#and then she seems confused why i shut down after her basically telling me how im wrong and inconvenient and im not worth accommodating

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THE SESSION! — CHOSO KAMO

SYNOPSIS...you open up to your best friend about how difficult it is for you to have an orgasm, but he takes it as an opportunity to help and make the night only about you after your horrible past experiences

INFO...best friend!choso x fem!reader, reader finds it embarrassing to talk about not being able to cum, pussy eating, spit, praise, oral (f receiving), fingering, handholding, not proofread

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You and Choso sat on his couch, watching the movie that played on the tv screen, digging into the bowl of popcorn that sat comfortable between the two of you. It was a basically tradition for you guys to have a movie night together at least twice a month, gives you opportunity to catch up with each other and hang out without having your schedules clash. A scene in particular made you cringe, an unnecessary sex scene which most of these movies always have—adding nothing to the plot. With the roll of your eyes, you hear chuckle from Choso and quickly look over at him to see he was laughing you. “What?” Your furrow your brows in confusion.

He shakes his head. “Nothing,” he responds, immediately going back to watching the movie with his arms folded across his chest, head leaned back against the couch. With narrow eyes, you stare at him for a seconds before looking back at the screen, the sex scene still ongoing. The woman always looked like she was having the time of her life, eyes fluttering shut, scratching at the guys back and what not.

“I don’t get why they portray sex like this in the movies, I mean, one minute in and the girl is already creaming her damn pants. So unrealistic,” you scoff. Choso side eyed you, watching as you complained, but he picked up the remote and paused the movie. “What are you doing? Press play.”

He completely ignored you, turning his body halfway towards you so that he was able to see you better. “What do you mean unrealistic?” He questioned, placing down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table along with the remote.

“I don’t know, it just looks so forced? It’s a movie, so what do you expect? Anyway, press play.” You adjust in your seat, bringing your knees up to your chest. Though, he didn’t move a muscle and continued to stare at you. Slowly, you turned your head towards him. “May I help you?”

“You think that looks forced and fake?” Choso asks with a laugh, pointing at the screen.

“Yeah, the guy never does foreplay, never focuses on the girl, they just get their nut and go. Plus, it never even feels good enough to have an orgasm.” You shrug.

Choso looks at you in surprise, mouth nearly dropping open. “Sounds like to me you’ve been with sleeping with some shitty dudes.”

“Okay, well, yeah!” You huff. “You know what? I’m gonna stop talking because I’m not trying to embarrass myself, so please press play!” You smiled at him.

“Come on, tell me! I’m your best friend! You know everything about me!” He argued.

“No, it’s embarrassing.” You shook your head at him, avoiding eye contact.

“Please! You know everything about my sex life! I wanna hear about these shitty guys you’ve been sleeping with, sounds entertaining,” he laughed.

“You tell me about your sex life regardless of what I say, so I don’t wanna hear it,” you chuckle. “Plus, these stories are not entertaining at all.”

Choso crawled up closer to you on the couch. “Please! I’ll do anything! I’ll buy you your favorite snacks for a whole month! I’ll put gas in your car for the month! I’ll cook your favorite food! Anything!” He was begging, your words having caught his interest.

“Cho, leave it alone! I said it was embarrassing, okay? It’s not even about the guys, it’s mostly about me,” you trail off, voice getting quiet.

“Oh.” He blinked. “It’s serious.” He sat close to you.

Finally, you look over at him, bored expression on your face. “It’s not serious, it’s something I have difficulty with and the guys I slept with really didn’t seem to even care or try. They just wanted to fuck just to say they fucked,” you explained, looking at him.

“If you’re afraid I’m gonna make fun of you, I promise I won’t.” He gave you a half smile.

“Pinky promise?” You asked, holding out your pinky.

“Pinky promise.” He interlocked his pinky with yours, tugging on it gently before letting go. “Now, tell me.”

You cleared your throat, getting comfortable in the position you were before you began to speak, “so, the truth is that I have a hard time having orgasms. That’s literally it. And the guys I slept with weren’t so big on the whole foreplay and putting a woman’s pleasure first, and I’m starting to realize that I just have horrible luck when it comes to sleeping with men because that’s not normal,” you awkwardly laugh, looking at your best friend. “Basically, a guy has never made me cum. There, I said it.”

Choso stared at you like a deer in headlights, unsure of what to even say. He never thought that would be the thing to come out of your mouth. He actually thought it was something embarrassing, but it wasn’t. “Wait, so…have you ever made yourself cum?” He asked with a timid voice.

“Like twice, but most of the time I can’t. It’s super frustrating and it takes the pleasure out of it. It sucks knowing that other girls can cum so quick and easy and have guys that worship the ground they walk on, you know?” You slightly frowned. “This is so stupid! I don’t even know why I’m telling you this.” The embarrassment kicked in, feeling Choso burn a hole in your face with his stare. You didn’t dare look at him, afraid that he might actually laugh. But when you went to reach for the remote, his hand grabbed at your wrist and stopped you.

“Look at me,” he demanded, voice soft and gentle. He pulled you closer to him and as he did so, your brain felt like it completely stopped working. You had zero clue on what he was doing, but that look in his eyes…he’s never looked at you like that before. Would it be wrong of you to say that you felt nervous and little hot and bothered? “Maybe you just need someone who makes you feel comfortable, relaxed.”

You let out a soft chuckle, “like a boyfriend?” You asked, pulling your wrist away from his grip.

“No…a best friend,” he spoke. Your eyes fluttered up to his before quickly averting your gaze. “Don’t get all shy now, you just told me one of your biggest secrets. Thats what best friends are for, right? Help each other out, tell each other all of our secrets. Or maybe I’ve just been dying to know how you taste all these years. Would you be okay with that? Would you be okay with me making you feel good, hm?”

“Cho…I don’t wanna disappoint you—”

“Disappoint me? Why because you’re afraid you won’t cum? That’s okay, just let yourself feel good, I wanna be the one to make you feel good whether you cum or not. Okay?” You nodded your head at him, biting on the inside of your cheek as you watched him get off of the couch and sink down to his knees in front of you. You thickly swallowed as he stared up at you, his fingers finding the band of your shorts before gently pulling at them. “Don’t be nervous, tonight is about you.” He tossed your shorts on the other side of the couch, leaving you only in your panties.

His hands caressed your thighs, squeezing them, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your inner thighs. “Have I ever told you how much I love your thighs?” He looked up at you with a smirk, placing another kiss on your skin. You shook your head no. “Mmm, well now you know.” He dipped his head further towards your clothed cunt, licking at it just to tease you. Your breath shuddered at the sensation. "Relax, okay?" He gave you a soft smile.

Your heart began beating faster the closer his hands got to the elastic band of your underwear. Slightly lifting your hips, you allowed him to slip the fabric over your legs, moving down your ankles before he tossed them to the floor. You grew nervous and self conscious, clenching your legs shut. Choso has been your best friend for years, but neither of you have never been this intimate with each other before. The most you two ever did was hug. Sure, you shared secrets with each other and basically knew everything going on in your lives, nothing was too much to share between you two. Though, this was an entirely different thing.

He could sense your nervousness and hesitation, sucking in a deep breath as he stared at you with low eyes. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he reassured.

"No, no, I do...it's just we've never talked about this or done anything like this before." You blinked.

He let out a breathy chuckle, smirking up at you. "I never took you to be the shy type."

"Shush!" You brought your hands up to cover your face.

"I'm messing with you," he laughed. "Now, spread your legs and let me see how pretty she is. Pretty please." He reached his hand up to yours, removing them from your face so he could take a look at you. Slowly, you began to spread your legs for him and Choso's eyes seemed to light up in awe, staring down at your cunt like he was a kid in a candy store. "Oh my god," he said under his breath. He reached his thumb up to your clit, slowly rubbing it with light pressure as he watched your hole clench around nothing. "Look at me," he ordered. "I don't want you to think about cumming, I just want you to think about how good it feels, you understand?" You nodded in silence, teeth sinking into your lower lip.

A gasp left your lips when you felt the flat of his tongue rest against your clit. His arms wrapped around your legs, pulling your hips closer to his face as he nestled between your legs. His tongue circled around your clit in a slow motion that made your hips jolt. You tried to conceal your little whimpers, but it was getting hard to with the way he was suckling on your clit.

He let out an audible moan, looking up at you through thick lashes as messily spit onto your cunt, letting it dribble down to your hole. The tip of his tongue licking at your folds. He lapped up your juices, breathing heavily before he came up for air, the lower half of his face glistening with you. "Fuck, you taste so good." He flashed a smile at you, diving right back in between your legs.

Your hips bucked against his face, the feeling of warm tongue moving up and down your cunt, teasing your hole, it felt so good. The tip of his tongue began moving in figure eight motions across your clit, sending chills up your spine. You held back your moans, covering your hand with your mouth as you indulged in the pleasure, letting it take over your mind and body. Your eyes fluttered shut, head falling back against the couch.

Choso took notice of your shyness, reaching up to, once again, remove your hand from your face, taking your hand and his and intertwining your fingers. "I wanna hear all the pretty noises you make." He placed a gentle kiss on your swollen clit, squeezing your hand. "How you feeling, hm?"

"Good...it feels good," you breathed out, nodding your head.

"That's what I like to hear. Don't worry about anything else." He rubbed the pad of thumb over your knuckles. He gave you one last look before his eyes averted to your cunt, sucking in a breath before he began sucking on your clit again. He took it upon himself remove his arm from around your leg, his ring and middle finger prodding at your entrance, easily slipping them in.

"Cho," you moaned, jaw slack. He let out a throaty groan, pleased to hear how good he was making you feel. His eyes landed on you again, watching your face contort with pleasure, brown furrowed and eyes dark with lust. His fingers began moving in and out of your sopping hole, slightly curled as he aimed for your g-spot. He wasn't trying to make you cum, he was just trying to make you feel good, let you have an enjoyable experience for once after hearing about all the shitty guys you've been with.

They didn't deserve you, to see you like this, feel you. Choso couldn't be more flattered that you'd let him do this for you. If he had known about this sooner, he would've taken initiative right then and there. All you deserve is the best, to be worshipped like you want and he was here to do that whenever you needed. He pumped his fingers faster, the thought of how those other men treated you were starting to get under his skin.

"Ah! Fuck!" You were panting heavily, chest moving up and down rapidly. Your pussy was making lewd sounds, juices coating his fingers. You squeezed his hand tightly, a whimper leaving your throat as his tongue swirled over the sensitive bud.

"You're doing such a good job for me," he muttered against your skin, kissing your inner thighs. You grew needy as his slowly dragged his fingers against your gummy walls. "Oh," he chuckled, "your pussy is clenching around my fingers. So needy."

"Please, just wanna feel your tongue again," you begged. "You make me feel so good, Cho." Your eyes were filled with desperation, moving your hips against his hand for more friction. Impatient, your hand gripped onto his hair, pushing his head back down to where you needed him most. He let out a deep chuckle, tongue diving between your folds, slurping your juices and spitting them back onto your cunt. Choso grew hungry, feral, wanting to see your eyes roll back.

Your body was coated in a light sheen of sweat, goosebumps littered your skin, and it felt like you couldn't think straight. "Yes! Yes!" You moaned, biting down on your lip so hard you were sure it was going to bleed. "Cho," you called out, whimpering.

"What is it, pretty?" His fingers kept working at you, watching the way your body writhed above him. "Tell me." His voice was soft.

"I think you're gonna make me cum," you choked out, legs slightly shaking with pointed toes.

"Remember what I said, don't think about it, just let it happen." He kept his fingers at the same pace, tongue going back to lap at your clit again. Your little gasps and whimpers told Choso all he needed to know. You were so close. And as much as he'd love to see you cum, he wasn't going to force it upon you, so he kept doing the same thing he was doing just minutes ago. The grip on his hair grew tighter as you got closer and closer to your orgasm.

The feeling and experience was such a rare thing that each time, you came super hard. Your thighs clenched around his head. "Shit! Im cumming! I'm cum-oh my god!" Your entire body began shaking as your orgasm took over, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Choso let out a satisfied moan, tasting you on his tongue, licking up your juices, not daring to waste a drop.

He lifted his head to take a good look at you, seeing the fucked out look on your face brought him joy. "Hey, relax, it's okay," he reassured, rubbing your thighs to soothe you. He could see your body was still slightly quivering. "You're okay." He got up from his knees, sitting back down on the couch as he held you in his arms, kissing the top of your head.

"Jesus, Cho," you giggled, out of breath. "Thank you."

"You don't gotta thank me for nothing." He grabbed your jaw, making you look up at him. "Next time you feel like this, you come to me, not anyone else. Promise?" He stared at you, his cheeks flushed a bright red.

"Promise.

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angel of the codeine scene — [04] the traveller.

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sypnosis. [ 1.4k words. angst + ??? ] — the moment you make up your mind to talk to xiao, you can't, because a traveller appears.

It continues on for weeks, Xiao will make sure your basic needs are met, but will be distant outside of that, and you provide surface-level medical practice.

You were beginning to think that the problem with Xiao is more of a mental thing… One you were not sure how to help him with, seeing as he doesn't actually talk to you out of pleasantries and one-sided conversations.

(Other than that, you were still confused as to why he treats you so fragilely, as if you were mortal.)

You've done countless hours of research over what karmic debt is, there's no cure.

You've even met Xiao's previous healer (from which you learned from Verr), Baizhu, who has taken you as an apprentice of sorts as you learn how to construct better medicine and would teach you better methods of more effective medicine.

But it never did help Xiao.

(“Human medicine does not work on me,”) you remember him telling you once after you made him drink a new concoction.

The only upside of this that you've been experiencing is that you've learned how to help others, and that Baizhu has praised you for being such a fast learner.

“You would work better as an apothecary rather than a healer now,” he jokes.

Xiao seemed not to mind going to these lessons, though he was definitely indifferent. As per the contract, you must always be with him, and he must always be with you, to protect and to support, at all times, he never left your side for too long.

Most times, when you were having your lessons, you learned through Baizhu that he was with Ganyu.

“What do they do?”

“Well, they talk, mostly, Ganyu has mentioned to me that Xiao has been more communicative these days,”

“Oh… okay.”

Baizhu notices the tone in your response and puts the mortar and pestle down, “Is everything alright?”

You sigh, “Can I… Can I say something that might be out of line?”

Baizhu’s eyes dart to the window behind the two of you and goes to shut it and the door, “What is it?”

You lean against the table, “I don't know, I feel… useless? I'm not doing anything to Xiao-xiansheng, I learn how to make medicine and you tell me I'm good at it, but… it doesn't improve his condition,”

You see him form a line with his lips, “On top of that, he doesn't talk to me, whenever I approach him, there's this… wall, I feel.”

“He feels so distant and I don't know how to talk to him about it because he always tells me he's fine, and I'm here thinking that “If he's fine, then what am I here for? What use do I have for him if he really is fine?””

“I haven't even figured out how to heal him at all! The most I've done was heal minor wounds, which have been like pulling a tooth out of him, by the way, I had to convince him for a long hour to let me hover my hand over the wound on his stomach to heal it,”

Your mentor sighs, “Patients who do not want help, cannot be helped,”

You put your hands over your face.

“I don't know what to do, I feel so useless,”

Baizhu comforts you for the rest of night, “Have you talked to Zhongli about it? Morax?”

You shake your head, “Should I?”

“It would be best that you do.”

…

If Xiao notices that you are quieter than before when he comes to take you back to Wangshu Inn, he makes no notice of it.

…

You do not get an opportunity to talk to Morax the following day.

A traveller appears.

Lumine, you learned her name through Verr, had worked together with Xiao during a nation-level threat from a few months ago. She returned because she had to ask him for help with something.

She looked like the sun, you thought.

“Adeptus Xiao is not here, Lumine,” Verr supplies, “Just call him,” she says and gets back to arranging papers. You watch her curiously from the kitchen as she goes up to the balcony.

You follow but take a different route to your room and settle for watching her from the window.

“Xiao,” you hear her say and he appears.

“You called?”

Hm.

You close the window and open a book.

The sinking feeling in your stomach has spread to your lungs this time and you think you're the one who's sick. You write this down on a piece of paper and address it to Baizhu.

There aren't any classes today and you prefer not to leave Xiao's side, but you cannot get sick either, asking help from Baizhu on your condition is crucial.

You step out of the room and hear the two still talking. You take a look and see Xiao facing her, back to you, as he listens to the traveller explain her request.

You turn and head for Verr.

“Miss Verr, can you please send this for me? I need this to reach Dr. Baizhu of Bubu Pharmacy by this afternoon,” you tell her.

“Of course, sweetheart, hold on,”

…

Xiao listens to Lumine’s request with crossed arms, the moment he appeared, he hears you close your window.

He swears he's listening to her, but all that occupies his mind is him listening to your footsteps descend down the stairs.

“Xiao? Are you still with me?”

“I apologize, what was it?”

The traveller sighs, “I received a commission to cleanse a hoard of hillichurls, and I would like your assistance, they seem to be… different, they're just like the ones with Starsnatcher,”

“Fine, wait here, I need to retrieve someone,” he says and then disappears.

Xiao catches the end of your request for Verr.

“... reach Dr. Baizhu of Bubu Pharmacy by this afternoon,”

“Of course, sweetheart, hold on,”

“Why do you need to reach Baizhu urgently? Are you ill?” his tone takes a more concerned route.

You shake your head.

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes,” you nod.

“Good, we'll be going with the traveller,” he tells you, “ she requires my assistance,”

You nod again, “Of course, xiansheng.”

…

Xiao insists that the four of you (you meet the traveller's companion, Paimon, a bit later) walk, because he doesn't want to risk you, or so he says.

Thankfully the traveller had no problem with walking and had actually proved to be a great conversationalist.

With her, you had talked more in the short time you walked than you had ever talked with Xiao in the past two months.

She had asked you about your favourite things and interests, including stories of her own when you found things you both favored. Paimon also offered you snacks.

It was a nice change of company.

The moment you reached the clearing, Xiao carried you over to a higher point of view, one where you can see him and he can see you, but you were out of harm's way.

“Stay here, do not surge into the field, no matter what,” he always says.

Then he leaves.

You're thankful that Paimon floated over to you moments later.

…

“Why'd you put her that far away? I can barely make Paimon out from down here,” Lumine squints as she tried to spot you from atop.

“She is weak, she will be a liability in battle,” he says.

Lumine winces, “Archons, isn't that a bit harsh? You don't mince your words at all, do you?”

“It's the truth,”

She walks towards the field where a camp has set, “I thought you'd be kinder since you're dating her,” she says, summoning her sword.

“I'm what?”

Lumine stops walking and faces him, the look of horror on his face paints the same look on hers.

“You're not?!?”

“No??”

“What in the actual- you know what, sure yeah, I'm not that surprised, let's talk later, Paimon wants Adeptus’ Temptation for dinner,”

The two approach the miasma infested creatures and began to slay them swiftly. The malevolent hillichurls do more damage than normal ones, but Xiao slices through them with his spear. Killing each and every last one he can see.

Just as they think it's over, a hillichurl appears from out of nowhere and throws a bomb-like concoction at Lumine, and Xiao shields her body with his.

They cough as the powder suffocates them and suddenly Xiao spits out a black jelly-like liquid from his mouth and falls to his knees.

“Xiao!”

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sighh thinking ab frank castle w a fellow vigilante who has similar vibes to black cat, deadpool, etc. (basically just a catty bitch with a tragic backstory, what’s new)

franks just enjoying his coffee at the same shitty diner he always goes to, watching the world go past for his ten minutes of daily peace when she plops down in the booth across from him.

he’s not really sure what’s going on, or who this lady (this smoking hot lady, holy shit) is, so he just takes another sip and raises his eyebrows at her.

a manicured nail, sharp and black, points at him.

“i know who you are.”

“‘scuse me?” he sets the ceramic cup on the table, leaning back against the sticky booth.

“you’re that, uh,” her finger is waving around at his chest and he can smell the mint of her gum. “that skull guy.” when she finally conjures her answer her hand falls flat on the table.

“listen, lady,” he’s trying to deflect, but he’s looking around the place in an urgency that could only mean she’s right. “i don’t know who the hell you are-“

her hand comes back up, palm to his face. “don’t worry. i totally stand for it. very overthrowing the government chic.”

now he’s even more confused, but before he can tell this lady to piss off, the place is raining with bullets and she’s diving under the table like she’s done this before. he’s next to the table, grumbling cuss words under his breath. seconds away from pulling himself together and dealing with this shit, she grabs his jacket and tugs herself forwards with it.

“are they here for you or me?” he stutters out an answer of how the hell is he supposed to know, because who the hell is this woman and why would anyone be after her? “i have every government agency you could possibly imagine on my ass, and then like, two more. been a crazy week!”

he pulls her up from under the table, and basically yells in her ear to get to the kitchen. she’s way too calm to be unexperienced in this, army crawling in a pair of heels.

“these pants were way too expensive for this,” she complains but when that absolute hunk of a man lands himself directly over top of her and wraps an arm around her, forcing her to go faster, all further complaints disappear.

he can feel her pulse on her wrist when he tugs her up again before they tumble out the back door, and thinks maybe the whole calm thing is a hoax. her heart is beating out of her chest, and she hasn’t even broke a sweat.

they book it to his shitty stolen car and frank drives as fast as he can without being too suspicious.

“you alright?” he asks her, finally breaking the silence half way out of the city.

“its whatever.” she rolls her eyes and diminishes it with a wave of her hand. “as long as i can get this scuff off my damn shoes. why, i seem new at this or somethin?”

“pulse felt like your heart was about to jump out your throat.”

“oh, yeah, its just like that all the time. i’m a failed science experiment, basically. that’s why the government wants me. well- not really, the people that experimented on me also made me kill a bunch of people, but like…same-difference.” she shrugs and continues picking at her nails like it means nothing.

this lady just keeps getting more and more baffling, so he just keeps his mouth shut and lets the radio play a little louder.

he’s been stuck with her ever since.

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A+ Student Pt 7

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(Fem reader, angst, smut, more car sex😭🙏 , argument, drama, it all goes down bro, etc, not proofread!)

Summary: Y/n is a great student in her college, always getting good grades. Her college professor Matt, thinks she can get even higher ones with some “extra credit.” That is until she meets her new gym teacher..

I look at my phone blankly, not answering it. The call disappears off of my screen and I breathe out finally. Until it rings again, he’s desperate to reach me, I let it ring a third time and then I pick it up and answer it. “Hello?” I hesitate. A sigh leaves the other end of the phone.

“Matt?” I ask, “You’ve made me so fucking angry y/n.” He speaks lowly. “I- uh how?” I’m nervous, I don’t know why. He chuckles sarcastically, “You know why.” He breathes in, “You need to pay for what you did. You’re a little slut.” He hisses, even though he’s clearly upset I can’t help but get turned on by the way he’s speaking to me.

I swallow harshly, “How would I pay for what I did?” I ask, my core aching. “You deserve a punishment, a.. detention perhaps.” He seems like he’s being flirty but he still sounds angry and that is a hot combination. “Okay when should I have a detention professor?” I tease him, “don’t enjoy this y/n. I’ll hang up if you fucking enjoy this shit.. you’re a slut you know that?” He huffs in frustration.

“We both know that Matt.” I speak seductively and smirk, he can’t see it but you know. “Fuck..” he groans, “I’ll tell you something.” I start to speak, “what?” He replies and I chuckle softly, “I think you’re only mad because your brother has fucked me twice and he’s only know me for a short while and you? You’ve been my professor for the past year and you’ve only been able to eat me out. Hm?”

“I couldn’t care less y/n,” he sighs, “I’m fucking pissed off because..” he stops speaking, “because I left yours after you basically forced me out and then I fucked Chris?” I’m having fun winding him up. “Yes that and also because you don’t have a fucking clue about Chris.” He speaks coldly.

“What about him?” I’m confused, “I can’t tell you on the phone it’s easier to speak in person, I want to see your face.” I sigh, “well I’ll meet you tomorrow?” I wanna know what he’s talking about “I can’t tomorrow, grading papers, Sunday?” He really wants to tell me something I can tell, “yeah sure.”

We talk for another minute before hanging up, what the fuck is he talking about? I’ll have to see him on Sunday, wait shit! I forgot to ask Lizzy if she was okay. I pull out my phone and call her. Luckily she answers quickly, “Liz you okay? I’m so sorry I didn’t reply.” She laughs lightly, “yeah it’s all good now, my parents were arguing and I just needed somewhere to go.”

“If I was home I would’ve let you come over, where did you go in the end?” “Just to a friend’s house, where were you then?” I need to lie I don’t want her to know about what went on. “I was out with my dad.”

Me and her talk back and forth until she has to go.

Sunday

My alarm goes off and I struggle to grab my phone to shut it off. “Fuck..” I groan out of tiredness, it’s 8:30am and after 10 minutes of procrastinating wether I should go back to sleep I get out of bed and hop in the shower, still not fully awake so I’m stumbling.

I do my everything shower and get into my room to get dressed, I pick a basic ass pair of sweats and a tight white vest. I put some makeup on and check the time, it’s 10:23. Matt told me he could pick me up at half 10. I get my shoes on and go downstairs, “I’m headed out dad!” I call to my dad who is on the couch.

“No worries stay safe pumpkin.” He smiles, “do you want me to make you a coffee before I go?” I ask him as I still have time, “It’s alright, I got one here.” He lifts his mug, “thank you though.” He nods, “Okay no worries, see ya!” I walk out the front door and I just wait on the sidewalk.

After 10 minutes the Porsche pulls up and I remember Matt saying he drives it sometimes. He stops in front of me and I hop in the passenger seat, the same passenger seat that me and Chris fucked in 2 days previously. “Hey.” He speaks, “Hi, what did you wanna tell me?” I ask him putting the seatbelt on.

He looks at me for a good 10 seconds, I tilt my head in confusion as he isn’t speaking. “I lied.” He swallows, “Lied? About what?” I’m even more confused now, he starts driving. “I lied, I have nothing to say about Chris.” He sounds unsure, “What why?” I ask him.

“I’m fucking jealous as shit y/n,” He sighs, “I just wanted to see you, I’m sorry I’m a fucking dick.” He slows down and pulls down a street. “It’s okay Matt, don’t worry.” I try to reassure him.” He shakes his head, “It’s not okay, not until I can.. feel you around me.” He whispers. He pulls into the parking lot of an abandoned store.

I feel myself get hot, did he really just say that? I can’t form words out of shock, he turns to me. “He fucked you in this car didn’t he.” I look at him and nod, “in the backseat?” He speaks quieter, I shake my head “in this seat.” I point at where I’m sitting, “that must’ve been awkward.” He smirks, “yeah I hit my head a few times.”

“Maybe you need someone to show you how to fuck in a car.. the comfortable way.” He bites his lip, I squeeze my thighs together as he speaks. His hand comes down to my thigh, “you’re a slut.” He chuckles, my face turns red and I look away.

He grabs my face and turns it to him, “get in the back.” He undoes my seatbelt. I nod quickly and hop out the car, he copies and we both get into the backseat, I’m glad these back windows are tinted as it’s broad daylight outside, even though the car park is empty. He wastes no time and crashes his lips onto mine.

His hands travel to my sweatpants as pulls them down to my ankles and then undoes the zipper of his jeans before pulling both of our pants off. The imprint of his cock is unmissable. He grabs my legs and slides me so I’m practically laying down on the backseat, without hesitation he removes my underwear and puts it on the drivers seat.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He slides two fingers across my slit before pushing them in quickly. I moan out lightly, he moves them in and out about 5 times, before removing them. “Please..” I look up at him, raising my inner brows. He smirks before pulling his boxes off, his dick is big, not as big as Chris’ but it’s still perfect.

I go to try and wrap my hands around his length and he stops me by grabbing my hands with one hand, pushing them above my head and with the other hand moves my legs into missionary position.

“I don’t have a condom.” He looks at me, “I’m on birth control.” I speak rapidly, just wanting to feel him inside me, “desperate hm?” He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead. I nod, “please Matt.. fuck me.” I whine, he chuckles, resting his tip at my entrance but not pushing it in, I wiggle to try and get some friction.

“Matt.. stop teasing me please just…” he cuts me off by pushing inside instantly, I moan out and grip the seat. “Just what? What did you want me to do?” He teases, he thrusts in and out slowly at first before quickening the pace until he’s pounding into me and the car is definitely moving. Mine and his moans fill the car.

I can feel myself getting closer and closer, I look down at where we connect, his dick disappearing inside of me with every thrust, his hand comes down and rubs circles on my clit. I scream out his name and my back arches. “Fuck..” he groans out, I feel the euphoria wash over me as I come undone. My arousal leaking around his dick.

Not long after he finishes inside of me and pulls out. We both sit breathlessly, “that was.. fucking amazing.” I breathe out harshly, “Can I have my panties back?” I ask him as I grab my sweatpants off of the car floor, “I think I’ll keep them, as a souvenir.” He smirks as he gets his boxers and jeans back on. “You weirdo.” I tease him and slide my sweatpants on without underwear underneath.

We get back into the front seats and he gives me the aux, I put on some random playlist on shuffle. He stuffs my panties into his pocket before we put our seatbelts on and he drives off. “Do you wanna come to mine? Just for food or something.” Matt asks me, “Yeah of course, is Chris gonna be there?” I whisper his name.

“Probably not, Chris did say he was going out somewhere.” Matt replies, “okay yeah I’ll come.”

We get to his house and Matt pulls in the driveway before we get out the car and enter the house. It’s quiet, except for faint music coming from upstairs. I look to Matt, “Nick probably.” He answers, we walk to the kitchen and I sit on the barstool. “Do you want a soda?” Matt opens the fridge, “yeah sure what do you have?” I lean on the counter to look in the fridge, my ass in the air.

“We have Pepsi and..” Matt gets cut off, “That’s a nice view.” Chris. He walks up from the hallway behind, I sit back down and turn to him, my face red. He’s wearing a black wifebeater vest and grey sweats holding an empty glass, Matt stands up and closes the fridge. “What ya doing?” Chris asks as he walks up next to Matt, “nothing important.”

“What’s this?” Chris pulls my panties out of the pocket of Matts jeans. He looks at me, tilting his head. “Oh.” Is all that he says. He chuckles but I can tell he’s pissed off.

“I just..” I try to explain but Chris scoffs loudly, “Oh shut it y/n.” He puts his glass down and slams his hands on the counter infront of me, I flinch. “What happened to ‘Matt is a dick’ and all that bullshit?” He leans in further. “Hm?” He looks angry. “I don’t know.” I mumble. I look over, Matt is smiling slightly?

Chris turns to Matt, “I don’t know what your problem is. This is just a competition to you isn’t it?” Chris shoves Matt backwards into the fridge door. “Calm down.” Matt replies to Chris who just turns around, “Calm down? I can’t fucking calm down right now Matt.” He walks over to me, “you’re a selfish bitch.” He points his finger in my face.

“It was going well, I thought you actually gave a fuck.” He scoffs, “I do Chris..” I try to speak again, “If you did then why did you go back to him?” It’s a valid question, I don’t know. “Maybe she prefers me.” Matt stupidly pipes up. Chris picks the glass that he put down and he throws it at the cabinet next to Matt.

It smashes and the glass flies everywhere. I get off the stool and step back, “Chris stop..” I thought I’d be scared of him. “It was a joke just stop being so childish.” Matt retorts to Chris, “I’m not fucking laughing.” He speaks more calmly, his eyes look watery. “I’ll clean that up.” He spoke quietly, pointing at the shattered glass on the floor.

“While you’re at it clean your act up too hm?” Matt smirks, he’s making this worse. “I’ll be cleaning your fucking blood off the wall if you don’t shut the fuck up.” Chris yells. “Your acting all tough but I don’t think she knows about you know what.” Chris points at me, Matts eyes widen.

“What?” I’m confused, “What was her name again? Kelly?” Chris asks Matt, Matt looks nervous. Kelly the new girl? What are they talking about. “Yeah that was it, that was strange when she was here wasn’t it.” Chris hisses.

She was here? “I think that was the night after y/n was here the first time right? The night you upset her and I was the only person who comforted her right?” Chris walks even closer to Matt. “What is he talking about?” I ask Matt because I feel like I know what went on I just wanna hear it from him.

“He was ‘helping her catch up with the work’ or something, what was your excuse again?” Chris turns to Matt who’s face is bright red, Matt looks at me, “Matt what the fuck is he talking about?” I raise my voice to him.

“I.. Kelly wanted to get caught up with the class work, that’s all I promise you y/n.” He pleads with me, “The thing is, you don’t teach biology so there was no need for your dick to be out.” Chris chuckles, Matts expression shows me everything I need to know, he’s a fucking liar. “I have every right to report you to the college.” Chris smirks at Matt.

“You’d lose your job too asshole.” Matt growls back at him, “yeah but I don’t need that job, I got it just to try it out.” Chris grabs the brush and pan and starts to sweep up the glass. “Fuck you.” Matt grabs his car keys and walks out of the house.

I feel tears run down my eyes as I stand there in shock, the day after he refused to kiss me he had Kelly here and his dick out? What the fuck. “You good?” Chris stands up and looks at me, his expression shifting to concern as he notices the tears rolling down my face.

“I’m so sorry.” He apologises.

A/n: guys…. Heheh Hehehe smut with Matt hehehe but the angst is wilding out. Chris is my baby girl😖 bro I have so many ideas for new series’ and I just wanna write a new series rn (pbviously continuing this one as it’ll only have like 2 parts left I think!

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[butteronabun]

Learning new things is supposedly a daily experience, someone had said to you back then, and you’d taken that advice to heart. That’s why even if you don’t like what you’re studying as of the moment, you’re sure it’ll be of great benefit in the far, far future.

After all, knowledge is power!

“If you’ve mastered the Art of Tying A Knot, you can finally get married,” one of the maids tease, and you pout while struggling to hone in making a Windsor knot to yourself. Inside of Dawn Winery’s guest rooms, you find yourself staring at your grumpy reflection in one of the biggest mirrors you’ve ever seen, while the maids behind you are whispering and giggling. “And we all know that the Master likes wearing ties, so. . .”

They’re all horrible, really. Horrible people.

This all started earlier that morning when Diluc was running late for work, and you were the one to locate him in the living room to give him his tie. He seemed thankful, and a bit bashful — you assumed that he was probably being like this because this was one of the first times you’d caught him forget something — before inching closer to you and raising his chin. However, when you grew confused and asked what he was doing, the man froze, before quickly averting his gaze.

“I – I thought—“

“Hm?”

“Nevermind. Thank you, my love.” Diluc politely coughed with his fist and took the tie.

You were literally a huge question mark when your lover left after kissing you on the cheek. Thankfully, the maids, especially Adelinde, who witnessed the spectacle, decided to rescue their future lady from spiraling.

You felt like an idiot after they informed you that Diluc wanted you to tie his tie for him. Even more so when you told them that you didn’t realize and didn’t know how to tie ties. And now, failing lots of times for a simple task such as tying a knot in front of these “experts” isn’t in your to–do list today, and you desperately wish the ground to swallow you up from the humiliation.

“Ooh, she’s improving, girls, she’s improving!”

Hope forms inside of you as you look down. “Really?!”

More giggling. “Nope!”

You groan, before loosing the tie, and trying again. Horrible people. “Why should I make a Windsor knot? There are other easier knots!”

You hear them chuckle. “Oh, she doesn’t know it yet. . .”

“Poor thing.”

“Shut it, just tell me already!”

Adelinde hushes them. The woman of the hour. “Ladies, that’s enough. She’s trying her best.” You almost whimper when she begins approaching you and teaching you the basics again. You recall how she has returned to your spot five times now, and you can’t help but be grateful her for her patience.

“You see, our dearest, a lot of married men in Mondstadt prefer this knot. Do you know the reason?”

“Why? So their wives can suffer every morning?” You huff sarcastically.

“Because it’s the easiest knot to undo,” She corrects you with a wink. “If you catch my drift.”

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hello! It's my first time requesting, I don't know if you will write it or not, but I thought I'll put the idea in, basically when I had this sudden burst of idea for a story where in this story Bucky is sort of a the type of guy who likes to bring girls and ykyk, and unfortunately the reader has a crush on Bucky and they r neighbour so reader would tend to listen to the noises and it would break the reader's heart. One day, she decided to go for a walk when Bucky was *cough* w some random girl, and unfortunately, the reader was attacked from behind, and Steve or Sam found her and brought her to the Medbay, and when Bucky found out his heart broke and he confessed, bc he also has a crush on the reader but don't know how to do handle it so he just go with other girls to push his feelings aside, obv doesn't work. Ending fluff!! Love your work always🫶

You’re The One That I Want » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Neighbor!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn’t want the other girls he has brought home, all he wants is Y/N.

Warnings: Fluff, language, mentions of blood, crying, kissing, cuddling, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

You covered your ears with your hands and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to drown out the sound of the moans coming from Bucky’s apartment next door. You couldn’t help but feel jealous and heartbroken. You’ve had a crush on Bucky since the day you moved in next door to him, but it’s pretty obvious that he doesn’t feel the same way about you. He brings a different girl home almost every night. You put on a jacket and grabbed your phone and keys. You decided to take a walk to get your mind off of Bucky having a girl over. The night air felt refreshing. You hadn’t realized how long you were walking when you felt someone grab you from behind and pulled you into a nearby alley. The person covered your mouth to muffle your screams. The next thing you knew, you felt something sharp pierce your left side. Soon your body felt limp and you fell to the ground, everything went dark after that. Steve was walking down the street when something caught his eye in the alley. He cautiously entered the alley and seen a person lying on the ground unconscious. Something about this person seemed familiar to him, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. He crouched down and carefully rolled the person over. His eyes widened when he seen your face.

“Y/N, it’s Steve. Can you hear me?” Steve says.

That’s when he felt something wet. He looked down and seen a pool of blood underneath you. He checked for a pulse. Your pulse was weak, but it was there. Steve picked you up bridal style and took you to the med bay at the Avengers Compound. While the doctors were checking you out, he tried to call and text Bucky, but he didn’t answer.

“Come on, Buck. Answer your damn phone.” Steve says to himself.

Steve was sent to voicemail for what it seems like the hundredth time. He sighed and put his phone in pocket and ran his fingers through his hair. Steve knows you’re Bucky’s next door neighbor. He also knows that Bucky would like to know if something bad happened to you.

The next morning, Bucky woke up next to a girl who’s name he didn’t remember. He grabbed his phone and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when he seen a lot of miss calls and texts from Steve. He got out of bed to get dressed at the same time the girl woke up. He politely told her that he had to go to work and she left. He then made his way to the Avengers Compound.

“Why did you call and text me so many times last night? Where’s the emergency?” Bucky asks, walking towards Steve.

“It’s Y/N.” Steve says.

“My neighbor Y/N? What’s wrong with her?” He asks.

“I found her with a stab wound and passed out from blood loss in an alley last night.” Steve tells him.

Bucky felt his heart drop and his eyes widened. A bunch of bad scenarios were going through his mind.

“Where is she? Is she awake?” Bucky asks with worry in his voice.

“She’s in the med bay and still hasn’t woke up yet.” Steve says.

Bucky immediately ran to the med bay. His eyes teared up when he seen you in the bed with an IV in your arm and a breathing tube in your nose that’s giving you oxygen. He approached the bed and sat down next to you. Him seeing you in the bed like that almost killed him. He carefully picked up your hand, giving it a kiss and held it. Bucky couldn’t help but feel guilt. If he answered his phone last night, he would’ve been here sooner.

“I’m s-so sorry this happened to you, doll.” His voice cracking. “This shouldn’t have happened to you.” He says with tears rolling down his cheeks.

Bucky sniffles and let out a shaky breath. He thought hooking up with girls who aren’t you would push his feelings away about you, but it didn’t work. You’re on his mind 24/7.

“I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but umm…” Bucky paused for a few seconds. “I just want to tell you that I’m in love with you. I thought that seeing girls who aren’t you would push the feelings I have for you away. You’re always on my mind. You’re the one that I want.” He confesses. “If you don’t feel the same way as me, I totally understand.” He says.

He waited a moment, hoping you would wake up after he said that, but you didn’t. Bucky sighed and laid his head on the bed.

“What you said was really sweet.” Natasha says, breaking the silence.

Bucky lifted his head to see Natasha in the doorway. Wanda was standing next to her. They walked in the room and stood next on the opposite side of the bed.

“Thanks, but I doubt that she feels the same way about me.” He says.

“She’ll get through this, Bucky.” Wanda says.

“I hope so.” He says, looking at you.

Something came to Bucky’s mind. He remembered you told him you like red roses. Maybe that’ll help you change your mind about him if you feel differently towards him.

“Can you two do something for me?” Bucky asks, looking at them.

“Of course. Anything.” Natasha says.

“I want to get her roses, but I don’t want to leave her. Can you two get them for me? She likes the red ones.” He says, giving them some money.

“That’s so sweet of you. Of course we’ll do that for you.” Wanda says, taking the money from him.

After they left, Bucky looked at you with sadness in his eyes. He lifted one of his hands and moved your hair from your face, admiring your beautiful features. He gently caressed your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your skin. Bucky couldn’t stop his eyes from tearing up. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He wanted nothing more than for you to wake you up.

“Don’t leave me. Please wake up, doll.” Bucky says, letting his tears free fall.

Bucky laid his head against the bed. You could hear his voice. You also felt his hand holding yours. Your eyes fluttered open, squinting them to adjust to the light. It took you a moment to gather your surroundings. You looked to your right to see Bucky sitting next to the bed.

“B-Bucky?” You say weakly.

Bucky’s head shot up when he heard your voice. A smile grew on his face. Relief washed over him, knowing that you’re alive.

“Oh thank god!” Bucky says, hugging you tightly.

You whimpered in pain when his arm accidentally bumped your wound.

“Shit, sorry.” He apologizes, letting go of you.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, wondering why your left side is in pain. You lifted your shirt just enough to see bandages on your left side.

“Wh-What happened and where am I?” You asked, looking at him.

“Steve said you were attacked from behind. You’re in the med bay in the Avengers Compound.” Bucky explains.

“Did you find me?” You asked.

“No. Steve found you.” You could hear the sadness in Bucky’s voice. “What’s the last thing you remember?” He asks.

“Uhh…” That’s when it came to you. “You and the girl you brought home last night were- umm enjoying yourselves…” You tried not to sound awkward. “And I didn’t want to hear it so I went on a walk and someone grabbed me from behind. I’m assuming that’s how I got this.” You explained, lifting your shirt to show him the bandages.

Bucky felt even more guilty. He felt like this is his fault. A couple tears rolled down his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, doll.” Bucky apologizes. “I should’ve been there for you.” He says.

You lifted your hand weakly and caressed his cheek, your thumb rubbing across his stubble.

“This isn’t your fault, Bucky.” You say softly.

You looked in his teary blue eyes. Bucky leaned in, kissing you passionately. Steve, Natasha, and Wanda walked in at the same time you two were kissing. Bucky slowly pulled away from you, glancing over to the doorway to see the three of them standing there.

“You have company, doll.” Bucky says.

You looked at the door, smiling when you seen Steve, Natasha, and Wanda. Wanda had a vase of red roses in her hands.

“Bucky told me and Nat to get these for you.” Wanda says, placing the roses on the table next to the bed.

“We’ll leave you two alone. We’re happy that you’re awake.” Natasha says, walking out of the room with Wanda following her.

“Steve…” You stopped him in his tracks. “Thank you for saving me.” You say.

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I’m just glad I found you and got you help.” Steve says with a smile before leaving the room.

You turned your head to admired the roses for a moment before turning to face Bucky.

“I don’t know if you heard what I said earlier or not, but I mean every word. If you don’t feel the same way about me, I completely understand. We can go back to being neighbors and-” You silenced Bucky with a kiss.

“I’ve been in love with you since the day I moved in next door to you.” You confessed.

Bucky smiles widely and kissed you sweetly and passionately.

“When you’re fully recovered, do you want to go on a date with me?” Bucky asks.

“I’d love that.” You say in almost a whisper.

You scooted over in the bed, whimpering in pain when you moved the wrong way.

“Doll, what are you doing?” Bucky asks.

“Lay down next to me.” You say, patting the bed next to you.

Bucky happily laid down next to you, wrapped his arms around you protectively and being careful not to touch your wound.

“You’re staying with me till you’re fully recovered and then I’m going to help you move your stuff to my apartment.” Bucky says.

“We’re not even dating yet and you want me to move in with you.” You say, looking up at him.

“You’re my girl now and that means I want you to live with me.” He says.

You smiled and kissed his stubbly cheek. You laid your head on his chest, slowly falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. Bucky kissed the top of your head, smiling to himself when the two of you finally got each other to yourselves.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[nadvs]

can i request for the swte universe in their college days, reader seems like a perfectionist to me so what if she failed on an exam or she didn't get there in time and she failed her class and she got really upset, feeling terrible about herself, very disappointed and rafe tries to uplift her mood, trying to get her out of her dorm room?🤍🤍🤍

omg yessss i always love your prompts 🥹

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she had a bad feeling about the midterm. sometimes she could tell when she was being too hard on herself, when she was catastrophizing, but she knew she wasn’t exaggerating when she told rafe that her mind went blank during the test and that she’s sure she failed.

now, as she sits in her dorm checking her grade on her laptop the night after, she gets the confirmation.

she texts her boyfriend, just like she did when they were best friends and told each other everything. i was right.

her phone starts buzzing with a phone call.

“you okay?” he says when she picks up. he remembers that her grade was supposed to be posted tonight.

“no,” she says with a defeated laugh.

rafe is with the guys, watching a game at the house. he stands up off the couch, holding his phone to his ear. one of his housemates points to the screen, eyebrow raised, clearly confused why rafe would leave when there’s a minute left in an intense game.

but he ignores him, rounding the corner to pace into the hallway. he leans back against a wall, arm crossed over his chest.

“how bad is it?” he asks.

“so bad that i’m working on an email to my prof to ask if i can retake it or do anything for extra credit,” she says. “i didn’t even pass.”

he can hear the panic in her voice. rafe chews on his thumbnail as he stares down at the floor.

“it’s not over,” he says. he realizes he sounds just like he does when he’s trying to motivate his teammates between periods during a rough game. he rethinks his approach. this isn’t a game. this is his girl. and she’s freaked out about her future.

“baby, it happens,” he says. “everyone fails at some point.”

“this is so bad,” she mumbles. “i’m so stupid.”

he grimaces. they’re basically the same person. he knows how much pressure she puts on herself. sometimes, he’s almost certain that she thinks she has to be perfect to be worth something, just like he does.

“where are you?” he asks.

“home.” her inhale is shaky. “i shouldn’t have stayed up late studying so much. i thought it’d be better to learn what i could, but running on barely any sleep must’ve messed me up.”

“send the email,” he says. “and be ready in half an hour, okay?”

she’s quiet for a moment.

“why?”

“because i know you’re gonna sit in your room all night, beating yourself up, thinking about what you should’ve done and there’s no point to any of it,” he says. “just be ready, alright?”

moments like these, she’s glad her boyfriend is so bossy and decisive. her head is such a mess right now, somehow feeling both chaotic and blank at the same time.

rafe texts when he arrives. when she settles in his passenger seat, he can see that she’s been crying. he shuts off his music and gently pulls her in, his palm at the back of her neck, so that she’ll nuzzle into his chest.

it’s his go-to move when she’s upset. it always works. after crying against him for a moment, her breaths start to even out.

he kisses her forehead, his hand running up and down her back. he hates this feeling, when she’s so stressed out and he’s utterly powerless.

“you’re not stupid,” he mumbles against her hair.

“i am. i’m so disappointed in myself,” she says, her voice brittle. “how could i fuck up this bad?”

he frowns. he knows her well enough by now. sometimes she needs tough love. sometimes it’s the only thing that’ll pull her out of her haze.

“it happened,” he says. he pulls back just enough so she can look up at him. “can you change that it happened?”

“no.”

“is calling yourself stupid going to fix it?”

“no.”

“that’s my girl you’re talking to,” he says, his blue eyes sweeping over her face in worry. “my girl isn’t stupid.”

her lips twist in sorrow, but she nods, eyelids fluttering. she spirals sometimes. she can tell she’s doing it right now.

rafe’s hand rests on her damp cheek, rubbing his thumb over her skin.

“you anxious?” he asks.

“very,” she replies.

so, he decides to see if his most effective way of cooling down when he’s wired will help her.

he pulls into a lot by an outdoor court he always sees on his drive to her campus and takes the basketball out of his trunk when he parks.

“this is kind of unfair,” she says lightheartedly when she gets out of his car into the cool night air. “no chance i’m winning a one-on-one against you.”

“we’re just shooting hoops,” he says, putting an arm around her as he holds the ball to his chest.

the court is empty and quiet and dimly lit. they stand below one of the nets, bouncing the ball back and forth between each other.

“what if i fail the course?” she says.

“you won’t.”

“but if i do?”

“if you do, you’ll survive,” rafe replies. “you think some class can take you down?”

she breathes a chuckle. when she gets the ball back, she holds it, standing across from him, staring. all they ever are with each other is honest. it’s how it’s always been.

“i’m scared,” she admits. “i’m scared this will throw off my timing and i won’t graduate when i want to.”

“baby, there’s no way that’s happening,” he says confidently. “one bad grade won’t do that.”

“you seem so sure,” she states. she bounces the ball back to him.

“here. if i make this, it means you’ll fail the course.”

he takes the ball in both hands, holds it over his head, and throws it so it hits the rim hard, making the whole backboard shake as the ball goes flying down the court.

“i think that was rigged,” she says, the ache in her chest loosening as she laughs.

“we’ll never know,” rafe half-shouts as he runs to pick up the ball. he bounces it back to her.

she dribbles it a few times, squaring up with the net, and launches the ball in the air. it falls in the net.

“nice,” he breathes. “don’t let my coach see you. he’ll replace me.”

she turns to look at him, mirroring his smile.

“you’re laying it on a little thick, cameron,” she teases. she’s touched that he’s being so sweet just to cheer her up.

“just telling it like it is,” he says. he passes the ball to her again. “let’s see how you do with some defense.”

he steps between her and the net, a hard wall against her. his hands find her hips as she tries to line up with the net, his big frame moving with her.

“i’m pretty sure that’s a technical foul,” she says. “you can’t touch me like that.”

“nah, that’s not a rule.”

“you can’t just decide that,” she laughs.

“such a tight-ass,” he scoffs with a smirk, taking his hands off her hips and cradling her face. “how about this? this allowed?”

she giggles, holding the ball in one hand and hooking the other around his neck to pull him closer. their lips touch tenderly, both of them expelling a quiet sigh of contentment under the kiss.

she pulls back. he’s too busy staring at her in awe to block her from making another shot.

“your defense sucks,” she teases. rafe puts his hand to his chest in mock outrage.

“now you’re trash-talking?” he says. she watches him pick up the ball. he makes it look so effortless, the net swishing as the ball whizzes through it.

she’s seen him on the court so many times before, but she never tires of the sight, always so struck by how skilled he is.

they play for another twenty minutes, talking and taking turns shooting hoops, until she finally feels too tired to keep going. and she realizes she hasn’t thought about her failed midterm the entire time.

“thank you,” she says as they settle in his car. “i feel better. sweaty, but better.”

“it always works. just gotta burn your energy on something else so you can’t use it stressing out.”

“smart,” she says. “i’ll keep that in mind when i take your spot on the team.”

“i’m not so sure about that anymore,” he says. “you take fucking forever to throw. you’d run out the shot clock every time.”

she laughs, thinking about how many times in the last twenty minutes she kept the ball in her hands while she got lost in conversation with him.

she playfully shoves him, but he takes her hand and pulls her in, meeting her in a slow kiss.

“listen, i don’t want to hear the word stupid come out of your mouth again,” he mumbles. “not when you’re talking about yourself. i’m serious.”

she looks down at her lap, exhaling slowly. she knows he’s right. there’s no reason for her to bully herself so mercilessly.

“okay.”

“and please, baby,” he says solemnly, his tone deep as if he’s about to say something serious, “throw the ball faster next time.”

“i hate you,” she laughs, shoving him again. he smirks at her, putting the car in drive.

rafe has felt proud of himself a few times in his life, mostly with his athletic achievements, but he thinks that hearing her laugh, knowing he’s the one who made her feel better, is the proudest he’s ever felt.

[feroshgirlsims]

Chapter 17.1 - Dating for Weirdos, Take #2

"I wasn't trying to lead you on!" Alice yelps, her hands held in front of her like she's warding off an attack.

"Of course not," Vlad laughs. "Akira may have an ego the size of Tartosa and a terrible disposition, but he's incredibly attractive. That's why we've been spending time together."

“You’re dating each other?”

“No. We’re in a relationship, assuming you say ‘yes.’ But he will take us on dates as a part of the agreement.”

“The agreement?” Alice makes a choking sound, her head flinching back slightly. “You guys already have an agreement as in, he’s your boyfriend?”

"And your boyfriend."

“Okay, stop!” Akira holds up a hand and shoots Vlad a death glare. “You are terrible at this and not helping. And you,” he looks at Alice, softening as he reaches for her hand. “Breathe. Alright?”

“Yeah...” She blows out a breath. “I’m just confused. You guys aren’t here because you think I’m two-timing you?”

“No,” Akira takes her hand. “And here's why: I am fae. Actually an elf, hence the pointed ears. I’m also into you. And I’m into Vlad. And if you are open to it, I want to be with you both. But this is not an open relationship, yeah? We three would be with each other.”

“T-To see if we like each other?”

"No," he replies, pressing a quick kiss to her hand. "I mean, you can tell yourself what you want to make it less weird. But you two are the fate I chose, so I’m not unsure about it."

"The fate you—"

"Fae are like werewolves in that we believe in Fate, but unlike those fuckers, we choose the love we go after and then Fate sets us on the path we're devoted to."

Her mouth drops open. "I...I think I need to sit down."

Dazed, Alice walks over to the bench and plops down. Vlad kneels in front of her. "I don't know what any of this means."

Akira takes the spot next to her. "It means Fate will weave the threads of space and time to shift our destinies. You are my threads and I am yours, metaphorically speaking. It's hard to know if there's any actual sewing going on."

"Uh...okay." Alice furrows her brow. "But I also don’t think that's how anyone normally gets into a relationship. They don't say things like fate and devotion and...sewing."

“Alright, what words do they use?”

“It's more like, ‘Hey, you seem cool. Do you want to hang out casually and see where this goes?’”

Hang out casually?

See where this goes?

Mortals were so fucking basic. 

“Yeah, no,” Akira snorts. “I am not a casual dude. I don’t say casual things. If I feel casual about something, what the fuck am I making an effort for?”

“It’s not about effort,” Alice argues as she staggers out of her seat. “What if you get to know me and you don’t like me, but you’ve already made this commitment?”

Vladislaus (gods help if that man ever did a thing Akira said) interrupts. “I tried that argument. Akira either loves something or feels nothing at all. Sort of like how I love you because I don’t hate you.”

"Excuse me?" Alice blinks, dumbfounded.

"That's not the only reason, obviously. I think you're beautiful and I like the way your mind works. You frequently plan date activities that make me feel like I'm in some sort of hostage situation. And I'm afraid to displease you. It's exquisite."

Akira turns to Vlad and gives him a withering look. “Were you not here five fucking minutes ago when I said ‘shut up, you are not helping’?”

“I was here five minutes ago when you were floundering trying to pitch Alice on your potential.” He picks a piece of invisible lint off his shirt. “Also, you didn’t say ‘shut up,’”

“And you didn’t worry about me not liking you. You had a full-scale hissy fit because I wouldn’t take an arrow to the back.”

“Watcher forbid I ask for a sign of devotion,” he growls. “I offered to kill a dragon for you.”

“Do not change the subject,” Akira snaps. Just thinking about Vlad fighting a dragon made him antsy. “On what planet am I sending the man I want to date to fight a creature that just kicked my ass?”

“On a planet where you want actual vengeance instead of cowering under the shadow of darkness like a wounded animal. Tell me, Akira, are you refusing to heal those bruises to irritate me or to make a point?”

Fuckin’ Vladislaus would notice. “Oh, so what? I’m not so pretty to look at? You don’t like bruises, now? Scars are overrated?”

“Have I wounded your vanity too?” Vlad mocks. “Why, Akira Kibo, I am shocked that—”

“HEY!" Alice yells, "Maybe you two can take a break from your marital spat to answer my questions because everything you are saying sounds crazy and I am starting to freak out!”

Their attention snaps to Alice. Breathing heavily, she clenches her fists and Akira watches, with some trepidation, as she swallows down the rest of her outburst. “Please don’t…I…I didn’t mean to yell, I just…” she gestures limply at both of them. 

Akira opens his mouth and then closes it again, the blood pounding in his ears as he realizes the problem.

Alice is afraid to get angry.

Akira stands there, frozen in shock, but thankfully Vlad slinks over, curving himself around Alice until her shaking stops.

“Do you want a snack? You seem off-kilter.”

“A snack?” she repeats, sounding bewildered.

“Yes.” He rests his forehead on hers, tone turning conspiratorial. “And then we can give Akira a hard time and you can see how it feels to have two boyfriends who are also boyfriends and whether you find it beneficial.”

“Like a test?” her gaze shifts to Akira as if asking him to confirm. 

The actual answer is hell no, but he can’t tell her that. “If you don’t enjoy being with us at the end of this date, then we’ll figure something else out,” he promises, as he strolls over to them.

"See?" Vlad says, kissing her cheek. “Now, what kind of snack do you want?”

“Pancakes from Annie Jo’s, but the ones with buttermilk syrup, not chocolate chips and definitely not the short stack, because the pancake to syrup ratio is always too low.” 

The specificity of her demands makes Akira chuckle. “Alright, you got it.”

They walk down the block to the diner. Alice immediately moves to peer in the windows, looking for any sign that the place will open early and checking her phone.

Vlad brushes his hand against Akira’s. “I know you don’t think so, but this went well. If we went slower or opted for someplace less public, her spiral would have been worse.”

“So, this was all your plan? You picking fights for fun?”

“Is that what concerns you?”

“No,” Akira grunts. He expected nothing less from a creature who grew more fae-like by the minute. “Who scared her?”

“A future ghost.”

Akira swivels around to stare at him. Gone is the lazy, playful, bratty Vladislaus and in its place is something vicious and sharp-eyed. He lifts a shoulder, and in an instant, playful Vlad is back again. “I haven’t discovered who yet. I only know what will happen to them once I find them. Do you like pancakes?”

A parry and a feint. Akira narrows his eyes. “Curious about my eating habits?”

“Yes.” Cocking a brow, Vlad steps closer. “Extremely. What do you eat, Akira? And if I’m very good, can I watch?” 

Gods, this man would be the death of him. Whatever Vlad was doing was almost certainly a trick, but fuck if Akira’s dick cares that he’s being hustled. “I have a hard time picturing you behaving.”

Vlad’s answering grin is downright wicked. He runs his thumb along Akira’s jaw. “I read somewhere that elves were incredibly vain creatures. I don’t like these bruises because they aren’t mine. But rest assured, Akira Kibo, you are still very pretty. Your ears especially.”

All of a sudden, Alice whips around. “Wait, ears? You have pointy ears. YOU’RE AN ELF? ELVES ARE REAL?!?!?!?!”

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(Part 2 of 4)

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hi,

Can I request a Mean Girls (2024) Janis and Fem-Reader. Who are in an established relationship but they go to different schools so nobody at North Shore knows about Reader. Then Reader transferrs after being bullied at her old school and Janis shows her around and everyone is confused why Janis is acting so different with the new girl. Please make it kinda fluffy, and maybe some mild smut (if it's plot relevant).

Thanks

Pretty Little Secret

|| Janis Imi'ike x fem!reader

|| Warnings: mentions of bullying, but nothing else. just Janis being soft for reader

|| Summary: Reader calls Janis in tears as she talks about her experiences at her school. Janis suggests she switches to NorthShore. The following Monday, Reader starts at NotthShore and things go from there.

Requests open!

Go read part 2!

~~~

You were Janis' pretty little secret. Which was just how she liked it. The only one that knew about you was Damien, obviously. Him and Janis talk about everything and you were bound to come up in conversation at some point. Damien was supportive and wanted to know all the details. No gossip left untouched.

So Janis told him all about you. How you went to do different schools, how the two of you met (pride parade), what your first date was like, etc. She rambled so much that Damien even knows the best ways to comfort you now because Janis told him. Seriously, no gossip was left untouched.

One night, Damien was hanging out over at Janis' when Janis suddenly got a call from you. Her phone lit up with your contact name and she looked at Damien before answering.

"Hey, Y/N/N." She said with a smile on her lips, though it quickly disappeared when she heard you muffled sobs. She sat up, putting a hand on Damien's knee to get his attention. He sat up as well and leaned in closer to hear the conversation.

"Girl, put it on speaker." He whispered, Janis gave his knee a light slap to tell him to shut up.

"Babe, what's wrong?" She asks you, her tone soft. Something that threw off Damien.

"Everything! I hate everyone! Not you, you're perfect. But everyone else- UGH!" You couldn't help but scream and flop back on your bed, tears streaming down your cheeks as you held your phone to your ear.

Janis moved the phone away from her ear and grimaced at your scream, her expression becoming filled with more concern." I'm going to need some more context, Y/N/N."

Damien folds his arms as he looks at Janis with a raised eyebrow, waiting (not so patiently) for the phone to be put on speaker. Janis sighed deeply as she looked at him.

"I'm putting you on speaker, Damien's here." Janis tells you, you don't really mind. You haven't met Damien yet but from what you've heard he seems like a great, funny guy. You were glad Janis had a friend like that.

Janis takes the phone from her ear and puts it on speaker, holding it out in front of her.

"Hey, girl." Damien spoke up.

"Hey." You say quickly to him before moving on to your previous topic with Janis," the bullying's been getting bad. Like really bad. Ugh and the straight girls keep flirting with me to fuck with me. And the locker room is just absolute hell. One girl shoved me out and told me to go change with the boys since I was basically a 'boy wannabe'. I've never heard someone say that to describe a lesbian." You rambled on, explaining everything to them about what's been going on. Your school may not have had a Regina George, but you definitely had people who acted similar to her. The top girl at your school was Ravyn Jenning. She hated you as much as you hated her. You could say you had 99 problems and all of them were Ravyn Jenning. Janis, of course, knew all about her from your previous stories. Which meant Damien knew about her too.

"Was this girl 'Crow Hoe'?" Damien asked, sharing a look with Janis. They've been calling Ravyn 'Crow Hoe'.

"Crow Hoe?" You stopped your rambling, confused by the name as your eyes narrowed at your phone.

"Ravyn. That's what we've been calling her." Janis explains, you crack a smile and laugh at that. It was clever.

"That's a good one. But no, it was one of her 'followers'." You rolled your eyes.

Janis thinks for a moment before she speaks.

"What if you changed schools? Came to NorthShore?"

You paused, but smiled at the thought. Going to NorthShore would mean you're closer to Janis. You could spend way more time together than you already do. It would be perfect. But then there's Regina George. Who, arguably, was worse than Ravyn Jenning.

"What about Regina?" You asked.

"Damien and I will make sure she doesn't bother you, besides we have someone on the inside." Janis shrugged. Someone being Cady, who you've heard about from Janis.

"Yeah, girl. We got you." Damien added.

You thought about it some more. Making a mental note to talk about it with your parents later.

You stayed on call with Janis and Damien, the rest of the call being more lighthearted. Lots of laughs from Damien's jokes as you guys talked about anything and everything. They had given you the rundown of what NorthShore was like, the various cliques and everything in case you do go there. Honestly it didn't sound that different from your own school.

~~~

Monday morning rolled around and you started you first day at NorthShore High. Having gotten your parents to agree to send you here, knowing that Janis would have your back. Your parents loved her.

Stepping out of your mom's car, she waved you goodbye and you ran up to Janis and Damien who were waiting for you at the walkway leading into the school. You ran into Janis' arms and hugged her tight, she hugged you back just as tight. Even picking you up off the ground a bit before setting you back down. She smiles warmly at you.

"This is gonna be so tits! I can't believe you're here!" Janis said, wrapping her arms around yours as the three of you started walking into the school.

"I know! I just wish it was under better circumstances." You respond, hinting towards the bullying from your previous school.

As the three of you walk into the school, you feel like everyone's eyes were on you. Whispers floated around. People wondered who you were. Why you were attached to Janis. Was Janis smiling? Maybe it was a trick of the light.

You go to the office and get a locker number, Janis leads you to it with Damien following behind. She glances at your number with a slight frown as she recognizes it.

"Fair warning, your locker is right next to Gretchen Wieners." She tells you. You tense and give her a horrified look.

"What?! Say sike right now. Janis, I swear to God." You reply, it was just your luck to be next to a plastic. Obviously you knew who she was. Janis told you all about Regina, Gretchen, and Karen.

Janis gives you a sympathetic look and pats your shoulder," I wish you good luck, soldier."

You roll your eyes and sigh deeply.

"Gee, thanks." You grumble.

Now at your locker, you put your stuff in and Janis seemed to be forming an idea as she watches you. You knew what all her looks meant. Especially that smirk. She was up to something.

"Hey, Y/N." She gets your attention, you look at her with a raised eyebrow. This could go anywhere," If you're ever here the same time Gretchen is opening her locker, see if you can get her lock combination."

"Why?" You could figure why. Janis was formulating something. Damien stifles a laugh, seeming to pick up exactly the same vibe you were.

"Oh, you know. Just harmless prank stuff. Please?" She gives you a certain look that you just can't say no to.

"Fine... but you'll owe me."

"You're the best!" Janis wraps her arms around you, pulling you in a tight hug. You blush and hug her back, arms draped around her waist as you bring her in close. The two of you made eye contact for a moment before she gave your lips a quick kiss, the action made you blush a little deeper. PDA wasn't exactly your style, but you didn't mind as much with Janis.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." You tease and Damien makes an 'aww' sound. Taking a pic of the two of you. You roll your eyes," Really?"

"What? You guys are cute." He replies.

A girl walks over to the three of you, a girl you assume to be Cady from the images Janis has shown you.

"Hey, girl!" Damien waves, Cady waves back and smiles though the smile fades slightly when she sees you and Janis. The way your arms draped around Janis' sides, how she was looking at you with such a soft gaze Cady had never seen on the girl before. It definitely confused her. Sure Janis could be nice, but soft and gentle was never really her style. From what Cady had gathered about her. This was almost like a totally different person she was seeing. She blinked. Trying to make sure she was seeing this right.

"Um, hi! Who're you?" Cady asks, looking from Janis to you. Janis looks back at Cady, pulling you closer and resting her hand on your chest.

"Cady! You've heard me talk about Y/N, right?" She asks, Cady nods. Then it clicks.

So you were Y/N. Janis' girlfriend. Now it made sense.

Cady smiles at you and offers out her hand," nice to finally meet you!"

"Yeah, you too, um... Cady?" You say, shaking the girl's hand and feeling a little awkward. Meeting new people was always awkward for you. The way you pronounced her name was how you heard Janis say it.

"Uh, it's Katie." The girl corrects you, making your cheeks turn a little red from embarrassment and you glance at Janis for an explanation. Who shrugs.

"I like Cady better." Janis says simply. You weren't surprised, this was definitely something she would do.

"So are you transferring to NorthShore?" Cady asked, you guessed it was her attempt at small talk. Which you were thankful for because it gave you a moment to get over that awkward first interaction.

"Yeah, I am. Just started today." You say with a smile.

"What's your schedule look like?" Cady asked, curious if the two of you had any classes together.

"Well, I have Ms Norbury for a homeroom." You explain. She smiles.

"Us too!" Cady says as the bell rings.

Janis keeps her arm wrapped around you and leads you to homeroom, most of your classes were the same as Janis so she made sure she'd show you around to each one. Even if it was a class the two of you didn't share together she would walk you to yours before going to her own. She didn't want you getting lost.

The day went pretty smoothly. Much better than your previous school. You and Cady became friends quickly, which Janis was amused about. She was honestly worried that you would have a hard time making friends outside of her and Damien, so she was glad to see that wasn't the case.

Yeah, you'd do fine here.

[cofay]

★ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁.ᐟ➤ sleepy!!

Part2!!!!( Previously)

Itching to see Bakugou again wasn’t really how you were intending for your day to go. The classes you had together you snuck glances at him and could feel your face get hot like by just staring at the guy?! What’s going on? Do you like him? But it can’t be you guys basically just met and he doesn’t even spend enough time with you at school alone so how could you like him? There’s just no way.

As all these thoughts roamed your head you failed to notice the blond boy that was walking up to you as you were walking to the lunch line.

“Y/n.” He says grabbing your arm

“What- whoa what’s going on?”

“Come sit with me during lunch I have enough for the both of us.”

“Why?” At this point you would think that if someone likes you or wants to get to know you better they surely wouldn’t be dragging you to their lunch table by force and giving you no say!?

“Cuz’ I can tell nobody packs you your own lunch..always eating school food n shit’ “ the last part was said under his breath of course he wouldn’t want to offend you but damn he hated how nobody is treating you how he would nobody patches you up after you get hurt on the field, nobody packs you good fucking lunch as he puts it.

Nobody cares for you like he would, oh If he just had you already he would smother you, give you the whole world if you asked just to prove himself to you.If he had the guts to. So instead he just do the things he wishes others do for you like now. He wishes others cook for you or well he wishes he could cook for you.

Bakugou just wishes the thoughts in his mind would shut the fuck up he may seem like he doesn’t care on the outside but damnit he’s shaking like a fuckin’ new born cattle he was nervous!? this is fuckin new.he hopes he didn’t make you mad or better yet he just hopes he didn’t ruin his chances to be with you.

You sit down at the table awkwardly and then he pulls out two lunch boxes one for you and one for him. You take it slowly.

“What did you make?”

“Some sushi rolls and ramen”

“Sounds good, thanks…Bakugou”

“Katsuki.”

“What?”

“Call me Katsuki you don’t have to be formal” he grunts out before he starts OBLITERATING his food. You do not exactly the same first you taste the sushi rolls gosh this guy can cook…then you went to taste the ramen as the noodles hit your tongue you almost broke you neck leaning it back just because of the FUCKING TASTE god you loved this cooking.

It was wayy better than what you’ve been eating this whole year swallowing whatever you had in your mouth you quickly turned to face him.

“Katsuki.”

“What?” He turns to face you confused but not angry or annoyed

“Can I do something?”

“Um do what—“ without a words you raised your hands and cupped his face… “The hell are you doing?—“ he grunts.

“Showing my appreciation,your food was just soooooo goood!” You start to pinch his cheeks and squeezing them which of course makes him blush what the hell?! Is this what you do to all your friends?…not that he’ll complain your hands were soft and warm and then your pretty smile..it just made his heart beat so fucking fast.

“S-stop it-“

“But your cheeks are so soft aww look at you!”

This made his face even redder were you calling him cute?? You’re just smothering him with attention. He grabs your wrist not hard but mildly to get you to stop and you do. Well now isn’t this awkward you’re just staring at him with your pretty eyes…wait what?

“Hey guys” A pink haired girl walks up to the table and as her gaze looks around the table it drops on the blond and you. “What’s going on here? You guys dating?” She teases pointing her finger

“Nothing we’re not dating.” Bakugou moves himself to face his lunch again you do the same but since you want to be an asshole now you scoot closer to him.

“Who is she?” You ask looking at Bakugou

“Raccoon eyes introduce yourself.”

“Pft still rude as ever..anyways I’m Mina! Mina Ashido” she says with a bright smile it’s very contagious you start to smile too

“I’m Y/n, L/n Y/n”

“Nice to meet you anwaysss..are you Bakugou plus one for the karaoke Sunday??”

“Uh-“

“Yes she he” he interrupted

~~~~~

As Sunday inches closer you scramble through your closet looking for the perfect outfit to save for Sunday as your elbow deep into your bin of clothes you hear a knock at your door you turn your music off.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me princess.”

“Come in the doors unlocked”

As Bakugou walks in he stares at you then he starts looking around your room and how it was decorated with pictures of you and your friends, family too some pets then posters of shows and musicians all dressed under fairy lights and his gaze lingers over to your desk organized and decorated also with small figures and one hello kitty mirror

“Don’t tell me you’re a neat freak?”

“M’ not.” You grumble

“What are you doing”

“Looking for an outfit for Sunday”

“What do you plan on wearing?”

“Why would I be elbow deep in my basket if I didn’t planned to wear something? Clearly I didn’t plan” you say a little bit aggressively

“Damn chill” he goes to sit on your bed.

“Do you need anything?”

“No”

“So why are you here”

“Just to see you”

“Forr?…” you drag your sentence on wanting to really know why he was here because it really can’t be one reason right?

“For nothing just to see you.” He grunts

You get up putting your basket back in your closet and you walk up to the bed.

“Do you like me?”

Hell no. Did you already know about his crush or something why are you asking this question now?

He snaps his gaze back to you a blush forming slowly on his cheeks

“What are you talking about dumbass?”

“I mean you said you were here to see me for no reason so you must like me” you say pointing towards yourself smirking

“I didn’t know you were so full of shit” he says his blush turning a deeper shade of red

“Relax I’m kidding…” you say sitting down next to him “unless…” you turn to face him slowly

“Shut it.” He shoves his hand in your face, you start to giggle and peel his hand away from your face.

“Look you mess up my hair!”

“Fine I’ll fix it”

He leans in fixing the front of you hair. You took this as a chance to actually examine his face you look from his furrowed eyebrows to his bright red irises then to his flushed cheeks and lastly to his plump soft…pinkish lips…you kinda wish you could kiss him

Wait what are you thinking you’re just friends with him..you pull his hands away from your hair saying it’s fine and getting up to fix it yourself. What you didn’t notice is how Bakugou saw the way you looked at his lips it opened up something inside of him..

“So do you want me to pick you up and drop you off for Sunday?” He says looking at you through the mirror

“Um..sure I wouldn’t mind”

“Okay. What’s your number so I can text you?”

“Here,” you hand him your phone exchanging numbers with him. “Wait can I take a picture to use for your contact?”

“What why-“

“Don’t answer that say cheese” you lift your phone up holding it to face him and snap a picture. Once you look at it you frown. “Why’d you flip me off Katsukii?” You whine

“Shut up.”

༝༚༝༚

 later that night you can’t deny it you were staring at his picture all night kinda hoping he would text you but it wouldn’t matter in the end because you’re finally going to get to spend even more time with him tomorrow at the Karaoke place, and maybe go to the park after take a stroll…maybe.

IM GONNA BE HONEST LINKS HATE ME PART4

@armeenix

[itaehynz]

three’s a (choi) charm! ˙ ⋆ . ˚ ☆

09. KISS ME PLZ.

warnings: profanity, a little surprise, written, angst ☹️ (i’m sorry beomgyu i will always love you)

11:57 A.M.

you abruptly wake from your sleep at the sound of commotion being made in your room. well, you thought it was coming from your room. you look down at your phone, seeing a familiar face present on your screen, talking to someone.

yeonjun. he stayed on the phone this whole time? your heart flutters at the thought. he’s obviously talking to his roommate, about whatever because he’s gone on mute after seeing you shuffle in your sleep. he soon pays his attention back to his phone and checks if you’re awake.

“y/n?” he asks in a hushed voice, hoping to not wake you up if you aren’t already. you smile at his voice, shuffling around once again and setting your phone up on a pillow, in front of your face.

you wave lazily as you begin to rub the tiredness from your eyes. he smiles at you, tilting his head in awe. “you look silly,” he says with a small giggle. you groan in half hearted annoyance yet also tiredness, “ugh, shut up i’m still tired.” he laughs softly at your response, clicking his tongue in the process.

“did you schedule the lesson already?” you ask, stretching out your arms to make your body work properly. he smiles at the fact that you remembered and nods his head proudly.

“i scheduled the one for 2:30, we’ll have time to get ready,” he says as he shoves a fork in his mouth. “what’re you eating?” you ask, he smacks his lips and swallows quickly before answering.

“some yogurt bowl, my roommate made it.” you nod and tell him that you’re gonna go eat as well and then hop in the shower. he says okay and bids you a farewell before you leave your phone to charge and go look for something to eat.

you look over to yunjin’s side of the room and see that she’s not even there. shrugging your shoulders, you walk up to your room door and open it. as you open it, you open it to all 4 of your roommates standing in front of it.

all of your eyes widen in shock, being completely caught off guard by the sudden abruption. taehyun is the first to speak up per usual, “sooo, you’re going on a date with yeonjun and you decided not to tell us?”

you sigh, staring at yunjin in defeat. “what??? i couldn’t keep this to myself for the life of me.” you softly chuckle at her response and nod your head.

ryujin and huening kai seem to be confused, looking at each other for some sort of clarity. “what happened to beomgyu?” huening asks, voice laced with concern.

“yeonjun convinced me that i should go on a date with him instead, i feel bad but at the end of the day i don’t think beomgyu will care anyway.” ryujin’s brows furrow in shock and huening scoffs.

you’re caught off guard by the two’s sudden reactions, making your mind full with confusion.

“he was able to convince you or did you never care from the jump?” ryujin asks, a small ounce of venom lacing her normally sweet tone. yunjin looks over at her, face now contorted into a mixture of confusion and scared.

“what are you talking about, ryu?” taehyun asks, face representing a whole different level of emotion. ryujin scoffs in response, rubbing her temple with two fingers. “i mean, think about it really, y/n’s usually very hard to persuade, right? so it couldn’t have been easy unless she’s never cared about how he’d feel after finding out, isn’t that right y/n?”

your brows furrow in offense, “why are you assuming i never cared? before all of this i stated that i liked all three of them, which, may i remind you, they have no problem with! so why, all of a sudden, do you care about how they feel? huh?”

huening kai finally steps in, “because we actually care about other people’s feelings? are we in the wrong for that? for caring when you obviously don’t? we just think it’s a real asshole move what you’re doing, y/n,” he says, shrugging his shoulders to basically say that he doesn’t care what you’re explanation for this is.

you look at both of them dumbfounded, at a loss for words. clearly confused on what to say next, the three of you decide to leave it at that. you walk away to the bathroom, shaking your head in disbelief, causing ryujin and kai to scoff in response. as expected, they also walk away to their rooms, wanting their space. leaving taehyun and yunjin alone, trying to comprehend everything that just happened this early in the morning.

“i’m confused,” taehyun says quietly. yunjin looks at him, brows softly turned outward as a show of her concern. “you and i both, you and i both.” she adds before running a quick hand through her hair. “i’ll go talk to y/n and you go talk to them, deal?” she asks holding her hand out, “deal.” taehyun says, shaking her hand before quietly going their separate ways.

you’re in the bathroom doing your hair before you hear a knock on the door. “come in,” you say, irritated. yunjin steps in with a shy smile, clearly trying to keep the tension down. “you okay babe?” she asks, rubbing small circles into your back.

you nod softly, smiling back at her in response. “i don’t even know what the hell that was, in all honesty.” she nods as well, clearly not knowing what it was either. “maybe they��re just not having a good morning, give them some time. taehyun is talking with them right now,” she says, trying her best to keep you level headed.

“okay, i don’t want this to mess up anything.” you say. she sighs, “it won’t babe, how about this,” she pauses, looking around slowly.

“how about, you take a shower and then i’ll make you food, i’ll have your clothes ready and do your makeup for you? how’s that sound?” she says with a warm smile. you smile fondly at her suggestion and sigh, “i’d love that, yunjin.” you say, welcoming her into a warm embrace.

she pulls away with a smile and rubs your face softly before walking out.

with yunjin’s lovely suggestion, you decide to just do your skincare in the shower and deal with any other problems later. you need to get ready.

-

1:52 P.M.

you and yunjin are in your shared room while yunjin is feeding you small, yet filling portions of your food as she touches up your face and hair. “he said he’s on his way,” you say, taking a short deep breath. yunjin pulls back for a second to get a view of how you look. she smiles, before saying she’s done and letting you check yourself in the mirror.

you smile at your reflection, loving how yunjin’s dressed you and made you look. “cute?” “cute.” you both begin laughing, filled with joy. “thank you yunjin, really.” she smiles at you with fondness, hugging you softly. “anything for you babe.”

your phone pings, lighting up with a text message.

yeonjun (tinder boy #3)

you and yunjin both look at your phone, looking back at each other shortly after. “tinder boy number three? really?” she laughs, “i didn’t know what to put it as,” you say, whining slightly. she shakes her head lightly, rubbing your shoulder softly.

you check the message from yeonjun, reading:

i’m outside :)

you smile softly in response, quickly typing back a short message before being on your way. “okay, he’s here,” you say to yunjin who’s laying on her bed, “alright, have fun!” she says before blowing an air kiss to you. you blow one back in response before seeing yourself out.

you walk out of your room into the living room, seeing taehyun sitting alongside ryujin and huening who just look at you as taehyun gives you two thumbs up with a smile. you mirror him and grab your sweater before walking out.

you quickly get to your apartment lobby, walking outside and seeing yeonjun looking down at his phone, leaning against his car.

you smile at his appearance and begin walking towards him. hearing sudden footsteps, he looks up to see who’s coming. he greets you with a big smile, hugging you as you do the same. “you look pretty,” he tells you, causing you to smile widely and say thank you. he nods as he opens the door for you, motioning you inside.

he closes the door behind you once he sees your comfortable and quickly runs around to the other side. he seats himself carefully, running a quick hand through his hair before putting the key into the ignition. “ready?” he asks quickly, fixing his mirrors and putting a hand on the wheel as you nod with a smile.

he smiles back at you, pressing his foot on the gas after he checks his side mirror.

“it’s around a 16 minute drive but, i was thinking we could stop for food if you want?” he suggests, making you smile. you nod softly, watching as he mirrors your expression while still keeping his eyes on the road.

he asks you to type what you want into his gps because he can’t look away. you type in the closest fast food restaurant and make yourself comfortable as he continues driving, you shoot him small glances watching as he drives with one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear stick.

at some point he catches you staring and he smiles widely, “you wanna play music?” he asks. you nod your head yes as he reaches a stop light and picks up his phone while cautiously checking the light and his phone. he hands his phone to you for you to play music and you begin typing away and putting whatever song comes to mind first.

he begins nodding his head to song that you put on and somewhat singing the lyrics, “you know this song?” you ask in surprise. he smiles and nods, “i used to play it everyday when i was a trainee, i even used it for my dance evaluations,” he says with a proud tone. you smile widely in response and nod like a proud parent.

he begins pulling into the fast food drive-thru and asks for your order, which you tell him of course. he orders your food first and then his, asking you to get his wallet from the dashboard. pulling up to the next window, he pays for it with a smile and asks the worker how they’re doing. he makes small conversation with them and ends it off with a kind goodbye and pulls up to the next window and waits patiently.

“the place we’re going to is gonna teach us contemporary dance, is that okay with you?” he mentions quickly, tapping his fingers on the wheel rhythmically. “yeah, i love contemporary, i used to do it when i was little,” you mention as his face lights up at the fact that you’re familiar with the genre. “then we should be good, if we go consistently, they’ll teach us different styles. would you be up for it?” he asks once again, causing you to nod profusely.

he laughs at your response, quickly turning his attention to the worker handing him the food. he says thank you and places the drinks in the cup holders and handing you the bag with food so you can quickly retrieve yours.

he soon begins his drive to the dance studio, not paying attention to his food. out of kindness, you offer to feed him his food as he drives. he smiles at the kind gesture, saying he’s fine with it.

you begin feeding him his food while also taking bites of yours. you alternate between your food and his, and his drink and yours. soon clearing the bag of food, you also reach the dance studio.

he parks the car and takes the garbage, throwing it out once he finds a spot to park. he opens the door for you again, making you smile at the small act of kindness.

he takes you inside, quickly signing your names and walking to the dance room. you both see a bunch of other people who yeonjun seem to be familiar with as he greets them with a smile and a hug.

the lesson is quick to start as the teacher announces that you’ll be starting off pretty intensely with stretches today. she also announces that she notices yeonjun has a partner today as he usually comes by himself. he smiles and welcomes you with his hand holding yours. you smile and greet everyone, happy to see that they’re all very welcoming people and will be happy to help you if there’s anything you need help with.

during the partner stretches, yeonjun tries tickling you and you tickle him back. the air fills with laughter and joy, making you both extremely happy with each other.

the teacher announces that it’s time for the real part which causes you and yeonjun to get serious. there’s a certain part of the dance that requires yeonjun to run his hand down your arm and dip you quickly. the whole class follows and so do you and yeonjun. he runs his arm down your shoulder slowly and dips you from the nape of your neck, once that move is out of the way, he’s supposed to hold you closely to him and look the other way, but he doesn’t.

he holds you close to him and stares deeply into your eyes. you and him are both lost in each other’s eyes as the tension grows thicker, losing track of the dance and not realizing. all the dancers around you ooh and ah at you two’s obvious attraction to each other.

“yeonjun, let’s make sure you and your girlfriend stay on track, ‘kay?” the teacher says, winking at the two of you once she’s gotten your attention. you both pull away from each other, trying to remain focused but you both keep sending glances at each other.

-

7:43 P.M.

the class goes over the dance a few more times before taking a short break and heading right back into it. it’s almost as if every time you both do the dip move, you can’t pull your eyes away from each other. yeonjun’s eyes dart down at your lips and quickly look back up and he spins you around, carrying on with the dance as if he didn’t do so.

feeling the tension, you both say no other words for each other and the dance lesson comes to an end. you and yeonjun both get water and prepare yourselves to leave.

after you get water, you go back to the room to say your goodbyes and hug everybody while thanking them for helping you out today.

you soon reach yeonjun’s car as he opens the door for you and closes it behind you without saying anything. he quickly comes in from the other side, putting the key into the ignition once again. you stare at him quietly, watching his lips open and close with no words coming out. he feels your eyes on him as he looks over at you and makes eye contact.

you both let the flame within you ignite and do what you’ve been trying to hold back from doing. you both reach over the gearstick and let your lips blend with each others.

the kiss isn’t rushed or forced, it feels natural. passionate. yeonjun holds your face in his hands, deepening the kiss and making himself more comfortable. you tangle your hands in his hair and allow him to deepen the kiss. as if to stop you both from doing anything else, your phone buzzes with a notification and scares you both. you pull away from each other, yeonjun being clearly aware of the situation.

you read your phone with wide eyes.

beomgyu (tinder boy #1): are you with yeonjun?

you show your phone to yeonjun and his eyes widen before putting the car in drive and trying his best to get you home quickly.

he tries to get you home quick but also safely, making sure to stop at every red light and not go over the speed limits. the ride home was extremely silent, almost filled with guilt and shame within yourselves.

he reaches your apartment building sooner than usual and bids you a farewell. you wave back at him and take yourself inside your building, filled with guilt.

what did you just do?

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A/N: oh no y/n… what did you do… (ik i’m very late with chapter don’t hate me 💔)

[kabuunderscore]

Had this on my mind whilst I was revisiting the Whole Cake arc and reading up on the wiki on the Charlotte family- (may correct myself the more of it I watch since I'm still only up to the cracker fight right now) Also bit of a TW because I make a few touchy sort of theories, as well as SPOILERS!!!

Since Perospero is the eldest child son, it makes me wonder if he had to sacrifice alot of his childhood taking care of his other siblings? None of the Charlottes grew up with a father figure since Linlin basically dumps each one of her husbands once she gives birth to a new kid, and with the ever growing family there's definitely not much love and personal attention being shared around, so I wouldn't be surprised if Peros felt to take up that role at times?

The thought was born when I read on the wiki how Peros was good with kids, probably comes second nature to him with- once again, being the eldest child.

Right now, Pound is the only confirmed ex-husband of Linlin (I hope we get to meet more in the future, that'd be cool) and those brief interactions between Cracker, Brulee and him keep making me THINK like... It's so sad how much Pound still wants to be part of the family, even to the other children who he's not even related to by blood (adressing Cracker with a cutesy honorific "Cracker-kun", getting excited when at the idea that Linlin may still want something to do with him) Like brother STAYED ON THE ISLAND even after being forbidden from seeing his kids and apparently kept up with the Charlotte family affairs obviously- people don't give the guy the credit he deserves as a dad

Cracker seems to have inherited the whole hatred for father figures/only blood relatives having value mindset from Big Mom, but BRULEE accidentally slips up and calls Pound 'stepdad', which COMPLETELY caught me off gaurd. That read to me like she might have yearned for a father figure of some sort throughout her life? It definitely felt that way.

One thing I found super unnerving was during one of Linlin's hunger pangs in which she kills Moscato in a blind rage, when Jimbe finally calms her down (by the way, whatever happened to the croquembouche the chefs were making at the time as well? I hope it didn't go to waste) When Linlin comes back to herself, Jimbe doesn't attempt to explain what she'd just done- killed her own son.

Her hunger pangs are obviously a reoccuring incident, does nobody tell her about what she'd done when she comes out of it? Is it all swept under the rug each time?? There's obviously a reason why they let her stay unaware- probably to protect her from spiraling?

I'm instantly reminded of when she ate all her friends and mother Caramel at her birthday party. If she were to remember all the things she'd done during a hunger pang, she'd probably shut down or have a breakdown of some kind.

I can't help but feel bad for Linlin sometimes with her almost childish view on alot of things, like her skewed view on what a family should be (which is definitely due to her being basically groomed into becoming a pirate... A dark take but from what I've seen, as well as mother Caramel lowkey trafficking her can you blame me) or how Caesar thinks of her 'dream' as being impossible. She reallly does feel like a confused little girl who wants her mom sometimes.

This is all over the place but I needed to get this off my chest because I've been cooking for DAYS I keep thinking of the funny pirate anime

[umeumeumee]

moonlight on the river

ahsoka tano x fem! reader

The cold midnight breeze blew by you.

Your hair rose with it, eyes shutting to avoid the gust.

having trouble sleeping wasn’t a problem you had. You could always sleep, it was simple.

but lately, since an unfamiliar feeling inside you had arose, you couldn’t seem to be able to join the place of slumber.

a sigh left your throat as the feeling inside you began to show itself again.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in your room?” Ahsoka’s voice rang behind you, earning a huff of air to escape you at being caught.

“aren’t you supposed to be in your room?” you retorted, missing the small grin that made itself present on her lips. She came to sit beside you, her clothes shuffling with her movements.

“why are you out so late?” she asked, you could feel her eyes on you.

you inhaled lightly. You knew you couldn’t tell her the true reason you were breaking the order’s rules by being out so late— but, at the same time, it doesn’t even matter. You’ve broken the main one.

don’t fall in love.

“Mayn snores too loudly.” you replied, earning a chuckle from the Togruta beside you.

“he does. he shakes the building.” you two laughed, the breeze, the swaying of the water against the muddled land was playing in the back, comforting your spacing nerves.

the soft giggles dissipated slowly, ahsoka subconsciously scooting closer to you.

“but… what’s the real reason you’re out here? You’ve.. I don’t know, kinda been off for a few days.” she mumbled, her eyes still focusing on your side.

You fought roughly against the pounding in your chest, the dizziness in your head and the sweat that coats your body. You tried to follow the order’s rules.

You didn’t reply to ahsoka, simply ducking your head into your arms.

it went silent, the air suddenly becoming unbearably tense. Ahsoka swallowed, you could hear it from beside you.

“honestly y/n.. with how you’ve been acting, i’m.. I’m worried about you.” ahsoka confessed, causing you to melt in guild. “You’ve been so distant. I don’t know if i did something to make you upset, or angry and if i did i’m sorry— I’m so sorry but please tell me. I—”

“ahsoka, It’s not you.” you interrupted, finally facing her fully for the first time in a while.

“It’s never been you. I just… kriff, I’m having trouble with something. It’s not you, I’m sorry i’ve been so strange.” you admitted, watching her face twist with concern.

she moved closer, so close you could smell the light scent of Jogan fruit lingering from her form.

“what’s bothering you, then?” she asked, the short distance between you both making your head light.

“Just.. something like an internal debate, really.” you replied, voice just above a whisper, your eyes moving up lock with hers.

the eye contact between you both was so thick you could cut it, eyes searching for answers of unasked questions in each other.

ahsokas eye darted to your lips for less than a second before she shut her eyes and moved her head away, seemingly shoving down a thought she had.

“do… you still like that boy?”

you furrowed your brows, confusion following on your features soon after.

“what boy?”

“I dunno, the one that would visit you in the temple every now and then? his name was ju—ja.. jau— ju—”

“Juaro?”

ahsoka nodded. “yeah.”

you stare at her, her eyes obviously fighting the urge to look at you, but losing the battle when you laugh.

“what’s so funny?” she bites, huffing.

“Juaro is my cousin. not biologically, but we are basically cousins.” you told her, watching as her face shifted.

“but— that’s against the order, to.. have family.” ahsoka said lowly, her voice dropping sadly.

you frown. “I know. but, I’ve known him and his mother for so long. You know ahsoka, you’re the only one who knows about them.”

she quickly looked at you, her lekku moving softly with her rash movements.

“what? i though Obi-wan knew.”

“Nope, only you.”

she seemed to be in deep thought, her cute face scrunching in thought.

“you.. trusted me with that? I could’ve told the council.” Ahsoka said, her eyes flickering to the lake, and to your face that was so close to hers.

“I know. But, i trust you.” you comforted, smiling.

“why?”

“why what? why do i trust you?”

“yes..���

you didn’t reply, knowing that if you did you’d ruin everything. Your friendship, your best friend, your ahsoka— your everything.

yet, at the same time— it was already too late. You were head over heals in love with the togruta, nothing but time could change that and you weren’t sure you were willing to wait that long.

with a heavy heart, you inhaled.

“because i think i’m in love with you.”

silence engulfed the air like a wave swallowing a city, your heart not knowing which way to beat. your mind racing like a racing fathier.

ahsoka hadn’t moved— for all you could see, she wasn’t even breathing.

you began to move, preparing yourself for the loss of your world, and the humiliation of your confession— right before she caught your arm, you didn’t even have a moment to process what was currently happening before you were pulled down, and a pair of unfamiliar burgundy lips landed on yours.

it took you a few seconds to gather what was currently happening, but within no time you melted into the affection. Your lips dancing with hers in a rhythm you didn’t know you were capable of doing.

the way her hands reached for your waist after a shy moment, kissing you deeply when her hands found solace on your body.

If this wasn’t heaven, you didn’t know what was.

The gap between you both opened once again, providing you both with fresh air once again.

Ahsoka hadn’t moved her hands, preferring to keep them on you.

“I think love you too.”

[xetlynn]

IMAGINES- (Vampire) Bella Swan

Bold Moves

Requested

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Where Bella is a vampire and way more confident and flirty. She’s a vampire from the Cullin’s but Renesmee doesn’t exist and she never fell in love with Edward. (Her short backstory of getting turned is, she started to be best friends with Edward and James found her, wanted to kill her and the Cullin’s wanted to protect her, basically when she went to Arizona to find her mom, Edward and the others didn’t make it in time and the Vampire venom already got to her heart and they couldn’t save her)

“[Name], did you hear about the new people?” My friend, Alecia comes up to me as I just opened my locker.

“Um, people? As in numerous?” I raise a brow, putting some books away, along with taking one out for my first class.

“Yeah, I just seen them in the parking lot. It’s like six foster siblings or something. Four of them are dating each other by the way.” She gossips, whispering the end of her sentence.

I guess what she said should be shocking but we don’t know their back story or anything that’s happened with them so it’s none of my business.

“Oh wow,” I hum. Shutting my locker, then the hallway grows loud and I glance down.

“It’s them.” Alecia gets closer to me, hugging my arm. I roll my eyes and try to walk away but Alecia doesn’t let me.

I hug my book close to my chest and watch the new kids walk down the hall with everyone gawking at them.

There’s one at the end who I make direct eye contact with. A girl who has dark longer hair. Her brown eyes piercing through my own. I try to look away but it feels hypnotizing.

As she begins to pass me I see her smirk.

Scrunching my face in confusion I feel Alecia shake at my arm.

“She’s totally into you!” She laughs, I don’t even respond, just taking my arm back and walking away.

“What? I’m telling the truth!” She insists, following after me.

“We haven’t even talked how is she into me?” I question her, both of us getting to our first class that we luckily got together.

“Love or lust at first sight, it’s a thing [Name].” She tells me, sitting down.

“What’s a thing?” Our other friend, Christopher plops down across from us at the table.

“Nothing.” I was quick to say but of course it doesn’t even matter because Alecia informs him on what it was.

“One of the new girls totally has a thing for [Name].” She excitedly whispers to Chris who laughs in response.

“Alecia are you just being delusional again? You say this about anyone who looks our way.” He reminds her, she gets quiet for a second but then sits up straight once someone walks into the room.

Leaning into the table. “It’s her!” She mouths. I let out a deep breath, opening up my work book and getting out a pencil.

As the class starts the more Alecia fan girls and is practically talking with her eyes.

I start to tune it out the more she taps me repetitively. I also try my best to not even make a glance at the new girl across the table.

Once the bell rings, saying that the class has ended I immediately shot up and went to talk out of the room. Accidentally bumping into someone,

I mumble out a sorry and try to continue on my way. “It’s okay, but hey, what’s your name?” It’s the new girl, of course it is.

It’s like she wants Alecia to live out her weird fantasies.

“Um, why?” I ask, watching as the other students leave the room.

Alecia is giggling as Christopher practically drags her out as well.

“Because, you seem nice and you’re pretty. I want to be friends.” She smiles, stepping a little bit closer to me and I inhale sharply.

“It’s [Name], I have to get to class, sorry.” I tell her, my face turned hot and I rushed out of the situation, not letting her respond to me.

The next week at lunch, I sit at my usual table. Hoping that I won’t have to bump into the new girl again.

All week it’s like I’ve been seeing her everywhere I go.

No matter what, even if it’s just going to the bathroom. It’s driving me crazy.

Alecia and Chris sit down in front of me and I give them a small smile before checking my phone.

“So, Bella is her name.” I tell them. Knowing that’s exactly what Alecia is going to ask me.

“Bella? That’s cute.” Christopher says, taking a bite of his food.

“I guess.” I shrug.

“So are you gonna be friends?” Alecia questions me and I look up at her.

“I don’t think so.” I shake my head.

“Awe, I thought we were really hitting it off looking at each other the way we have been.” I close my eyes right as her voice hits my ears.

My breath hitched.

“I didn’t mean that we didn’t I just didn’t think you were for real earlier this morning.” I explain myself anxiously.

“I was. Maybe we could be even more.” She smiles after whispering the last part, sitting down beside me.

“Hey, I’m Bella, which you’ve already heard.” She introduces herself acting as if she didn’t say what she just did.

“I’m Alecia, this is Chris.” My best friend replies with a huge grin her eyes wide on me as I sit there tensed up.

“Beautiful name.” The girl tells Alecia, who is obviously starstruck. “Oh, thank you.”

“So, where are you from, Bella?” Chris messes with his food as he talks. “Forks, Washington. Small small town.” She answers and I feel her eyes on me.

“Oh wow, that’s a gloomy place like us. You enjoy that type of weather or something?” Alecia doesn’t even touch her food, more interested in this new girl.

“Not really, my foster parents on the other hand do. A lot.” She chuckles. “Oh cool.”

“I guess you can say that. But [Name] you haven’t talked much, don’t you have some questions for me?” She turns to me and I glance up at her then back down at the table. “Hm, I don’t think so.” I shrug my shoulders to which she smiles, looking down at my phone then back at me.

“Cute case.” She compliments my phone.

“Thank you.” I mutter out, suddenly feeling nervous.

“You should give me your number. I do want to be friends.” She brings out her phone and my eyes widen, I look over to Alecia and Chris who are grinning like Cheshire cats.

I look back to her and open my phone, going to the contacts app. “Um, sure.” I take her phone and type in my number as she does the same with mine. I just put my name in like normal with a smiley face.

I place it down and then she hands me mine back with her name as Bella with a “<3” next to it.

I turn my phone off and put it in my pocket.

“I should get back to my family. Nice meeting you two. I’ll text you [Name].” She waves to them then before she goes she winks at me.

I watch her walk away with a confused expression as Alecia was already starting to freak out.

“Okay normally, I don’t feed into Cia’s delusions but she definitely has a thing for you, [Name].” Christopher whispers to me and I furrow my eyebrows.

“I wouldn’t go there.” I shake my head.

“I mean it’s pretty obvious. She’s been trying to talk to you all week.” Alecia points out. “We don’t even know if she’s into women she could just be messing with me.” I disagree with them.

“I- Really?- [Name], look at her.” Christopher stutters out, all three of us look over at Bella just to see her and the one guy she’s always with, Edward I think his name is, staring at us.

“Damn, we got caught.” Alecia laughs and I hide my face in the sleeves of my sweater, putting my head down.

“That was so embarrassing.” I quietly cry out.

“A little bit but she was smiling, definitely already talking about you.” Christopher informs me, still observing the fostered family in front of them.

I would have to turn my body to look at them. Which I did and of course they were already looking. But now that I know that I feel more self-conscious, sitting up straighter. 

At the end of lunch, I had to go to my locker to grab a paper I forgot for my next class.

“See you at the mall right?” Alecia asks, leaning against the locker beside me.

We don’t have anymore classes together, she leaves after lunch.

She says it’s to hang out with both Chris and I but I know it’s just for Chris.

She’s had a thing for him for years just never had the confidence to say it. Christopher doesn’t talk about anything so I wouldn’t know how he feels.

“Yeah, want me to ask Chris to come?” I smirk, she rolls her eyes mumbling to tell me to shut up.

“So that’s a yes?” She nods her head and then flips me off, walking away.

I snicker to myself quietly right as someone else walks up to me.

“Came back to apologize for flipping me off?” I ask with a shit-eating grin on my face, slamming my locker after finding my paper only to see Bella with a surprised expression.

“I would never do that to you.” She places a hand on her heart and I feel my face heat up.

“Sorry, that was for Alecia.” I tense up, feeling my heart beat extremely fast.

“It’s no problem, hun.” Her voice rasps and I felt my knees buckle a little bit.

“So, I was thinking maybe we could see a movie?” She tucks her hands into her jean pockets. I glance around, not expecting that question out of everything.

“Me?” Her eyebrows furrow.

“What do you mean, you? I’m only talking to you.” She says.

“Right, you want me to bring Alecia or Chris too?” I don’t believe she’s actually trying to be just my friend.

There has to be some sort of catch.

“I would’ve asked if I wanted them to come too. But I just wanted it to be us.” She gives me a toothy smile. My breath hitches.

“As a date.” She adds in and I freeze up.

“A date?” The final bell rings and I scramble with all the things in my hand.

“I uh, I have to get to class.” I try to start walking but her hand catches my wrist, stopping me.

The coldness of her hand rushes to my spine and I shiver.

She instantly pulls her hand back.

“Sorry, just forget I asked.” She chuckles, she looks like she’s going to say something else but instead she walks away.

And as I watch her I begin to feel incredibly bad. It’s not that I wouldn’t go on the date.

I just don’t like having the spotlight on me.

As I want to go chase after her, I notice the hall being empty and I rush to my classroom.

Later in the day at home I get dressed to go out with Alecia. Still thinking about what happened during and after lunch. Continuously clicking on Bella’s contact on my phone but only to turn it off and try to ignore my phone exists.

Another week passes and Bella hasn’t really tried coming up to me. I’ve told Alecia about everything and she’s been practically bullying me for not apologizing by now. But I don’t know what’s stopping me and I’m scared to be rejected back.

I think I really do like her?

I’ve barely even talked to her but she makes me so nervous though.

Throughout the day, this time I’ve been staring at Bella.

Watching out for her and trying to get the confidence to say something.

I go on my phone and click on her contact again. Then pressing the message button, staring at the keypad I think of what to say.

As I’m trying to type something out, someone takes my phone in a swift motion and I gasp, going to take it back but then seeing Bella’s face.

“Hey.” She smiles, waving the phone around.

“Hey.” I breathily let out, feeling as if the air in my body just got squeezed out.

“Awe you were about to text me?” She looks down at the screen of my device. My face heats up and I glance at the ground.

“I felt bad.” I take my phone back.

“That you were going to reject me?” She tilts her head and my eyes widen.

“I wasn’t going to reject you.” I denied it.

“You weren’t?” She crosses her arms. My heart thumps loudly, now hearing it in my head and I start to sweat a little bit.

“No, I just,” I close my eyes trying to find the right words. “You put me on the spot and I freaked.” I pick at the dead skin on my lips as I finished talking. Nervously watching her as she is quiet.

“You like me?” She breaks out into a big smile.

“Bella.” I make a straight face and she laughs. “You like me.” She laughs, teasing me now and poking my side.

“Not if you keep doing that.” I push her hand away.

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[fierceawakening]

That post about “renovation” in Gaza (that is, Israeli forces referring to bombing a Palestinian village as “renovation”) has some things swirling around in my head I’ve been wanting to post about but not sure how to bring up.

So here goes nothing. Can’t leave any hornets nest unswung at, right?

The post brought up some memories of an old friend basically telling me before this war began that i misunderstood this conflict and misunderstood key things about Judaism itself.

That in turn put me in mind of some of the discussions I sometimes see on my dash about Misunderstanding Judaism. I’ve got a few Jewish mutuals so every once in a while Discourse Posts About Judaism show up on my dash and I’m often confused. Part of this is not seeing the full context, I’m sure, but now I’m reconsidering some stuff and it’s uncomfortable and well. Blah. Tired of staying quiet because The Oppressor Must Sit Down And Shut Up.

Which is to say. There are A Lot, or at least fairly recently were a lot, of posts that go around that claim that Christianity is a uniquely toxic religion, and that other religions, of which Judaism is often cited as one, do not have the same level of inherent toxicity.

This is usually said to be because Judaism doesn’t proselytize. If you see yourself as subject to The Law, it’s either because you were raised as one of The People Of The Law or, in rarer cases (though I notice a lot of the “Judaism is inherently less bad than Christianity” people are ex fundie Christian converts which makes me go HMMMMMM), because you decided to devote yourself to it even after people ritually tried to talk you out of it.

As part of that they often explained that words like Orthodox or Conservative are only scary if it’s Christians. The explanation is, from what I remember, that the only difference is how many or how strictly the laws are followed, and so a Conservative or even an Orthodox Jew isn’t fundamentalist, just very observant.

This has always seemed… well not TOTALLY wrong to me, as one of the most passionate disability rights activists I have ever been blessed to know was an Orthodox Jew, and she was very politically in line with the rest of us lefties and absolutely clear with everyone that it was a community she chose to become part of and that better for her did not mean right for everyone.

But I did think and do think that orthodox religiosity that’s *imposed from without* rather than voluntarily taken on by someone who’s fine with others not doing the same lends itself to authoritarian control and harmful communities,so I’d read those posts and go “really?”

One of my special interests is cults (which is why I know so much about true crime—there’s often overlap, as people who are convinced they have The Answer are often willing to disobey the normies’ laws for the greater good only they can see.) So I watch podcasts from people who have left various kinds of high control groups, from polygynous Mormonism to NXIVM and whatever else.

And I’ve watched a couple on people raised in Orthodox Judaism, and man does it look JUST LIKE any other strict religious community that cares more about whether the rules are followed than what the rules are or whether they make sense for the community.

One woman mentioned that there a rule that says that girls can’t be alone with boys after age THREE and said the rationale is because if girls over three (or boys over eight, I guess they’re smarter?) are alone with the opposite sex something will happen between them.

And the woman was just “three? A three year old kid is a temptress? What were the ancient rabbis doing with three year olds if they had to make a rule to stop sex from happening WITH THREE YEAR OLDS?”

And maybe that’s a misunderstanding, maybe the idea was kids playing doctor with each other is also an offense to God and that’s how you prevent it (though another woman mentioned that if you have a bunch of same sex kids alone together and no sex ed, the doctor playing is just homosexual instead), but… made sense to me.

So I dunno. Not proselytizing is good! But any religion can see itself as legalistic, and therefore see nonfollowers as criminally evil, and hate and fear based on that.

I’m very skeptical Christianity is unique in its ability to be misused horribly these days.

[justjams2003]

Blossoms- 14

Pairing: Erik Destler x OFC (Mariposa Claremont)

Summary: A young author travels away from her family to The Opera she has heard so much about. She is lost and confused and yet still seems to get a job there as a cleaner. Yet when she meets a mysterious man there, everything changes. Her mind is entirely consumed, but will she allow her burning need for him to consume her life as well?

Warnings: Teasing, singing (it is a PotO fanfic so that is to be expected...), mentions of the death of a grandparent, parent issues, talk of patriarchy, alcohol. Tell me if I miss any

Word count: 2,1k

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“Mariposa Claremont.” Before I can utter another word, I can see the recognition in his eyes. His face forms into this wide grin, that seems like he could get away with anything. “No way, Claremont?” He chuckles and then takes a big sip of his bear. The foam clings to his top lip and he licks it off, then he hums. Then he holds out his hand for me to shake.  

“Elliott O'Murphy.” My eyes go wide and if my cheeks weren’t already pink from the cold, they are now. “My parents have been like trying to marry you to my older brother for like, forever.” He laughs and shakes his head. I sigh and roll my eyes, just my luck to meet the man I’ve been trying to avoid’s brother. “Please tell me you’re not as obnoxious as he is.” I say, scratching my scalp as I cringe.  

Again he laughs, “Trust me, I feel about him the same as you do. He’s been fed with a silver spoon all his life and he believes the sun shines out of his ass.” He places his hand over his chest to show his sincerity. “And you don’t?” I ask, raising a brow and placing my hands on the pint of beer.  

“Let’s just say I prefer to avoid saying my last name.” I smile at that comment since I relate so much. I then take a sip of the beer. It burns down my throat and leaves a sour taste in my mouth. “Eww, who drinks this?” I say, coughing and sticking out my tongue. He lets out a boisterous laugh which makes that an embarrassed smile slowly creeps onto my face.  

“You’ve never had beer before?” He says, his eyes wide in shock. “No! I don’t usually go into the areas of town where beer is drunk, like this place...” I say, looking around at this dirty pub. Drunkards play dice and a bard sings terribly off tune and people can’t help but glare at him.  

“Ohh, okay, I see, so you’re like Carson. You two fit together perfectly! Too pompous for the peasants of France.” He says dramatically, and I can’t help but gasp and shake my head. “No, nothing like that! It’s just, I’m a lady and don’t take part in such activities as drinking myself stupid.” I say, then directly after taking a sip of my beer, trying to get used to the sour yeast taste.  

He too raises his brow, “Ladies also don’t usually cry in piles of trash at night in the rain.” I just huff at his response, knowing he’s right. After all, my stupid unladylike acts are what got me in this situation in the first place. “How exactly did you end up, you know, crying on a pile of trash?”  

I sigh and lean my head against my hand. “Well, I work at the opera house, chasing the dream!” I say, lifting my beer as if to celebrate what people rarely have the guts to do. “And uh, let’s just say that I really need to learn how to keep my big mouth shut. So I’ve basically kicked myself out of the only place I had to live...”  

We both take a sip from our beer. “Why not go home?” He ask with a shrug and I scoff. “That is exactly what I can’t do! I can’t let my parents know that I basically failed on what I set out to do. That’ll really go to their head and before I know it, I’ll be birthing your nephews.” I pout taking another sip. “Oh yeah and we can’t have that.” Again I just sigh and roll my eyes, I’ve just met him but he so easily plays banjo with my nerves.  

“Why are you here then? Shouldn’t you be... doing whatever it is that your family does?” I ask and he laughs at me having no clue how his family has got their fortune. “Well, you see I was not raised by my pretentious parents and rather by my grandmother. And she refuses to leave France.”  

I can’t help but let my brows furrow. “Why? And your grandfather?” “Well, if you bothered to learn family history or care about someone other than yourself, you’d know he’s dead. And my grandmother was Prima Ballerina at the Opera House. I suppose this is where she feels most home. And I come to visit between working on the shipping ships. Which is what we do, by the way. Transport goods.”  

That’s new. And actually very beautiful. Touching, I wish I had that type of connection with someone in my family. “I do care about others.” I reply back, with a shrug. “I just can’t make them a priority. It’s a difficult world for a young girl like me. Woman will always be put second, I’ll just have to put myself first.”  

“The fact that, that is what you choose to focus on just proves a point.” I just shrug my shoulders. I am kind, yes, I’ll help other’s out if they ask, but I won’t put anyone else above myself. “I-” Right at that moment the bard hits another terrible note. Both Elliott and I cringe at the noise.  

Then he gets a terribly mischievous grin. “You work at the opera house, why don’t you sing us something?” I blush and shake my head. Looking down at the bubbles in my drink. “Oh come onnn, anything can be better than him.” He says, dragging out his words to encourage me. Again I shake my head, but he insists by standing  up, coming to my side of the table and pulling me from my seat.  

“Elliott!” I squeal, being picked up and placing me on my feet. I glare, looking up at him. “I’m gonna go tell him you want a turn.” He says, his cheeky grin growing bigger. “I am begging you not to.” I grab him by his wet coat and he seems to think for a moment before seeming to give up.  

I thought. Until he steps up on the table. “My son John was tall and slim and he’d a leg for ev’ry limb!” And then suddenly, because somehow everyone in the pub knows this song, sings back at him. “But now he’s got no legs at all for he ran a race with a cannon ball! Timmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da!” I’ve got no idea what they’re singing!  

All of them are at least a little tipsy and at most about to piss themselves. But still they sing back with slurred words and a big smile on their faces. They stomp on the floor and slam down their own pints of beer to make a beat for the song they’re singing. It doesn’t seem to need any music, only the drunkan chants. And when they seem to finish their song, their cheer and clap.  

“Another!” Someone yells and Elliott smirks looking down at me, smirking, while I blush bright red. “A song from the lady?!” He calls out and they all cheer. I almost die from shock. “Elliott!” I’ve never met anyone bolder than me and now that I have I can’t seem to keep up.  

He holds out his hand, which no longer has gloves on, urging me on as everyone demands for more. I cave, why not have a little fun? I slip my hand in his, it’s rough, like someone who’s worked hard all their life. But when I’m standing up on the table and all these people are looking up at me, I freeze.  

I look up at Elliott’s stormy grey eyes, who flicker with joy. “I don’t know any songs that they’d like.” He scoffs and groans. “Come on, you must know something!” He encourages and I just sigh. In panic, the only thing I can think of is one of my maids, who would watch me when my mother couldn’t, which was always. She used to sing to me when I would beg and beg to hear some sort of music.  

“Look how the light of the town, the lights of the town are shining now. Tonight I’ll be dancing around. I’m off on the road to Galway now.” Before I know it Elliott is joining me, commanding the bard to play the tune on his flute. Then, the drunken men join me. I mumble over the Irish parts of the song, not that anyone really notices. Elliott takes my hand in his and we dance across the table. His hand is warm. 

I don’t hold back my smile or singing. When I sing and dance there is no control. Just the free flow of movement and music. Who would want to have power of something bigger than yourself? There is no dominating music. There is no mastery and there never will be. Only energy, flowing from you to those around you and back. And anyone who dare tries to command it should be punished for believing they ever could.  

When the song is finished, again everyone cheers. I turn to Elliott, he looks so confident. He’s not afraid to be seen, be perceived. As if he’s never been shamed in his life. Like he’s never had to deal with pressure to be perfect, just to be happy. His broad shoulders are relaxed and his wide smile seems to freeze time.  

“Get of the table, vous deux idiots!” The waitress yells behind us. “Allez Judith, ne sois pas si aigrie. On s'amuse juste un peu!” Elliott replies and I can barely keep up with their quick French. “Are you going to clean the table then?” The waitress asks with a pointed look, crossing her arms.  

Elliott winces, then climbs off, holding his hand out for me too to settle my feet on the floor. “No can do, we’ve got to get going.” He turns to the window, it’s stopped raining, I didn’t even notice. “How much do we owe you?” He asks, pulling out a pouch of money. She sighs and rolls her eyes.  

“5 Francs per piece.” Elliott pulls out the exact amount then they both kind of just stare at me. “Oh! Right.” I feel for my money in the pockets of my dress, until I remember, I left everything back in the Opera House. I wince and look up at my new friend. “I left it all back there...” He just sighs and hands the waitress another five Francs.  

“Now come, grand-maman is already going to be mad at me for bringing a guest without telling her. We don’t want to make her any angrier by being late.” He says, holding the door open for me. “You’re letting me come with?” He nods, “My grand-maman would be furious if she found out I let you sleep in here.”  

I can’t help but chuckle, such a bold man covering in front of his grandmother. I smile at him, “Thank you.” Again he sighs and this time scratches his neck. “You’re not all that bad. Nowhere near as bad as Carson. Almost bearable.” A sweet moment ruined again. “I shouldn’t have told you who I am.” I sigh, once again stepping on his hand to climb up on the horse’s back.  

“Yeah but you did. And I’m really enjoying it to tease you.” Again I sigh and just roll my eyes. It’s so strange. It’s rare for me to talk to a guy at the Palais Garnier. All the maids are women and I share a room with the ballet girls. It’s only Erik and I can’t really joke with him like this. He’s sensitive and rigid at the same time.  

I can’t get through to him and at the same time he takes everything to the heart. He’s so contradicting... But I guess I am too. I say I was raised to be ladylike and then dance on tables singing with drunk men I don’t know. I say I care about other’s, but don’t give Erik a chance to change... But I shouldn’t. He’s being immature. Telling me who I can like and who I can’t.  

“You shouldn’t frown like that.” I scoff, of course he has something to say. “You shouldn’t tell me what to do.” Now it’s his turn to scoff. “Brave of you to say to someone who’s giving you a place to say.” I huff and pout, how is he always right? “You just have to have the last say.” I mumble under my breath. “You’re quick to make assumptions of me.” He sounds almost offended?  

“Am I right?” I ask, peering down at him. He just scoffs and shakes his head. “No, if I’m wrong I’ll admit it. But I rarely am so...” I snipe back at him. “Okay, yeah, such a delight to be around.” I mumble and now he snipes back. “Says the spoiled brat.” “Wow! Alright, I see how it is.”  

The whole way to his grand-maman goes like this. He makes a comment, I retort back, until eventually we both just kind of...laugh about it...? I like seeing him smile, I wouldn’t mind seeing more of his smile...  

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