#ate a button off my shirt at school

[bloddysnow]

Teacher’s Pet

Synopsis: Yandere teacher Sylus doesn't want you to move to another school. He has plans.

warnings: nswf minors dni. Ftm! Teacher Sylus. Top! Student reader. M reader. Yandere behaviour. 10 years of age difference. riding. unsafe sex. vaginal sex. possessive behaviour. breeding kink. mentions of pregancy.

Have you ever imagined Sylus in high heels? Heels that knock on the floor making noises when he passes through the corridors of the school with a straight posture. In a short tight skirt, down which goes thigh-high stockings that emphasise his ideal leg length. A grin appears on his face when he notices the students' eyes and how they turn around to look at him.

The buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned to his chest, showing his lingerie. He leaned towards your desk, to your eye level. With a smirk on his face, he took your phone out of your hands.

"You'll pick it up after class..."

And quietly whispered: "I'll be waiting for you in my office."

From the first day of his arrival, or rather from your first acquaintance, everything has changed. His presence began to be felt literally everywhere. You started constantly looking at the camera in the corner of the classroom, having a strange feeling that he was watching you. In his lessons, you noticed his gaze, which literally ate you alive.

Sylus began to call you more often. Sometimes he freed you from classes, telling teachers that he needs you. But when you come to him, he just asks you to sit next to him while he was working. There were times when you did your homework in his room. He was sitting opposite. You noticed how he stealthily glanced at you, watching as if he was studying you.

Over time, you found out that Sylus knows all about you. He knew everything from your date of birth to your phone number and address. He knew who you were friends with and who you were in a relationship with. In conversations, he mentioned details that you could hardly remember, but that left no doubt - he knew almost everything about you.

When your grades got a little worse, he offered you his extra classes. He sits very close to you, explaining the topic. His hand gently touches your hip, stroking it and slowly sliding up. Your breath is intercepted, and you feel awkward, but you can't take your eyes off his face. Sylus looks at you with a smile asking if everything is okay with you, acting as if his actions are quite normal for the teacher and the student.

You're not sure how much time has passed, how could you even keep an eye on such a common thing when he is keep going, continues to rise and fall on you. He usually asked you to fuck him, but this time he climbed on you without even saying anything.

His cheeks were covered with pink dust, a slight shine of sweat flowed down his forehead, and these passionate eyes were looking for your eyes, catching every emotion, every moment of ecstasy. You held your hands on his hips, rubbing circles on his delicate skin and from time to time strengthening his grip when he dropped especially hard.

The obscene sound of his hips on yours was heard all over the room. He couldn't hold back. He couldn't hold back a single sound - and given that you were at school, you tried to be careful. You pressed his mouth with your hand, trying to drown out the sounds so you don't get caught.

His hands tightly squeezed your shoulders, his nails dug into the skin, leaving red marks and tearing your name off his lips. You felt a sharp pain, which was quickly replaced by a wave of excitement. He leaned towards you. Your lips collided, your tongues touched when you let your desperate sounds blend into a crazy chorus.

Moving towards your neck curve, he kissed everything, carelessly and wet, leaving gentle suckers all over your neck and collarbone, dark purple marks thoughtlessly coloured in your skin.

"Sylus, I'm c-cumming," you warned him, feeling the tension in your body reaching its peak. He was so passionate about the moment that you didn't have time to put on a condom.

"Inside haa! y-you can cum hngh…! inside...ahh I drank c-contraceptives ♡"

His words only increased your excitement. Sylus slowed down a little when you grabbed his waist with one hand, the other slid down to rub his clitoris while practising your mouth on his nipples, rolling your tongue over the buttons. His hole tightened hard when he cum. Your eyes closed with the feeling, pushing hard a few more times before you also came, pumping him with your seeds. Your sperm covered his trembling walls, and he sighed into your neck, falling from above when you hold each other tightly.

When he said he drank contraceptives, it was a lie. Deep down, he made a decision a long time ago. He knows that his act is selfish and his obsession with you may seem reckless, but all this is the result of the fear of losing you. You lit this fire in him when you said those fatal words about transferring to another school. For him, it was a blow that he can't survive.

Sylus realises that his love for you has gone too far, but this feeling is stronger than him. If he get pregnant, it's the way to tie you up forever, he's ready to take on this burden. In his eyes, pregnancy will be the last way to keep you close, to create a connection between you that cannot be broken. After all, his love for you is so great and sincere that he is ready to sacrifice everything, even himself, so that you stay with him forever.

His hands slowly slide to his stomach, to the womb, he feels satisfaction, as if he was hugging the most precious thing. He knows that the plan was successful. It remains only to wait for the little miracle inside him to begin his development. A little smile appeared on his lips.

[realdramalove69]

Imagine being pregnant back to back to back to back….

Anna sighed heavily, each footstep painful as she made her way down the stairs. Her back ached, her baby filled belly constantly moving and weighing her down. Her large maternity dress barely covered her belly, the bottom of it only inches off the ground. At only twenty three years old she was already on her fifth pregnancy and this litter was her biggest yet.

She walked into the kitchen and began the task of preparing breakfast for her many children and her husband. She herself was starving, but she ate last. Her family took priority. Bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, and bottles of milk for her many smaller babies.

As the sound of sizzling bacon wafted through the house her older children began to stir, making their way into the kitchen. Her oldest, a set of quints, helped get the younger children in their seats, setting the table for their gravid mother.

Anna looked at her children, not quite believing she already had so many. When she was eighteen her and her boyfriend, Dave, had sex for the first time, resulting in the quints. They were shocked to find out they were having so many but the doctor couldn’t explain it. Anna was just very fertile. Ever since then Dave kept her pregnant, not wanting her womb to be empty for even a second. Another set of quints and octuplets shortly followed and her last litter, a set of ten, was still sleeping soundly upstairs in their cribs.

Anna rubbed her belly. She was nearing her due date with the baker’s dozen now residing inside of her and she was eager to finally get them out. Anna was tired of having babies. She didn’t want to be pregnant anymore. Instead she wanted to spend time with the many children she already had; another part of her also wanted to just be a kid herself, enjoying the perks of being nearly twenty one.

“Morning,” Anna’s husband, Dave, said as he entered the kitchen. He lovingly stroked her belly, feeling the large babies beneath the skin. “How are my babies doing today?”

“They’re restless, that's for sure,” Anna replied.

“Well they only have a few more weeks in there.” Dave kissed her belly button, making her moan lowly as he rubbed her sensitive skin, pushing up her large maternity shirt to show off her gravid curves.

Anna tried to push him away but her belly was too big. She couldn’t reach him past her stretched womb. She instead handed Dave a plate and watched him sit down. She served the rest of her children before making herself a large plate, her cravings always getting the best of her.

Dave quickly ate. “I’ve got to get to the office. But you all be good for mommy today!” He kissed the heads of his children and left, leaving Anna to get the kids ready for the day all by herself.

It was a tough task taking care of her twenty eight children all by herself. Dave believed in traditional husband and wife roles: he would work and get to come home and relax while she took care of the house. All while giving him even more babies. She got the two sets of quints dressed for pre-school and loaded them into the large minivan, her mom stopping by to help drive them to school. Anna had lost the ability to drive months ago when her belly wouldn’t fit behind the wheel anymore.

“Good morning,” Anna’s mom, Crystal, said. “How are my grandbabies today?”

“Good!” the kids shouted.

Crystal patted her daughter’s belly and smiled. “How blessed your family is. So many babies and more to come.”

Anna forced a smile. “Yeah, I can't quite believe it sometimes. Can you pick them up at around 3 for me?”

“Of course! Anything for you. And I’ll be by after I drop them off to help with the little little ones.”

Crystal drove off with the ten kids leaving Anna alone to take care of the other 18. She grunted as she walked back up the stairs, needing to feed the babies. She had to go up the stairs sideways, her stomach squished between her and the railing. She sat heavily in the rocking chair and heaved her large breasts out of her shirt before beginning the long task of feeding ten fat and hungry babies.

Anna couldn’t help but resent her husband's lack of help. She was tired all the time, especially with thirteen more babies on the way. And she wanted a break from all of it. She knew getting pregnant again would only make her bigger and she dreaded the fact that one of these pregnancies would make her immobile. She rubbed her belly as the babies finished eating, concerned about how to even broach this topic with her baby crazy husband.

The end of the day finally came, her children were in bed, and Anna was able to take her gravid body to her own bedroom where she laid down heavily, the frame creaking under her weight. Dave rubbed her near full term belly. He couldn’t get enough of her pregnant form, demanding sex almost nightly. Anna would oblige, letting her husband pound away at her while she laid there, wondering how she could convince him to stop having babies.

After Dave busted in her he laid back next to her, panting heavily.

“How much longer until I can put another batch in you,” he said.

“I wanted to talk about that, actually,” Anna said. She pushed herself into a seated position, rubbing her belly to calm her babies. “I don’t want to get pregnant again.”

Dave frowned. “At all?”

Anna nodded. “I’m tired all the time. There's so many babies to take care of already and it's hard to do with this sticking out of me. I need a break.”

“You’re my wife. You’re supposed to give me a family.”

“I have given you a family. I’m telling you now, I’m starting birth control the minute these babies are born. Or you're getting a vasectomy. Got it?”

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this?”

“Because, Dave, this isn’t exactly what I thought my life would be.”

Dave nodded. “Alright. If it’s what you want. I will respect it.”

“Thank you. Goodnight.”

Anna turned on her side to try and get some sleep, surprised at how well that conversation went.

Dave, however, was not about to let his wife be without child. He laid awake, coming up with ways to convince Anna to get pregnant again. He even googled fertility drugs, wondering if there was a way he could replace the birth control with them instead.

The next morning Dave hopped out of bed and left the house quickly, leaving Anna alone with the sleeping children. He needed a plan. He went to his place of work, a science lab dedicated to advancing humans faster than ever before. While Dave may have been young, he was incredibly smart and worked through the ranks quickly, learning all that he could.

Dave went to his lab and looked around. He was the first one there, just as he hoped. He opened his locked drawer and pulled out a notebook labeled “Fertility”. He had been studying his wife’s extreme fertility for awhile now, all in secret. He had wanted to create a way for even the most barren of women to be able to conceive but now he wanted something that would make even those who hated kids want to do nothing but breed. He studied his previous concoctions and set to work creating a small bottle of what looked like perfume.

“This better work,” he muttered to himself. He grabbed the small bottle and pocketed it before locking away his secrets once again.

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A month later and Anna found her stomach flat once again as the 13 new babies laid crying around her. She had given birth on time, per usual, and all her babies were large and healthy. Dave smiled as he picked up the two week old babies, looking at his wife who seemed less than eager about the task ahead of her.

“How many miracles we have made,” Dave said.

“I know. But I’m not sure how I will be able to take care of them all myself.”

“You’re a wonderful mother. You will find a way.”

Dave kissed her but he could sense Anna’s resentment. He set the babies down and decided this was the right time.

“I have a gift for you,” Dave said. “Come with me.”

Anna followed her husband to their bedroom. A gift from him was rare and Anna was confused as to what the occasion was.

“Did I forget an anniversary?” Anna asked.

“No! I just wanted to show my wife how much I appreciate her.”

Dave handed her a neatly wrapped box. Anna took it and unwrapped it, revealing the small glass bottle.

“It’s perfume,” Dave said. “The lady said it smelled like lemons and honey which I know is your favorite.”

Anna smiled. “Thank you! This is actually very thoughtful.”

“Why don’t you try it out?”

Anna obliged, taking the perfume and spritzing it on her wrists and neck. It smelled amazing, making her close her eyes and breathe it in deeply.

“Wow,” Anna whispered. “That’s amazing.”

When she opened her eyes she looked her husband up and down and licked her lips. She was suddenly feeling very...horny. Anna rubbed her flat stomach, feeling how empty it was and how full she needed it to be.

What is wrong with me? She thought to herself. Get a hold of yourself!

But the drug was more powerful than Anna’s own mind. Dave walked closer to her, pressing her body against his as he grabbed her plump rear, making her squeak.

“You want more babies?” Dave asked. “I know how empty you must feel.”

"No," Anna whimpered. "We said...no more..." But she felt her thighs rubbing together and her pussy growing wet at the thought of growing even bigger.

Dave grabbed her and picked her up, taking her to the bed and laying her on her back. She moaned in protest, but she couldn't fight the intense hormones now raging through her.

Dave wasted no time ripping off her yoga pants and thrusting himself into her, his cock filling her tight pussy. He gripped her leaking breasts and pumped faster, eager to fill her before the perfume wore off.

Anna couldn't help but moan and groan as he hit all her sensitive areas. She could hear the voice of reason in the back of her mind screaming at her to stop, knowing she would only get more pregnant, but she laid helpless on the bed, cumming over and over as Dave gripped her thighs.

"I'm gonna fill you until you burst!" Dave groaned as he felt his cock growing hotter.

Before Anna could get him out of her, he shot ropes of hot cum into her waiting vagina. He held himself against her, not wanting any of the precious seed to leak out.

Anna came again, rubbing her flat stomach, her senses returning to her as Dave leaned on top of her, sucking on her ripe tits.

"What did you do?!" Anna screamed.

"Gave you what you wanted," Dave replied. He pulled out of her and left her laying on the bed, cum still leaking from her.

Anna rubbed her stomach and started to cry, knowing what the next ten months would bring.

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Four months in and Anna was already huge. She rubbed her quintuplet sized belly, groaning as she tried to heave herself out of bed to tend to her crying newborns. Dave slept soundly beside her, not even attempting to help care for his kids.

Anna finally got herself standing, her hands pushing into her lower back. She waddled heavily to the nursery, her tits already leaking through her maternity nightgown.

"Shh shh," she cooed as she began to nurse the 13 new babies. Her previous ten began to stir as well, wanting their mother’s precious milk.

"Oh, there's too many," Anna said as she tried to soothe the babies she couldn't feed right away.

It took hours but finally all the babies were fed and asleep and Anna could take her tired body back to bed. She laid back down on her side, her belly hanging off the side of the mattress. Dave rolled over and rubbed her tummy, feeling the stretched skin. He kissed her neck, making her groan.

"You're so big already," he moaned. "I want you bigger."

“I can't get bigger. I'll burst!"

"You'll grow beautifully my gravid wife."

Dave pulled down her underwear and pushed his aching member into her pussy. She groaned as he pumped in and out of her, making the bed creak under her gravid weight. He grabbed the bottle of perfume and spritzed it on her neck, seeing her eyelids close gently as the extra hormones took over her.

Anna wanted to protest but she couldn't help but moan lustfully as Dave hit all her sensitive spots. This pregnancy was already so heavy and it made her hornier than ever before. She could feel all the weight of her tummy pushing on her hips and vagina as Dave rolled her onto her back, pressing his muscular torso against the underside of her belly. He gripped the sides of her belly as he thrust in and out of her, making her cry out.

“Oooohhh,” Anna moaned. “Oh fill me up! I’m already so full but I need more!”

“And I’ll give you more!” Dave grunted. He sucked on her belly button, his tongue pressing the flat flesh back into her stretched skin.

“Dave! I’m gonna cum!” Anna shrieked.

“Get ready for my babies!”

Dave thrust once more before busting inside of her. Anna groaned as she felt her own orgasm go through her, making her legs go limp. He pressed against her, shoving his cum into her, urging her to grow bigger and bigger.

“Oh,” Anna groaned as Dave pulled out of her and got her back on her side. “Oh it’s so big already.”

“Just how I like it,” Dave moaned. He rubbed her belly as she struggled to get comfortable, eager to know just how pregnant he had gotten her this time.

[allfryam]

bulk up

Evan was in his final year of high school. He just turned 18 and he was feeling great. He was the star of the football team and he had a smokin hot body. His abs looked like they were chiseled from stone, his pecs sat like trophies on his chest. His arms glistened and bulged with muscles. one day after practice, his coach called him over. Even ran over, dripping with sweat. “I need you to move up a weight class”. Coach said. “We’re starting to struggle against teams with bigger players. We need some more meat on the team.” Evan was skeptical. He would have to give up his precious abs? He didn’t know if he could. But coach convinced him it would only be around 20 pounds, and he could lose it when the season ended. that night, instead of making a fresh, healthy meal, Evan drove to McDonald’s and ate a large Big Mac meal. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. Soon, Evan was off of school for a few weeks due to construction. This also meant no football practice. He didn’t mind though. He was too busy bulking. He spent most of his days shirtless, playing video games and eating snacks in his room. Without realizing he had already gained over 15 pounds. All of the junk food and snacks that he was eating was starting to take a toll on his waistline. His abs had slowly disappeared, and his muscles began to grow softer. He had a slight paunch that hung over the waistband on his underwear. by the time the construction was over and Evan could get back to school, his pants were quite hard to button. He mostly just wore sweatpants anyway. His smallest shirts began to ride up and reveal a sliver of his belly. at practice, coach called Evan over again. “You been bulking?” “Yes sir” Evan replied. Coach took Evan to the scales to see how much weight he had gained. “You lost a pound?! What the hell is wrong with you?! I’m going to have to do this myself. Come to my house later tonight.”

Evan was confused. He was sure he put on weight. None of his pants fit, and his abs were completely gone. He arrived at coaches house and knocked on the door. Coach let him in and told him to have a seat at the table. Evan still didn’t know what coach had in store but he was scared. He was also pretty hungry. Coach brought out 3 pizzas, a cake, canned pastas, ice cream, and a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Evan’s eyes grew wide. “You’re not leaving tonight until you eat all of this food.” Coach yelled. “But coach-“ coach shut him up and told him to eat. evan started with the pizza. He did good on the first two, but the last one was giving him trouble. It took a while, but eventually he finished the last slice. Next was the pasta. He was already pretty full but coach wouldn’t let him take a break. Evan kept eating and moaning as he got fuller and fuller. His belly was starting to stretch and expand, and his belt grew tight. He ripped it off and undid his pants and let out a sigh of relief. He continued to eat and eat until the pasta was gone. Coach let him take a little break before dessert but it didn’t help much. Evan dug into the cake with his hands, shoving fistfuls of food down his throat. His face was covered in pizza sauce, grease, and chocolate icing. He continued through the cake until he started feeling nauseous. “I thought this might happen. Here” coach said as he gave Evan some anti nausea medicine. After a couple minutes Evan felt better and finished off the cake. For the last two things, Evan combined the cookies and the ice cream to make it easier for himself. He took off his tight shirt to make some room and he dug in. After an hour of moaning and burping, he couldn’t do it. There was still a few cookies left and almost half a tub of ice cream. “You’re gonna come back every night until you can finish one of my feasts boy” coach yelled.

after a few weeks of this, Evan was still unable to finish one of coach’s meals, but they were definitely starting to affect his body. His slight paunch had grown into a round ball gut. His pecs were saggy moobs and his tight ass was big and jiggly. His thighs almost doubles in size and he had an extra chin now. But Evan was competitive. He wouldn’t stop until he won.

[procyonloser]

Mini au fic IDK. Pre adamsapple. Divorced Dad Adam. Modern/Human Au

Old man yaoi

Adam picked up Abel, who was still sniffing even as he latched onto Adam's leg. Cain, on the other hand, was glowering up at his brother, still holding onto his backpack and clearly not wanting to go. Admittedly, Adam wasn't happy about being here at fucking 2 in the goddamn morning either.

"Sorry," Charlie said, lisping a bit since she'd gotten braces. She might have tried to look goth, but she was still a theater kid at heart. "In school, everyone was talking about this new movie...I mentioned it to the twins, it sounded like they wanted to see it."

"I did want to see it." Cain complained, siding with his step sister and looking put out.

"Yeah, well, Abel pissed himself in fear, so maybe no fucking slasher movies for kids under 10?" Adam huffed, readjusting Abel on his hip so the kid wasn't strangling him. "Where's your mom?"

"On a date, in the city. They were dressed all fancy and left in a really cool car." Cain said glumly.

"Wouldn't take us with."

Yeah, no shit, Adam thought to himself. He couldn't imagine a worse hell than a romantic date with two 7 year olds tagging along the entire time.

"Why don't you have any cars like that?" Cain asked him.

"Because your mom took all my shit in the divorce, and then married a rich fuck." Adam said in feigned sweetness. Charlie looked upset, eyebrows fitting together, but she was all of 13, and she knew just as well as he did that her mom Lilith was Adam's other ex wife. So, he had reason to be annoyed. "Now get your shit and get in the car, we're going home. It's too late at night for this and your brother is going to need therapy."

"The monster that lived under his bed ate out the man's eyeballs." Abel mumbled into his shoulder. Great, Adam wasn't going to sleep alone for a year.

"You suck, I wish Lucifer was my dad..." Cain stomped down the front steps with as much force as a 7 year old could muster. Adam rolled his eyes, but before he could open his mouth again, a candyapple red car came screaming up the very long driveway.

"Fuck," Adam whispered under his breath. "Here we go again."

Lucifer practically jumped out of the front seat, running up the sidewalk looking concerned, but his tie was noticeably loose, and the buttons on his shirt weren't in the right spot. There was what a bit on lipstick on his neck.

"I got your message, Charlie, is everything alright?" Lucifer asked, looking at his daughter in worry. "No one is hurt, are they?"

"Everything is fine," Adam cut her off, glaring down at the older man. "Abel got scared, I'm taking the boys home."

Lucifer looked between him and the boys, frown curling his expression downwards. "Oh no, that's too bad. I'm so sorry to hear that, I was really looking forward to the weekends they were here..."

Not enough to stop you from going out and plowing Eve on a Friday night, Adam thought in smoldering anger. He'd had to drive all the way across town to drop them off, only to come back in the middle of the fucking night for them.

"Yeah, I had the rest of the weekend planned. Homemade pancakes and waffles with whipped cream and fruit, then I was going to take them to LuLuWorld, and then I was going to let them pick out any toy set they wanted." Lucifer listed off, seemingly legitimately upset by the news. Abel's head picked up off of Adam, and he looked at his step father in sudden fixation.

Eve got out of the car, glare fixed on Adam before rounding it to wrap her arm through Lucifer's. She sure as fuck never wore any dresses like that when he'd been married to her.

"Well, if the boys want to stay with Adam, that's fine. Nothing wrong with that, Charlie likes to stay at her mother's some days too." Eve practically purred, running a finger along Lucifer's jaw. Lucifer looked up at her with adoration that made Adam's stomach turn. How long had it been since he and Lucifer had been friends?

"I think I'm okay now," Abel said, pushing to get down on the ground. Adam let him go, and Abel ran over to his step sister's side, which caused Cain to do the same. "Yeah, I'm totally okay now. Thanks Dad, see you again Monday!"

"Or never, we could just stay here," Cain said under his breath, but Adam heard it anyway.

"Oh good!" Lucifer said, turning to smile at Adam, like he was doing him some kind of favor. "I'm sure you're happy to get your weekends back! I'm sure you're busy."

Eve scoffed, and Adam boiled below the surface.

"Fucking whatever man." Adam turned to walk towards his car, but Eve stopped him with a small smile on her painted lips. Lucifer was already leading the kids back into the house, promising them popcorn and a happier movie to watch.

"Maybe we should rethink custody arrangements?" Eve raised her eyebrow at him, a sly smile darkening her features. "The twins seem much happier here."

Adam fumed, marching up to get in her face, not afraid of how it looked. "Fuck. You. You didn't even want them. I had to fucking beg you to take them on the weekends because they wanted their mom. You're not taking them from me."

Eve didn't seem bothered by his response. "Looks like I already have." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and sauntered back into the house, only sending one last parting message to him. "By the way, Adam? He's bigger."

The door shut behind her, and Adam was left outside, cold, in the dark, and pondering arsony.

"Maybe I'll fucking steal him from you, see how you like it!" Adam shouted at the front door, hands balled up into fists at his sides. "I can't fucking wait until you're miserable and I'm the one sucking his fucking soul out through his co-"

The door creaked back open, and Lucifer looked out of it, brows furrowed. "...Uh...the kids can hear you."

Adam turned bright red from embarrassment. "Fucking good! I'm glad!"

Lucifer stared at him. "... Right, goodnight, Adam."

With that the door shut, and Adam got back into his car, slamming the door closed, and then hitting his head against the steering wheel about fifty times.

First loves sucked. Second loves sucked more. Third loves sucked hardest.

He hoped his ramen in the microwave hadn't gotten mushy.

[yumiis]

i was wondering if you could do nick x reader with reader being in denial/oblivious to nick's flirting with them. like they take it as a joke every time bc they don't think someone would ever be in love with them/like them?

YESS i love this trope you've found my soft spot

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 are you seeing anyone? ; nick

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genre; hurt/comfort, fluff

type; drabble

read below!

Nick wanted you to be his. Super badly. However, every time he made a move, you'd just laugh it off or ignore him completely. It really upset him, but he wouldn't give up on you that easily.

You'd always been the one asked out as a joke, flirted with as a joke, it was always 'ask out Y/n as a joke!'. It absolutely killed your self esteem. It also caused you to not ever dare to reciprocate feelings to anyone, because you knew it would always be too good to be true. Nick included. You figured it was some inside joke with all the guys.

Your phone repeatedly buzzed, Nick's contact appearing on the screen. You slid over to the answer button, "Hello?.." He smiled as you answered, "Y/n! I was worried I wouldn't get ahold of you. Do you wanna do something today? I'm free, the rest of the guys are out." You were floored. This had to be a joke. "Uhh.." You thought for a minute. What could the harm really be? "Sure. What'd you wanna go do?" He smiled widely to himself, finally! He'd get to be alone with you and show you that he really does care, and he's not flirting with you as some cruel joke.

"We could just go to the mall or like, a museum or something? Just to hang out. And uh, don't worry about money! That's on me." He spoke smoothly, no hesitation in his voice whatsoever. You took a deep breath, not knowing what to expect. "O.. Okay. Gotcha. I'll be ready soon then? I can drive over and meet you at the house." He shook his head, "Nah, I'll drive over to you. Be there in thirty!"

In almost exactly thirty minutes time, Nick was knocking on your door. You flattened your shirt, answering the door. "Hey!.." You softly smiled at Nick, noticing he wasn't wearing anything too fancy. "Hey! You look nice. Nicer than me at least, heh." You chuckled a little, "Yeah, heheh.." You were trying your hardest to accept that maybe this wasn't a joke, but it was hard. "Well, you ready? I got all my shit in the car. The mall doesn't close 'til about 8, so we got time!" You nodded, "Ye— yeah!"

You guys spent about an hour or two at the mall, shopping around. Nick threw out some compliments and offered to buy you so much, but you had to decline almost every time. You just felt too guilty if you took that much money from him. He insisted on at least buying you lunch, to which you said was fine.

"So, Y/n," He started as he ate his chicken sandwich, "Are you seeing anyone?" Your face and body went cold, "Huh?" You were confused why he was asking you that. You knew it. This was all some ruse set up by the boys to make a fool out of you. "Like, are you going out with anyone?" You slowly shook your head, "Uhm, no, I uh.. I guess not." Nick looked a little sad, "You wouldn't consider this seeing eachother?" He nonchalantly asked you. You perked up. "I— Oh! Oh, uhm!.."

Nick tilted his head, "Or if you don't like me in that way and i'm taking this wrong that's fine! Just tell me that, because I know you kinda ignore or laugh off any time I make like.. any flirtatious comment.." He smiled sheepishly. You sighed, "No, it's not like that.. I, uh, I do like you like that. I was just like," You paused for a second, waving your hands around a little, "Bullied in school. So I was always the one that was asked out as a joke." He stared at you in awe. "I thought this was all some joke."

"This was never a joke," He placed his hand on top of yours, "Me liking you was never a joke. The guys were really all out today, they all actually really want me to start seeing you. They all really like you, dude." You smiled softly, looking back at Nick. "So? Are you seeing anyone?"

"... Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am."

[loveemii]

AFTER SCHOOL !!

Kamado Trio x Afab - 3rd years (2)

SKIT: Hangouts after school are always untamed

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“Y/n!” Mr. Kyojuro gently stopped Y/n’s shoulder, she turned around. “Yes Mr. Kyojuro?” She asked, “Be sure to turn in that digital assignment by tonight.” He reminded in a joyful yet stern voice. She smiled, “I will.” Y/n walked down the hall and was met by Tanjiro who waved her down the hall, next to him were her other friends Inosuke and Zenitsu.

“Hey guys! You ready for that super scary movie tonight~!” Y/n emphases ‘super scary’ in a ghost accent. Tanjiro giggles and smiles as he nods, “Yeah!” They all agree, Inosuke was obviously a little more vibrant when speaking.

They all walked to the movie theaters that was closer to the school and bought 4 tickets from the lady in the plastic booth where she slid the tickets to them at the bottom of the silver desk.

After they got the tickets they had to check in with another woman who stamped their tickets and the security guard watched them skeptical, especially the kid with the unbuttoned school shirt. Inosuke always did that after school since he couldn’t in school.

“Kid, button that shirt. You can’t be dressed that way in here.” The security stopped them before they walked in the theater completely. Inosuke didn’t want trouble but grunted in anger and annoyance as he buttoned his shirt.

They were allowed in, they got a huge bucket of popcorn and 2 large sodas. One for the guys and one for Y/n herself. Oh and a few candy bars.

Ads passed the time before the instructions to turn off phones had played on the silver screen, then the movie started. The lights started to dim and Inosuke was already reaching fr his candy bar, which Zenitsu was holding as Tanjiro had the popcorn.

Y/n took a sip of her soft drink, Zenitsu flinched away from Inosuke as he hand almost touched his face. “Look where you’re reaching boar!” Zenitsu silently scolded Inosuke, who slapped his face pretty good as the sound kind of echoed through the dark room. Y/n spit out her drink through her nose and tried to really hold in her laugh. Tanjiro was in shock on how such a thing could happen.

Inosuke got his candy bar, “Shh!” Someone in the back hissed, Y/n grabbed a handful of popcorn, turned and threw it at them. Inosuke went a little overboard and threw a handfuls at the person, the popcorn was still enough for them to eat though.

Later in the movie the popcorn was finished and Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Y/n ate their candy bars. Zenitsu screamed in fear a few times and cling onto Y/n who was just as equally as scared but tried to be brave. “Y/n I’m scared~!” Zenitsu quivered in absolute fear.

Y/n gripped his hand, “It’s ok Zenitsu me too..” She had pretended to be a little more brave than she actually was. Tanjiro made a few faces as some gory scenes came on screen, Zenitsu had to look away. Inosuke was into it, he watched without hesitation.

After the movie ended the dark lights turned on and we’re at a dim, they took their trash and empty cups out the theaters and walked down the hall to leave the dark room, throwing their trash at the end of the dim lit hall.

“Great movie right guys!?” Y/n again, tried to sound braver than she was watching the movie. “Yeah..great movie!” Zenitsu said in a shake, Tanjiro agreed and so did Inosuke. As they left the theater Y/n had realized the time and remembered what Mr. Kyojuro had said to her about her assignment.

“MY ASSIGNMENT!” Y/n shouted i fear as she ran out the theater and dashed home, confused as they were. Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu all looked at each other before running near behind her. Y/n shouted again, “MY ASSIGNMENT!”

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[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter sixty three

close to home | chapter sixty three

plot: the reader and Daryl reconnect in a treehouse

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,499 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, alcohol use, tipsy sex (the best kind tbh) no plot just smut so ya'll are welcome A/N: thank you for reading!!

By nightfall, a fire was going, Daryl returned from a quick and successful hunt, and you unpacked all your supplies. He’d grabbed mattress pads and blankets, pillows, food, water, candles, and a bottle of wine. Jerry must’ve snuck in one of his cobblers because a small one was sitting in one of the bags. There were also tarps that you didn’t know what for--until Daryl got back and nailed them to cover the windows. 

It was dark in the treehouse except for the fire and a few candles. You had already eaten what Daryl brought back--rabbit--and were eating the cobbler straight out of the container with the open bottle of wine. 

“I gotta have Jerry tell me how he makes these.” You mumbled through your food. “I could eat one every day of my life. 

Daryl smiled at you but didn’t say anything. He’d been quiet since he came back from hunting--which was only about thirty minutes anyway. He was happy, you could tell, and you knew he was at peace, which is why he was quiet. 

You grabbed the wine bottle by its neck and took a few sips. “Where did you get this?”

“Stole it from Ezekiel.”

You chuckled and took another sip, feeling it bubble in your chest. “He’s gonna kill you.”

He grabbed the bottle from you and drank from it. “He ain’ ever gonna know.” 

You smiled at Daryl and lifted the fork up to his mouth. He rolled his eyes but ate off it anyway.

“Tell me about you from before,” Daryl said, turning around to lay back with his head in your lap. 

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

You smiled and sat your hand on his upper chest as you thought about his request. You weren’t even sure where to begin, honestly. You decided to first start with your family: your two sisters and mother and father. You told him about growing up on a farm, all the crap that came with it, and all the trouble you got up to.

You told him funny stories about you in high school and the friends you had. About all the silly fights you got into with your sisters and even your cousins. About when you ran away from home, but your mom caught you right before you skipped town. 

“College was nice. I made a lot of friends and had so much fun,” You said, putting the wine bottle down. You were definitely buzzed, and you knew Daryl was too from how he laughed freely along with you. 

You reached down and unbuttoned his shirt's first couple of buttons to gently run your fingers against his chest. “When I got accepted into medical school, me and my sisters got so drunk at the bar that the sheriff had to give us a ride home.”

“I woulda loved ya back then if we ever met,” Daryl said, looking up at you. 

“You wouldn’t have even looked twice. I was a farm-raised nobody.” 

He shook his head. “I woulda loved ya. Woulda saw you on the street and been a goner.”

You smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “You’re crazy, that’s what you are.” You rubbed your hand against his upper chest; his skin was smooth other than old scars. With your other hand you grabbed the bottle and took a long sip. It was almost done. 

“Tell me about you from before.”

“Ya don’ wanna know about that. Probably would walk right on outta here.”

“I wouldn’t,” You cupped his cheeks and stared down at him. “It’s too cold outside for me to leave. I’d have to at least stay here until the sun was up.”

Daryl swatted your hands away and then begrudgingly told you about him. You already knew more than just the basics, such as how his mother and father died--and you knew how Merle died already. So he told you about his years in high school and how he was always either ditching or suspended for ditching. Which didn’t surprise you. 

He’d had a few friends that Merle didn’t fuck up for him, but after they graduated, they went off to college, and he stayed home.

“I was a piece shit, honestly, didn’ do nothin’ good for myself.” Daryl told you. 

“That’s not true,” You said, although you partially agreed with him. Not about the piece of shit part, but the old Daryl didn’t seem to make the best decisions and resembled nothing of the man you’d married. “Besides, you’re one of the strongest, bravest, smartest, and sexiest men I know.”

“One of ‘em? Who are the others?”

You laughed at his joke. “You know what I mean, old man.”

“It’s been a while since ya called me that. Didn’ realize till now just how much I missed it.” Daryl sat up and spun around. He grabbed you by the legs and pulled you closer, and you set your legs on his upper thighs, and his were outstretched behind you. 

You set your hands on either of his cheeks as your head swooned a little bit. You and him were definitely wine tipsy; enough to take the edges and awkwardness off. But you felt safe up in the treehouse, and you felt protected. You played with the scruff on his chin as he stared at you. 

“Do ya believe me?”

You nodded and pressed your forehead against his lips, getting a few soft kisses. You set your hands on his chest and unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way so you could see his skin. You kissed his collarbone and wrapped your arms around his lower waist. His muscles were taunted under your fingertips, and you could feel him tensing each time you kissed him. 

Daryl mumbled your name, and his body relaxed against your touch. You scooted closer and moved your lips up his neck. You pushed his shirt off and ran your hands down his biceps; he was so muscular, so strong, even when relaxed. You couldn’t stop yourself from running your fingernails along the lengths of his arm, which left goosebumps in their wake. 

You moved your hand down his abdomen and to his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper for a second while running your tongue up the length of his neck. 

“Jesus Christ,” Daryl grunted. 

You smiled against his skin before pushing your hand between his jeans and briefs and palming his growing erection. You sucked gently on one of the spots on his neck you knew he loved, and you felt him grow even harder. 

One of Daryl’s hands reached up to pull out your braid, and your hair fell over your shoulders, tickling his skin, and he fisted his hand through your hair at the base of your head. You moaned as you sucked on his skin, dipping your hand into his briefs and running it along his velvety smooth skin. 

“You’re so hard, honey, is everything okay?” You whispered in his ear. 

His chest was moving up and down rapidly as he nodded. You squeezed him before wiping your thumb across his leaking precum tip. 

“So fuckin’ sexy.”

“Tell me what you want, old man.” You leaned back to look at his beautiful eyes. “Tell me how you want me.”

“On your knees.”

Not even a minute later, you were naked with your legs spread out, ass in the air, and Daryl was thrusting into you hard from behind. The position had him reaching parts inside of you you didn’t think were possible, and you struggled not to cry from how good it felt. 

Daryl’s hands held your hips tight as he slammed into you repeatedly. 

Then one of those hands wrapped around your hair, and he pulled you upwards. The pain from it was nothing compared to how good it felt being dominated like that, and you moaned loudly and closed your eyes. One hand wrapped around your middle, with a hand palming your breast, while the other gripped your hip. 

“Ya like that?” His breath was hot in your ear, sending chills down your body. “Ya gotta use ya words, pretty girl.”

“Yes, yes,” You were desperate. His hoarse voice in your ear and his grunts and moans were too much for you. “Daryl, I’m going to-.” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before you were coming. You clenched around him as you moaned and pleaded his name louder than ever. 

“Such a good girl,” Daryl said. His thrusts were like torture through your orgasm, and you could hear how wet you were. 

“Daryl,” You moaned. You couldn’t believe this side of him; it had to have been the alcohol. He was never this talkative. 

“Ya want more, baby girl? Tell me what ya want.”

You couldn’t even think straight, and then when you felt his lips clamp down around your neck, your eyes rolled back, and you were speechless. But you thanked God Daryl wasn’t. 

“Ya so fuckin’ wet for me.”

“I missed this little pussy so bad, gorgeous.”

“Fuck, (Y/N)...”

“Suck on these for me, will ya, darlin’?”

Without even hesitating, you opened your mouth and sucked harshly on his fingers before they were ripped away from you, and within seconds you felt them rub against your clit in time with his thrusts. 

“Daryl…” You nearly yelled and leaned your head back against your shoulder. 

“Ya know how good ya taste, baby girl?” He asked before bringing his fingers up to his mouth. You turned to watch him; his cheeks hollowed as he sucked you off his fingers. Then he returned them to your clit for a few seconds before showing them in your mouth. 

You moaned against his fingers, licking and sucking until he was satisfied. His fingers were only on you for a few seconds before you nearly started yelling when you came again. 

“That’s right, baby girl,” He grunted, thrusting through your orgasm. “Tell me how much you like it?”

“Oh God, Daryl, so much.” You moaned loudly. “I need more of you.”

Your back hit the mattress pad, and he was slamming into you before you could blink. Your legs were jelly, and you couldn’t bring them up to wrap around his waist, so they went slack as he fucked you hard. You couldn’t fathom how much stamina he had tonight, nor all his dirty talk. 

“Daryl…” You whined as he repeatedly hit the same spot again and again, winding you up all over again. 

“I know, baby girl, I know.” His voice was so deep and hoarse in your ear, and you ran your fingernails along his back, making him groan. “‘M gonna fuckin’ cum inside of ya, fill ya up so good. Make ya mine.”

“I already am,” You whimpered at a particularly hard thrust, and you could feel yourself starting to get sore. Tears leaked from your eyes at how good it felt, and he paused for a second and looked at you, wiping them away. 

“Feel good?” He asked you under his breath. 

You nodded. “Keep going, hard.”

Daryl fucked you like he did the night that he asked you to marry him; hard, with his hands, mouth, tongue, and teeth everywhere he could touch. You were sure you left scratches bleeding down his back as you came one more time before he did, filling you so much so you could feel it leaking out before he even finished. 

You winced when he pulled out of you before letting your sweaty body relax into the mattress bad. 

“Fuck,” Daryl muttered. “Darlin’, ya bleedin’.”

“Hmm?”

“I made ya bleed, I- I am so sorry.” 

You sat up partially and saw little blood on him. “It’s okay. It’s been a really long time since I had it like that. I’m just sore, it doesn’t hurt.”

“Are ya sure?”

You nodded, “Just get something to clean me off.”

He chuckled, gave you a yes, ma’am, and was gone for a second before he was back, taking care of you like he always did. Then he brought you into his arms, and you sighed with content against his chest. 

“We should drink like that more often. You were…”

“Don’ remind me.”

You smiled and looked up at him. “I loved it. Why haven’t you said anything like that before?”

“Just kept it up in my head, I guess.”

You snuggled closer to him under the warm blanket. “Well, I except to be called baby girl much more often, old man.”

“Ain’ an old man.”

***

The following day, you woke up to an erection digging into your back so hard you were sure it left it bruise, and you woke Daryl to give his body what it clearly wanted. The two of you made slow, tender love to each other for nearly an hour before your stomach grumbled too hard, and Daryl went to fetch you something to eat from the supplies you brought. 

After eating, you got dressed and went outside. The sun was shining again, and about a foot of beautiful, crystal snow had partially frozen over. Your boots crunched over it as you and Daryl worked to clear the platform and the parts of the roof you could reach. 

“I wanna walk around. I need to stretch my legs.” You told him as you grabbed your weapons. Your machete went to its usual home, but you left the bow behind. 

Daryl followed you down the rope ladder, and you both took a few seconds to look around the area before walking. Flurries were floating around from the branches above you and the wind, so when you looked at Daryl, his hair was coated in them. You knew yours must match. 

“You wanna know what I love most about you, Dixon.” You asked him. 

“What, Dixon?”

You smiled, your heart fluttering. “That you’re not what I expected you to be. When we first met.”

“What did you expect?”

You shrugged. “Some macho, manly man who didn’t have a care about anything in the world.”

“Ya sayin’ I ain’ manly?”

Laughing loudly, you looped your arm around his. “I’m not saying you aren’t. I’m just saying that you’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever known. Both before and after. And I just really admire you for it.” Daryl blushed and shook his head, and you stood on your toes to kiss his red cheek. “Just as I said, sweet.”

Daryl grunted in response and said he was going to check the snares. You watched as he walked away, admiring him in his shawl and how he carried his crossbow. He was a perfect figure against snow blankets, and you bit your lip as you watched him. 

There was still lingering anxiety as you looked at him. You believed that he wouldn’t let what happened happen again. But you weren’t quite sure about it. He didn’t know the future. You didn’t. And it killed you to think that it could happen again. You weren’t sure if you could survive it. You barely survived it the first time--if you had, you wouldn’t have fallen into him again so quickly. You would’ve been able to let him walk out of your room at the kingdom and be content with never seeing him again. 

You sighed to yourself and crossed your arms. It was freezing but the fresh air felt nice against your rosy cheeks. And the surrounding area was so peacefully quiet that you wanted to bask in it. 

Something hit the back of your head, and you felt snow fall into the back of your jacket. You scoffed and turned again. “Did you really just throw a snowball at me, Dixon?” 

He had another one in his hand, about five yards from you. He tossed it into the air and caught it. “I did.”

“What are you, ten years old?” You asked but bent down to pick up snow in your own hand. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him about to throw another one at you, and you quickly jumped behind a tree. 

“Can’ hide from me, foreve’,” 

You smiled widely and leaned against the tree. You could hear the crunch of his footsteps, and when he was close enough, you ducked around the tree and jumped on his back. You shoved the snow into his face and laughed loudly. 

“I let ya do that,” Daryl said as he wiped snow off his nose.

Your boots hit the ground, and then Daryl grabbed you, pinning you against the tree before you even realized it. “You did not. You must be losing your touch in your golden years,” You said. 

“That ain’ what ya said last night.” Daryl dipped his head and whispered in your ear. “Think ya was tellin’ me how much ya need me.” His voice was deep, and you felt your stomach flip. 

You looked up at him as flashbacks of the night before and then this morning when he was buried deep inside you. You felt heat run straight through you, grabbed him by his shawl, and brought his lips to yours. You could still hear those words ringing in your head. 

Daryl pushed you against the tree with his body, and you reached down to palm him over his jeans. His lips moved quickly over yours, and his hands couldn’t find a spot to settle. 

“Gotta get ya back to the treehouse, huh?” He mumbled against your lips. 

You shook your head and unzipped his jeans. “Here.”

“It’s freezin’ out,”

“I don’t fucking care,” You said, kissing him again. 

Daryl groaned against your lips before stepping away and taking off his shawl. You were instantly touching him again, trying to reconnect your lips when he had you lie down on the shawl, and he worked at taking off your sweats. You could feel the cold from the snow as soon as your pants were off, but you ignored it. 

Your cold fingers worked at lowering his pants enough to get his cock out, and you had only just started moving your hand up and down when he swatted your hand away to spread your legs for him. You bit your lip at seeing him lining up to fuck you. 

His fingers were as cold as ice when he rubbed them against your clit and teased your opening. Your eyes screwed shut, and you moaned softly. “Don’t tease me.”

He didn’t say anything as he thrust hard into you, which had you nearly yelling in arousal. Your fingers locked around his neck as he fucked you. You could feel snow everywhere, and your legs tingled with cold, but it was exhilarating. Having him fuck you outside like this. 

“Fuck, ya so wet, baby girl,” Daryl grunted in your ear. “All for me.”

***

You and Daryl arrived at Alexandria four days later, hand in hand. Eugene was manning the gate, and he was happy to see the two of you. There were a few other people on watch. Some of them Daryl hadn’t met you, so you introduced them. The streets were slushy, and you kept slipping next to him as you walked toward your house. 

"(Y/N)!”

You smiled as soon as you heard Judith yelling for you, and when you saw her running as fast as she could, you dropped Daryl’s hand to meet her halfway. You scooped her up and spun her around before putting her back on the ground and cupping her cheeks. “I missed you so much, Jude.” You said. 

“You missed the first snow,” She whined. “We didn’t get to have our annual snowball fight. And you were gone longer than you said you’d be.”

“I know, sweetie. I’m sorry. I came as soon as Adam cleared me.”

“Can I see your scar?” She asked with excitement. 

You laughed and nodded. “Later. Look who’s with me.”

Judith looked around you and smiled wide when she saw her uncle. “Daryl!”

You smiled as she threw herself into his arms, and then the door opened, and Michonne walked out in her pajamas. She was thrown off when she saw you but quickly came over to hug you. “I wasn’t expecting you back so soon. I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I wanted to surprise the kids.” You said, adjusting the bow on your shoulder. You lowered your voice and looked at your best friend, who kept glancing back at Daryl. “We want to work things out. I want to work things out. I love him.”

She slowly smiled and nodded. “I’m happy to see it. Is he moving back in?”

“Yeah, but we can move into one of the emptier houses.”

“No, I want you with me,” Michonne told you. “And it would break Judith and RJ's heart if you did.”

[charlotte-family-apologist]

Random Kombat Kids headcanons!! They have rotted my brain :DD

Yes, I’m including Frost.

Takeda HATES loose clothing, hates the way it rubs against him and the way it looks on him in general. Also hates short and sleeveless shirts, doesn’t like feeling exposed. Will wear tight, long sleeve shirts even during training.

When Cassie came out as a lesbian to Johnny his immediate reaction was ‘I know’ (he’s supportive dw he’s just been waiting for her to realize it). Her first crush was Mortica Adams with Mai Valentine as a close second.

Frost once ate poisonous berries from the Articka wilderness and was hospitalized, she was 14.

Kung Jin is Sonya’s favorite Kombat Kid (Cassie doesn’t count). The two are both kleptomaniacs and have both picked up the bad habit of stealing small things from base. They need to stop, the special forces is running out of pens…

Jacqui really loves animals (I’m also headcanonning Vera was a vet) and used to read those thin, white, nonfiction animal books from the school library.

Takeda also has a lot of body hair. The first time his shirt rode up during training and exposed his happy trail made Jacqui (and Jin) feel like a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time.

The Shirai Ryu doesn’t really do technology, but Takeda has a really old flip phone that he refuses to part with. So old it still has flappy bird, Cassie keeps trying to buy it off him, claiming it a ‘modern artifact’. But he rejects every offer.

Frost has insomnia and bad night terrors. When she can’t sleep she’ll make herself tea. She has run into Noob Saibot just standing in the kitchen several times, but she’s convinced she hallucinated the encounters and doesn’t want to stress out Kuai Liang by telling him. Spoiler: He was there, just using what little humanity he has left to check up on his brother.

Jin was a serial dine and dasher, the only reason he stopped was because he was subjected to Fujin’s disappointed state for an entire week when joined the Shaolin.

Cassie can’t STAND spicy food. Which is weird since both Johnny and Sonya enjoy it. It gives her heartburn.

Jacqui loves to wear jewelry but rarely does so because she sees it as impractical. Really wants to get her belly button pierced.

[kiddbegins]

Usually a Wilson girl but I had an idea for Chase lol.

What if he and reader went on like a date or something and the reader baked/cooked something....or had like some lotion/chapstick/lipgloss/idk on and it had strawberries in it and the reader obviously didn't know and yeah.

Strawberries - Robert Chase

Robert Chase x fem!reader Word count: idk I wrote this right here A/n: idk if I got the hospital stuff right but shhh ignore.

Baking is your love language. You have always loved to make some sort of sweet for the people around you. Birthday? Here’s a homemade cake for you. Graduation? Here’s some cookies.

Part of that meant remembering everyone’s favorites. Your sister would die for a white cake with lemon frosting. Your boss had a soft spot for red velvet with cream cheese icing.

The one person you haven’t gotten that information on was the man of your eye, Robert Chase. You’ve been on one single date, a nice restaurant that he insisted he pay on. But tonight you asked him to come over.

You planned on making dinner and of course you had to make a dessert. Strawberry cupcakes were your personal favorite and since you were already anxious it seemed like a win-win. Robert would be able to feel the attraction you felt towards him and you’d be able to breathe while you ate.

Win-win.

As you waited for him to show up you nitpicked at everything. Just slightly adjusting the two plates on the table at least three times in an attempt to not over think. He was just running late, he wasn’t ghosting you and he’d be here any second.

Which was true. Just as you started to think maybe you should give up (which is dramatic, it’s only been ten minutes), there was a couple gentle knocks on your front door. “Coming.”

You weren’t dressed up to the nines but still, the dress you wore was fancy enough that it was fitting for a nice dinner. His outfit was similar. Dark but well fitting jeans but a nice buttoned up shirt that was rolled up to his elbows.

“Wow you look… amazing,” his accented voice made you blush as it always did, ducking your head down slightly.

“Thanks, so do you. Come in. I made spaghetti bolognese, hope that’s good,” you stepped aside, rubbing your thumb nail against your index finger nervously as he stepped into your apartment.

Sure you’d been talking for a couple weeks but you didn’t exactly reach the ‘visiting one another’s places’ stage yet. Or, at least not until now. So his intense curiosity at your decor felt a bit overwhelming.

“That’s fine, I like that statue by the tv,” he pointed towards the small Greek statue right next to your television, a small smile spreading on your face.

“Thanks, it’s a uh, Medusa. I won’t bore you with the lore and stuff,” you chuckled, motioning for him to follow you into the dining room.

He was quiet for a moment behind you before sighing, “I doubt it’s boring. But it’ll be a story for next time right?” A warm smile growing on his face as he saw the set up table. “Wow, this looks great.”

Once more you blushed, unable to stop the way his face and accent made your heart nearly leap into your throat.

“Thanks, uh, thank you. I’ve always liked cooking and baking, that’s why I offered to make you dinner. I hope it’s okay,” you said nervously, putting the bowl of food onto the table and sitting across from Chase.

Of course as soon as it was set and the food dispersed you ate, going on about work and just, getting to know one another. What life was like in Australia for him, how life was for you back in your hometown.

Simple things, casual dinner talk. “You said you like baking? How’d you get into that?” He asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin as you stood to clear the dishes.

“My grandma insisted that I learn how she made her snickerdoodle cookies and chocolate cake. That snowballed into messing with recipes when I was bored. Took home ec and culinary in high school.” You explained as you rinsed the plates off.

“What’s your favorite thing to make?”

“Oh god, probably cakes? I’ve gotten pretty damn good at decorating them so it’s fun. You can tweak any little thing to put your own spin on the flavor. It’s amazing.”

You couldn’t help but get a bit excited talking about it. It was the one major connection between you and your grandmother that felt strong enough to last centuries. Generations.

Chase stood, walking up next to you, “That’s really cool, you’ll have to show me sometime.” He grinned, leaning up against the counter and looking down at you.

“I uh, I actually made some cupcakes for tonight. So if you wanted to try some of my baking,” you offered, turning slightly to him.

“Yes please,” he answered immediately, “I’d love to.”

His response made your stomach flutter, reaching over for the container you kept the cupcakes in. “Here, have one,” you held it out to him, waiting for him to take it before you took your own.

“Thanks,” his voice soft as he unwrapped the treat and took a bite.

You paused in anticipation before seeing his face drop. “What? What’s wrong?” You asked quickly, putting your own down.

“Is this strawberry?” He questioned, you nodding, confusion very clear on your face.

Before he could reply again he fell to the floor, the cupcake rolling away from him slightly. “Shit,” you went to kneel next to him before stopping yourself.

911, call 911. You ran to grab your phone and called before going to kneel next to him. You were just a baker, you didn’t know the first thing about medical crap.

All you could do was loosen the buttons by his neck and check that he was still getting air in. Not too long after you called there was a knock on the door and the first responders were giving him epinephrine and taking him away to the hospital.

Of course you were right behind, driving as quickly (and safely) as you could, to get there when he did.

“Hi im uh, Robert chase just got brought in for a uh, well I’m assuming an allergic reaction, could I go see him?” You talked to the lady in the emergency room, being told to wait as she checked someone was even here.

When she came back she nodded, “follow me.” The lady guided you to a curtain, pushing it aside to show the blonde laying on the bed with an iv in his hand and a pulsometer on his finger.

“God, I am so sorry-“

“Hey, don’t be, you didn’t know.” He cut you off before you could even get the apology out. “I should have said something about the strawberry thing if anything. I knew you were cooking and baking.”

You shook your head, “I should’ve asked. But you’ll be okay right?” You questioned, moving a chair to sit beside him.

“Yeah, not the first time it’s happened. Definitely won’t be the last.” He sighed, shaking his head. “Life right?”

A soft chuckle came from you before you nodded, “Yeah I guess so. I’ll be sure to avoid strawberries from now on.” You offered.

“Probably a good idea.” He replied with a laugh, no hard feelings at all.

“I think this is the first time I’ve almost killed my date.”

“For my sake please make it your last too,” he joked, shifting slightly on the hospital bed.

You fake thought about it with a hum before nodding. “I’ll see what I can do.”

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Cherry Wine

(Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader)

Chapter: 5/?

Total Word Count: 24,854

CW: none

(full chapter linked here)

[You]

“ーdon’t care if you didn’t know anything about it. They’re still your dogs.”

Alcina's voice, sharp and barely above a whisper, pulls you from your afternoon nap. You stay still, letting the conversation play out as you listen in.

"I realize it may be difficult for your booze-addled brain to graspー" she snaps, her frustration cutting through the air. There’s a tense pause as she listens, her grip tightening around the phone, knuckles white with restrained anger.

“Yes...they mean a great deal to me,” she adds, her tone softening just for a heartbeat before hardening again. "Finally, something useful. Thank you."

Whatever Karl says next makes her lip curl in disgust. Her voice drops, dripping with venom. "I’d rather stab my own eyes out."

You can almost hear Karl’s laugh on the other side of the line, but Alcina ends the call abruptly, her patience clearly worn thin.

“What was that about?”, you ask, slowly getting up from the bed. While the injuries on your back have pretty much healed, you’re still left with a chunk of flesh missing from your shoulder and a bandage on your side where the mutant stabbed you.

“Hm?”, Alcina looks at you through the mirror slightly surprised, ”I’m sorry dear, I didn’t mean to wake you. Did you sleep well?”

“I slept fine,” you huff, though the words feel more like an automatic response than the truth. Since the attack, Alcina’s been distant and secretive. She still cares—of course, she does—but there’s a growing chasm between you. She’s gone before you wake up, buried in her office when you go to sleep. The only time she’s consistently present is during breakfast, and even that’s only at your and the girls' insistence.

You’re not naïve; you know she has an entire estate to manage, and that consumes much of her time. But this feels different, something beyond the usual burdens of leadership. You try to give her space, not wanting to seem needy, but it’s starting to wear on you—this constant sense of her slipping further away.

“Why were you calling Lord Heisenberg?” you ask, trying to keep your voice casual, but the question feels heavier than intended. The rivalry between them was legendary, built on decades of animosity. If Alcina was reaching out to him of all people, something serious must be happening.

Alcina’s eyes flicker with something unreadable before she schools her expression. "It was just business," she replies, but the edge in her tone doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Of course it was.”, you snippily answer. You move to the closet and begin putting on a loose button up shirt that doesn’t aggravate your injuries

Alcina frowns, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’ve been doing a lot of ‘business’ lately,” you say, the frustration in your voice barely concealed. Without waiting for a reply, you leave the room, needing space—anywhere but there.

You wander the castle halls aimlessly, your mind spinning with unanswered questions. As you walk, a familiar buzzing fills the air, and you feel the gentle tickle of horse flies landing on your shoulder. You recognize them immediately. “Hi, Cass…care to join me for a walk?”

Cassandra doesn’t respond with words, but more flies gather around your back, their vibrations soothing your frayed nerves. You take it as a yes.

“Off we go then,” you mutter, allowing the comforting presence of Cassandra to guide you as you head toward the gardens, the castle’s towering walls fading into the background.

You settle on a stone bench, taking a bite of the raw pork you swiped from the kitchen. The flavor is rich, but you barely savor it as you glance at the flies hovering nearby. You offer some to Cassandra, but she turns it down.

“I already ate,” she replies, her voice disjointed, like it’s carried by the wind.

“Not another maid, I hope. Your mother’s not hiring again until next season.”

After your attack, tensions ran high, and a few unlucky maids paid the price. The first was the laundry maid—Cassandra had cut out her tongue.

"Next time, she’ll move with urgency," she had said, her voice cold and indifferent.

You chew the pork slowly, letting the silence linger. Despite her brutality, you know she acted out of fear. They all did.

You finish eating and then wipe your hands on the grass, letting out a slow breath as you watch the flies swirl in lazy patterns around you. Cassandra stays close, though she’s unusually quiet today. You try not to let the unease settle in, but it’s hard to ignore how jumpy everyone’s been since your attack. The castle feels different—like it’s holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” you say softly, not really expecting a response.

Cassandra’s swarm shifts slightly, the buzzing intensifying for a moment before settling again. "She hesitated," comes her eventual reply, her tone distant. "You could’ve bled out and died."

You nod, understanding her logic even if you don’t agree with the method. "But not everyone’s as quick as you. Fear doesn’t make always people move— sometimes it freezes them." You think back to your own encounter, how you were outnumbered but still fought. "I know you're trying to protect me, protect all of us, but the maids... they don’t deserve to pay for my shortcomings."

Cassandra reforms beside you. She narrows her eyes, her sickle hanging loosely at her side. “They need to be better. We all do.” She sounds more resolute than you expect, her voice carrying a conviction that makes you wonder if she’s telling you, or herself.

You lift the corner of your sleeve to her face, gently wiping away the blood from the side of her mouth. Predictably, Cassandra instinctively leans away, but otherwise doesn’t put up much of a fight. 

"Where are your sisters?" you ask after a moment

“Dani’s in the library, and Bela was headed to the armory last I saw.”

"Why don't you have a maid prepare some tea and join Dani in the library?" you suggest. "I’ll go fetch Bela, and we can all look through those dissection books—maybe even try out a few techniques."

Cassandra’s eyes flicker with undeniable interest, her lips twitching into a barely concealed grin. "I suppose that sounds...acceptable," she replies, trying to mask her enthusiasm.

You roll your eyes at her feigned indifference as she dissolves into a swarm of flies, the familiar buzzing fading as she heads back toward the castle. A smirk tugs at your lips as you stand up from the bench. Dissection books might be just the thing to focus the girls' restless energy—and maybe yours as well.

By the time you enter the armory, you barely manage to sidestep a few scattered weapons littering the floor. The clutter is unexpected, considering Bela's usual precision, but you hold your tongue.

"Apologies," Bela says, glancing up from inspecting a sword. "Not many people come down here, so I didn’t think the mess would be an issue."

You raise a brow, a hint of amusement in your voice. “I didn’t realize you were preparing for battle.”

She chuckles, placing the sword onto a nearby rack. “Not prepping for battle, just doing inventory…just in case.”

You look at her in confusion," Just in case of what?”

Sensing she misspoke, Bela’s usual calm falters. "Uhh…I’m not obligated to say."

Her hesitance fuels a sudden irritation inside you.  If Bela’s hiding something, it’s because Alcina asked her to, and that thought makes your blood boil. It’s one thing for Alcina to lie or keep secrets from you, but dragging her daughters into it? It’s insulting. The shift in how she’s treating you is infuriating.

You take a deep breath, trying to maintain some semblance of calm. “Bela,” you say, your voice steady, “can you please tell me the real reason you’re taking inventory of the armory?”

Bela’s eyes dart to the floor, her fingers twitching slightly around the hilt of a dagger she’s holding. “I’m sorry, I really can’t...It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but...Mother insisted. She’s been more on edge since your attack, and—” She stops herself.

You feel the knot of frustration tighten. “On edge about what?” you press.

"She’s just...preparing. For what, I don’t know. But whatever it is, Mother is just trying to protect all of us.”

You narrow your eyes at Bela, trying to read between the lines. Preparing? For what? Bela shifts uncomfortably under your gaze. “I shouldn’t have said anything,” she mutters, stepping back toward the weapons rack, avoiding your stare.

"Bela, stop." Your voice comes out sharper than you intended. You pause, taking a deep breath before speaking again, your tone now softer and more measured.

“I’m sorry. I’m not upset with you. I’m just...frustrated with everything right now. Why don’t you take a break? Your sisters are in the library waiting for you.”

Bela hesitates, her eyes darting to the weapons that still litter the armory. She looks like she wants to say something but keeps it to herself.

“If Alcina asks, just tell her it was my fault,” you add with a small smile, trying to ease the tension.

After a moment, Bela nods, her shoulders relaxing just slightly. "Alright, if you’re sure..." She gives one last glance before heading toward the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You lean against one of the cold stone walls of the armory, the clatter of scattered weapons barely registering in your mind. The frustration bubbles up again, relentless. It’s not just the secrecy—it’s the distance. Ever since the attack, Alcina’s been pulling away, retreating behind a wall of duty and vague explanations. And now, bringing Bela into it? It stings.

Does she really think you can’t handle the truth?

You clench your jaw, anger simmering beneath the surface. You’ve faced down those creatures, survived their attacks, stood beside her daughters like family, and yet—Alcina keeps you in the dark. What does she think will happen if she lets you in? Does she see you as incapable of handling what’s coming? Or worse, does she think you’re stupid —that you can’t comprehend the danger or the complexities of whatever she’s hiding?

The thought twists painfully. Are you nothing more than the unruly pet Miranda thrust upon her? Just another duty to fulfill, another burden for her to bear?

Your mind churns, cycling through every possible reason for her distance. Your memories are still a shattered mess, you have no official role in the castle, and now, with your injuries, you’re even more of a burden. Each day, it feels like you’re slipping further away from what you once thought you had with her.

Maybe this relationship was never meant to last. Maybe, in the end, you were always going to be just another fleeting obligation, another temporary guest in her world, never truly belonging.

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HIGHSCHOOL JAYLEX FUUUCK

I saw a short and it reminded me of Alex. Here it is

Sixteen-year-old Jay sighed as he laid peacefully on sixteen-year-old Alex's bed, quietly. They had a project currently. Jay hummed as he wrote something down. Alex took off his glasses and rubbed his face.

"My brain is melting.." Alex grunted.

Jay cleared his throat, that was an attractive voice.

"Yeah.." Jay hummed.

Alex flopped back onto the floor, groaning. "I'm so tired!!! Why can't we just faaaail." Alex whined.

Jay laughed softly and got off the bed, onto the floor. He knelt next to Alex. "How about we order some pizza, eat and go to bed, we'll get back to work tomorrow since we have no school tomorrow." Jay said.

Alex looked at him and nodded. Jay got up to go downstairs to get the pizza order list and so he can use the wall phone. He was a foot from the door when Alex groaned. Jay looked back at hi groggy crush and stared. He was stretching, his shirt lifting to show his stomach. Jay stared, he has a little hair under his belly button, it's hot.

"What are you staring at? F-g." Alex snapped. "Don't talk to me like that, or you're getting no pizza." Jay huffed.

Alex whined, rolling side to side. Jay giggled a bit as Alex squirmed over. He grabbed Jay's PJ pants and looked up.

"Sorry, for calling you the word." he hummed.

Jay nodded and he went to order the pizza. Jay got Alex's favorite pizza and went back upstairs to see Alex napping. Jay picked up his glasses and closed the arms, putting them on his desk. Soon the pizza came, and Jay went downstairs to get it. His mother was woken in this process. "Hi pumpkin, are you doing good?" she asked. "Yeah, we got tired, so we're going to eat and sleep." Jay said. "Is Alex staying the weekend again?" his mother asked. "I don't know, I'll ask him while we eat." Jay said. "Okay, be quiet, you don't want to wake your father." Jay's mother said, kissing him on top of the head.

Jay went back upstairs and carefully woke Alex. Alex mumbled and laid his hands on the pizza box.

"Put it on my face." Alex grunted.

Jay giggled and sat down, opening the pizza. Alex got a slice and started to eat silently. Jay got his slice and the two ate in silence. "Oh! Mom wanted to know, are you staying the weekend?" Jay asked.

Alex thought for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, my brother has been particularly mean lately." Alex hummed.

Jay nodded. He scooted over and took a bite of his pizza. Alex looked at Jay and cleared his throat. The silence was starting to get awkward, so Alex tried to start a conversation.

"So, um, theres a football game coming up." Alex said.

"Ooo, sweaty big dudes, I can already feel myself getting hard" Jay snickered. "Ugh, that's disgusting Jay." Alex groaned. Jay laughed. "Wanna go with me?" Alex asked. "Sure." Jay smiled.

Alex nodded. Jay finished his slice and started to try and find something under his bed. He pulled out a twelve pack of beer and opened it, handing one of the glass bottles to Alex. He got his bottle opener and opened the bottles. Alex leaned back and sipped his beer. After about three beers, Jay, who is a little lightweight, was a tad buzzed while Alex who takes a lot more was still acting sober. He stared at Jay as he smiled softly. "I feel warm." he hummed.

Alex chuckled and nodded, eating the pizza calmly. Jay leaned on Alex and hummed. He got another slice, folded it and silently ate it, taking sips in-between bites.

"Are you hungry?" Alex asked as Jay shoved half a slice in his mouth.

Jay pulled the pizza away, cheese drooping, before nodding. Alex got a slice and nibbled on it. Jay eventually went to just drinking, curling up into a ball next to Alex. Alex got two more slices, finishing the pizza off before finishing two more beers, getting buzzed. Jay was a little drunk. He's often touchy when drunk. He rubbed Alex's chest, talking about how pretty he is. Alex stared, stunned by how happy Jay looks. He blushed as Jay got close, their noses touching, the sweet smell of beer on their breaths. Jay kissed him softly. Alex shoved him off and held him away before pulling him back.

'This is wrong, so fucking wrong, but God does it feel good, why does he do this to me!?!?!' Alex thought tugging on Jay's hair.

Soon enough their little make out sesh was over and they were curled up under a blanket. They went asleep, surrounded by empty beer bottles, a pizza box and homework.

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MODERN AU YIPPEEE! - Davey

Bro basically didn't change

Bro's life is an ongoing gender crisis fueled by caffeine and anxiety- like seriously he's halfway down the he/him to hey/they to they/them to genderfluid any pronouns pipeline

Has glasses but avoids using them like the plague

Has the Autism "I Must Wear The Same Exact/Similar Thing Every Day Or My Life WILL Fall Apart"™ problem (Me too bro) and the Uniform he chose to spend the rest of his life in is a bunch of very similar blue button-up shirts

Really likes books, mostly fantasy books. (He ATE UP the Percy Jackson books in Elementary/Middle School)

Thanks to said Percy Jackson hyperfixation he researched Greek Mythology, he now likes stargazing with Jack and telling him stories about the constellations.

Terrified of breaking rules, he's still getting over that fear

Doesn't sleep and instead lives off of coffee. He hates the taste but has learned to live with it.

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Bidding Love // Stray Kids Hwang Hyunjin

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y/n nervously awaited for Hyunjin to get home after his schedule for that day. Today was a rare occasion since Hyunjins schedule ended a little around 6pm and y/n asked for a couple days off from work. They had been dating for a while, but tonight was special. It was their 3 year anniversary and today was the day they were going to share an intimate experience together for the very first time.

When Hyunjin arrived around 7pm, you decided to touch up your hair and make up as Hyunjin got ready so both of you could go to the dinner reservation Hyunjin picked out weeks in advance. Coming out of the bathroom, Hyunjin was dressed in a dark grey button up shirt with black dress pants and his hair up in a ponytail. You really couldn’t believe how Hyunjin was yours, this man who everyone wanted but he chose you. On the outside you’d think he’d be a somewhat of a lady’s man, a guy that has a lot of girls, a new girlfriend every couple of weeks. His social circle was mostly girls so you’d think that about him. But you couldn’t be further from the truth, actually Hyunjin is more of a romantic, before you he had maybe two or three girlfriends but that was when he was still in school, way before debuting.

But as you locked eyes with Hyunjin, his smile lighted up the room as he looked at you “wow” his eyes looked at you as a whole, traveling down to your hand looking at the bracelet he gifted you when you both became a couple exactly 3 years ago. Your dress that was in that shade of burgundy that he really liked. “Hey beautiful” Hyunjin approached you, not breaking eye contact. Distracted, you reached behind you taking out a small gift bag with a red rose sticking out. “It’s small but I know you’ll love it” Hyunjin looked at you tilting his head then kissed your cheek. “I also have your present but do you mind if we open them at the restaurant?” With a smile you nod.

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At this point you both already ate and we’re just talking about your day and other things. “Look at that view” Hyunjin follows your gaze to the open view from the top of the balcony when your table was at. Hyunjin wanted to have everything perfect for the night, knowing you love open places and a pretty view he somehow got the restaurant to prepare a table on their balcony even tho they don’t allow that there. “It’s so pretty” you say, “I know right” Hyunjin says while looking at you. You snap back to reality and look at Hyunjin who now was pretending to loot at something in the distance so you wouldn’t catch him staring at you. “Present time!” You say reaching out for Hyunjins gift. “Open yours first” Hyunjin reaches over and grabs the gift from your hands. And you do the same as he gives you yours. Hyunjin takes his time reading the letter you wrote, you swear you saw his eyes have a little bit of a layer of tears but he somehow managed to not let a tear fall. You smiled warmly at the site as he opened the gift, it was a hair clip, to be exact it was a hair clip that his grandma used to wear a lot. It wasn’t the exact same one she used to own but it was the same one. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he looked up at you with now teary eyes “how did you-“ he couldn’t even finish the question from the shock. “I talked to your mom, it’s not the same one she had but I found the exact one” you smiled at him “oh my god y/n… th-thank you” he got up and hugged you.

“Please open your gift” Hyunjin said as he held onto the hair clip. As you opened the gift you came across a similar hair clip to the one you got him “well… you see, I was on this page that auctions off stuff and found the exact same hair clip my grandma wore, I thought of you and how it’ll look pretty on you so I tried to bid for it… as you can see I didn’t win it as the other bidder bid $58-“ you cut him off “$586 dollars?” You both look at eachother. “Did you…” you both laughed at eachother. “Omg that was you!? Hey I gotta give it to you, you bid till the last second and beat me” Hyunjin said laughing.

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IKIGAI (or A REASON FOR BEING) — CHAPTER EIGHT

“Lia, I’m going to drop out of school.” He continued avoiding her gaze, but he knew that her expression had dropped. Her feet went still in the water. “What do you mean?” He looked at her, then. “I won’t be at school next year. I’ve decided to quit. And I’ll be moving out of my grandparents’ house.”

Chapter tags: best friends, teenage drama, angst, mentions of alcohol. | Word count: 1.591 | Cross posted on AO3. | Series masterpost. ✧.*

CHAPTER 8

Lia is 14. Noah is 15.

Noah had been putting off that moment for weeks, aware that this trip he was subjecting himself to could not last long. 

The school year was about to end, and the only thing that reassured Lia on the fact that she still had to stay there for four more years was that Noah would be one classroom away from hers, that she could see him before entering the building, that she would see him during recess, and then again on the way out. 

Noah had to tell her that wasn’t going to happen. 

It was one of the first days they had been to the lake this year. The water was still cold to swim, but the weather was good enough to have a picnic under the shade of the trees, and that’s what Lia and Noah were doing. In fact, they should have been home by now; it was Friday and instead of going home after the classes were over Noah had insisted until he convinced Lia to make a small escapade to the lake before the week ended. 

He didn’t say much during the way there as they ate an apple and some snacks they carried in the backpacks, and that’s what started worrying her. Noah was usually quite talkative. In the past few years, his head had been getting full of ideas, of plans, of new knowledge about music and about the world, and he was constantly thinking and sharing his thoughts and ruminations.

They were sitting on the edge of the deck, overlooking the lake, barefoot. Feet soaking. Last year, Lia’s feet had barely been able to touch the water form there in that position, now she could easily reach. She had grown taller, but she had given up on the idea of competing with Noah because he was now even taller than last year and the speed at which he was growing didn’t seem to slow down.

He had rolled the sleeves from the white uniform shirt up till his elbows and loosened his tie. Lia, by his side, had the first three buttons of her shirt undone, and her skirt only covered her till half her thighs. She would have to get a bigger size by the beginning of the next school year. 

“You’re quieter than usual,” Lia noticed, wiggling her feet in the water. 

When Lia mentioned Noah’s stillness that day, she did so with grace in her voice. Her tone was changing, and Noah could hint a tinge of womanhood in there. She was a bit more confident in herself than she had been before, and she was emotionally stronger, except for when it came to him. He was her weakness, and he was about to use that against her, much to his own dismay. 

Noah nibbled at his cheek and kept on looking at the sight in front of him, avoiding her bright brown eyes. She was looking at him with her innocent smile, one that she only showed in front of him because life outside the bubble in which the two of them lived had already stripped her of all innocence. 

“Lia, I’m going to drop out of school.”

He continued avoiding her gaze, but he knew that her expression had dropped. Her feet went still in the water. 

“What do you mean?”

He looked at her, then. 

“I won’t be at school next year. I’ve decided to quit. And I’ll be moving out of my grandparents’ house.”

Lia was suddenly flooded by too many questions, too many thoughts. She couldn’t understand anything. 

“But… Noah, what are you talking about?”

“You know my grades are a disaster, and I’ve always felt that being there holds me back from growing in any other field. I want to make music, you know that. So, I’ve been thinking about it, and I’m going to drop out of high school. I’ll probably move in with Mike. He’s already living on his own and you know about the music plans we have. We could make it work in a few years, and if not, I don’t know, we will sort something out."

The smile he offered her was not welcome. Her eyes were open wide, and she didn’t seem to be taking his words so well, not that he did expect her to take it any other way, really.  

“What about me?”

“I didn’t tell you anything because I didn’t want to worry you. We had exams until last week and I didn’t want you to lose focus, but my mother is coming back. She’s going to be living in my grandparents’ house again. And I can’t be under the same roof as her. I’ll go insane.” 

Lia nodded. She understood that, to some extent, but not the rest. 

“You could’ve… You could have told me this. We would have thought of something. We would have… I don’t know, but you were supposed to stay with me at school, at least until you're eighteen. How can you…? You can’t leave, Noah.”

You can’t leave me there alone. 

It was a silent plea.

At that age, in that moment, she was terrified of going to school and not finding Noah. Noah didn’t quite grasp the magnitude that his news had on Lia. For her, her world was falling apart. 

“It’s not as bad as it seems.”

“It is.”

Noah leaving school and moving out meant many things. Lia was old enough to know the implications of changes, of leaving school and moving out. Distance would strain their relationship, and the fear of being forgotten gripped her heart. 

Noah would forget her. He would get caught up in his music and he would move on. He would slowly forget her, and then her existence would be reduced to… nothing.  

Her eyes were watery as she stared at him, pleading for him to reconsider. But she could see the determination in his almond-shaped brown eyes. 

The weight of his decision suffocated her. 

“I know what you’re thinking," Noah continued, "and that’s not gonna happen. I’m not gonna let it ha-“ Lia’s whimper cut him off.

“Then, why are you leaving?” Her voice barely audible. “I thought that we…”

“Lia, listen; it doesn’t have to be like that, okay? You’re my best friend, and you’ll always be. We can make it work. I have plans and…”

She didn’t want to hear about any more plans, for these ones were shattering her. A tear rolled down her cheek, and when Noah reached out to wipe it away, a flash of pain crossing his features, Lia stood up and grabbed her socks, shoes, and backpack. 

“Lia, where are you going?” His eyes followed her, alert.

“There’s no point in being here,” she concluded, her voice carrying resignation and sorrow.

“Don’t do this,” he pleaded. He knew she was angry, and hurt, but he was sure that they could make it work, that it would. There was no reason to think it would not. He wanted her in his life more than anything else, so he desperately wanted her to reason.

Hearing those words coming from him only filled the bucket to the brim.

“Fuck you, Noah.”

She didn’t look back at him again. 

Shocked at her words, Noah stood up, his mouth gaping open.

“Lia!”

But Lia didn’t want to hear it, and she didn’t want to cry in front of him, either. She didn’t go home. She ran and ran until her breathing got the better of her and she had to stop, somewhere between the woods and the crumbling house that she was forced to call home. The idea of a future suddenly seemed a daunting void full of ghosts. 

That was the day Lia drank alcohol for the first time. Another stain in her life that would follow her in the upcoming years. It wasn’t Noah’s fault. I was just the fact that sometimes life is fair to some and unfair to others, and those others cannot find any way out other than trying to drown their demons in more misery.  

The days that followed were difficult.

Noah kept calling her house phone and even came to her door two days later, but Lia wouldn't open it, and Noah knew that nothing too bad had happened, that Lia was upstairs in her room, and that it was only that he had hurt her, and she didn’t want to be with him.  

Lia told herself that she had to learn to live without Noah. There was no way it was healthy to be so attached to someone. She was still navigating relationships, which was certainly a challenge for her. There were still many heartbreaks on the way. No one ever stayed in her life. Her father didn’t even wait to hold her when she was born. Her own grandmother pretended not to acknowledge the conditions Lia lived in, the disarray in which she grew up, and her mom… Well, we all knew about her mom.  

Lia told herself she had to make her heart stronger; she had to break free from those shackles of dependency that kept her tied to Noah. There was no other choice. 

Despite the nights crying and feeling empty, she worked on it for the next days, busying herself in the garden, in the house chores, in music and books whenever Noah’s presence appeared in her mind.

She told herself that she would make it, one way or another. She also had dreams, like Noah, and she wanted to live despite everything. 

She wanted to live.

[solreix]

yn as miya twin's older sister, and suna rintarou as, well, their friend who has hots on her.

"para sa'yo oh, baka umiyak ka."

"anong ginagawa mo rito?" kunot-noo niyang tanong matapos ilapag ni rintarou sa tabi niya ang boquet nang hindi niya ito kuhanin mula sa kamay nito.

ngumiti ito, malumanay. "congratulating you, of course. graduate ka na, law school next?"

tinitigan niya muna ito nang ilang segundo, tintitimbang kung nasa tamang ayos ba ang binata para makipag-usap sa kaniya, o nandito na naman ito para inisin siya.

nang hindi nagbago ang ang ekspresyon sa mukha nito, saka siya tumango. "salamat." tinapunan niya ng tingin ang bulaklak na kulay dilaw. sunflowers, paborito niya. "and yes, law school next. sana kayanin."

"kinaya mo four years accountancy, kaya mo pa 'yan." nangingiti nitong dagdag.

hindi siya sumagot. pinagmasdan niya lang si rintarou na kumuha ng pagkain mula sa lamesa. the man really looked good. with his hair looking different from high school, sharp eyes as if prepared to kill anyone with his gaze, and those smiling lips as if he knows your secret.

he looked laid back with his pale yellow polo shirt, first three buttons were open, giving people enough liberty to peek into his white top. kung titingnan, mukhang style nito ang messy-look, but knowing rintarou, he's just like that when he's not on court.

"gusto mo na ba ako?"

bahagya siyang napaatras nang ilapit ni rintarou ang mukha sa kaniya, dahilan para magising siya sa pagkatulala rito. naramdaman niya ang init sa leeg niya lalo na nang ilang segundo silang nagtitigan bago siya mismo ang pumutol nito.

"tigilan mo sabi ako. i'm older than you," sagot niya. mata ay nanatili sa ice cream na kanina pa kinakain.

she heard rintarou scoffed. "nang two years?"

with that, umirap siya. "yeah, two whole years. why don't you hang out with people your age? they're definitely more suitable—kung ayaw mo lumayo, andyan yung kambal."

nalukot ang mukha nito. pinanood niya itong umupo sa lamesa sa tabi niya, at dahil literal na magkatabi, bumangga pa ang tuhod nito sa kaniya. "i know i swing both ways, pero kadiri naman 'yang offer mo."

"hoy anong kadiri? kapatid ko mga yan! si atsumu, medyo—"

"ate!?"

natawa siya dahil sa pagcut off na iyon ni atsumu. she knew they were listening dahil ganiyan naman parati ang dalawang iyan kapag kinakausap siya ni rintarou. maging si rintarou ay natawa rin at nakiasar kay atsumu.

"sabi sa'yo pre dugyot ka minsan eh," natatawa nitong dugtong.

umiling si osamu. "sinong nagsabing minsan lang? at ikaw hoy, rintarou tigilan mo ate ko sabi eh," inis nitong dagdag habang may lechon pa sa bibig.

tanging iling lang ang sinagot ni rintarou at lalo pang inilapit ang upuan sa kaniya. she saw him glance at the space between them, making sure he's not too close. ganiyan siya dati pa.

"hoy—"

"daldal ng kambal, shot niyo na! bawal tumakas!"

bago pa man makasagot ang kambal, nahatak na sila ng ninong nilang lasing na. naiwan na naman tuloy silang dalawa ni rintarou, kaya naman bago pa siya makaramdam ng awkwardness sa pasulyap-sulyap nito sa kaniya ay nagsalita siya.

"ano palang plano mo? third year ka na, diba?"

"mag-aaral, volleball." nagkibit balikat ito. "nothing to worry about my path, alam ko naman gusto ko." at sumulyap ito sa kaniya.

tumango siya. "at least you know what you want to do. mukhang set na set ka na rin eh." ngumiti siya. "i remember being a third year, and still wasn't sure kung itutuloy ko ba 'to."

"you're talking as if you being a third was years ago." rintarou grimaced. "pero, hindi ko inasahang hindi ka pala sigurado. you just seem so... put-togeher, and organized. parang hindi ka maliligaw kahit anong gawin mo sa buhay dahil merong kang plan a-z. you're so focus on staring ahead, and it's admirable."

dire-diretso ang pananalita nito, kumakain at nakatingin din sa kaniya. tila hindi naman nito sinasabi ang iniisip, as if his words weren't making her heart skip a beat.

she couldn't help but remember hindi naman sila close nito noon. she simply knew him by name dahil kaibigan ito ng kambal. she's too busy in school to entertain her brothers' friends.

she didn't mind it, of course. not until they graduated from senior high.

graduation ng kambal, saktong free siya nang hapon kaya nakahabol siya matapos ang ceremony. she was busy taking pictures of everyone dahil busy pa sa class picture taking ang mga kapatid niya, at ang nanay nila ay nakikipagkwentuhan pa, when rintarou came to her.

imagine her surprise when he mentioned her name.

"sorry? who are you?"

rintarou smiled, not a shy one, but most definitely a smile one give when they're around people they like. "i'm rintarou. it's nice to finally meet you face to face."

ibinaba niya ang camera. "oh, you're that kid! the first and last time i took note of you, magka-height pa tayo ah."

he scratched his name using left hand, and that's when she noticed his right arm behind his back. "oh, that's what you remebered."

"oo—pero wait, ano yan? sa kambal ba? hindi kayo magkasama—?"

"no, it's for you."

nanlaki ang mata niya nang ilabas nito ang bouquet ng sunflowers. natuon ang mata niya sa bulaklak, at hindi naintindihan ang sinabi ng binata kaya iniangat niya ang tingin dito.

"i like you. i want to court you."

jaw drop was an understatement. "h—ha? ate mo na ako, huy," biro niya, pero hindi ito natawa. "seryoso ka?"

tumango ito. "i am. i waited for this day."

dahil sa narinig, nagseryoso rin ang mukha niya. "it will pass, suna."

umiling ito. "i grew up, and it didn't. and before you snap at me, please let me be the one to know if it had passed or not?"

huminga siya nang malalim. "bahala ka, pero sinasabi ko sa'yo. walang manliligaw. "

"pero—"

"no. sort your feelings for four years? three? baka mapagbigyan kita."

matapos ang usapang iyon, naisip niyang titigil na ito, ngunit dumalas lang ang pagpunta nito sa bahay nila. pagkumusta sa kaniya.

hindi ito nanliligaw, dahil hindi niya pinayagan.

kaya hindi niya naisip na mananatiling sa kaniya ang tingin nito

"i fulfilled my promise."

nilingon niya si rintarou nang mapansing nakatitig ito sa kaniya. "huh?"

ngumisi ito, at muli inilapit ang mukha sa kaniya. she could feel his breath on her face, but she couldn't find the courage to move away, or even push him.

ayaw niya.

"i sort it out. ikaw pa rin. pwede na ba manligaw?"

umawang lang ang bibig niya. she caught him glancing at her lips, before it went back to her eyes. nang magtama ang paningin nila, nanlaki ang mata nito, at ito ang naunang umatras.

all those years, hindi niya pwedeng sabihing wala siyang na-develop na feelings dito.

dahil imposible iyon.

wala siyang hinihinti rito—she was even anticipating he would get tired of her, pero walang nangyaring ganoon. he kept sending flowers, even trying to help her cool down kapag hindi niya na kinakaya ang pag-aaral. he was there when she was crying over grades, not saying anything, but his presence was enough.

that's when she realized. pero hindi niya pa rin sinubukan dahil baka magsawa rin ito.

yumuko siya. "mas busy ako ngayon, rintarou."

"i know."

"hindi ako parati available."

"i know that, too."

"mahihirapan ka sa'kin." dito, iniangat niya ang paningin only to be greeted by his serious face, looking at her already.

"i won't, and i'm only courting you. wala kang responsibilidad sa akin." ngumiti ito, his eyes went down on your intertwined hands. gawain mo kapag kabado ka, which he perfectly knew. "unless crush mo ako, maybe i can do you a favor tapos ako na sasagot sa'yo."

her eye twitch at that. alam na alam talaga nito kung paano siya inisin, at kung paano siya kalmahin. umirap siya. akmang magsasalita siyang muli nang ipatong nito ang kamay, sa kaniyang magkasalikop na kamay.

ngumiti ito nang nakakaloko bago nagsalita, "okay, sinasagot na kita—"

bago mo pa mahampas sa inis at tawa si rintarou dahil sa sinabi nito, bigla na namang sumulpot ang kambal.

"pumayag ka na, ate!?"

"ate, bakit!?"

imbis na pansinin ang kambal, tinapunan niya ng masamang tingin si rintarou na may nakaiiritang ngisi, ngunit namumungay ang mata, kumikinang pa.

ngumiti siya nang matamis, inalis niya ang kanang kamay mula sa ilalim at hinaplos ang pisngi nito. "kung bastedin kaya kita ngayon na?"

ang ngisi nito kanina ay napalitan ng simangot. hindi nito inalis ang kamay sa kaniya. "fine, you won again."

"kapag sinagot kita, ikaw naman panalo." kumindat siya. "ako bahala sa'yo."

[melancholic-guts]

more than friends?

pairings : Hanni Pham x gn! reader

genre : fluff

parts : part 1

a/n : part 2 of minji’s fic will be released soon..

warnings : none (?)

btw reader is hyein’s older sibling, and since this is a highschool au, hanni and reader is 17, while hyein is 15 (i know its supposed to be a 4 year age gap but just go w it)

as the alarm clock rang through your ears, making you awake from the peaceful slumber, you sat on your bed to check the time, while you were still groggy, you rubbed your eyes, getting up to the bathroom.

as you brushed your teeth, you turned on the shower and got ready for school, brushing your hair, buttoning your shirt as you carefully put on your tie, then topping it off with a coat.

checking your final look, you finally grabbed your phone, looking at the time, you rushed to grab your backpack, storming downstairs.

as you ate your breakfast - a simple cereal and some juice, you finally grabbed your lunchbox, storming outside, you got onto your bike (or whatever you want it to be), riding it all the way to your school.

when you arrived, you spotted a familiar figure - it was hanni. although you were just “friends”, you undoubtly had a special spot in your heart for her, a feeling you couldn’t describe, a feeling most teenagers felt - and it was described as love for someone, but of course, hanni and you were just friends - nothing else right?

wrong!

as you were way too concentrated in your thoughts, by now, hanni had approached you, tapping on your shoulder - shocking you as a result, you turned around to see her chuckling at your reaction, as you playfully got mad at her, you couldn’t help but think - why was she so pretty?

and the playful flirts she gave you weren’t helping either, making you even more attracted to her, was she also attracted to you?

“class is almost starting, let’s get going.”

you said to her, with a steady tone.

“alright, alright.”

she responded playfully, intertwining her hands with yours.

god, her hands were so warm compared to yours.

“so.. got any plans for today?”

you tried to initiate a conversation, hoping she had none.

“no.. not really, actually, wanna go out with me afterschool? i’m pretty free today.”

she responded to your question, facing to you.

“ah.. i see. sure, we can go.”

you said, finally reaching to your class and entering it, as you parted from hanni to sit at your assigned seat.

as you listened to the lecture your proffessor was giving, you began taking simple notes, well, atleast until you fell asleep.

when the school bell rang, your eyes opened, awakening you, you instantly gathered your supplies and cleaned your desk, rushing to the cafeteria for your food.

as you lined up for your food, you spotted hanni sitting with her friends - they seemed to be having a playful conversation, laughing at eachothers jokes.

your mouth slowly curved into a smile, when the cafeteria lady called you, you grabbed your already prepared tray - and sat at the empty tables in the corners, eating your food peacefully.

well, until suddenly, hanni approached you, sitting down at your table.

“hey!”

she said, smiling at you.

“hey.”

you responded, meeting her eyes.

“so.. about the hangout later.. where do you want it to be..?”

she questioned you, fidgeting with her fingers.

“how about.. my house? my parents wont be home, they’re on a business trip.”

you answered.

“hmm.. alright!”

she replied happily.

as she ate with you, you kept staring at her, watching as she chewed on her food, until you snapped out of it and continued eating.

as you finished eating, you cleaned up your tray, before sitting back with hanni, starting a conversation.

“so.. whats your next class..?”

you questioned her, leaning your head towards hers.

“huh… i think its world history class…?”

she answered, taking a bite of her food.

“oh.. i just had that class before lunch.. well, good luck then.”

you smiled at her, sitting up from your chair and waving goodbye.

when you weren’t facing her, you took a deep breath, the warmness that was once on your cheeks - had disappeared, your heartbeat was normal now, and you strutted to your next class.

Afterschool

as you finished your last class - you finally went to your locker, and dropped all your books inside of it, grabbing your backpack and going to your bike - hopping onto it.

before you went off - hanni suddenly patted your shoulder, making you turn your head.

your faces were awfully close to eachother, making you instantly nervous and shocked.

“hey, could i come with you?”

she questioned you, a pout on her face

“huh? oh yeah, sure, of course..!”

you answered quickly, stuttering in between words, as you made space for her on your bike, she hopped on behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist.

which of course, made you shocked of the sudden feeling, your face - flushed.

“you ready..?”

you questioned her, placing your foot on one of the pedals.

“yeah, just go..”

she answered, her head on your shoulder.

as you cycled off to your house, you couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of having hanni close to you, this close to you.

“you’re awfully warm today.. you’re normally cold.”

she said, her voice a little muffled due to her head on your shoulder.

“yeah.. i know.”

you answered, sneaking a glance to her face, before keeping your eyes on the road again.

as you finally arrived at your house, you parked your bike, hanni hopping off first, then you.

you walked to the door, unlocking it with your keys. hanni entered first, then you, closing the door and locking it again.

“snacks first?”

she askes you, her eyes meeting yours.

“yeah, prepare yours, i’ll prepare mine.”

you answered, walking to the kitchen with her.

as you both prepared your snacks, you went to your room - turning on your tv and turning to hanni.

“so, what to watch?”

you asked her, raising one of your brows.

“a romcom maybe?”

she said, looking at you.

“oh come on! we always watch those, what about final destination?”

you whined at her, looking at the screen.

“i want a romcom.”

she said blankly.

“fine..”

you said, obliging to her.

as the movie played, you started eating the snacks you prepared, focusing on the movie still.

as time passed - you didn’t even notice hanni was curled up beside you, your arm on her shoulder, keeping her close, a blanket basking both of you in warmness - well, until

“y/n!”

hyein barges in, not even knocking.

“oh.. oh. am i interrupting something..?”

hyein says teasingly with a mischievous smirk.

“what do you mean?”

you say, looking at her in confusion.

“hanni’s literally sleeping and curling up beside you, are you that dumb?”

hyein responds, before you could get a chance to answer, hyein takes out her phone and takes a photo of you two, slamming the door closed.

“wait.. what did she say..?”

you mumble, until you realize the sleeping hanni beside you, making you instantly flushed and forgetting the movie playing.

“oh sh…”

you mumble again, trying to keep hanni asleep.

“well, whats the worst that can happen?”

you say, before leaning your head on hanni’s, falling asleep too.

little did you know, hyein was taking as many photos she could of you and hanni, a wide smile on her face.

a/n : guys im sorry i kinda ran out of ideas on how to continue this fic ☹️

ᯓ★ signing off, exulansis. all rights reserved. please don’t plagiarize and translate.