in your chest. 

  “Hey Y/N!” Yukhei sounded rushed on the other end of the call, like he was doing something else while talking to you. You grin to yourself as you listen to him. “What’re you up to in the next hour?”

  You shrug off your backpack and walk into the kitchen. “Yukhei, hey. I just got back to my apartment, finished all my classes. Why, whats up?”

 The boy on the other end sighs and clears his throat. “Well, I was hoping you could do me a huge favor. If you can��t, though, its totally fine. I just have an exam in, like, 20 minutes and my neighbor, Yuta, can’t look over Xiaoli last minute and none of my friends are free-“

 “Of course I’ll look after her.” You shake your head, giggling at his rambling. “Its no big deal.”

 “I owe you so much, Y/N.” You hear a set of keys jingle on Yukhei’s end with a slight groan. “I have to leave now, please tell me you live close to campus?”

  You can’t contain your laughter at the sound of his rushing, telling him your apartment address.

  “Come on, angel, you’re gonna stay with Y/N for a bit.” You hear Xiaoli squeal in the background and you grin to yourself. “We’ll catch ya’ in a sec, Y/N. I’ll text you when I’m down.”

“I’ll be waiting! See you in a bit.”

  You clutch your phone to your chest with a dreamy sigh and a childlike squeal. Last night, the two of you texted like high school crushes all night, talking about random things and details about each other. When you learned that he had to wake up at 8am every morning to drop Xiaoli at her daycare, you immediately forced him to sleep (much to his discontent) when the clock hit 2am.

  You cleaned up the place and got as many of your toys into a basket in the living room for Xiaoli, which wasn’t a lot but would have to do. 

  Your phone goes off and you throw on an oversized jumper before grabbing your keys.

Yukhei: We’re out :) @4:22pm

Y/N: Coming!! @4:23pm

  You race down the hall and into the elevator, twiddling your fingers together all the way down. You blush once you see Yukhei and Xiaoli leaning against a car. Yukhei sees you and waves at you with the widest grin, making you feel like you were at the center of the universe. You walk over with rosy cheeks and face set in a permanent smile.

  “Y/N!” Xiaoli jumps when she sees you and immediately runs over, meeting you half way. You’re crouched down to her height when you take her in your arms and let her wrap around you, all the while grinning from ear to ear. 

“Hi sweet angel, I missed you!”

  “I missed you too, Y/N!” She takes your face in her small hands and kisses the center of your forehead. You coo at her, kissing her cheeks and muttering thank you a hundred times.

Yukhei dies at the sight. As if his day old crush couldn’t get any stronger. 

  He looks between the two of you with powerful emotions being sought out from inside him, watching his daughter and you getting along so well.

“I owe you, again, Y/N. I’ll only be an hour and a half, two hours max-“

  “Take your time, Yukhei, really. I’ve got this.” You wink playfully at him. “The only reason I’m talking to you is to see Xiaoli anyway.”

  Yukhei feels his heart do the thing again -- another flip. He wants to reach out hold you tightly against him, feeling so overwhelmingly grateful. As much as he wants to, Yukhei still felt the embarrassment of the giant hug he gave you yesterday and holds back the yearning. Get a grip, Yukhei, you’re so whipped.

  “You know, I actually really don’t mind that.” Yukhei smirks softly at you and the two of you are grinning at each other hopelessly until you remember the time.

  “You can come over and chill after you finish, if you want to.” You blush, was that too straightforward? “I have cookies upstairs.”

  You watch both Yukhei’s and Xiaoli’s identical eyes go identically wide and you feel a little speechless at the sight.

  “That’s the key to my heart, Y/N.” Yukhei grins at you and holds a hand against his chest with an exaggerated swoon. “I’ll definitely come over for a cookie or five.”

  Before he leaves, Yukhei takes a few steps closer to you and you feel your throat close up when he leans down towards you. He’s so close and he’s just getting closer, the air between the two of you almost electric.

  You snap out of it when all he does is kiss the top of Xiaoli’s head, who is still clung onto you. But before you could release the breath you were holding, Yukhei pulls away but only slightly so the two of you were face to face.

  Seeing him this close with the sunlight hitting him in all the right angles, God was definitely playing tricks on you. The way his eyes scanned across your face and stuck on your lips for a few seconds too long made your heart do batshit crazy and unexplainable things in your chest.

  “Your exam, Yukhei.” You wanted to smack yourself, sounding so breathless and out of it.

  He looks at you, with sparkles in his eyes and doesn’t move for a millisecond before he nods to himself with a small grin. “Right. My exam.”

  Yukhei shakes his head, embarrassed at how lost he got looking at you like that. He felt like he could look at you forever and never get bored. He rests a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it. “I’ll text you.”

  Then he’s off, sprinting to his car and waving at you and Xiaoli before driving to campus.

  You look down at Xiaoli with a sneaky grin. “Now, who wants some homemade cookies?”

She grins happily and claps her hands. “I do! I do!”

  “Lets go before the cookie monster gets them all!” You playfully speed walk towards the elevators, making the little girl in your arms giggle the whole way up.

  The two of you spend the next hour and forty-five minutes over episodes of Dora the Explorer, cookies, toys, and many bursts of laughter. Xiaoli and you talked a lot more than you thought you would, it was crazy how similar the little girl and her dad was. She was probably the funniest kid you’ve met, managing to make you laugh at even the smallest things. 

  Before you bumped into Yukhei and Xiaoli, having a kid was something you never saw for yourself. It wasn’t that you didn’t like them, you just never thought of yourself finding a partner and being able to really settle down to have kids. Maybe it was your cynicism or lonely childhood, you just never thought you would be a good enough parent to raise a child. But being around Xiaoli and a real father figure who loved his daughter so strongly woke up the most basic human desire in you.

For the first time in a while, you wanted a real, loving family for yourself.

  Your phone buzzes and you catch yourself smiling dumbly when Yukhei’s name pops up.

  “Hey Y/N, I just finished my exam!” You could hear the happiness in his voice and it made you feel all giddy and warm inside. You move ever so slightly on the couch to get a bit more comfortable while Xiaoli snoozed on your chest.

  “Hey Yukhei! That’s great, how do you feel about it?” Your whispered voice makes Yukhei laugh for a second on the other end.

  “It was hard as shit to be honest.” Yukhei whispers back, and you can hear him fumbling with his keys on the other end. “Why’re we whispering?”

“Xiaoli’s asleep, loser.” You chuckle when you hear him gasp on the other end.

“You’re so mean to someone who just went through a lot of ass-whooping.”

  “You curse a lot more on the phone.” Xiaoli gets more comfortable against you and you grin.

  “I don’t like cursing around Xiaoli, but I’m a young adult, I like to drop a shit or fuck here and there.”

  Hearing a guy curse never seemed like something insanely hot or anything to you, but suddenly hearing Yukhei utter such crude words made you blush heavily.

  “I can’t believe you’re graduating senior.” You whisper with barely held in laughter. “Hurry back soon, theres one last cookie left and I’m a little hungry.”

  “So mean.” You can feel his smirk through the phone. “I’ll be home soon, honey!”

  The phone call ends and just like that, you feel like you’re living in a different world, a world where you called Yukhei yours. With Xiaoli sleeping so peacefully on you and Yukhei’s playful flirting, you felt like this was all so unusually familiar to you, so strangely comfortable. You felt like this was something you could do for the rest of your life, being around Yukhei and Xiaoli. 

  You text him your floor and door number, along with where the second key was (under the cactus pot), stating that Xiaoli looked so cute and peaceful asleep, you didn’t want to wake her up. Yukhei didn’t mind at all obviously, happy his little angel got to sleep more.

  You’re so concentrated on Dora and Boots on the TV screen that you missed Yukhei’s text that he was outside and almost didn’t hear the front door open and close. That was until you see Yukhei in the corner of your eye, his casual black hoodie and sweats paired with a new backwards cap. His eyes scan your living room with a warm smile.

  “Nice place, Y/N, lots of light.” He looks at each and every piece in your living room, the sparse but organized furniture contrasting to the spread of toys on your couch. Eyes roaming around every nook and cranny, but when your hushed voice reaches his ears, his attention is all on you.

  “Thank you, decorated it all myself.” You go to give him a goofy smile but the way he looks at you and Xiaoli makes you freeze up, he looks at the both of you so warm and whole, you feel complete inside and out.

  “Planning to steal my daughter, Y/N?” The way he says it with his deep voice sent shivers down your spine. He looks at you with a playful and wholly content smile, you felt like you don’t even need the sun anymore.

  “That’s been my plan since I met you, Yukhei.” You drop your head against a pillow and smile up at him. “How was your exam?”

  Yukhei lets his backpack fall off his shoulder and sprawls out opposite of you on the sectional couch, careful not to wake Xiaoli up. He sighs and relaxes against the velvety pillows.

  “I think I did good, definitely passed it.” He rolls his eyes at you. “You’re lucky you don’t have to take advanced human biology.”

  You let out a breathy laugh then motion for the cookie plate on the coffee table. “Xiao and I left you congratulatory cookies.”

  Most of the time Yukhei would instantly look over at food, but he doesn’t move and stays looking at you. He smiles instead, caught up in the name you gave his daughter. “Xiao?”

“A nickname.” Your cheeks turn pink. “She wanted a nickname.”

  Yukhei’s eyes seem to soften more and more until he clears his throat and turns so that he was laying on his side and looking at you. “I want a nickname.”

  You rack your thoughts and try to set your focus on anything other than the way Yukhei was grinning and toying with his bottom lip at you. You groan lightly. “I don’t know you well enough, I can only give nicknames to people I’m close to.”

  “Oh?” The tall boys eyes twinkle, his smile never leaving. “So the two of you are besties now?”

  You nod and look down at her with a warm gaze. “I honestly feel like she knows me. I’ve never felt so much love from someone.”

  Yukhei’s brows furrow at how you look at Xiao like she was the most precious thing to you. “What about your parents?”

  He catches the way the corners of your lips dip slightly. His hands stutter in their movement as he holds them up. “I’m so sorry for asking such a personal question, you don’t have to answer that-”

  Your quiet laugh stops his sentence. Shaking your head, you offer him a small smile. “Its fine, Yukhei. They were good parents but not there... Emotionally.”

Yukhei’s silent for a second. “You don’t have any siblings?”

“Nope.” You shake your head and swallow thickly. “Just me.”

  The sprawled out boy stays quiet, watching how you would rock Xiaoli lightly, Yukhei couldn’t help but think to himself that you had a natural motherly instinct.

  He couldn’t begin to think about a family that wasn’t one filled with constant love and care. Yukhei grew up in a tight-knit family that showered him and his younger brother with endless love. Xiaoli often spent time with his parents, and was a kid filled with all the love he’s gotten from his family and not just him.

  But then he thinks of a younger you, picking up and putting together the little pieces of your childhood you told him about. A little you memorizing and teaching yourself foreign languages to fill up the silence left from your parents.

“We’re your family now.” 

  Yukhei’s eyes widen when he realizes he said that out loud. He knew your childhood was a bleak one, and most of the love you’ve received coming from your friends rather than your parents. He wanted to help you in any way he could, and if it was just spending time with you and Xiao, he would trade everything in the world for it. “I mean, looks like Xiao already thinks you are even if we just met yesterday.”

  You’re too caught up in your thoughts to really think about his words, lightly brushing strands of hair off of Xiaoli’s face. “I feel like I’ve known her forever.”

  Yukhei feels his breath get stuck in his throat, your voice dripping with sweetness, adoration, honey. He takes the time to really take in the both of you on the couch, wondering if he’s ever seen his daughter so smitten with anyone other than him. He laughs to himself, head shaking and voice deep.

  “I don’t think Xiao’s ever slept on anyone except me. She’s so comfortable with you already.”

  His laughter is what snaps you out of your thoughts, grinning from ear to ear at his words. You keep looking at her, unable to get enough of her cuteness. “Thats one of the nicest things anyones ever told me.”

  Yukhei’s grin grows to the size of yours as he keeps his gaze set on the two of you. He doesn’t look away the whole time, doesn’t even want to blink, cementing this part of his life forever. In that point, he’s never felt so full.

  “Papa?” Xiaoli’s hands are balled up in fists when she rubs her eyes to wake up.

  Yukhei’s eyes drag from you to the little girl in your arms. A dazzling, gentle smile set on his face. “Hello there sleeping beauty.” He pats his chest and opens his arms for her to come to him. “What did you dream about?”

  You watch Xiaoli stumble across the couch to get from you to Yukhei, collapsing onto his broad chest. Your heart rate picks up watching her sit criss-cross on him, and he doesn’t look uncomfortable in the slightest.

“Unicorns, papa! So many unicorns. And I was a queen!”

  Yukhei’s smile is tender as he looks up at Xiaoli. He pinches her cheeks. “Thats not a dream! You’re a queen here, too!”

  The little girl giggles and puts her hands on his baseball cap. “I don’t have a crown. Can I take yours?”

  “No no no.” Yukhei takes her hands from his hat and kisses them instead. “Papa messed up his hair. If Y/N sees, she won’t like me-“

  Sneakily, Xiaoli slips her tiny hands out of Yukhei’s and she takes the cap off his head, giggling like crazy the whole time. Yukhei gasps loudly and groans comically at how Xiaoli held his hat above her head. “Oh, no! You’re too tall for me!”

  Your apartment is filled up with Xiaoli’s bubbly laughter and so is your heart. Your apartment feels so foreign, it didn’t even feel like just yours anymore. The way Yukhei and Xiaoli play on your couch make you forget all the times you’ve cried in that same place. 

  The Wong’s managed to fill your apartment with so much love, you forget all about your loveless childhood and previously lonely, empty apartment.

⇝⇝⇝

  The next time you have the pleasure of seeing Yukhei and Xiaoli is two days later, when you were supposed to help with baking her birthday cake. That was precisely why you stood in front of their door with a nervous bounce to your step and your bottom lip being gnawed on since you woke up this morning. 

   Of course, Yukhei and you have been texting as much as the two of you could but with you having an exam today and him tending to Xiaoli, it was not much. But you didn’t mind at all, the only problem being your nerves about having to see the Wong’s similarly wide smiles and booming laughter. 

“Oh! Yukhei, someones at the door for you!” 

  You snapped out of your thoughts at the opening of Yukhei’s door and a guy around your age standing in the doorway. He gives you an apologetic smile, picking up the fact that he had completely caught you off guard. “I’m sorry about that, I’m Yuta! Yukhei’s neighbor, you must be Y/N.” 

  You’re about to open your mouth when the man of the hour appears behind the shorter, blonde boy with a wide and toothy grin. Your heart skips a beat, and you instantly feel your cheeks redden. 

  “Y/N, I didn’t hear you knock.” He nudges Yuta to allow you into the apartment and you chuckle shyly, fiddling with your fingers. 

  “I was just about to.” You force yourself to look away from Yukhei’s bright eyes and towards his neighbor with a friendly smile. “Yuta, Its nice to meet you. Seems like someones been talking about me, hm?” 

  Yukhei laughs lowly and a little nervously, making Yuta smirk at you. Before he says anything, the three of you turn to a familiar squeal of a little girl. 

“Y/N!” 

  From around the corner, Xiaoli sees you with a larger than life smile that makes you instantly smile back, already crouching down with your arms open wide for her to run into. “Xiao, angel!” 

  When her small arms wrap around you, you hug back and immediately feel all your anxiety fade. “I missed you, Y/N.” 

“And I missed you, lai fa.” 

  Yukhei feels his all his breath leave him when he hears the tender beautiful flower fall from your lips, making him fall all together. His heart beats erratically and uncontrollably, as if adrenaline was pumped straight through his veins. It isn’t until Yuta pats his shoulder that his gaze snaps away from Xiaoli playing with your hair that he realizes the near heart-eyes his face took shape of. 

  “You, my friend, are done for.” Yuta mutters to the still shellshocked dad, snickering behind his hand. He clears his throat, getting your attention away from the little girl in your arms. “I’m afraid I have a date to get to, but it was nice finally putting a face to the stories, Y/N.”

  You get up with a side grin, Xiaoli clutching onto one of your hands. “Will I be seeing you for Xiao’s birthday party tomorrow?” 

  He nods immediately, beaming down at the little girl. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” 

  Taking for into a hug, you step away from them and stand beside Yukhei with a raised brow and a minuscule smirk. “So, been telling stories about me, Yukhei?”

  “Not me, Xiaoli.” He chuckles nervously again and avoids your gaze, “you know how she is. Loves to talk.” 

“Takes after her papa.” 

  Yukhei’s cheeks and ears are a crimson red, thankful for Yuta getting up and announcing his departure and having you look away with a smirk plastered on your face. ‘Yeah, definitely done for’ the taller boy thought to himself watching you wave bye to his neighbor. 

“Are you going to read me good night?” 

  Yukhei instantly looks away from your dimpled smile and towards his daughter who directed the question to Y/N, with a pout and raised brow. “You don’t want me to read to you?” 

  She giggles and shakes her head, her long dark brown hair whipping around. “No, papa. Y/N tonight.” 

  “I seriously love her so much, Yukhei.” You say without looking at him, eyes and attention completely focused on the angel in front of the both of you. You reach down to fix her bangs with a hand resting on her cheek after. “Of course I’ll read to you, Xiao.” 

  After she grins and dances on the spot, she runs around the corner and presumably to her room. Before you can follow, a hand on yours makes you and your heart stop. 

  “If you don’t stop this immediately,” Yukhei utters with a soft voice and dangerously beautiful grin, “I’m afraid I would not be able to let you leave.” 

  He takes a few steps closer to you, closing the distance between the two of you to just a breath away, and it completely takes your breath away. Your mind is in shambles, unable to think about making any form of intelligent noise, instead being grounded on the spot with an awestruck look. 

“Y/N? Papa? I can’t find Tigger!” 

  Yukhei’s eyes that were previously trained on your lips move up to your eyes with a barely audible tsk. He drops your hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, his palm rest resting on the side of your neck for just a second, making you question how you were still breathing at that point. “I’m coming, angel!” 

He steps away from you with a playful glint in his eye. “You good there, Y/N?”

  You have to blink a couple times to regain any normal human motor function before you nod with a bashful chuckle. “You’re a very dangerous man, Wong Yukhei.” 

  All he does is shrug, nodding to where Xiaoli called for them with a small smirk. “I can’t help it, Xiaoli is almost as smitten with you as I am.” 

  He leaves without another word, making you stay grounded on the spot, playing his words and voice and everything in your head before a disbelieving laugh comes from you. You follow where Yukhei goes through the hallway and into a little girls room, very obviously Xiaoli’s due to the pink walls adorned with flowers decorated here and there. She’s laying in her pink bed with a pout and crossed arms. 

  “What happened to sleeping with Snoopy?” Yukhei asks, rummaging through a pile of toys beside a miniature table and chair set. 

“Tigger was lonely.” 

  You hold back a coo, watching Yukhei hide the tiger toy behind his back as he approached Xiaoli’s bed with an exaggerated frown. You lean against the doorframe, not wanting to interrupt the scene in front of you at all. 

“I can’t seem to find him, baobei.” 

  The sweet girl’s pout only deepens and when her eyes nearly whelm up, Yukhei immediately pulls the Tigger toy from his back and in her line of sight. He crouches down to her bed and pats her head, combing his hands through her hair. “Don’t cry, angel, he was just hiding behind me. He’s here now, see?” 

  When her face lights up, his does as well and it brought back that same yearning you felt deep in your chest when you realized that you wanted a family of your own. It pulled at your heart strings, the way Yukhei gazed at his daughter with so much affection. 

“I want Rainbow Fish tonight, Y/N!” 

  You are brought away from your thoughts with a warm smile as you nod at Xiaoli, coming into the room and kneeling beside Yukhei beside her bed. “Is that your favorite story, lai fa?” 

  She nods a bit tiredly, a small smile still on her face as she cuddles the toy and nestles into her pillows. Yukhei chuckles breathlessly, reaching over you to get the book from her bedside table, handing it to you with an affectionate gaze. He sits beside the small bed, being big enough to lean against it with his head resting on his palm. 

  “A long way out in the deep blue sea there lived a fish...” You started to read softly, turning the page here and there, making sure to follow along with your finger for Xiaoli’s benefit. 

  Pointing the pictures when necessary, you were too focused on the story itself to catch the way Yukhei watched you with all the softness in the world. His chest thumped every time you would look back at Xiaoli, even going as far as quietening your voice when you noticed her eye lids getting heavier. Yukhei could not stop looking at you, feeling so entranced by the gentleness of your tone, the quirk of your lips as you read the children’s book, the love in your eyes whenever you looked at Xiao. 

“Yukhei? She’s asleep now.” 

  Blinking, Yukhei’s daze was cut off by your whispers and raised eyebrow. His cheeks flare up as he quickly leans over to the figure of his daughter peacefully asleep. “Sweet dreams, baobei.” 

  You watch him kiss her cheeks, eyelids, and forehead with a racing heart and clammy palms. The act leaving such an impact on you, you felt your eyes whelm up and you look away once you catch the softest ‘i love you forever’ from the tall, beautiful man in front of you. Getting up, you turn the lights off, leaving her bedside nightlight on after you remember Yukhei telling you she couldn’t stay asleep without it. 

  The two of you carefully walk out her room, Yukhei leaving the door partly open before motioning to follow him. “You didn’t have to do that, Y/N. I appreciate it, really.” 

  You just smile and giggle, nudging the beautiful man as you walk beside him. “Stop thanking me for the smallest things, Yukhei. I’d do anything for her.” 

  His reply doesn’t come in the form of words, instead stopping his tracks and turning to you. Theres a rosy hue to his cheeks that instantly makes you blush too, the look forcing all the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy. Yukhei slowly raises his hands over your cheeks and holds them gently. His smile is almost shy, eyes squinting at the corners as he looked down at you with nothing but adoration. 

“Can I kiss you then? Will you accept that as a thank you?”

  Your throat goes dry and you know your face was fire hydrant red, never feeling your cheeks as hot as they did as that moment. You nod dumbly, not trusting yourself to speak and break the way Yukhei gazed at you like everything you’ve ever wanted in life. 

  His face inches forward ever so slightly and just when his lips brush against yours, theres a phone ringing that makes you jump and Yukhei sigh loudly. Keeping one hand on your cheek, he uses the other to reach in his pocket and pull out his phone, answering without taking his eyes off of you. He gives you an apologetic but cheeky smile. 

“Can I help you, Sicheng?”

  You chuckle quietly when Yukhei sighs and a deep voice talks on the other end, making him roll his eyes. Dropping his hand from your cheek, he looks down at you with a pout, his socked left foot nudging yours from where the two of you stood. Your cheek instantly feels ice cold and you wish that you could feel his warm, big hands on you for as long as possible. “Yeah, it’s tomorrow at 2pm. Isn’t Yuta with you? Why couldn’t you ask him yourself?” 

  You couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation, as Yukhei switched to speaking in Cantonese and it was probably the most attractive thing your ears where blessed with; hearing him speak in his mother tongue. 

“Assholes, both of you. Good bye!” 

  The boy in front of you shakes his head before looking at you with a roll of his eyes and a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that. You ready to bake this cake?” 

  You watch him tread to the kitchen that was at the end of the hall, a skip to his step and whistling lowly under his breath. You tried and tried to push back the whirlwind of thoughts and feelings that arose from the near Earth-shattering moment but it just kept coming at you, making you flustered all over again. 

  You’ve had a couple boyfriends in your 21 years of life, but none of them standing out or erupting waves of adrenaline and adoration to come from you. And before you bumped into the Wong’s, you’ve been feeling a slow hole of loneliness grow in your chest. Countless nights spent crying yourself to sleep over the thought of being so emotionally unfulfilled was immediately swept away the moment Yukhei looked at you the way he did with his hands on your cheeks. 

  Yukhei always had a smile on his face around you, but not such a loving and caring twinkle that left you breathless every time you thought about it. 

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

  You look up to warm hot chocolate brown eyes and your lips impulsively perk up on their own. Nodding, you make your way to him and ignore the feeling of completeness you felt being around Yukhei, putting all your focus on the cake mix that sat on top of the kitchen tables. 

“I may or may not have eaten a few spoons of the frosting.”

  Laughter flows out of you easily and carelessly, the innocence in the tall man’s voice making you shake your head but endlessly thankful for having the chance to meet a guy like Wong Yukhei. Without thinking about it, you lean up on the tips of your toes and place a quick but mind numbing kiss on his soft cheek, the action making him freeze instantly and you turn red all over. “If this cake turns out bad then, I’m putting all the blame on you.” 

  Yukhei, in all his dazed glory, can only nod at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw, not prepared for the flash of confidence that came out of nowhere. You can’t help but chuckle shyly at his state, never leaving a boy speechless, especially leaving a man like Wong Yukhei without the ability to think properly. 

  The next four hours was dedicated to baking and decorating the vanilla cake, taking almost twice as long due to the presence that was Yukhei and all his laughter and wide-smiled glory. The two of you talked and joked around as if you’ve known each other for years and not a mere few days. It was easy, the way conversation never seemed to seise and moments of silence feeling anything but awkward. 

  From childhood stories and embarrassing teenage phases to revealing hidden talents and the reasons behind visible scars, the two of you were far too engrossed in each other to notice the worsening weather outside until the finished cake sat proudly on a large golden platter. 

“Oh shit, was that lightning?” 

  Yukhei’s words make your eyes go from the amateurly decorated pink and white cake to windows that showcased heavy rain, thunder, and lightning. You look down to your phone that read 11:45pm and muttered a curse. “I completely forgot a storm was coming tonight, and how is it nearly midnight already?” 

  Walking over to his large living room windows, you see the roads below nearly flooding, with cars having to drive extra slowly but still making it look ever daunting. You pout at the sight. 

“Are you going to be able to drive back in this weather?” 

  Yukhei’s deep voice comes from behind you and you jump at the sound, blushing at how close he was to you. Shrugging and looking at the both of your light green socks, the car keys in your back pocket feeling like a 100 lbs. “Probably, I just never have driven in weather this bad.” 

  Theres a moment of silence between the two of you, only filled up by the loud booming of thunder and constant heavy rainfall. 

  “You can stay the night, if you’d like. I would prefer if you did.” Yukhei looks anywhere but your eyes, feeling heat crawl up his neck. “Just to be safe, I mean. I can sleep on the couch and you can take my bed, and I have extra clothes that are small enough and could fit you. I just need to get them for you-”

  His rambling is cut off by your low chuckle and equally as rosy cheeks. You nod without another thought, making the tall man beam at you bashfully. “Your nervous rambling is adorable, by the way.” 

  “I’m not adorable.” He mutters with a pout and blush still heavily evident on his face. Yukhei coughs a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “Let me get you some clothes and check on Xiao, she isn’t scared of storms but I just want to make sure she’s still asleep.” 

  During the time spent baking and decorating the cake, the two of you would take turns checking up on the sleeping little girl. She slept soundly the whole time, but you couldn’t blame Yukhei for wanting to make sure she was still asleep and okay. When he excuses himself from the living room, you can’t help but look around the space, taking it all in for the first time. 

  The moderately furnished room was decorated here and there with framed pictures and occasional polaroids of Xiaoli, Yukhei, his family, and friends. Spotting Yuta in a few of them, you smiled as you picked up a particular selfie Yuta took with Yukhei holding and looking down at a younger Xiaoli with the fondest of smiles on his face. With missing teeth and messy bangs, Xiao beamed at the camera and you wanted to combust on the spot, catching each of the similarities the younger girl shared with her dad. 

  “Do you want to watch a movie and order out some food? I’ve only got leftover Mexican in the fridge and I honestly don’t know how long it’s been there.” You set the frame down and turn to the sound of Yukhei’s voice, where he held out a pair of boxer shorts and a large hoodie. He has a sheepish grin when you meet his eyes. “I like sleeping in freezing temperatures. And I didn’t have any smaller shorts or pants, but if you aren’t comfortable in this I can look deeper in my closet for something else-”

  “Yukhei.” Your smile is wide and made your cheeks hurt, finding him so fucking adorable when he nervously rambles, you couldn’t handle it. You take the clothes from his outreached hands. “These work just fine, thank you. And you choose the food, I pick the movie?” 

  He nods excitedly, twisting the rings on his fingers (another habit you found so absurdly cute). “You can change in my room, it’s right beside Xiao’s. Do you prefer Chinese or Vietnamese?” 

  Your stomach makes an audible noise at the sound of Vietnamese and you give him a meek grin. “If you want pho as much as I do right now, I’ll probably cry.” 

  Yukhei bites down on his bottom lip hard, not wanting to smile as freakishly big as he felt like he would. “You’re so cute, Y/N. I’ll order that then.” 

  Nodding and listing what you preferred in the pho, you go down the hall and into his room, laughing at how Yukhei it was. Everything was clean and organized, no clothes on the floor or a single object out of place. Different sports memorabilia and space-related posters were up on the walls and sprawled across his desk. With a picture of a baby Xiaoli on his bedside, your cheeks kept getting progressively redder the more you spent investigating his room. 

  Quickly changing and laughing at your reflection in his mirror, the hoodie long enough to be a dress, with the shorts barely peaking at the bottom, Yukhei’s clothes basically ate you whole. You pitter-patter through the halls, your leggings and shirt clutched against your chest when you reemerge into the living room. 

“I kind of feel like watching a horror movie, do you mind if we do?” 

  Yukhei is chilling on his couch and looks up from his phone once he hears your voice. He does a double take seeing you drowned in his hoodie, nearly choking on air and feeling super flustered. “Um, yeah, I don’t mind.” 

  You raise an eyebrow at his stutter, and grin playfully scooting next to him on the couch. “Like my outfit? It’s new.” 

  “You look adorable.” He stutters out, shaking his head when he just feels his face going crimson all over again. When he chuckles, its deep and makes your legs go numb. “Fuck, keep the whole thing. You look so damn cute, Y/N.” 

  Your cheeks flush and when he doesn’t stop looking at you with that damned side smile, a giggle falls from your lips. “Stop looking at me like that, Yukhei.” 

  Yukhei just shakes his head, inching closer to you with a coy smile. “I can’t help it honestly.”

  With the softness of his voice, his twinkling eyes, and the way he licked his lips once he looked down at yours. You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore, all conscious thoughts flying out of your head the second you leaned forward and closed the distance between the two of you. 

  And fuck, the millisecond your lips met his velvety soft ones, it felt like it was just the two of you, somewhere far out of this world. You pull away for a moment, and when his eyes that were previously closed flutter open, the butterflies erupt in your chest all over again and you don’t hesitate before kissing him again. 

  Kissing Wong Yukhei was like being wrapped in a fluffy blanket straight from the dryer, the warmth spreading like wildfire throughout your whole body and making the tips of your toes tingle. One of his hands are at the back of your neck, tangling itself around your hair as if he wanted to only get closer to you. The other arm engulfing you so tightly onto him, you could feel his heart beating rapidly through the hoodies the both of you wore. Your heart raced at the same pace, the two organs almost syncing up. 

  His lips felt like magic and you were in awe, every crash of your lips feeling just as explosive as the last. Your arms are wrapped so tightly around his neck, you thought there might be marks. 

  Yukhei kissed you so passionately you couldn’t believe kissing could ever feel like this, and how you’ve never experienced anything like it before. It felt invaluable, caught up in the whirlwind of this beautiful mans arms and lips. 

  When the two of you pull away, its all heavy breathing, swollen lips, and glossy eyes. And just when you thought kissing Yukhei couldn’t be any more surreal, you were by far unprepared for what came after. 

  The way his glassy, twinkling eyes scan your face with a slack jaw of pure unadulterated awe. The two of you too caught up in a daze to realize how tightly you still held onto each other. 

  You’ve kissed and been with a good number of men before, but none of them were Wong Yukhei. 

  Yukhei kisses you again and again, before you catch his adam’s apple bob and a slow, captivating smile stretches across his lips. 

Lips you wanted to kiss over and over again. 

“You’re a very dangerous woman, Y/N.” 

  Your throat feels dry, breathless when you laugh. The hand on the back of your head slides to your cheek and your own play with his soft, brown locks. “I couldn’t help it, Yukhei.” 

  A doorbell bursts the bubble around Yukhei and you, bringing you back to Seoul and back to his apartment. He groans under his breath, hands still never leaving you. “That’s our food.” 

  When he still doesn’t move and doesn’t look away from your ever increasing rosy cheeks, you nudge him with a chuckle. “You should probably go get that then.” 

  Yukhei pouts, eyes lingering on your lips before he can’t help but kiss them again. It was terrifying how addictive the softness of his lips were and how well they fit against yours, but you were thankful knowing he was just as obsessed with it as you were. 

  The rest of the night is a blur. Both of you wrapped against each other, arms and legs entangled as if to make up for the years the two of you never met. A random but forgotten horror movie playing in the background and two large bowls of pho between you, it felt like looking away from each other would be committing a sin.

  For the first time that night in many years spent sleeping alone, you fall asleep on a guy’s chest. But as you quickly learned in the mere four days you’ve known Yukhei, he was by far no ordinary guy. 

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  You wake up to the smell of coffee and pancakes, Yukhei’s couch feeling just as comfortable as a bed with the amount of comforters and blankets the two of you nestled yourselves in the night before. 

  You sit up to stretch and immediately burrow back into the thick blankets, the living room nearly freezing. 

“Morning angel, how many sugars do you want in your coffee again?” 

  Yukhei’s voice makes you a double take, the morning blessing him with extra deep vocals that made you flush a crimson red. “Uh,” your croaky throat makes you cringe slightly, “just two please. Morning Yuki, how was your sleep?”

  His head pops out from the kitchen with a bright, surprised smile. “Did you just call me Yuki?” 

Your eyes widen and you laugh nervously. “Maybe. What about it?”

  Walking into the living room stirring a mug of coffee, Yukhei looked like he walked straight out from the gates of heavens. His dark hair fell over his forehead in a messy, curly fashion that instantly brought you back to the events of last night. 

  “I like it, you finally gave me a nickname.” He sits beside you, handing the mug with a slow smile. He leans back on the couch, looking at you fondly as you sipped on the coffee, surprised he made it perfectly like you wanted. “I slept perfectly. What’d you dream about?” 

  Your mind goes crazy, remembering the same question he asked Xiaoli after she napped in your house. You take the mug with both hands, relishing its warmth. “I don’t remember, really. Last night was a dream on its own.” 

  Yukhei’s laugh is as deep as the Mariana’s Trench, holding up a hand to cradle and rub your cheek with his thumb. His cold rings complementing the heat of your cheek and the warmth of his palm. “So cute. I’m glad you stayed last night.” 

  A small yawn breaks the contact between Yukhei and you, both your eyes going to Xiaoli’s small frame in one of Yukhei’s old high school track and field shirts. She rubs her eyes with one fist, the other still holding onto the same Tigger toy from last night. “Good morning.” 

  Yukhei instantly coos, opening his arms wide for the little girl to come into. “Look who’s awake! Its my baobei’s birthday!”

  She hops on his lap, sitting criss-cross with a tired but excited smile, holding her toy to her chest. You pinch her cheeks when she turns to you. “You’re 5 now, thats so exciting, lai fa!” 

  Grinning, she drops the tiger to hold onto your cheeks and gives you a big kiss on your forehead. “I’m happy you’re here, Y/N!” 

  “See, its not just me.” Yukhei says with a gentle, soothing voice that makes your heart flutter. He rubs Xiao’s back with one hand and rests the other on your knee, squeezing it every now and then. “What do you want for breakfast, angel?” 

  “Cake! Birthday cake!” She squeals, clapping wildly. Yukhei laughs, letting go of your knee to fix and comb through her messy bangs and hair, pulling it up to a ponytail. “Did you get a cake?” 

  “Y/N and I baked one just for you, baobei. Its extra special because its your 5th birthday!” 

  When you turn away from Yukhei’s dashing smile to Xiaoli and your facial expression drops when her eyes whelm up. You instantly move closer to the two of them, holding onto her hands. “Why are you crying, Xiao? Do you want a different cake?”

  She pouts and shakes her head, tears slipping from her eyes. “No, I’m happy, Y/N. So happy. This is the best birthday ever.” 

  Yukhei quickly wipes her tears, shushing her from tearing up more with a wispy look of his own. Kissing each cheek, he pulls in the both of you for a hug, rocking back and forth ever so slightly. The previously freezing living room feels almost too warm now, feeling Xiaoli’s arms wrap around the both of you. She giggles when you pinch her cheeks again, leaning more into your chest. 

  He looks down at you with a larger than life smile that makes you want to stay with the Wong’s for as long as you could. Kissing the top of your head, Yukhei mutters under his breath my angels, my angels over and over again, as if trying to cement the complete fulfillment he felt at the moment. 

  You’ve never felt so whole as you did being in the arms of Wong Yukhei and surrounded by the giggling of Wong Xiaoli.