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Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x english speaking reader who try to learn korean for him but fails at first cause learning knew language is hard ?
Yess! I love this idea!! I just hope you don't mind a little twist added! This was just too cute and I just had to make it into a series!!<333 So with Reader also being a performer, just think along the lines of Brittney Spears vibes, just younger :0
All for show 1/? - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x Amercian! Pop-Star! Reader
Summary: After meeting at an award show, Seung Hyun notices international pop-star, Y/n L/n was mainly all for show in the spotlight.
Warnings: Your manager is 100% a dick in this, him trying to sexualize the reader before Seung Hyun fixes it for you <3
Whenever you were invited to guest perform at a music awards show, you were excited to accept the offer, you were in your off year from tours, and shows, so you were itching to get back on stage. You always loved being on stage, it wasn't that you loved attention, or were fame hungry, quite the opposite, actually. You just loved doing what you found fun, and that was dancing and singing, while also having fun with fans during your shows, your agency, just liked to make it look like you were hungry for the attention and male gaze.
Flying to America for one of their award shows, was odd for the boys, not knowing they had actually been nominated for one of the 'highest streaming' awards, The four were excited, practically bouncing around in their seats as they went over show plans and the line-up for the award show. "Holy shit, They're going to have the one girl there, uh!..Shit! Seung Hyun's favorite person to dance to while drunk!" Tae-Yang shouted, trying his best to think of your name "Y/n L/n!" Ji-Yong smiled, having multiple of your songs in his playlist, he didn't care if your choreography and songs didn't fit into the usual K-pop female music, yours diving way more into sexual topics and themes, but you weren't in K-pop, you were an American singer, meaning you could get away with a lot more. "I bet she's awesome in person! Have you seen her on stage!?" Dae-Sung gasped, leaning over the first class seat, looking at the line-up that Tae-Yang had pulled up.
As you walked into the giant room, you'd be performing and rehearsing in, you smiled brightly "I'm so excited! I just hope management approved the outfits I submitted" You said excitedly, holding your best friend's hand tightly, she was actually your assistant, but who cared? You were around each other enough to be considered best friends. "I'm sorry, Y/n..." She whispered, motioning to your dressing room, you sighed walking back to see the clothing rack sitting proudly in the center of the room, of course they wouldn't approve it, why would you ever be allowed to wear pants? You pouted walking over to the rack, your face twisting with disgust as you saw the extremely short spandex shorts, rhinestones and colored jewels covering the cheap fabric underneath, paired with nothing but basically a bra covered in the same rhinestones and jewels. Moving it to the side, you felt a little better, seeing somewhat of a bodysuit, the only difference being, the pant legs of it being cut off into the same shortness as the shorts from before, at least this time you would have more coverage up top.
Making your way to your rehearsals, you waved to the sound workers, making sure your microphone was taped down on your cheek securely, before making your way onto the stage, nodding your head to the intro of your song "Are we doing full effort? Or just running through?" You asked softly, looking towards the stage manager and your manager "Let's just do full effort, You haven't performed in over six months? You're rusty" He replied, you just shot him a glare, rolling your eyes before starting your choreography, singing softly with your backtrack that played through the speakers at the side of the stage.
The boys tried their best to calmly walk inside, jumping up and down for a moment in excitement as they heard music echoing from down the hall, as they made their way closer, following the stage tech to the giant room, Seung Hyun's eyes immediately landing on you as you made your way down to the edge of the stage. You were more breathtaking in person, even in a loose hoodie and sweatpants, you still danced and dropped to the ground like it was absolutely nothing for you. As the music played in the background, allowing you a moment to catch your breath, you just continued to jump along to it, throwing your arms up as the beat faded out. The four boys quickly clapped loudly, bowing towards you as you turned your attention to them "Oh my god! I didn't know other people were here! I'm so sorry! I knew we should've just ran through it like usual" You apologized before turning to scold your manager, the boys just chuckled and protested "No! No! You're okay! That was amazing!" Seung Hyun argued, Dae-Sung smiling and nodding in agreement "Yea, we just got here! We're big fans!" He smiled, causing Seung Hyun to lightly smack his arm, not wanting to blow his cover of acting cool around you. "Awe! Thank you! I've heard your guys' music too, I have it in all of my workout playlists" You giggled, stepping down off of the stage, ignoring your managers protests that you still had one more song to run before you could run off. "BigBang right? Ji-Yong...Dae-Sung, Tae-Yang, and....Do you prefer Top or Seung Hyun?" You giggled, recalling their names the best you could, watching as each boy blushed brightly as your name fell from their lips. Each boy had their own crush on you for different reasons, but all of them fell almost under the same category, your confidence, especially whenever it came to your music videos and performances.
"U-Um..You can call me Seung Hyun" He smiled softly, watching as you smiled brightly, covering your cheeks slightly as you blushed slightly, his smile was even cuter in person. "Nice to meet you boys, I'm Y/n..as you know.." You giggled awkwardly, groaning as you heard the beginning of your song start to play, turning to flip your manager off before walking back to the stage. You two had a love-hate relationship, mainly hate, but with you being the biggest pop-star under your manager's contracts, he couldn't afford to lose you, and you were too big of a people pleaser to leave. Strutting around the stage to the music, you nodded your head lazily, it was your biggest song, so you had done the song and choreography a million times before. "Y/n." Your manager warned, you just rolled your eyes towards him before moving your arms, dragging your hands across your chest before flicking your hands with the beat of the music. As you kneeled down, you shot a glare to your manager, knowing damn well your ass would be on full view during this part if you wore either outfit you had, you rolled onto your hands and knees, crawling towards the edge of the stage for a few counts of the song, before rolling onto your back, bending on knee up as you rested a hand in your hair, panting loudly "I'm not doing that, and you can't force me, Christopher" You demanded, popping up to your feet "You will, or you can be on hiatus for another year" He threatened, narrowing your eyes as you marched towards him, you felt your blood boiling, how dare he threaten that? Whenever you've given the last eight years of your life to him, signing on with him at sixteen, and still staying at 24, even if you were tired of his shit. "You have me half naked on stage and on national television!" You shouted, jabbing his chest quickly, he was quick to catch your finger, holding it as he glared you down.
Seung Hyun clenched his fists, not liking the way your interaction seemed to be going, but Ji-Yong just stopped him from moving forward any "We have our arguments with YG, she has hers" He whispered, watching from afar as you yanked your hand away from your managers huffing loudly "It always responds better with audiences if you're dressed more revealing" You manager smirked, trying to keep his voice low as more of the artists started showing up, you just felt yourself become more angry, of course he was going to make it like you were the problem now. "I'm not wearing it, or I'm not doing the choreography." You snapped before storming towards your dressing room, feeling like you needed to leave before you ended up punching his stupid face. As you sat on your sofa, you glared harshly at the two outfits hanging on the rack, and then the one you had in your bag as a spare, the one you originally wanted. It was nothing special, just a pair of jeans and a crop-top that had come from your merch line that you had customized to be one of a kind by adding rips and adding pieces of your own Jewlery to it, along with a loose oversized flannel to go over.
You never noticed the knocking on your door, or your assistant letting in the tall K-pop star "If you keep glaring that hard, you might be lucky enough to cause them to catch fire" Seung Hyun noted, causing you to jump, turning your attention towards him as you caught your breath from the slight scare "Sorry! I'm so sorry, Aein!" He apologized quickly, he didn't mean to frighten you, he just wanted to make sure you were alright, and didn't need a teammate to kick your managers ass. "A..en?" You questioned, tilting your head as you continued to try and repeat the word, you weren't sure if he had just forgotten your name, or if it was some type of insult or compliment in Korean "Aein, It's um..Sweetheart" He replied, suddenly becoming flustered by his own flirty nickname for you "Oh...Ain" You tried, letting your head fall as you giggled "That's still not right is it?" You asked giggling, watching as Seung Hyun shook his head smiling "Aein.." He said slower this time, sounding out each syllable, watching as you nodded closely, excited to learn a new way to speak to others, and your fans from Korea. "Aein..You're an Aein too?" You questioned, he just laughed softly as your attempt, nodding as you finally somewhat pronounced it right "Very close, so, what's going on with grandpa out there?" He asked playfully, sitting on the chair across from you, you sighed looking at him "I'm sure you don't want to hear about all of that" You sighed, glancing at your watch, four hours until show time, Seung Hyun just shook his head sighing "Maybe I do?" He questioned, smiling a bit as you tilted your head "You know..I don't..sleep with other artists right?..That was a rumor-" Seung Hyun was quick to cut your nervous tone off "No! Aein, I just want to make sure you're alright!" He smiled, watching as you tilted your head even more before slowly sitting back on the couch "That's my manager, Chris, he's a good guy, just a man" You huffed before turning to look at the K-pop Idol that sat in front of you "No offense, I just mean, he fits that stereotypical, womanizer, asshole" You explained watching as he giggled and nodded at your cautiousness, whatever training agency you went through must've trained you for PR well especially if you were cautious around other celebrities in private. "He's got me in those outfits, dancing like I was, and everybody will see everything and It's going on tv so it will always be out there" You huffed, resting your head in your hands as you tried your best not to cry, you weren't really ever this emotional, but you felt trapped, like you had no options.
"Hey, hey, it's okay" Seung Hyun replied, moving quickly to sit next to you, rubbing your back gently as you tried your best to not cry. "I don't know what to do, and I'm crying to a man I just met" You huffed, laughing at yourself softly, glancing up to your vanity mirror huffing loudly "I look so fucking stupid" You whispered, trying to wipe the tears and makeup off of your face, that's whenever Seung Hyun first noticed that whenever you were on stage, it was all for show, while you might've been confident, you didn't seem as confident as you were. "You don't, I think you're just, stressed right now" He whispered, growing frustrated as he tried to think of the words to explain that you were alright and all idols get like that, but his mind was blanking, only thinking of them in his own language. You took a deep breath, giving Seung Hyun a soft smile "That's sweet, but there's nothing shaking my opinion, anyways, what're you doing in here?" You asked, realizing as your emotions started to calm, Seung Hyun never really stated why he was there "Well, at first I was just checking on you, but now, after hearing your outfit situation, I think I have an idea" He smirked playfully, standing up as he grabbed your drink off of your vanity walking over to your outfits before raising his eyebrows “ready?” He asked, trying to hide his smile as you giggled evilly, knowing this was going to piss your manager off “do ittt!” You shouted watching as he pretended to trip in order to spill your drink on your performing outfits “oh nooo! You can’t wear them anymore!” He said sarcastically, laughing, watching as you giggled loudly standing up “I guess I’ll just have to wear my spare then" You laughed playfully, getting your spare outfit, laying it over the back of the couch, smiling as Seung Hyun set the cup back down turning to face you.
"That was really sweet" You smiled softly, nudging his arm gently as you nodded towards the speaker that sat installed in the ceiling as it chimed in to let you know they were calling someone on stage for rehearsals "BigBang members, please make your way to the stage" The speaker said, before repeating the phrase one more time, Seung Hyun smiling sadly at you "See you later?" He asked softly, you giggled a bit, acting like you were thinking hard "I don't know...I don't normally let fans in my dressing rooms" You giggled softly, Seung Hyun gasped looking at you in shock "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Yes, You'll see me later" You giggled softly, holding onto the door as you watched Seung Hyun take a slight step out before looking at you "Got it..and Y/n?...No matter what you wear?..I think you're yeppeo" He whispered softly, smiling softly as you gave him the same confused expression as before "I'm..awesome?" You giggled playfully, watching as he chuckled softly, a blush rising to his cheeks "It means...pretty or beautiful" He replied, doing his best to translate for you, giggling softly you covered your face "See you later, Seung Hyun" You whispered, watching as he waved goodbye, before walking towards stage with his friends.
As you sat on the couch, in your dressing room, you wondered why you were so suddenly drawn to the K-pop star, he was tall, and very attractive, but there was just something else about him. Maybe it was the fact, that everybody in the world was sure that you were full of yourself and had an ego bigger than the universe, but Seung Hyun seemed to see straight through that, seeing you for who you really were. A stuck, insecure, sweet, shy 24 year old, that just wanted to do best for your fans, not worrying about anything other than that. As you tilted your head slightly, you decided to try your best to learn some common lines in Korean, wanting to be able to communicate better with the boys while you're here, especially Seung Hyun. As Seung Hyun finally entered your dressing room again, he laughed, noticing your state, that was the exact same as last time, except your glare was set on your laptop. "Aein? I can't pour a drink on that" He joked playfully, you just let yourself fall back "Well, I'm trying to learn this, but I can't seem to fucking pronounce that" You huffed loudly, handing your laptop over to the taller man, Seung Hyun couldn't contain his blush as he noticed the phrase you had typed out in English, Korean, and the pronunciations for each word. 'You guys did amazing, best rapper I've ever met'
You both ended up sitting there for the rest of the three hours you had before the show started, Seung Hyun helping you learn different phrases in Korean, even some of their songs, so you could follow along with them as they performed. You would all be rushed from the red carpet, straight to performing, you knew you were the last to perform, before you and the boys announced the winners, you both being the biggest names there. As you watched the boys perform, your eyes were trained on Seung Hyun, watching in awe as he moved around the stage, his deep voice echoing through the microphone as he rapped quickly, his eyes catching yours for a moment as he passed. He could feel his heart flutter whenever he caught your gaze, seeing how amazed you looked, while only looking at him. As you swapped places, and did your set, you smiled at Seung Hyun, looking at him, any chance you got as your manager was silently raging from the side of the stage at your outfit change. As your performance ended, and you all wrapped up the awards show, you smiled at Seung Hyun "Going back home, Aein?" You smiled, proud of yourself for properly pronouncing the nickname, Seung Hyun gave you a similar proud smile "That was perfect! And yea...we are" He whispered softly, grabbing your hands gently, moving to bid you a farewell before you were quick to wrap your arms around him in a hug. "Thank you for helping me tonight, Seung Hyun, You're a good person, and I hope I get the chance to see you again" You whispered, squeezing him slightly as he hugged you back "Anytime, Aein, Seriously, I'm sure I can spill a lot more drinks, especially if it means more of the Y/n, I saw tonight. You seemed so happy, about everything" He smiled playfully, rubbing your back before pulling away, you smiled a bit rocking on your feet, never had you ever had someone read you so well, so quickly, yet here Seung Hyun was, reading you like every secret and insecurity was exposed for him to see, without you ever saying a word.
"I'm always happy to perform.. I just, Don't want to show off my body in order to feel loved and accepted" You shrugged softly before sighing "But, that's show-biz, is it not?" You joked, watching as Seung Hyun sighed softly "There are people who love and accept you for exactly who you are, Y/n, you've just got to hold out and wait" He whispered, cupping your cheek gently before giving you a soft smile "I had my manager contact your manager, so you should be getting my number soon" He smiled softly, bidding you one last goodbye before his manager pulled him away so they could make their flight back home. Seung Hyun could feel his heart drop, and his chest feel heavier as he walked away, he wanted to stay with you longer, just a few hours, wasn't enough for him, he wanted to hear you talk forever, learn everything about you. As he went to get into the car they had to take them to the airport, you stopped him for one last hug "Be safe.. Okay?" You whispered, giving him one last squeeze before pulling away "I will, Aein, just for you" He whispered, smiling as he watched you covered your blush quickly with your hands, giggling softly, you swatted at his arm gently "Are you flirting with me?" You giggled as he climbed into the car "Only if you want me too" Seung Hyun joked playfully, you just giggled loudly, shaking your head playfully as you sighed "You're too cute, Seung Hyun, message me whenever you land, please?" You whispered, standing back so the other boys could file into the car "I will, Aein, get inside before you freeze" He replied sweetly, his tone slightly demanding as you shivered from the chilly fall breeze. Nodding as you laughed softly, moving back towards the doors, waving the boys goodbye as the car pulled away.
"You like him!~" Your assistant sang out, approaching from behind, you just blushed brightly as you turned around "He's so charming! It's like he knows me without knowing me! He even invited me to an art show in a few months!" You squealed excitedly, your assistant squealing with you, happy to see you this excited again, especially since your off year started. "Ooo~ Y/n L/n and K-Pop Idol, T.O.P, I like it" Your manager cheered as he approached "Noo! Keep your grimy little PR fingers away from him! Private life things!" You groaned, watching as he laughed as your actions "Honey nothing is a private life in the Music industry" He replied, causing your assistant and you both to roll your eyes, your assistant quick to step forward "Christopher, So help me, if you interfere with this, or ruin it for our girl, I will kill you, sound good?" She threatened lowly, you nodded your head as he glanced at you, sighing as he sent over a forwarded message of Seung Hyun's number "There, if anything I helped her" He sassed, you just giggled excitedly, pulling your phone out, knowing exactly what he meant as you immediately started to message your new friend, and growing crush.
'Hey! <3 It's Y/n, It's going to be about 10k for those outfits :)'
'10K!? What were they made out of?'
'I'm kidding! <33 Miss you already, bestie, hanging out isn't fun whenever you're not here'
'Aww Aein, you're too kind <3'
You giggled reading his message, carrying your phone close to your chest as you made your way out to the car, your driver taking you back home as you patiently waited for a message from Seung Hyun saying he landed. Excited to hear from again, even if it was just through text messages, he still managed to make you feel more seen than everybody ever has.
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What do you think lovelies? <333 I'm definitely doing a part two because this is just too cute! <3 Excited to hear from you!!
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Chapter 2:I wanna be pretty... CONFIDENT

Waking up at 5 a.m. for work—wait. You quit your job.
Huh. It’s weird—you’re free today.
Yawning loudly, you stretch in your My Melody pajamas as you walk down the halls. That’s when you see Damian.
"Disheveled as usual, (Name)," he remarks, his usual glare fixated on you.
God. Your younger brother has always been a thorn in your side, constantly reminding you of how little you contribute to the family. To him, you’re the dead weight—the one who needs to step up and prove their worth. He probably came from some weird cult where family bonding means fighting each other. Dick once told you that eight-year-old Damian tried to prove he was the superior offspring by attempting to immobilize you with a butter knife while you, at twelve, just wanted to give him snacks.
"Yeah, I just woke up," you reply, running a hand through your hair in an attempt to fix it. Then, an idea pops into your head. "Are you free today, Damian? I don’t really have—"
He cuts you off before you can finish. "Why would I waste my time? Honestly, (Name), me, hanging out with you? What would we even do? You can’t even—"
You tune out the rest of his words, staring at him blankly. Right. You still have that habit of asking them to hang out.
"Okay, you made your point." Sighing, you turn away as Damian rolls his eyes and walks in the opposite direction.
So much for that.
A notification pops up on your phone. Glancing at the screen, you see that your class Instagram page mentioned you in a story. "Congrats to (Name) for winning 2nd place in the live painting competition!"
Smiling, you repost it and thank them. Another notification appears—this time, from Bea, your close classmate.
Boba_Lover: Finally, you’re active, bitch! I know you’re gonna say no as usual, but can you skip work and come to Johnson St.? They’re selling figurines and Pop Marts for you to waste your money on. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
Seen
A rush of excitement fills your stomach. Oh my God. Thank you, thank you so much, Bea!
She’s always been persistent, never giving up on inviting you even when you constantly declined. Thank God for her determination.
You smile so hard that you literally jump in the middle of the hallway.
(Name): Okay. Seen
Immediately, your phone is flooded with excited messages—misspelled words, caps lock smashes, and even mentions in the class group chat.
LET'SGOCUTIES: "OMG FIRST TIME FULL ATTENDANCE JUST FOR A HANGOUT." "Academics? No. Overpriced coffee and Ren Fair? YESSS."
You giggle, but then a terrifying realization hits you.
I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR.

Back in your room, you stare at your closet.
Oh my God. It’s all My Melody-themed.
Pajamas, home clothes, jackets, hats, skirts, pants, shirts—EVERYTHING.
They are so going to think you’re a huge weirdo. No one in your class has ever seen you in anything but the Gotham Prep uniform. This is a disaster.
But you have no choice.
You settle on a white, long, flowy skirt with a tiny, discreet My Melody logo near the hem, a blouse with ribbons inspired by My Melody’s bow, and a checkered My Melody cardigan. Your My Melody bag holds your matching wallet, tissues, hand sanitizer, medicine container, and powder compact.
Staring at yourself in the mirror, you take in your blushed cheeks, soft manga lashes, and glossy lips. Immediately, you start nitpicking—your foundation has too much texture, your concealer didn’t completely hide your eye bags, your glitter is too faint, and your gloss feels too sticky.
Maybe this is a mistake.
Your phone vibrates. Bea.
"(Nickname), I’m waiting at your bus stop! Let’s go together! Maya brought her digicam, Ella brought her camera, so we’re taking so many pics today! AAAHHH I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU! ARE YOU NEAR?"
Her high-pitched excitement instantly calms your nerves.
"I’m heading out. I’ll be there soon."
As your Mary Janes click against the marble floor, you notice Dick, Tim, Jason, Cass, Steph, and Damian sitting on the couch—bickering, laughing, enjoying their time together.
"Everyone here?" Bruce asks.
"Yup, even Jason is here!" Dick grins.
A lump catches in your throat.
You want to stay. You want to be part of this moment.
But no one calls for you. No one asks if you’re staying.
You don’t cry—your lashes will fall off.
With a heavy heart, you leave the manor.
At the bus stop, Bea waves at you.
"(Name), you are such a cutie!" she gushes.
She’s wearing a black tube top, leopard-print flared pants, signature red-bottom heels, and a simple Prada handbag.
"I like your hair," you say, admiring her Ariana Grande-style ponytail.
Her eyes shine. "I love your makeup! It’s so doll-like! Douyin style suits you so well! Love, love the bag! Wait—I have an extra hair tie! Let’s match!"
Before you can protest, she pulls out hair ties, a comb, and hair gel, determined to style you herself.
Johnson St. is lively and chaotic.
Your class is already arguing about something.
When they notice you and Bea, they stop.
"Wow, matching hairstyles but completely different aesthetics!"
People start complimenting you.
A girl you’ve never spoken to before, dressed head to toe in Kuromi-themed attire, smirks at you.
"Wow, you love Kuromi," you comment, eyeing her outfit.
She raises an eyebrow. "You’re one to talk."
Her name is Alex.
You have so much fun.
The day feels too short for this much joy.
At dinner, your classmate Marcus drops a fry.
"Motherfuck—"
"WE ARE AT A FINE DINING RESTAURANT, WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" Bea snaps.
The entire restaurant goes silent.
Then Ethan joins in, "Marcus, why are you even eating fries before the meal—"
"OI, Marcus is just hungry. Does he not have the right to eat?" another classmate argues.
Suddenly, the class is divided into two.
And, unfortunately, you’re caught in the middle.
"(Name), was Marcus in the wrong?" Ethan asks.
You blink. Why me?!
Taking a deep breath, you reply, "Eating before the food is served is acceptable since fries are appetizers."
Marcus fist-pumps.
"However."
He slumps back down.
"It’s rude to curse in a fine dining restaurant. So while I agree with you, Ethan, Marcus can still eat what he wants."
Silence.
Then, applause. THE HELL?!
"Correct, (Name)!"
"That’s the longest you’ve ever talked in front of us!"
"WE NEED MORE PEOPLE LIKE YOU!"
Your face burns with embarrassment. "Sit down! This isn’t something to applaud!"
You get kicked out of the restaurant.
Laughing, Bea pats your shoulder. "Come out more often. This was fun."
Smiling, you nod. "I will."

Looking through your phone in Instagram you can’t help but laugh at all the stories in your classmates account; you never felt so accepted , pretty , funny , wanted , and overall happy. Yeah, you were happy everytime you get your paycheck , when you win awards , when Alfred makes you cookies , when Dick promises of hangouts , when you buy my melody merch , and get your nails done but this is different.
“I feel like a puzzle piece that fits, a star apart of a constellation, an outfit that just makes sense, a question that was answered, I feel fulfilled.”
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(Name): I am not a cat.
(Name)’s Class: OMGSHETALKECOMEHERECUTIE
If you are overthinking the intentions of the classmates (Name) is like the Muse of the classroom because she is the most nonchalant, no one really bothers her cause everyone assumes she is serious and mature (She is one of the only few people in the class to get a job even though they are in well off school); So many of her classmates admires her work school balanced. Behind (Name)’s back everyone calls her Cutie of the Classroom. If you ask why this class is so close it’s because I headcannoned Gotham Prep as an elite school so only a few students are in the school their year having 3 sections, and because of this they have been the same classmates since elementary. Damian is 12 so 6th grade but takes some advanced classes with (Name) as she is in 11th grade.
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THE TALK
warning: yandere!isekai!crown prince, he is very mean in this, female reader
a/n: this is TECHNICALLY not a part two to the introduction but it sort of is….. it jumps from the conversation to the breakfast……..enjoy! ALSO ALSO ALSOOOOOOOO technically its female reader bc you got reincarnated blah blah
looking at the fragments of bacon he didnt want to eat, he let his fingers drum against the edge of the white plate. the fact that you, the daughter of a whore, lover to none, and nuisance to all, was right beside him made his food hard to swallow. the two of you sat in the dining room, and while he sat at the very end of the table with his back facing the door to the kitchen, your usual spot would be that of the opposite side. right across from him, back facing the entering door, but it seems after the poison didn’t hit quite deep enough in your veins, it did affect your brain because, for some reason, you thought it was brilliant to sit directly next to him. you weren’t as talkative as he would have thought of you, ever since you have learned of the activities he had decided to partake in, you started to demand his attention. at first, it didnt bother him much, since he himself started to believe that he was focusing solely on gracie that your suspicions were bound to grow, and grow they did.
for weeks, months, up until the poisoning you were all up on him. he was certain that you were attempting to skin him alive and wear him as a coat it was all mildly unpleasant but more irritating. saer never had a taste for you; rather, he actually hated you. to no one’s fault but his own fathers, he was forced to marry you out of pregnant promises. your father, sir tudor, wasn’t the poorest dope saer’s father has ever seen, but he was the loyalist. he worked on the gwynn estate, doing a multitude of things for the family, automatically gaining the trust of the duke and then the king himself. at the time, king gwynn was more fascinated with how a man with such little knowledge could become his most loyalist man, but that he did. following the pregnancy of both the queen and your mother, he decided that the best course of action was to marry his second unborn son off to the unborn daughter of a freeloader.
an icy shiver runs down saer’s back, forcing him to shake his shoulders and head. looking up from your half eaten plate, raising your head to the sudden movement. he was quiet the whole time, poking at the small slivers of bacon like they were the nastiest things on earth. you werent surprised that he wasnt talking; no, you were actually relieved. it wasn’t because he wasnt attractive or anything, he certainly does look like the main lead; its just the talk you had prior to the breakfast that was replaying in your head. cynthia and amanda didn’t give you much information, since, from the looks of it, they didn’t want to say too much. either their heads were on the line or yours were. you never thought about asking tily, even though she was the one that brought you down here. it just felt too weird knowing she was the one who weirdly had something against you. from your fading memories of ‘obsession falls’, you remember reading online forums and tweets about the whole thing. it seemed like the only real crime edina committed throughout the whole book was wanting her husband to love her. she did everything he had asked of her, from the way she talked to her style of clothing, even to what letters she can reply to. in olden standards, she seemed like the perfect obedient wife. this might have been your first mistake, but you didn’t read too much on saer or his backstory, so you never really understood the reasoning for his hatred of his wife, but you knew it was deep and it was boiling.
clearing your throat, you believed it was a better time than ever to clear the air and get to your point. you never understood why edina allowed things to get as deep as they were, but she was made just to be killed. it sucks that no matter what you do or say, saer will always hate you because you are edina.
“saer,”
“ae.”
that stupid nickname. shutting your eyes tightly and fighting back against any light to seep through, you sighed heavily. the whole time, saer had been watching you carefully. even though it was from the corner of his eyes, he was indeed trying to calculate your next moves. it was kind of silly that your sudden change in physical response is making him antsy, but how can anyone fault him? the last time the air-headed cunt decided to change the way she was reacting, gracie was suddenly engaged to alastair and smiling in his face about it. it was enraging. other than the fact that you were in his life to begin with, knowing that the reason he couldn’t slit the throat of his ex best friend was all because you decided to breathe. those two minutes were the longest two minutes of his life. he watched as your head dropped down on the table, making a very sudden and loud noise with it. saer had sternly told any and all servants to leave the two of you be if any loud, disruptive noises were heard. he even double checked that he sent your nosey maids, cynthia and amanda, home around that time. he knew that if they were present in the building, you weren’t going to eat that poison.
it was infuriating to watch them care about someone as lowly as you. not just them, anyone. reading gracie’s letters, asking how you’ve been and to see you before she even utters a word about him, was beyond hurtful. it felt as if his whole world was falling apart, all because you decided to have superpowers and not die. this was the only way to get back at you. he has tried strangling you. he has tried slaying you. each attempt was caught by either maid, cynthia, or amanda. it made him sick to see you get dotted on. seeing the frilly outfits they were making you wear, as if you were a porcelain doll not worth anybody’s touch. you were disgusting. a disgusting being that deserved to die. so why. why were you here? why were you looking at him like he had done something wrong. 
“enough with the causalities, i would like a divorce saer.”
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જ⁀➴ ♡ This is our 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡 love - Nishimura Riki



(synopsis) ♧ y/l/n y/n was a sweet hufflepuff who had fallen for the devil, or in this case—nishimura riki. he was a slytherin who had quite a reputation in hogwarts but even though everyone told y/n to stay away from him, she just couldn’t. but he would never fall for her…right? ⋆⭒˚.⋆
slytherin!nishimura riki x hufflepuff!reader ♧ some angst, fluff ♧ catcalling (once), cursing, riki saves reader from some gross guys, a kiss at the end ♧ she fell first but he fell harder ♧ wc 2.1k
y/l/n y/n was one of the sweetest, kindest, soft-hearted people you will ever meet in your life. she belonged in hufflepuff and the sorting hat didn’t even need to touch her head before knowing that she was a hufflepuff.
nishimura riki was one of the most cold-hearted, snarky people you will ever meet. he had a huge reputation in hogwarts as the slytherin. he was always surrounded by his group of friends and a trail of fangirls following, wishing for even just a small glance their way—that never happened.
so when these two polar opposites cross paths, will they be able to get along? or will they ignore one another and continue living their lives separately?
the cold, winter air reminded y/n that the holidays were just around the corner, and so were the exams. she had been studying every second she got, preparing for the exams before her nice, long break.
as she walked through the gates, into the quidditch field, she saw the slytherin team gathered on the field. deciding to ignore them, y/n pulled her scarf closer to her face, and passed by.
“hey princess, why don’t you meet me at the common room later tonight and i can show you a great time!” one of the players called out. y/n winced at the harsh words but tried to ignore them, picking up her pace.
“hey! i’m talking to you!” geez, he wouldn’t give up. she turned on her heel, facing the quidditch team, hoping the guy would leave her alone after she looked at him and politely declined. instead of just one guy, she was faced by three, slowly moving closet to her and it gave her the ick.
"don't you know when someone's talking to you?" one of the three guys grunted. y/n recognized one of them as blaise zabini, one of nishimura riki's friends.
before the three could get any closer, a voice cut them off.
"yah! come on, we have practice to continue. stop being perverts and leave the girl alone," y/n recognized that deep, husky voice. it belonged to nishimura riki. great, i'm screwed now, she thought to herself.
"you okay?" a voice surprised her and looking up to see who it was, she was greeted with the handsome face of nishimura riki.
"y-yeah. thanks for helping me.." she murmured, suddenly feeling shy under the piercing gaze. the boy just nodded before walking away, back to practice.
y/n was now intrigued. she wanted to know what riki was actually like instead of perceiving him based off of rumors other students had told her.
but since they were the exact opposite of each other, it might be hard for y/n to get closer to him.
the following day, y/n was in her usual spot in the library, her nose tucked into the book she was focused on. however, she must've been so concentrated that she didn't notice the person sitting in the chair across from her.
it wasn't until the person placed their books down that y/n noticed their presence, jumping in her seat slightly.
"oh hi again! sorry, i didn't see you," she said, offering a warm smile to the boy across from her. once again, she ran into nishimura riki but this time, in a place she didn't expect to see him. he just nodded before pretending to study.
riki wasn't exactly a huge fan of the academics, but he was able to barely pass his classes. but after that interaction he had with this mysterious girl yesterday, he was intrigued to learn more about her.
he asked one of his teammates who the girl was and that's where he learned her name. y/l/n y/n.
he did know who she was because everyone in the hogwarts knows of "hufflepuff's sweethearts" which was a group of girls who were nothing but sweet and kind. y/n in particular though was the most popular out of all of them because people found her extra kind.
but the thing that shocked everyone once they get to know her better was the fact that she didn’t have a boyfriend. all of the other girls in the group have their partners but y/n doesn't. everyone is usually shocked by it because she's the kindest, yet she hasn't gotten a boyfriend yet.
it wasn't that no one had crushes on her—they did—but because y/n believed that none of them were the one for her.
y/n had been noticing riki more and more and she was starting to think it wasn't just a coincidence.
he would show up in the library at the same times y/n would, sitting right across from her and just reading a textbook. or he would purposefully seek her out and then "accidentally" bump into her.
riki was confused though. why was she making his heart feel this way? what were all these feelings he felt whenever he caught a glimpse of y/n?
y/n was going through a similar crisis as riki. she's never had a crush before so she wouldn't exactly know what to feel if she did have one, but she was sure that the feelings she felt whenever she would catch the gaze of riki was what a crush felt like. her heart would flutter when their eyes met, and she would quickly look away, turning into a blushing mess.
as the two of them lay in their own beds, one question lingered in their heads..am i in love?
this was driving riki absolutely insane now. he had come to the realization that he did in fact like y/n but how would he ever have a shot with her when people around her were telling her to stay away from riki cause he's "bad news". he prayed that she didn't listen to what they had to say about him and maybe had feelings for him as well?
y/n was going mad. left and right, she had people telling her to stay away from nishimura riki either because it was out of her well-being or it was some of riki's fangirls. she had accepted the fact that nishimura riki was her first crush but with the amount of people coming up to her everyday, she was getting very tired of it.
"hey wait up!" y/n stopped and turned around at the sound of a deep voice calling out to her. there, she was greeted with riki’s handsome face, a soft smile on his face.
“oh? hi riki, did you need something?” y/n asked, shuffling her feet around nervously. she noticed a couple of people whispering on the sides and sending judgmental looks towards her way. it sent a shiver town her spine.
“oh uhh no, i just wanted to ask you something,” riki replied awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.
“go ahead!” y/n smiled brightly. god did that do something to riki.
“umm..yeah so, i was wondering if you maybe wanted to go on a date?…with me?…i know we don’t really know each other, but i just..” riki mumbled the last bit, not exactly knowing what else to say.
this was most definitely not what y/n was expecting. in all honesty, y/n didn’t even know what to expect. but definitely not this.
“no no no! i mean- yes! i will, i do want to!” y/n blurted.
“really? how about you meet me in the slytherin common rooms tomorrow at 12?” his eyes brightened, realizing that he was finally able to get the girl of his dreams.
“that sounds good! see you tomorrow then!” y/n smiled, probably as red as a tomato.
as the two parted ways, y/n noticed how whispers followed her everywhere she went. she only then realized that it was all because she agreed to a date with nishimura riki. the school’s “bad boy”.
today was the day of her date. all of y/n’s friends told her that even though they were unsure about riki, they trusted her and her decisions.
they helped her get ready, making sure that she was drop dead gorgeous. y/n could feel the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. she was so nervous yet excited.
as she made her way over to the slytherin common rooms, she heard a couple of voices, making her pause before entering.
“oh come on nishimura, you’re not actually gonna date that hufflepuff. i don’t even know what you see in her besides for her pretty face,” y/n recognized the voice as draco malfoy’s. maybe he was right. why was riki even going on a date with her? it wasn’t like they even had much interactions with each other. was that all she was? a pretty face who was easy an easy game to play?
before she could realize, tears were pricking at her eyes. but she wanted to wait for riki to defend her. to say that he actually did like her too and he wanted this. but she never heard him speak up. the silence was deafening and each passing second of silence was like a stab to her heart.
she turned to scurry off, but of course, her foot just had to hid the door and make a noise, catching the attention of all the boys in the room.
“shit- it’s 12- fuck, y/n wait!” but riki was too late. he caught a glimpse of her glossy eyes before she ran off. fuck. there goes all his chances with her.
“uh oh. looks like nishimura’s girl heard-”
“shut the fuck off malfoy!” riki spat, ready to fuck him up. the pure anger in riki’s eyes were enough to shut draco up for good. “keep y/n’s names out of your filthy mouths or i’ll be sure to fuck you up.” he seethed before running out of the room and trying to make things right.
y/n was sat under the quidditch field bleachers, her head tucked into her knees, feeling so stupid and ashamed of herself. mostly because she had fallen for nishimura riki. what else was expected of him? of course he didn't actually like her. silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she bundled up her sleeve to wipe them away.
"y/n?? y/n are you here?" a voice startled her. his voice. y/n didn't know whether she wanted to hear him out or not. would she be able to face the harsh reality?
gathering whatever energy she had left, she pushed herself up and out from beneath the bleachers. riki immediately saw her and ran to her, praying she would hear him out.
"y/n! please let me explain! it's just draco running his mouth again! i promise this was genuine!" he begged. at this point, he would do anything for your forgiveness.
"is it true?...that you only got with me cause i was easy?" y/n whispered, afraid that if she spoke any louder, she would crumble.
"no! never! i swear that all my feelings were genuine. i know i shouldn't have let malfoy say all that shit about you. you're so much more than a pretty face, you have such a sweet and kind personality and you let me feel like an actual person rather than the reputation i've made for myself." riki rambled, running a hand through his hair.
y/n let those words sink in. so he really did like her back.
"you like me back?" she asked, finally making eye contact with the boy. riki could've sworn his heart almost broke when he locked eyes with your red and puffy eyes caused by tears. tears he caused to fall.
"i like you so much y/l/n y/n. and i mean it," he said softly, bringing a hand up to y/n's face and brushing the hair out of her face.
it's like time has stopped when I am next to you
riki slowly moved in closer to y/n, a hand wrapping around her waist.
it’s like a black hole in another dimension
the connection between the two was strong and y/n knew that he had to be the one she was waiting for all these years.
anomaly, like before light and space
the soft lighting of the sun hidden behind the clouds made the moment more surreal.
you are my absolute law, more significant than gravity
"can i kiss you?" riki whispered onto y/n's lips, their faces only centimeters apart.
a love that goes beyond words
"yes," and with that, riki smashed his lips against y/n's, their lips fitting together like puzzle pieces.
this is our paranormal love
the kiss was so soft yet filled with feeling. riki wanted to let y/n know how much he actually loved her. how much he's been wanting to do this.
more than normal love
y/n and riki stood under the bleachers, sharing a kiss full of love and passion. they were at the place where it all started. the quidditch field.
you arе my paranormal love
pulling away breathless, the two smiled so brightly. riki rested his forehead against y/n's, closing his eyes to savor this feeling and moment.
maybe falling for nishimura riki wasn't such a bad thing after all.
whew! here it is in all it's glory! i hope you all enjoyed this! if you did, please reblog and like! i appreciate it so much <3
for dani, congrats on 3k my love! it's such a huge accomplishment and it's crazy how much you've grown as a writer! i remember reading everyone's works for your 1k and 2k event and i'm so happy that i get to write a work myself for your 3k event! i can't wait to see you continue to grow here on blr <3 congrats once again dani!
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i. The Silver Starlet
pairing: Gene x popular!Reader
content: pdh, drill team!reader, opposites attract, suggestive but not explicit, allusions to blackmail, reader is described as having straightened hair, images used are NOT an indication of the reader’s appearance
summary: Gene was always looking for the next person to mess with. The next person to join his gang or blackmail into doing his bidding. But when he set his sights on what he assumed to be the ditzy drill team captain, he didn't expect to fall for her.
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"Five, six, seven, eight!"
"I was almost on the drill team," Sasha mused, leaning against the bleachers as she watched the Silver Starlets, Phoenix Drop High's drill team, practice. "I was a cheerleader when I was, like, five and my mom kept me in it till I was a freshman. She really wanted me to be a Silver Starlet."
Zenix glanced up from his phone, raising his brows at Sasha. "You were a cheerleader?"
"Yup."
She had never liked it. She didn't like that football season happened during the coldest months of the year and being outside, moving and hopping and yelling at the top of her lungs, made her want to die. It would have been the same if she'd decided to join the Silver Starlets. Practice in the crisp cold mornings and hot afternoons before and after the first day of school. For the whole year.
It sounded like hell.
"Come on girls! We've got a pep rally and game this Friday!"
"I find that hard to believe," Gene said. He leaned against the bleachers beside Sasha, watching the thirty-something girls as they tossed each other into the air and jumped around and practiced high kicks and did very. . . not Sasha things. "You did this?"
"Not this exactly, obviously. I was on a junior cheer team for peewee football, or something." Sasha let out a heavy breath, pushing herself away from the bleachers, glancing at the time on her phone. "It wasn't for me, so I quit. Hey, the bell's about to ring."
Gene waved Sasha off absentmindedly, keeping his gaze on the drill team. Zenix hopped up from the box of football supplies he sat on, pocketing his phone and stretching. "God, I can't wait to go home."
"If you're that unenthusiastic about being here then why did you come?" Sasha asked as she shouldered her backpack. It was a lot heavier than it should've been for the first day of school, but that was the result of not cleaning it out over the summer.
"Because my ISS carried over to this year." Zenix rolled his eyes. "I don't get why the board's so pissed about me bringing a piñata for students to hit. It was just a fun thing for the last day."
"Maybe because you ended up giving another student a concussion with the bat, Zenix."
"Well, maybe if Balto hadn't been pissing me off he wouldn't have been whacked."
"Gene, are you coming?" Sasha called. She and Zenix had walked a couple feet away before realizing Gene wasn't following.
"Huh?" Gene peeled his gaze from where the Silver Starlets were huddled, probably discussing their practice, to look back at Sasha and Zenix. He waved them off. "Nah, I'll meet you inside in a minute."
"'Kay. Usual spot?"
"Yeah," Gene shouted after them. The pair went around the corner of the bleachers, disappearing from his line of sight. Gene followed them with his gaze, lingering where they had turned the corner as he thought.
He was bored. This school year would be shit for him if he had to actually attend his classes (something his mom had gotten onto him about after receiving a threat of court the previous year). If he was forced to go to those classes, he might as well have fun.
And girls from the drill team were the easiest to mess with. Most had light colored hair and very few had common sense. Gene hated to say it, but he was pretty sure ninety percent of them fit some sort of dumb blonde or ditzy girl stereotype.
Gene glanced back out at the field. Most of the girls had grabbed their bags and were beginning to head inside, but there were a few that lingered. One in particular stood on the opposite side of where he stood, hunched over her bag as she drank from her white water bottle.
She lifted her gaze and met his. Her lips curled around the straw of her water bottle and she lowered it from her lips to properly smile and wave at him. Her straightened hair was starting to frizz, but a headband prevented it from falling in her eyes. Her makeup was simply done and done in a way that highlighted her eyes. It was obvious she was already physically exhausted, but she still seemed full with life.
Gene knew who she was, and there was no doubt she also knew who he was. Gene returned her smile, though his seemed more mischievous, and waved to her as well. When she turned her head at the sound of someone trying to get her attention, Gene slipped out from under the bleachers and followed Sasha and Zenix's path.
Y/n L/n. She was a very well liked junior. Very sociable, Captain of the Silver Starlets, the kindest girl anyone would ever meet (as Gene had overheard from multiple students) and her dream was to be accepted into Juilliard's dance program and, hopefully, become a Rockette. She had a hand in practically every extracurricular the school offered to get there, but the drill team was her main focus.
Another small, minuscule detail that had held Gene's attention since he became aware of it was her dating history. She was Laurance Zvahl's ex-girlfriend, but before they started dating it had been rumored that Garroth Ro'Meave liked her. What was interesting to Gene was how close she remained to both boys after her breakup with Laurance. So close, in fact, that there was the odd student here and there that speculated she was still dating Laurance.
Gene knew they weren't. He had eyes and ears everywhere and knew one thing or another about practically every student (and a few teachers) in the student body. If someone wanted dirt on someone else, they would come to him and he would offer it so long as he was given something in return. It was how he knew so much—he exchanged knowledge for knowledge.
It'd be fun, he found himself thinking as he walked across the edge of the football field. If he messed with Y/n, he'd undoubtedly mess with her friends. Laurance, Garroth, Katelyn. There was a long list of popular kids he'd be able to humble when he messed with Y/n.
Not to mention it'd take her preppy, happy go lucky self off the idealistic pedestal she'd been put on. Gene didn't have anything scandalous on her yet, but he'd find something. He always did.
Gene smiled to himself as he pulled the doors open and stepped into the school. He had a new target.
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"Molly, wrap this around the booth, will you?"
You held out the folded banner to Molly. The blonde nodded, taking the sparkly banner in her hands and recruiting the help of Stephanie, one of the newer Silver Starlets, to help.
You thanked her and blew out a breath, flattening the sparkly, powder blue sheet of plastic on the white table. The iridescent sheet crinkled beneath your fingers as you shifted it before Molly and Stephanie secured the banner around it. You still had to set up the sign that would go over the booth, and . . . God, you hated first day orientation.
You grabbed a small towel from your duffel beneath the table and dabbed at the perspiration gathering on your upper lip and forehead. It was unnaturally hot in the gym, and the thick material the Silver Starlet outfit was made of was not a good match for it. Not to mention the scratchy cowboy hat on your head and heavy makeup. You loved it, but not when you were in a room that would be crowded with freshmen.
Someone placed a pack of six water bottles on the table, and when you looked up you smiled at Laurance.
"Thanks," you said, reaching to break one of the plastic bottles away from the others. You had forgotten your own in the locker room, which was all the way across the gym and behind a booth that had already been set up. You deeply regretted that, so having Laurance bring you cold water was nice. Teony, president of student council, quickly passed by your table to drop off the countless fliers and registration forms for the Silver Starlets. "How's it going? Did you like Brazil?"
Laurance, having been adopted and living in Phoenix Drop practically his whole life, had suddenly harbored a burning desire to know where he was from the previous year. He'd asked Hayden to take an ancestry test, and when he found out his birth parents were in Brazil he begged to take a trip.
Laurance nodded, leaning against the table. "Yeah, it was really nice there. I was able to meet Luiz and Eloísa."
His birth parents. You met his gaze and smiled at him after organizing the fliers and sign up sheets on your table, straightening your posture. "Really? How were they?"
"They were . . . Nice." Laurance sounded almost hesitant. He was careful with his next words, choosing them thoughtfully. "It felt weird, though. I didn't know them and they didn't know me and it was just . . . Weird."
You nodded. You weren't sure what the full story of Laurance being put into the system was, but you could understand what he was saying to a degree. You related it to meeting a family member you'd never met in your head. Though his situation was probably vastly different.
"Are you gonna talk to them anymore at all?" you asked. He nodded.
"Yeah. I downloaded WhatsApp and got their numbers. So did Hayden, so we'll probably talk more."
"That's good. At least you can build a relationship from there." Laurance hummed. You gave him a once over, noticing he was still in his typical school uniform. "Shouldn't you be wearing your game gear, soccer captain?"
Laurance's lips curled up, clearly glad for the change in topic and mention of his new title. He saluted to you before pushing himself off your table. "You are correct. I was waiting until it got closer to the start of orientation before I did, but I guess it's close now." Laurance glanced up at the large game board on the wall, taking note of the time. "Yeah. Well, I will see you at lunch, Dancing Queen. You have B, right?"
You rolled your eyes. Dancing Queen was the stupid nickname Laurance had given you the first time saw you running drills when you had started dating. He'd used it to talk about you one too many times, and now that's how most Silver Starlet events were advertised.
"Yes, Laurance. I have B Lunch."
"Cool. So does Garroth. We'll see you then." He waved to you before pivoting on his heel and running to the boys' locker room.
You rolled your eyes again and shook your head before looking back down at the table. You rapped your fingers against the crinkly table covering, wondering what was missing.
The table was set. Molly and Stephanie had set up the banner meant to go above the booth while you were talking to Laurance. You were dressed. Your makeup was done and your hat was on. You'd added body shimmer to your collarbone and legs in the locker room. Fliers and sign up sheets were organized. Someone (probably Donna) had left her pompoms on the front corner of the table.
A lightbulb went off in your head. Coach Geter had given you a bottle of glitter confetti her daughter had made. You reached down into your duffel and grabbed it, scattering the silver and blue and lavender stars across the table.
You still felt like you were missing something, but you couldn't think of anything else. You shrugged it off after a moment, deciding that if it was something detrimental then you would recall it sooner or later.
Teony had swung by again. Well, she really slid beside you to hand you two foldable chairs before wishing you luck and walking off to the student council booth. That's how you knew it was starting soon—Teony was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.
You took a deep breath, waiting for the freshmen to start trickling into the gym.
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Gene let out a puff of smoke, resting his wrist against his knee. Sasha laid on her stomach in front of him, scrolling on her phone. Zenix wasn't with them. As soon as Mr. Sanders, one of the school's AP's, spotted him, he'd dragged Zenix to the ISS room. Wherever that was.
The point: only Gene and Sasha were sitting in the shaded area outside the gym.
"You know Y/n?" Gene's question broke the comfortable silence between the two of them. Sasha let her phone fall into the grass and stared at him for a moment before responding.
"Obviously. She's in my homeroom." Sasha blinked at Gene. It reminded him of a cat. "Why?"
"Curious."
Sasha raised a brow, adjusting so she could prop the weight of her head against her hand. "Why?" she repeated. Gene huffed.
"I just thought she'd be fun to mess with."
Sasha was almost even more appalled. Her eyebrows rose so high they disappeared behind her bluntly cut bangs. "Y/n? As in Y/n L/n? Y/n L/n as in the single nicest, sweetest, brightest girl in school."
"Precisely."
Sasha scoffed, lifting her phone back up and turning her attention to it. "That's ambitious even for you, Gene. You have nothing on her."
"Yet," he corrected, a sly smile playing at his lips. "I'll find something."
"Good luck because there's nothing to find. She really is as nice and perfect as she appears at school."
"And you know that how?"
Sasha exhaled, thinking as she typed away on her phone. "We had English together last year and got paired up a lot. We worked in the maker space and she really was one of the best people I've met."
"So you're friends with her?"
Sasha hummed, crinkling her nose. "Acquaintances, really.”
"So you can start a friendship with her. Bring her around every now and then and it'll all fall into place."
Sasha laughed again, glancing at Gene. "You're funny."
"It'll be easy, Sash." Gene rolled his eyes, inhaling another puff of smoke before blowing it out. "She's one of the drill girls. She's probably all . . . Ditzy and what not. She'll be easy to manipulate."
"Sure." Sasha pushed herself to her knees, lifting her arms to stretch and pop her back. "We have B Lunch, right?"
"Yeah," Gene mused. He watched Sasha lift herself to her feet and stretch again. She grabbed her bag and hoisted it onto her shoulders.
"I'm gonna go get food. I'll meet you at the lounge, 'kay?"
Gene hummed in acknowledgement, grabbing his phone from where it sat beside him and scrolling through Instagram. He didn't watch Sasha go back inside the gym, instead choosing to rest the cigarette between his lips as he searched your name in the search bar.
He found your account immediately. Followed by dantes_infernoes, laurmanz and 157 others, it said beneath your URL. He didn't know who the 157 others might have been, but he could take a guess at a couple.
He clicked on your profile. He didn't follow, you—not yet, anyway—he just clicked through your highlights and scrolled through your posts. You didn't post much about yourself. Most of it was about an upcoming Silver Starlets performance or someone else. The only post mostly centered around you he saw on your profile was a homecoming post from last year. Most others were of scenery or taken with friends.
Laurance was on your arm in most of the homecoming pictures. When Gene looked at the comments, he only found three (from Laurance, Katelyn, and your mom) and saw the words comments on this post have been limited.
Interesting. None of your other posts had that.
Gene looked at the clock. First Day orientation was ending soon, and after lunch he'd only have two and a half hours of the school day left. He doubted he'd have any classes with you, seeing as you were a junior and he was a senior, so if he wanted to do anything today he'd have to do it now.
He pushed himself off the floor and snuffed his cigarette out on the brick wall before dropping it in the grass. He pocketed his phone and made his way to the gym doors.
You'd be in there, right?
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You watched as your younger sister tried, and failed, to take the table covering off the foldable table without getting the confetti on it everywhere.
Julie failed miserably, and you snickered as she trudged across the gym and returned with a broom and dustpan. She picked the confetti up as you finished folding the plastic covering.
"You can go to lunch after," you said, nodding to the gym doors. "I'll take your trash and stuff."
Julie sighed, her shoulders falling. "Can't I eat with you and your friends?"
You exhaled, tilting your head at her. "Julie."
"I'm serious, Y/n! I haven't talked to anyone and I'm scared because what if they know I'm here on scholarship?"
You deadpanned. "With how loud you're being they definitely will." You had meant for it to be a lighthearted jest, but the panic that speared across Julie's expression made you rethink. "It's not a big deal that you got a scholarship, Jules. Lots of people did."
"None of your friends did . . ."
That's not the point, Julie." You crossed your arms, leaning back against the table. "Find some of the robotics kids and talk to them. I'm sure they'd love to be your friend."
"But what if they're stinky?"
You glared at her. "Then you have no right to complain about not having friends. Now go to lunch. You only have a couple minutes left now."
You rolled your eyes when she begrudgingly turned and sulked her way out of the gym. You loved her with all your heart, but Jesus.
The two of you didn't have the same lunch anyway, so it's not like she could have sat with you.
You sighed, looking back at the drill team booth. The plastic covering was now folded and ready to use for another event, but the banner hanging above the table was still up. And unfortunately, Molly and Stephanie had already left for lunch, leaving you to take it down by yourself.
Lucky you.
It was only after you found yourself standing on a chair, terrified of falling, and awkwardly holding the weight of the banner that you realized this was a two person job. Most everyone else had already cleaned up their booths and the ones that hadn't were in the locker rooms changing back into their school uniforms, so you were basically stuck unless you could figure out how to do this yourself.
You cursed under your breath, taking your hat off with a hand you managed to free and tossing it down. It landed on the floor, but you didn't care. You'd pick it up and dust it off in a moment.
"Need any help?"
You hummed glancing down to where the voice came from. Gene stood there. He was fairly tall, taller than you, so you found it amusing that you were looking down at him.
Now, you knew Gene. You were dating Laurance during his whole Shadow Knight phase and were practically an eyewitness to some of the bad, not to mention illegal, things he did. All reason pointed to you refusing his help, but . . . Well, how long were you really willing to hold up this banner by yourself?
"Yes, please," you said, glancing up at the other side. It looked like it would topple over and rip the fabric in half any moment. "Can you grab that side and unlatch it?"
Gene nodded, taking one long stride to the other side of the table. He reached up, hands wrapping around the pole, and lifted it from its confines. You did the same on your side, and Gene stepped closer to you and held out his hand to steady you as you stepped down from the chair.
You thanked him, letting go of his hand and handing him the pole in your other. "Hold this for a second?"
Gene complied, holding both metal rods together. You reached up and properly folded the banner, trying to stand even higher on your tiptoes to wrap it around itself.
"Watch your head," you warned, after which Gene slightly ducked to avoid being hit by either the banner or you. Once you had the fabric wrapped around the rods like a roll, you smiled at Gene. "Thank you so much, I can take it from here."
Gene returned your smile, though the way his lips curled made you think his intent was malicious. "No, I insist on helping. What else can I do for you?"
"Um . . ." Your eyes slightly widened, like an owl's, and you glanced around. There was one or two small things, but you could do that on your own. But you didn't want to seem rude by refusing his help . . . "Help me with the table?" you suggested.
He nodded, and you set the banner and rods down to help him turn the white table on its side and fold the legs in. You pointed him to where it should go, and once he lifted it you took hold of the banner and rods again.
You'd come back for the plastic sheet and your hat. But if Gene saw you were gone from the place, he'd probably go on with his day and you wouldn't have to talk to him again.
Clearly, your logic was flawed. It wasn't long before you felt the weight of the back half of the banner being lifted, and when you turned you saw Gene following behind you. He had your hat and the iridescent sheet in his other hand, and he flashed you another smile. You returned it with another tentative one of your own before turning your head and accepting your fate.
You knocked on the door to Coach Geter's office. It was locked, of course, and she was eating lunch so you were surprised by how fast she opened it. She didn't normally like being taken from any off time she had.
You beamed at her. Geter took note of the banner in your hands and pointed to an empty corner in the office before turning back to her computer.
"See you later, Y/n," she called after you once you and Gene walked out. You smiled and waved at her before fully closing the door.
Gene held your silver and blue cowboy hat out to you. You met his gaze as you tentatively took it, holding it against your stomach.
"Thank you," you said, smiling sweetly at him. "And thank you for helping me take down the booth. I was scared the banner was going to rip and then you just . . . appeared."
Gene nodded, leaning against the wall behind him. "It's not a problem. I'm always one to help someone in need, especially a pretty girl like you."
You hummed, though it was more of a courtesy than an actual response. You got told you were pretty all the time—it was all people ever noticed—but you doubted the sincerity when Gene said it. Laurance had told you how Gene worked. He would always butter up his victim by complimenting them and pretending to be clueless about what he knew.
"Well, thank you anyway. I appreciate it."
You pivoted on your heel to walk away, but Gene's voice stopped you. "I didn't get your name."
You chuckled, turning your head back to him. "Don't pretend you don't know who I am, Gene. I certainly know who you are."
His eyebrows raised. He'd hoped you'd play along. "What if I really didn't know your name?"
You rolled your eyes. "Please. You used to be friends with Laurance. I'm fairly positive he talked about me, not to mention Coach Geter literally just said it. Besides, even if Laurance didn't or you didn't hear, it'd be crazy if someone like you, who knows everything about everyone, didn't know my name."
He smirked, but this one had no malicious intent. He seemed amused. "Touché. Well, I will see you later, Y/n."
You hummed again, hoping that you wouldn't see him again for the rest of the school year. You didn't say anything else as you walked away. You only turned back when you reached the locker room doors, and you saw that Gene had already left. You watched for a moment as Laurance crossed the gym, jogging to reach the cafeteria before it got too full for B lunch.
You shrugged to yourself, letting the door slam loudly behind you as you entered the locker room.
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"It was so weird," you said to Katelyn, tucking your undershirt into your skirt. "He didn't seem nearly as bad as people make him out to be."
"That's because he was trying to get you," Katelyn said. She sat on one of the benches in the center of the room, scrolling on her phone as she waited for you to finish putting on your uniform. "That's how Laurance got indoctrinated to join the Shadow Knights last year."
You exhaled, looking into the mirror on the inside of your locker to wipe off any remaining red lipstick. "I know that, but . . . I don't know. It was just a weird encounter." You grabbed your backpack and shouldered it, closing your locker and clicking the lock shut. "Oh, and do not tell Laurance. I don't need him up my ass about this."
"Whatever you say." Katelyn glanced up at the sound of your locker shutting, pocketing her phone and standing with you. She walked in front of you and held the door to the gym open for you, and the two of you kept walking side by side. "I won't tell Laurance, but that's not to say someone else—say, Gene—won't tell him. You know he likes starting drama."
"Oh, my God. You're talking like my mom when she found out I was dating Laurance. 'Boys are nothing but drama and only want to impregnate you.' It's not that serious, Katelyn. We talked for less than five minutes. I mean it's not like I'm going to date Gene."
Katelyn laughed, holding the gym door open for you again. You stepped forward, thankful for the long sleeves and fleece tights of your uniform because of how cold the school hallways were. "Whatever. Your mom knows what's up."
"Says the girl approaching her one year with her boyfriend."
"Jeffory's a good guy." Katelyn playfully hit your shoulder. "He would never impregnate me, plus my dad likes him."
You hummed in faux disbelief, scrunching your nose and looking over at your friend. "I don't know . . . You guys got kinda freaky at the movies that one time."
"Oh, my God, that was one time and we just made out!"
The both of you burst out laughing and dropped the subject there. You spent the rest of your walk to the cafeteria comparing schedules, finding out you had four (technically five, if you included athletics despite being on different teams) classes together.
The school lunch was always something to marvel at. It was significantly better than the provided lunch at your public school in Scaleswind or any other lunch you'd ever had. Though, good food was a given since Phoenix Drop High was a privately funded school.
And the good food was was free to you. Thank the Lord for scholarships.
You led Katelyn to the circular table Laurance and Garroth had commandeered and sat next to her. Seven of the eight seats at the table were taken, and the empty one was next to you. Dante, who had been previously sitting by a timid boy with white hair, swiftly switched to the empty seat beside you.
"Watch this, Travis." Dante turned to you, a flirty smirk playing at his lips. You raised your brows expectantly as you speared your fork through the pasta on your plate, waiting for whatever idiotic thing he was going to say. "Hey, baby, are you a freezer? Cause I wanna stick my meat in you."
"OH MY GOD."
"EW!"
"Dante Lars Accardi!"
"You are fifteen!"
"What is wrong with you?"
You coughed, shoving Dante away from you so hard he fell out of the seat.
"Do not talk to me ever again," you said, shaking your head. You reached beneath you for your backpack, unzipping the main compartment and digging around for something you'd made just in case something like this happened.
You pulled out a decorated jar. There was a pink ribbon wrapped around the lip and you had bedazzled it to say 'd-bag jar.' Garroth saw what it said and giggled.
"You actually did that?" he asked, nodding to the jar.
"Yes! Because I had a vision of the future and saw this happening." You uncapped the jar and set it on the table. "Fifteen dollars in the jar, Dante."
"What?" he yelled.
"Fifteen dollars," you repeated more firmly, motioning to the bedazzled jar. Dante heavily sighed, grabbing his wallet. "New rule guys; any time anyone says anything like are you a freezer cause I wanna stick my meat in you"—you side eyed Dante as he begrudgingly put a ten and five ones into the jar—"or does something a douchebag would do, you have to put money in the jar."
Katelyn laughed, but your proclamation was met by groans from Laurance and Garroth.
"When I said we should get a dirt bag jar last year I meant exclusively for Dante," Laurance groaned.
"What do you mean exclusively for me?"
"Take a guess."
"No," you said, recapping the jar and shoving it back in your bag. "It's for everyone now because I'm tired of him trying to ask me and the drill team girls out"—you pointed at Dante before moving to point at Garroth and Laurance—"and you two need to stop leading girls on just because you're hot. It's mean."
"I think it's a great idea," Katelyn said, shrugging.
"Only, because you'll never put money in it," Garroth said, rolling his eyes. "This is a rigged system. Us guys are going to end up putting more money in the jar."
You shrugged. "Maybe you shouldn't say and do jerky things."
"What are you even gonna do with the money at the end of the year?" Laurance asked.
"I was thinking we like split it among us at the end of the year or donate it," you replied, picking up pasta with your fork and putting it in your mouth.. "We'll figure it out later."
"Watch us forget about this halfway through the year," Katelyn said, chuckling softly.
"Probably," you mused. You glanced up, expecting to meet the gaze of someone you knew but instead locking eyes with the black-haired girl. You smiled sweetly at her. You had seen her with the white haired boy during the first day orientation. She was probably friends with someone else at the table. "Hi," you said to her awkwardly after a moment. "Sorry about . . . That."
She smiled at you. "It's okay. Garroth kind of warned me something like that would happen."
You hummed, glancing at Garroth. So she was one of his friends. "I'm Y/n," you said, returning your gaze to her.
"Aphmau," she said. She motioned to the white-haired boy sitting next to her. "This is Travis."
"We met Aphmau this morning and decided to invite her to sit with us," Laurance said, motioning to himself and Garroth. "And turns out Travis and Dante were already friends, so it worked out."
You hummed and turned back to Aphmau, holding her amber gaze. "Do not fall for these lunatic's smooth words and romantic gestures, Aphmau. It will end badly."
Your tone was joking, but you were speaking from experience. It wasn't that you regretted dating Laurance, you simply regretted the things that happened while you were and the effect you let it have on you. You regretted the notes that fell out of your locker and the mean words you read in your DMs and the snide comments you overheard, even if they weren't your fault.
You didn't want that to happen to anyone else.
"What?" Laurance exclaimed. "I'm not that bad. You literally dated me!"
You hummed, side eyeing him. "Seriously, it's not worth it, Aphmau. The girls here can be mean."
Aphmau let out a strained breath of amusement, glancing between you and Laurance. "Are you two . . ."
You immediately shook your head. "No. We were last year, but we ended it mutually."
A look you could only describe as relief crossed Aphmau's face, and you knew already that you were too late to warn her about the problems that came with dating someone like Laurance or Garroth. The problems that came with dating Dante, even. The popular boys that had practically every girl wrapped around their fingers.
Aphmau hummed, and let the subject drop there. She kept conversation going, though, by asking other questions about the school as a whole. Travis jumped in with a comment or question of his own every now and then, but the rest of the lunch hour was spent simply getting to know the new freshmen.
You walked with Aphmau to her sixth period when the bell signalling lunch was over rang. You found out you had the same class as her (art, along with Garroth and Laurance) and sat with her at one of the tall tables. The four of you spent most of the period talking, since Mr. Smith led a fairly self guided art class.
You departed from the group for seventh period English. You knew Katelyn had the same class you did, so you waited for her outside the door so you could pick seats together. It took a moment, since her sixth period was practically across the campus, but you nearly ran into a silver-haired girl when you gave up on waiting and decided to walk into the class.
"Oh, Sasha!" you said, smiling at her. She looked up and returned your smile with a genuine one of her own when she saw you.
"Hey," she said. You knew Sasha was affiliated with Gene, but you liked her. Even with Laurance breathing down your neck about how terrible of a person she supposedly was, you considered her a friend. "Looks like we have English together again."
"Yeah." You nodded. Lucky for you, there was a group of three seats open. You set your bag in one to save it for Katelyn. "Katelyn has this class, too, but she's basically in another world right now." You laughed, settling into the desk beside Sasha.
"I don't think I've ever actually talked to Katelyn," Sasha said, setting her bag beneath her desk and leaning forward. She ran a hand thorough her straight hair. Her purple eyes were lined with dark eyeliner and she wore black lipstick. That paired with the paleness of her skin made you think she looked like a hauntingly beautiful ghost. "I don't think she likes me."
You shrugged. "Katelyn doesn't like a lot of people. I'm sure once she gets to know you she will."
Sasha smiled kindly. "That's good to know.”
Katelyn strolled into the class not long after. You moved your bag to beneath your desk so she could sit in the empty seat, and she greeted Sasha with a somewhat hesitant greeting.
It wasn't long until you were out in the field again, working with Hannah to straighten her legs when she did a high kick. You were thankful when practice ended you could finally go home. You could use the sleep after the long day.
Julie had already been picked up. You had texted your mom to let her know practice had finished and were now waiting on the bleachers to see her car lights pull up. You scrolled through your phone, thinking back to the offhanded comment you had made to Laurance, Garroth, and Aphmau in Art.
"I think I'm gonna try being more active on Instagram this year," you'd said. "Try to preserve memories."
Because of that, you spend the better half of the next fifteen minutes scrolling through your camera roll for a photo of the drill team. You found one with you and four other girls (the lieutenants) looking out at a football field and decided to use that.
You heard a car horn honk, and when you looked up you saw that your mom had rolled down the car window to wave to you. You smiled and stood up, running across the field with your bag to reach the car.
"How was school?" she asked, driving off once you secured your seatbelt.
"Good," you said. "I think Julie hates it, though."
Your mom laughed. "She definitely has . . . strong feelings about it. She told me that no one likes her, but you know how she tends to over exaggerate things."
You nodded. "I know. She's worried kids are gonna find out she's here on scholarship."
"Don't they know you are?"
"Yes! And once they find out she's my sister, they'll immediately know she is, too." You rolled your eyes, leaning against the center console to lightly press the top of your head to your mom's upper arm. "Oh, well. You can only do so much, I guess. What's for dinner?"
"Dad ordered Chick-fil-a to congratulate Julie for getting a scholarship and you for making Silver Starlet Captain." She smiled at you.
"Is he gonna be home tonight?" you asked, lifting your head. You mom shook her head.
"He will later. He's out fixing an AC unit right now."
You hummed. Your mom noticed the saddened tone and glanced over at you. She removed her right hand from the steering wheel and took hold of yours, running her thumb over your knuckles. "He'll be home tomorrow morning for sure. He said he wanted to drive you and Julie to school."
You nodded. "Okay."
She gave your hand once last squeeze before returning her hand to the wheel. The rest of the car ride was silent, only the soft sound of pop music coming through the car speakers.
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heyy saw your post ab requests!!
can you do simon and konig seeing their s/o for first time without makeup, but she's rlly insecure and overthinking it, while he's totally clueless bc he doesn't think much of it until he realizes she's acting kinda weird. ending with comfort/fluff plss

“You’re mad at me?”
The question rang through your head causing a flood of confusion.
“What? No Konnie.” You assured.
“Why won’t you look at me? You’re barely talking to me. I did something to upset you.” Those sad blue puppy dog eyes nearly killed you. You rapidly shook your head.
“Konnie I would tell you if you did something. I just”- You cut yourself off. You knew Konig was the exact opposite of materialistic and vain, so you didn’t exactly know how to tell him how you were feeling without getting laughed at. “I’m not wearing makeup.” You said slowly. He squinted his eyes leaning forward. He didn’t stop til your noses were touching.
“I like it.” He stated. “You’re mad at me because I didn’t notice.” He also stated. You rolled your eyes.
“No Konnie!” You couldn’t really even hold back a smile. The fact that he was missing your point completely actually made you feel a bit better. Maybe you really didn’t look that different. “I just don’t feel pretty.” His eyes widened.
“How can you say that?” He mumbled. “I don’t like you saying things like that.” He grabbed the empty plate in front of you and began washing it. He muttered a few things under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch.
“What?” You pressed. He didn’t answer you and continued washing the dishes. Once he was done he sat back down with you. This was a common thing with Konig. Him needing time to plan out what he was going to say. At first it felt insincere- having to plan out exactly what you were going to say to a person. Then you realized it just made him all the more honest. He genuinely thought about things- instead of just giving the first answer that popped into his head.
“What do I call you?” He asked suddenly.
“Schön.”
“What does it mean?” He continued.
“Uh, Sweetheart?”
“No, that’s Schatz.” He said shaking his head. “It means beautiful.” That was enough to make your eyes light up. Schön was his preferred nickname for you when you were alone. It was usually mumbled against your skin, but other times it was spoken so proudly as if it were a fact. He held out his arms for you. You accepted his invitation and crawled into his lap.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispered.

“Again.”
“Simon.” You groaned. “Can we do this later? My throat hurts.”
“Do you feel it?”
You paused.
“Again.” He insisted.
“I’m beautiful.” You muttered looking at yourself in the mirror. If anything this was worsening your self esteem. Having to stare at yourself next to your god of a boyfriend. Simon shot you a glare in the mirror.
He thought affirmations would help. After you had a small breakdown in the living room when he said you looked different. He didn’t mean it in a bad way at all, but that’s what you heard.
“When Johnny does this it works.” He muttered back, rubbing his jaw. Flashes of the Scot yelling affirmations to himself in the mirror before every mission flashed through his mind.
“That’s cause Johnny is hot.”
Cue another glare.
“You know what I mean. He just rolls out of bed- so do you. Do you know how much work I have to put in to not look ugly?”
“What did you just say?” His voice was so stern it caused you to jump. “You called yourself ugly?” He looked offended. His molten eyes were hard- but there was something else there. Hurt- maybe anger. Probably both.
“You know what I mean.” You sighed.
“No actually I don’t.” He spat. “Why do you talk to yourself like that? Makes me sick.” He growled.
“It doesn’t really have anything to do with you Si. It’s just how I feel without makeup.” You tried to explain. He wasn’t having it.
“It does have something to do with me. You think I have bad taste? That I’m attracted to ugly people? Well I’m not. I’m not saying I like you just because of your looks, you have a lot going for you, but you sure as hell aren’t here just cause you can make me laugh.” He shot back.
“Well you’ve only seen me with makeup.” You reminded. His brows furrowed.
“You’re still here yeah? I haven’t kick you out. You know why?” He took a step forward holding your face between his hands. “You are one of the most beautiful things that have ever happened to me. Don’t you ever insult my taste again, because I know beauty when I see it. Understand?”
A soft smile spread across his face when your glow came back. You smiled widely.
“Yes Sir.”
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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡. usually not a choso gal at all but the idea of casting director!choso x black fem actor reader came to me . ( blurb kind of . )



˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ — slight ooc choso? , fluff, banter,
casting!director choso has come across beauty of all ages, all ethnicities but never quite a beauty like you through looking at these casting audition tapes.
every girl who auditioned for the role of this girl for the romcom movie just didn’t fit the description for him, they were all the opposite of the role and how this main character was described in text. He really had half a mind to quit being the casting director for this movie until he came across you.
you fit the description well. 4c brown hair, deep brown skin and dollish eyes. You didn’t just have looks but acted out this role perfectly for someone auditioning and that’s all it took for him to decide to cast you and call back whatever people were running this movie.
he got some push back from the filmaker, questioning him on why he’d cast such a niche unknown actress for a hollywood movie but choso was sure of his choice.
“i think a new actress would be good wouldn’t it? I think some fresh faces would really make this film pop out.” was his only response to the film maker.
he ended up right with the romantic comedy movie doing pretty well and critiques complimenting your whit and charisma and overall acting. The movie doing so well that there was a after party.
usually choso wasn’t one to attend these types of parties. When he was invited he always just congratulated the film maker through text then went back to his usual routine of staying inside.
this routine for him changed when he decided to say yes since it gave him a chance to see you in the flesh. It definitely surprised a few to see someone as introverted as choso actually at a party.
when it came to actually wanting to talk to you it was hard. He forgot how much he actually hated talking to people, having to fake laugh his way through people’s unfunny jokes till he finally got to you.
you were all smiles in a pretty white a-line tie neck dress, long light pink bow tying up your dark brown hair and black pumps that were definitely making you two inches taller than your actual height.
you were happy to actually meet the man who made it possible for your career to have such a jump start, giving him a nice calm hand shake.
“i’m glad i’m finally meeting the man who even made it possible for me to even have such a good role.” you giggled, a soft giggle that choso liked. Your voice matched your look nicely. “in a way, you’re kind of responsible for my career in a way.”
choso shook his head with a chuckle. “i’m just a simple cast director, i can’t be responsible for your current success. I just saw something about you that… just clicked for me.” he gestured with his hands making a snap of his fingers to indicate that.
your lips pursed, brows raised at that. “well i’d love to know what clicked. Out of all actress’s in the casting tapes you picked me.” you pointed your finger on your chest.
choso hummed. He could tell just by how you spoke and your questioning you were someone who wasn’t use to being picked first. “well, when i looked at the other girl’s tapes they didn’t fit the description of this character on paper.” he paused just to look at the intrigued expression on your face. “but you fit it well and just, acted the part beautifully in your tape. That answer your question?”
a impressed smile was on your pretty lips, nodding. “i’m glad not only do you find me pretty but a good actress.”
a slight blush was on choso’s cheeks while he chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “who knows, maybe i can find another casting gig and put you onto some slasher film.”
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Flufftober Day 4 - First
Content includes: Ace x reader, reader is referred to as "Prefect", getting together, gender neutral reader, author's inability to write Ace properly
Ace Trappola was a lot of firsts for you. He was the first person you truly considered a friend in Twisted Wonderland, along with Deuce and Grim. He was the first person to jump to your aid when you were threatened by Riddle during his Overblot, even if it meant putting himself in danger. He’s the first to congratulate you when you do well on an exam, even if it is in his own teasing way.
He was also the first boy you ever loved.
It was hard not to fall for Ace Trappola. He was the most average teenage boy you’d ever met, all false confidence and teasing remarks, but he was also much, much more than that. He was your best friend, someone you trusted more than anyone else.
But you never once thought it would go anywhere.
The day started like any other. You were lounging around Ramshackle, enjoying your day off from classes. As far as you were concerned, you had absolutely nothing to do today, and you were more than happy to curl up on your ratty couch with Grim and chill.
And then your phone rang, and all of your (lack of) plans were thrown out the window.
You groan when you see the caller I.D., already knowing exactly what’s about to happen. Still, you pick up, unable to resist a call from him.
“Hey Prefect, how’s it goin’?” Ace’s voice comes through the speaker, sounding shaky, almost as if he’s running. He’s also doing that thing where he pretends to sound casual, which means he’s about to ask you for a favor. You cut to the chase, telling him to just spill it already.
“Jeez, harsh much? Can’t a guy just call up his friend for a chat?” After a curt ‘no’ from you, he sighs, confirming exactly what you already suspected. “Okay, so I may have upset Riddle again, but it’s not my fault most of these rules are so stupid. Anyway, I’m heading over to you, so be prepared. K, bye.”
And with that, he hangs up before you can get a word in. It doesn’t matter anyway, as you wouldn’t have denied him even if you wanted to. Even if it’ll get you in trouble, you always let him crash with you when he needs it.
Soon enough, you hear erratic knocking on your door, and you open it to find Ace hunched over, panting as he attempts to catch his breath.
You step aside to let him in, and he saunters in like he hadn’t been practically dying not two seconds ago. “Thanks Prefect, you always know how to help a guy out.” He flops down on your couch, scaring Grim, who promptly shouts at him before jumping down to wander off.
After a moment, you join him, sitting next to him on the opposite end of the couch. You remain like that for a while, just sitting in silence and watching whatever you had on your tv.
Clearly, this silence is too much for Ace since you can see him fidgeting out of the corner of your eye. He’s never been the best at sitting in silence like this, especially not when around someone else.
Awkwardly, he clears his throat, trying to get your attention. He already had it, as per usual, but he doesn’t need to know that.
He turns to face you, curling up so that his back is against the armrest of the couch. You do the same, mirroring his position. You sit like that for a moment, not quite sure what he wanted. It seemed like he had something to say, but now he’s just staring at you. You give him a look, prompting him to speak.
“Well, only because you asked.” He huffs, pretending to be annoyed, but you can read him well enough by now. He’s happy you prompted him. “So, not to get all sappy, because gross, but, seriously, thank you. I know I can kinda be a pain sometimes, but you’re always so willing to put up with me. I don’t know why, but you are and… and I really appreciate that.”
He turns away, obviously flustered by the confession. You laugh a little, a mixture between surprise and amusement. It must have taken a lot of courage for him to confess something like that to you, not to mention how much he probably had to fight against his ego to get so sappy.
At your laugh, he chucks a pillow at you, but it holds no force behind it. You catch it easily, holding it in your lap as you continue to watch him. His confession made you happy, of course, but you’re not quite sure how to take it. He could have easily just meant it in a friendly way. After all, the two of you are friends. Best friends. But, a small voice in the back of your mind holds out hope that maybe, just maybe, he meant it differently.
Eventually, you pluck up the courage to ask what brought this on all of a sudden. Ace may be your best friend, but he’s not the type to get sappy at all. He sits there for a second, no doubt thinking over how he wants to answer your question.
“There’s no getting past you, is there Prefect? Fine, I’ll give.” He takes a deep breath, and it’s obvious that whatever he’s about to say has been weighing on him for a while.
“I like ya, Prefect. Like, as more than a friend. Also, I lied about Riddle being mad at me today. Actually, he was kinda helping me out. He’s kinda the one who made me realize I like you, as cringy as that sounds. I was running ‘cause I wanted to get over here quicker so I could see you. Sorry, for lying and all. I just didn’t know how else to do this.”
You sit there, stunned that he would admit it so easily. But, at the same time, you’re glad. It makes your feelings a lot easier to process.
It also makes your next move feel a lot less embarrassing.
You put the pillow aside before crawling over to his side of the couch. You can see his face flush in embarrassment, and he questions what you’re doing. Before he can start teasing you, you lean in and kiss him, effectively shutting him up.
It’s a quick kiss, only lasting a couple of seconds, but it conveys all of your emotions. When you pull back, Ace is smiling like the dork he is, and you’re sure you look the same.
Without another word, Ace grabs the front of your shirt, pulling you back in for another kiss.
Ace Trappola has been all of your firsts during your time in this world. And, hopefully, he’ll continue his streak.
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Lucifer's appreciation | Lucifer x Gn reader
Summary: Lucifer has a hard time accepting his feelings about you, but when he finally accepts them he really wants to show you how much he likes you.
Warnings: MDNI, first time writing smut, smut comes after the ribbons୨୧, tried my best to make it gender neutral and no genitals are mentioned, misunderstandings at the start, reader receiving oral, smut is pretty short, english isn't my first language
A/n: This is my first time writing smut so really I have no idea what I'm doing my friend helped a lot with writing the smut part. Smut will probably not be a regular occurrence on my blog because I really found it hard and needed quite a bit of help from her so you will notice her influence there.
Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more <3
Lucifer who avoids you like the plaque, because it's the first time since Lilith left that he felt attracted to someone. And he doesn't really know what to do with himself, he is divorced so he doesn't owe loyalty to anyone. But still, he can't really let go of the feeling that he betray's his thousand-long-year marriage if he accepts his attraction for you.
And you who doesn't know what you did wrong, you thought about every interaction you two had, but couldn't come up with a reason why he avoids. You didn't like the weird energy between you two and the others also noticed the weird energy between you two.
So you decided that you would follow what Charlie taught you and confront him about it (nicely of course).
Lucifer who doesn't know what to do when you suddenly corner him in front of his suite. He and you both know that he could easily get away from you but Lucifer couldn't move, you two were never this close, and right at this moment he could smell you, hear your breathing and your face was so close to his. His heart was beating out of his chest so it took him a second to register that you were saying something. "Wait what did you say?" Lucifer asked not having paid attention.
With a sigh you took a step away before repeating yourself, "I asked if I did something to offend you?"
This question left Lucifer completely confused, he couldn't understand where this question was coming from and it seems that this was also obvious on his face as you then added.
"You avoid me like the plague, every time I go into a room you're in you leave. Really if there was something that I did wrong let me fix it, I don't want to make things weird around the hotel for everyone."
This made a light up in Lucifer's head and he let out a sigh, his usually confident demeanor faltering for a moment as he struggled to find the right words. "You haven't done anything wrong, really, trust me," he began, his eyes meeting yours. "I hadn't thought about how my behavior could make others uncomfortable."
You nodded, relief washing over you as you realized it wasn't something personal. "I'm glad to hear that," you replied softly, taking a step closer to him again. "I was worried there was something I did to upset you."
Lucifer hesitated, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips.
"No, nothing like that," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky tone. "In fact, quite the opposite."
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your own feelings jumping around at the change in mood. "What do you mean?"
A small, almost unnoticeable smirk formed on Lucifer's lips as he leaned in closer. "I've been avoiding you because I couldn't handle just how much I'm attracted to you," he admitted his voice low and filled with raw honesty. His confession left you with surprise but you also could feel your face heating up.
You two stood there an awkward silence between you two, after Lucifer took everything to confess to you it only felt right for you to take the next step. "I have something to confess too" you admitted, your voice mostly steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.
Lucifer's curiosity was piqued, his eyes locked on yours, waiting for your words.
"I've been drawn to you since the moment we met," you confessed, your cheeks heating up even more. "Your charm, your confidence, just everything about you... it's irresistible."
A small smile tugged at the corners of Lucifer's lips, a flicker of something deeper passing through his eyes. "Perhaps we should continue this conversation in a more... private setting."
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His lips trailed down your neck, kissing and sucking on it, making pleasant shivers go down your spine. Lucifer left from where he was currently sucking a hickey into your neck and almost nervously asked, "Is this okay?" He nuzzled your cheek to soothe your nerves. You couldn't find the words to answer, so you pulled him in for another kiss. Lucifer made a surprised sound before pulling away. "I just really want to make sure that you don't regret this later."
You smiled reassuringly, finding it endearing how much he cares about you. "Lucifer, I want this, please," you drew out the last word, showing Lucifer just how desperate you were for this. Lucifer leaned in for a chaste kiss on your lips. "If you're sure then please, let me take care of you."
He went back in, kissing your neck, but this time he trailed down. He let his lips wander around your chest while his hands were on your waist. No part of your skin was left untouched by his lips. You were left feeling impatient as Lucifer took his time appreciating you. He slowly continued down until he reached the waistline of your pants. He stroked the bare skin of your waist before opening your pant button. He slowly pulled down your pants, kissing the skin of your legs that were slowly exposed. After pulling your pants completely off, he kissed his way up. But he never put his mouth where you actually needed him.
"Lucifer, stop teasing, please." you pleaded the neediness obvious in your voice.
Lucifer chuckled, looking up at you from between your thighs. "Can't you let me appreciate you?"
"Well maybe if you weren't working me up so much I could appreciate you appreciating me." you said with a huff.
He just chuckled again and nipped at your thighs while looking directly into your eyes. The eye contact made you throb, and you think Lucifer knows exactly what kind of effect this has on you. Lucifer started sucking more hickey into your thighs, which had you squirming and moaning with need. And while you wanted to tell him to hurry up, you knew that would just make him want to draw out the teasing.
He teased you for a bit longer before your breath hitched when Lucifer hooked his hands into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your legs and off your feet. The cold air sent a chill down your body and made goosebumps rise on your skin.
This time he didn't waste time wrapping his lips around where you wanted him this whole time. He took one of your hands, burying it in his hair, encouraging you to tug at it while he started sucking. You tightened your grip on his hair when you started feeling the familiar pleasure. He alternated between licking and sucking, somehow knowing exactly where you were most sensitive.
This was exactly what you were craving the entire time. You couldn't deny that Lucifer seemed to be an expert, and you felt a familiar coil twisting embarrassingly quickly in your stomach. You moaned and panted as Lucifer seemingly just doubled his effort the closer you got to your release. You began to move along to help you reach your orgasm. All the while, Lucifer couldn't take his eyes off of you, completely stunned by the sight of you getting pleasure just by using his mouth.
It filled him with pride seeing you enjoying yourself, and Lucifer let out a moan that sent hot white pleasure through your entire body. Your mouth opened in a silent moan as you rode out your high. Lucifer didn't stop until you started trying to pull him away from you because of the overstimulation.
He kissed around your thighs again as you caught your breath again. When it seemed like you calmed down enough to think again, he moved up from between your legs to kiss you again. "So I take it that you enjoyed yourself." he said with a proud smirk on his face.
You rolled your eyes, lightly pushing at his shoulder before answering sarcastically, "I don't know where you would get that idea."
Lucifer's smirk only widened at your sarcastic response. "Oh, I don't know, maybe it was the way you were practically pulling me in for more." he teased, his tone full of amusement.
You scoffed, but the slight smirk on your face betrayed your bluff. "You wish." you retorted while crossing your arms.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing way. "I don't need to wish when I can see the truth written all over your face." he remarked, his voice husky again.
You tried to maintain your composure, but his closeness and the remnants of what you did just now made it difficult. "Fine, maybe I enjoyed myself a little." you admitted, a teasing glint in your eyes.
Lucifer's grin turned into a smug expression, his confidence radiating off him. "A little? My dear, I'd say you were thoroughly enjoying yourself." he remarked, his arrogance only adding to the playful banter.
You rolled your eyes again, but this time there was a genuine smile on your face. "Well okay, I suppose you weren't bad. But I think I should now show you how it's really done." you teased back, pulling him in for a deep kiss.
Lucifer broke free from the kiss and with a chuckle added, "I can't wait to see what you have planned."
Divider by: @thecutestgrotto
Mdni divider by : @cafekitsune
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Don't touch me!

Back in November 21st, 2022, before I made this blog, I was inspired to write my first oneshot to @tmntxthings as a gift. 🥰
I wanted to share this, as I'm a little afraid it might get lost otherwise.
Summary:
After a hard battle, you try to comfort your boyfriend
Warnings: DonniexgnReader, hurt and comfort, fluff
💜🐢💜
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“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you, Y/n.” Leo warned you, grabbing your arm, stopping you from entering the purple masked turtle’s lab.
You looked back at Leo. Mikey had called you, letting you know they had all returned safely (for the most part) from their latest mission.
But Donnie had been hurt rather seriously. After Leo had patched him up, he had locked himself in his lab, refusing to let anyone in.
“But I have to see him!” you said, your voice trembling with worry.
Leo knew you wouldn’t back down. All the brothers knew how much the two of you were in love. But he also knew what his twin could be like in a vulnerable state.
“Okay…” he said hesitantly, letting go of your arm.
You walked up to the door of Donatello’s lab and knocked. There was no response. You tried again. Nothing…
Luckily, you knew the code to open the door, so you still managed to enter.
It was dark in there. The only lights on, were from the screens of the computer monitors. You could barely make out the figure sitting by the working table, but you knew it was Donnie.
“Donnie?” you called softly.
“Please leave, Y/n…”
You did the opposite, you moved closer.
“Mikey called. I just want to make sure everything’s okay.”
“I want to be left alone.”
You kneeled by his chair, looking up at him. From the faint light of the screens, you could see his right shoulder was completely wrapped in bandages.
“Won’t you at least look at me?”
Slowly, he turned his head, facing you. You couldn’t quite read his face though.
You reached up a hand, wanting to caress his cheek, but swiftly, his hand grabbed your wrist.
“Don’t touch me!”
Your eyes widened, startled. He had never raised his voice at you like this before.
His eyes were cold and his grip on your wrist was tight.
What were you suppose to do in this kind of situation?
He blinked a few times, then let go of you, turning his head away.
“Just leave.” he hissed.
You got up on your feet, rubbing your wrist. You quickly made your way out of the lab.
A few days passed before you returned to the lair to visit the turtles.
When you did, you wanted to act as if nothing had happened. You knew Donnie hadn’t meant to snap at you. He had apologised sincerely, explaining that the mission had been rough on him, that was why he had acted so unreasonable.
You forgave him, but he noticed you started to distance yourself from him.
You didn’t initiate the usual contact with him. You didn’t try and hold his hand or lean your head against his shoulder while watching movies.
One day, while the two of you were hanging out in his lab, he decided to confront you about it.
“Y/n,” he said, putting away his work and walking up to you. You were currently absorbed in a good book.
“Hmm?” you answered, not looking up from your book.
“Y/n, I need to ask you…” he said, placing a hand on one of yours.
This made you jump, dropping the book onto the floor.
The purple clad turtle noticed something fearful in your expression, even though it was just for a second.
You looked up at him, then giggled nervously, “Haha, clumsy me…”
Donnie frowned, now holding your hand with both of his.
“Y/n, tell me what’s wrong. You’ve been acting different lately.”
You looked down at his hands holding yours, not even noticing you were tearing up.
“It… it’s nothing…”
“Y/n, you’re crying. You’re trembling at my touch. Why?”
You looked down at your lap, not being able to stop your tears.
"Don't touch me," you whispered, making Donnie pull away in surprise. This wasn't like you...
"That's what you said," you then explained. Donnie held his breath for a moment. Now he understood.
“You… you scared me.” You then admitted, “back when you were hurt…you grabbed my wrist and told me not to touch you… I-I’ve never seen you like that before…”
Donnie felt his heart drop. He had forgotten exactly how harshly he had reacted when you had reached for him back then. But he had already apologised, right?
“I’m sorry Y/n. I already said I was, didn’t I?”
“I know, I know,” you said, “and I know you didn’t mean to snap at me… but it made me afraid to touch you,”
The turtle sighed, gabbing your hand again and gently pulled you up from your seat. He felt your hand tremble in his. He had grown used to your touch, even if he usually wasn’t the biggest fan of physical contact, most of the time. It hurt to know he had frightened you to distance yourself from him.
“My dear Y/n,” his voice was gentle, “I’ll show you right here, right now, that there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
He pulled you in for a gentle and warm embrace. You stiffened a bit at first. You couldn’t remember Donnie ever initiating a hug, it was usually always you who reached out to him.
You carefully leaned your head against his shoulder, relaxing more now in his arms, feeling his hand rub your back in small circles.
After a little while, he pulled away a little, placing a hand under your chin, looking into your eyes. He wasn't going to let you doubt his love for you again. He lead your lips up to meet his in a soft kiss.
Your fears were swept away completely.
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stars, part. ii
pairing; pro hero!midoriya x f!reader
word count; 5,8k
parts; one, two
warnings; MDNI!!! SMUT. fulfilled yearning. friends to lovers. unprotected sex. piv. heavy on the overstim. hint of choking. whimpering boys.
+ gaaaaaahhhh... he makes me feral. requests are open. <3 this is not proofread, so just be warned lmao
you’re braver than you give yourself credit for.
“i… would like that,” you breathe, and a small smirk curves his mouth at the corners in satisfaction, but he’s not cocky in realizing you feel for him—quite the opposite. he’s humble as ever. soft and sturdy and deceptively innocent.
you’re not usually one to dive head-first into anything, preferring to stay back and test the waters much longer than necessary before slowly descending beneath the surface. however, his patience — this gentlemanly behavior — makes you feel a certain confidence in taking a lead. it’s clear you both want something more.
you won’t take the lead though, because he is izuku midoriya. he is the most perfect man you have ever laid eyes on, and you are terrified of messing something up now that he’s here with you. you want him to take the lead, above all else, because it’s impossible for him to mess up with you — you’ll take whatever he wants to give, suddenly so desperately needy for him to have his way with you. even if he simply wanted to speak to you and nothing else, you would take it. you’d listen to whatever he wants to tell you.
his eyes are staring at your lips as though you are the lifeline of the two of you, and your body flushes with heat that centers itself in your belly, erupting into some kind of feral flight of butterflies at the idea that he finds you special enough to want to hold onto you.
scratch that, there aren’t butterflies in your belly; they’re bloodthirsty bats who want you to bite and lick the thick fatty muscles across his whole body.
you’re not usually so wicked in your desires, but he is being too slow in his advances — you have weeks worth of shy conversation to catch up, so why not slam all those words into one big act of selfish intimacy? or ten. you wouldn’t mind going overboard. this water is tempting.
he’s been looking at your lips too much now, and you’ve been looking at his, and you think you might lose your head if you don’t feel his mouth on yours within the next minute.
but you don’t want him to think it’s only sex you want. because it’s not. even if your mind is screaming for you to jump him. you want him, period. all of him. whatever that would entail — you could handle it. as long as he never ignores you again.
so you lift the hand you hold in yours, feeling the calluses of hard work as you hold his fingers in front of your mouth and press your lips to his knuckles. his eyes flicker down to his hand against your lips, and his smile turns a little shy.
“you’re soaked,” you mutter against his fingers, more for your own benefit than his comfort, eyes fluttering as you look at the outline of the thick muscles of his chest, a furious blush rising on your cheeks. you want him to take off his shirt, and the fact he wants you as much as you want him makes you feel powerful and bold, and you really, really want to feel his skin under your fingers.
izuku studies you, hungry gaze slitted as he takes in the silent request. he’s patient with all of this, but he catches on, thank heavens.
slowly, he slips his hands away from you and wrings the wet shirt over his head, and you think you may need to step into another room to take a breather or to drink a glass of water, or to touch some fucking grass, because he is so unfathomable and beautiful and so horribly thick that you don’t even know what to do with all of him now that he’s been given to you.
his gaze descends to your tank top, your heaving chest, down to your bare thighs, before they come back up to linger at your hips. he takes liberties, sensing in the air that you’re game for whatever he wants to do with you, and he reaches for you. big hands pull you in by your waist, and tentative as you are, you stumble into him, palms slapping against the damp, hot skin of his chest.
you think you see the heat of a blush on his cheeks as his nose brushes yours, a drunken smile on those pretty pink lips, his hands sliding down to your hips, fingers tugging at the hem of your top. you lift your arms to let him slip it off of you.
his fingers are delicate as they find your bare waist, brushing over the skin as he slowly takes a hold of you. goosebumps shoot across your body as he holds you close, and you look up at him through your lashes, wondering if he can see how bad you want to kiss him.
he lifts your chin with gentle fingers, tilting your head a tad backward with those calloused hands that are capable of such power, and he looks at the shifting emotions in your eyes for a moment before his mouth presses against yours. your eyes slide shut, savouring the sensation of his warmth against yours. sweet, short.
your mouths part slightly, but not a moment later he has your lips against his again. smooth, velvety — you don’t see stars, but you feel the bloodthirsty bats in your belly flapping their wings throughout your entire body.
the shift of his hands turn less timid as he lets perhaps a sliver of his desperation take over, large hands gripping your waist, drawing you up against his chest, tongue parting your lips as you both fall into a rhythm. your own hands support yourself on his biceps, and the feeling of his hot, damp skin and thickly wired muscles warps your wistful mind into precious cotton, all sense of the world around you leaving with all notion of any sort of shame.
one of his hands move up, sliding over your shoulder, fingers descending into the hair at the back of your neck, gripping it and setting your body ablaze with longing. it’s more than a longing, but you don’t have the mind to dwell on what it is that truly simmers between the two of you, and you definitely wouldn’t have dared hope either way. he is izuku, after all. the great deku. the one. the largest and brightest star in any universe you want to know of.
the deceptiveness of his innocence flickers, the hand on his waist slipping down to grip your plump ass, forcing your body closer to him, the hand at the back of your head taking charge of your entire frame.
to stand within his embrace, to feel even a hint of the strength that truly rests under that calm and sweet exterior is exhilarating, and while you don’t want pain, you don’t want him to hold back too much either. you feel him smile against your lips, as if the way your fingers tighten on his flesh gave away your thoughts.
to your great mortification and alleviation, the hand on your ass slides up to the clasp of your bra, and while it impresses you it also send your mind whirling how he so expertedly releases your breasts from their holder with one hand. the release of tension on your shoulders and chest gives you a sudden sense of falling, a dread rushing through your veins. he is so familiar with this action that he must have done it over and over; what if you are not up to his standard? you are not the most confident in your body, you often see more flaws than anything else, and thus those flaws must be visible to him too.
and he isn’t as shy as you have made him out to be within your mind’s eye. he parts from your lips, he leans back and he slips your bra down your arms, and he curses under his breath as your nipples tighten in the chill of the air.
his hands aren’t nearly as timid when he reaches out to grip your waist, pressed against the underside of your boobs, eyes lit with some rough possession as he stares at your bare torso. a shudder rips across your skin as his thumbs stroke over your tits, over the pert peaks, and any doubt you might have had seemed to fly away with your exhale. his big palms cup your breasts, as though he too can’t seem to understand this is happening.
“fuckin’ beautiful,” he mutters, as though enchanted, his dark gaze finding yours again. you’re exposed, and you don’t find that to be the most comfortable of experiences , but it strokes your confidence and so you manage to keep from covering and hiding. you do blush though.
one of his hands find your neck, your jaw, tilts your head up as his lips hover above yours again, and you grow dizzy when he says, “you’ve been hiding all this from me, hm?”
it’s yours, take it. i’ll never hide again, you want to say. you don’t because your words fail you and you don’t dare mess anything up.
your shy fingers find his strong stomach, ghosting over the skin and muscle there with deliberate tardiness on their way up to his chest. your feel the scars, the evidence of the hard life he lives, the life he makes look so effortless and valiant.
you can’t get yourself to look directly at his scars but you map them out, taking notice of how he tenses slightly, how he watches you intently, how he lets you do what it is you wish to do.
“did they hurt?” you don’t actually dare to hear the answer, because you’re deep in him now and you fear his pain might easily become yours, and you’re no good with pain.
“i don’t remember,” he says, voice soft and warm, even while tinged with somber memories. his thumb brushes over your cheek. “probably.”
“i’m sorry.”
his brows lower. “no fault of yours.”
“i mean…” you trail off. you feel guilty. “i was mad at you. you don’t deserve that.”
“i fight my battles because i choose to. i hurt your feelings by choice as well, even if it was not intended to hurt.”
“but you are someone important. i’m not.”
his eyes search mine. “do you honestly believe that?”
“that you’re important?”
“that you’re not.”
“i… of course. you’re a pro hero.”
“baby,” izuku breathes, shaking his head, and you are thankful for the hold he has on you, otherwise your knees might give out. “you are someone.”
“not someone special.”
“you’re special to me,” he mutters, brushing his nose against yours. “and i’m going to show you just how special you are,” he tenderly smiles against your lips, a little cocky now, as though he knows he’s going to show you the stars you’ve envisioned.
he kisses you again, deeper, stronger, and his tongue slides against yours, and you shiver and sigh through your nose, standing on your tippy toes, afraid you can’t get close enough. through your kiss he lets out a scoff of a laugh through his nostrils at your efforts, and you blush, but he doesn’t let you grow shy — he holds you tighter, slides his hands down your back, fingers dip into the hem of your soft shorts.
parting from your lips, he suddenly removes his hands from you, only to bend down and pick you up by the back of your thighs. you startle, you want to protest, afraid you’re too heavy, but he lifts you up and you wrap timidly around him with a small, shy laugh as he carries you toward the only other door within the apartment — your bedroom.
his lips are on yours again by the time he drapes you across the slightly chill fabric of your bedsheets. he leans over you, one knee on the bed between your legs, hands on the sides of your head, holding himself up.
then, he kisses your jaw and down the sensitive skin of your neck, and it’s almost painful how your skin blossoms into goosebumps in the wake of his soft kisses.
everwhere his lips touch, the skin stings with cold when the soft flesh of his mouth leaves your skin.
“i’m going to make it up to you,” he promises against your sternum.
“for what?” you breathe.
“for making you feel like a nobody,” his kisses trail down to your chest, eyes flickering up to take in your expression and you’re happy to see he’s blushing just as you are. “when the truth is that you are the only body—” his lips brush your nipple, “i care about.”
you can’t reply, can’t think to form word even if your butterfly bats run wild within you at his words — his damp lips close around your nipple, his tongue drawing a slow circle around the peak, and your back arches, chest presses up toward him. oh, sweet, dreamy electricity pulses through your body.
he stays there, and there is such pleasure from the gentle slide of his tongue over the sensitive bud, but there is also a painful ache. a longing that has been building up far too long. you adore the sight of him, your whole body loves his mouth on your breasts, but its not enough. there is something wicked inside you that craves more.
even if you think to yourself that you are already heaving for breath at his mouth on your skin, how on earth will you survive the feeling of him inside you?
“i have wanted you,” he confesses, “for a long time. i just didn’t have the balls to do anything about it.”
he has the balls now, that’s for sure.
you can’t breathe.
“i thought for sure—” his lips trail kisses to your other breast as he whispers the inner workings of his mind to you. “you just found me annoying. had i known you were pining same as me…” his wet lips press kisses around your nipple. “i wish i could say i would have had the balls, but i still probably wouldn’t have,” he scoffs, and you want to laugh with him, you want to make him see you find it endearing that he’s not a cocky bastard who assumes. the very thing he thought you didn’t like about him was the thing that made you fall for him in the first place.
brilliant, considerate pro hero deku who seems unable to decide whether he is bold or timid.
all you can get yourself to do is reach up and run your fingers through his thick, dark, dark green hair. you grip the hair at the back of his head, delicately, and tug ever so slightly, and while your demure takes away any domination in the movement, he still sighs and latches onto your nipple again, before he lets his lips travel down your stomach.
he drapes himself over you, coming back up to your face, and you lok at him in a soft haze.
“i want to make you feel good,” he whispers against your lips. “can i do that?”
“yes,” you whimper. “please.”
he kisses you, soft and firm and steady as his hand takes hold of your shorts, and you’re so dazed you eagerly help him rid of the remaining clothes on your body. you hardly feel the cold air, his warm body pressing against yours again.
you can hardly piece together a thought as his firm hand finds your bare hip, slowly slipping down your thigh, and when it reaches your knee, he hikes your thigh up on his hip, and you sigh against his lips when he grinds his clothed cock against the apex of your thighs.
he lingers there for a moment, letting you feel him through his sweatpants, a warning and a promise of what’s to come. then he lowers your knee enough to slip his hand between your body, as the arm holding his weight by your head, slides under your head, embracing you as his fingers between your bodies find your wet, soft folds.
your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers slowly drags through the wetness, from bottom to the top, putting delicious pressure against your clit, enough that your hips curve upward toward him, a silent demand for more.
his fingers move slowly but surely, imprinting the memory of the feel of you into his mind. he takes his time, watches what makes your body react, watches to see what you like.
when his long middle finger slide into you, your eyes rolll back. it’s not so much the very feeling of him inside of you (even if that too feels like some sinful blessing), but the very fact it’s him. the very fact he yearns for you too. the very fact he is so beautiful and he finds you beautiful too. and he’s so hot. it’s enough to ignite you on its own, but now he’s added matches, and fuel, and wood.
he groans at the feeling of you clenching on his finger. he slides in and out, as slowly as he moved prior, feeling you and recognizing you, taking note. he kisses your throat as he adds a second finger, and now you’re close to blacking out from the sensation pressing against your insides alone.
but you cannot blackout, because the sun is right above you, staring at you with glowing, half-lidded eyes, eclipsing the whole of your horizon.
you don’t see stars, but you feel like the very ether floating between them. it doesn’t feel like you have shape, but his fingers paint it out for you, and as his digits curl inside your soft, wet walls, your body shudders into existence once more.
a breathy, whiny moan leaves your lips as the pads of his fingers press just right against the sensitive tissue, your fingers gripping onto his biceps with vigor, hips grinding against his hand. the sun sees everything its light touches, and your every reaction is catalouged and utilized.
izuku curls his fingers perfectly, and you gasp and gape and you can’t keep your eyes open, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you ride his hand from where you’re laying.
“you like that?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear, and you clench down on his thick fingers, feeling once more that wicked desperation growing within you, overtaking all forms of shame.
you can’t get yourself to answer, your throat barely able to let out the moans and whimpers his fingers are begging for, but you whine and nod your head.
“use your words, baby,” he demands softly, and everything shimmers extra bright for a moment.
“yes,” you gasp.
“good girl,” he says against your ear, and everything goes blinding white for a moment, and you’re suddenly on the edge of an orgasm.
“oh god, fuck—” you cry, as it builds and builds, and his fingers are steady as they curl against that sponge inside me, the slurping sounds of your wet pussy echoing between your bodies.
something snaps inside you, throwing you right into the depths. your body tightens, clenching around his fingers, all sound stuck in your throat.
he kisses your throat as you lean your head back, body curling against him as his fingers still work your cunt, a shameless cry leaving your lips.
your eyes are open, yet you’re only seeing lights and darkness against each other, fingers dug so deep into his skin that you’re sure you’re about to add to his collection of scars, but you cannot get yourself to care.
slowly, he calms his fingers, though he watches you like a man starved — his hunger is insatiable, and this was not even an appetizer. he doesn’t want to stop, you realize, but there is something more you both want.
he makes quick work of his pants and his boxers, and you wrap around him desperately as he lays himself on top of you again. you feel his hardness against your opening, but he kisses your lips, licks into your mouth, and you moans at the feeling of him. you take notice of every single inch where his strong body touches yours.
“so pretty,” he breathes, gathering you to him, wrapping an arm around you, holding you like something precious to him.
you whimper, slightly overwhelmed by the feeling of being wanted.
“i’ll take care of you,” he murmurs against your lips. somehow, you’re certain he means more than just right now. you’re almost positive he means to take care of you for a long time, in all ways.
“izuku,” you breathe, because it’s the only thing that makes sense to you and it’s the only thing you want to say.
he groans, one hand gripping your thigh, lips devouring yours again. he lifts your knee again, hikes it up on his hip, and the tip of his cock presses to your folds.
“i’ve wanted you for so long,” he sounds as breathless as she feels. “i’m gonna make you feel good, okay?” his voice is like a deep velvet, wrapping you in comfort as he waits for you to nod your head. your pussy is so wet it takes almost no effort to bully his tip inside, even if he is big and you gasp softly, gripping onto him like the lifeline he is.
“shh,” he comforts you, whispers soft confirmations in your ear, and you can’t understand how you got lucky enough to have a reality such as this.
bright and blinding izuku, who is a sunrise that hardly fits in your sky, but he’s here and he’s vibrant.
slowly, he presses further, the thickness of him almost unbearable, but in the good way. it makes you wonder how it is possible to feel so good, so right, so delicious. it shouldn’t be.
he slips back, pulling a soft moan from your lips as your eyes meet his as he settles deep sindie you again, your lips parting further. he lets out a shudder at the sensation, and he watches you, holds your gaze as he drives into your with slow, deep strokes, making sure you feel every inch of him.
he’s not all the way in, he can't fit it all, you can feel it, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.
you’re in love anyway.
he kisses you, warmly and softly and lovingly.
“i’m sorry,” he mutters after having pressing the thick length of his cock into the depth of your overly sensitive walls and then stilling, and you don’t have half the brain to ask whatever he’s sorry for—
he pulls his hips back, and slams them back against yours, bottoming out with a force that sends your head into the clouds, stars right into your eyes. they’re all you can see as he sets a pace, thrusting his cock into your gummy walls with the ferocity of a man whose hunger cannot be quenched no matter how much he indulges in.
you can hardly make a sound, all noise stuck in your throat as your body struggles to decipher the pleasure he provides as he pounds into you.
“oh fuck,” he moans breathlessly in your ear, and it triggers something profound within you — you need yo hear that sound again. your pussy clenches all on her own, clamping down around him, sucking him back into yourself.
he groans at the feeling, head hanging against your shoulder as he grips the underside of your knee, pushing it up toward your chest, giving himself more leverage. his grip on your leg is iron, but it is nothing short of wonderful.
you moan at the pulsating waves that shudder through your body, fingers digging into his back, terrified that if you let go, you will fall into a million pieces. he is so big, so broad and all-encompasing, he may as well have been breaking you in two, but you never wanted it to stop as your hips involuntarily moved up to meet his thrusts.
“fuck, baby, do that again,” izuku frowns deeply, pushing himself up enough to look down at his cock thursting into your cunt.
as you lift your hips, grind them up against him, his lips part as his eyes stay locked on the mesmerizing sight of your little pussy sucking his big cock in, your hips moving so sweetly against his — he groans, gripping the underside of your thighs and pushing them up to your chest. he leans up, sitting on his knees as he hold onto the very upper part of your thighs, thrusting into you, unable to look away from the sight of him inside you.
from the look in his eyes alone - the inability to fathom the pleasure and emotion of this reality - you feel your body curl as you’re slowly inching onto that edge again.
the sound of his hips slapping against your skin fill the room, the slurping of your wet pussy, the breathless moans and whimpers.
“god, you’re so fucking perfect,” he he utters like a devotion, like he can’t believe what he sees is real.
your eyes roll back again, and he notices because of course he does — he presses your knees to your chest and leans forward, pounding so hard into you that you think you shouldn’t be able to do anything but fall apart.
you do — you fall apart in every good way you could ever imagine.
you’re frozen, body unable to curve and curl under his grip anyway. you gape, feeling the relentless tremors of your orgasm crashing through your body, and you slowly let out whiny cries from the blinding lightning that strikes through your veins with each of his deep, powerful strokes inside you.
he slips out of you, and he uses his hold on your thighs to turn your over, and even as sensitive as you are, you get onto your knees and elbows as he tugs you back toward the edge of your bed. he stands behind you.
“fucking hell,” he curses, hand running over the flesh of your ass, making your pussy clench.
“look at you,” he marvels.
he runs a finger up your slit, and you arch your back downward, ass pushed up to meet his finger. “prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen.”
he pushes his dick back inside you, and you can do nothing but grip the sheets beneath you in a white-hot grip as the overwhelming feeling of him pressing against the sponge deep inside you threatens to make your body collapse.
the pace he sets is almost gruesome, his grip on your hips so ferocious you can’t help but press your ass back on him to feel more of it. you don’t want him to hold back. shy or not, you want him to take what’s his.
he let’s out a rough laugh as he leans forward, grabs a hold of the back of your neck, and pounds into you. you cry out, and he slams into you over and over and over and you can barely find a single thought within your mind that is not about his cock or his hands or his whimpering whines.
taken over by a soft tremor as you lean up onto your hands and turn your head so you can meet his eyes while you grind your ass back on him, wanting him to see just how bad you want him.
he blushes as you lock eyes with him, but whatever shyness he feels, it doesn’t deeter him.
his grip slips to the front of your throat, and he tugs you up toward him, holding you firmly as he thrusts up into you, your back arched almost painfully as he forces you back against him. you gasp at the change of angle, and the way he wraps his arm around your waist. you grip his hands desperately.
“oh, you wanna fuck me, baby? is that it?” he all but whimpers in your ear, and you moan shamlessly at the sound he makes, pussy clenching on his cock at the very thought of sitting on his dick, threatening to throw you into the open arms of another orgasm.
“yeah?” he breathes heavily, and you nod desperately. you can feel by the way his hips shutter slightly that he’s close to cumming as well.
he slips out of you and you whine at the loss of fullness, and he turns you around, gathering you to him as he shifts to sit on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. you straddle his lap, breathless and face flushed as he places a firm slap to your ass, making you jerk forward, leaning on him. he reaches for his cock, pushing it up agaisnt your folds.
you sit up on your knees, hovering above his lap as you slowly take his dick inside. your head rolls back as you lower yourself onto his fat cock. you can just barly see his forrowed brows, his parted lips, as his hands caress your hips, thighs and waist as he watches you.
as you sit yourself firmly down in his lap, taking almost all of him, you curve your back and press your chest towards him. he sucks your nipple into his mouth and your pussy grips onto his dick like a vice, and he moans against your breast.
you’re determined to hear more of his whimpers, and so you lift your hips, and lower them again. the tremor that runs through your body from the motion makes you think perhaps you will bend first with this kind of pleasure, but you’ve set yourself on a mission and you desperately want to make him cum.
it takes a few moments to find the grind and pace you like, and you can’t help gripping onto your other boob, taken over by the dreamy, soft and tense feeling in your body.
you bounce in his lap as he gapes at the sight of you, breathing heavily as he grips onto your hips with desperation.
“that’s it, baby, move those hips,” he encourages. “fucking god—”
you support yourself on his shoulders, focusing on the way his hips shift under yours, his heavy breaths turning into incoherent little cusses, no doubt about to cum.
“yeah, come on, fuck me,” he begs, head falling back. “you’re doing so fucking good, baby,” he murmurs, gripping your hips and thrusting up into you.
you cry out, feeling yourself tumble over yet another orgasm as your body trembles on top of him, gripping him so tight it was impossible it wouldn’t leave marks.
“shit,” he hisses. “that’s it, baby, that’s it.”
you shudder atop of him, but his thrusts are erratic. he’s close.
“fuck, you’re gonna fucking make me cum too,” he grips you tighter. “oh my god, fuck—”
his hips shudder, and his cock swells inside you, and you slow your movement a little, shifting to slowly ride out both of your orgams, even if every nerve ending within you is fried and you cannot feel your toes.
he lets out whimpers under you at the way you still ride him, and you’re reignited.
lifting your hips, you lean forward onto him, focusing solely on the movement of your hips, grinding your pussy up and down his throbbing shaft.
izuku grips onto you.
“oh my god, oh my god, oh—fuuuuck,” he whimpers, and you bite the side of his throat. his hips tremble under you, his hands on your hips brutal, but he doesn’t stop you.
he shudders. “fuck, fuck, fuck, please,” he begs, and you can tell he doesn’t know what he’s begging for, his turn to see stars and taste the white-hot flame of oversensitivity.
it almost hurts to move, your insides so well used and beaten, but you are sick with some insatiability that won’t let you stop.
his words turn to incoherent strings of cursewords and begging and whimpers that curl around your body.
you sit up, bouncing fully on his dick again, reaching down to rub your clit as you take him. the filthy squelching between your hips echo, and your fingers press into the mess on his lower stomach every time she lowers on his cock, middle finger rubbing such heavenly circles on her clit, eding herself onto yet another orgasm.
he watches almost breathlessly, hips shaking so bad beneath you that he appears to be thrusting all over again. the way he writhes, the cries for mercy that leave his lips, tell you that it’s not the case; he is no longer in control of himself. he could have simply tipped you off of him, could have easily stopped you.
it can only mean he likes this.
you’re exhausted, you’re well spent, and you don’t know where you get the energy from, but you leans forward, whispering in his ear. “you like that, baby?”
he all but crumbles under you, not a single word making sense, as he tenses impossibly, hips thrusting up into you as he cums again.
the sight sends you into your own orgasm, and this time, he grabs your hips, holding you still on his lap as you pulse around his dick. he shudders, eyes closed tightly as he holds you.
you can hardly keep your own eyes open, and you slump forward. he catches your body, efficiently lifting you off of his dick with a soft moan, and he lays you down on your bed, before sliding down to lay flat on his back next to you.
your eyes are closed, your breath heaving, your legs tense and painful, your pussy throbbing. he is just about the same, but he finds the energy to put his hand on your thigh.
in the cooldown, you’re very happy about that very small action of reassurance. as soon as the clarity returns somewhat to your mind, you’re afraid you went too far, but his touch calms you.
he lays completely still for a long while, until he moves the arm up to curl under your neck and pull you into his side.
“sorry, baby, i’ll… clean you up later,” he mumbles, half-gone into a dream already. “just gotta…”
you follow suit, a heap of legs and arms against his chest. he holds you close until you finally dare think to get up from this soft, sweet moment.
big, sweet pro hero deku, who blushes as he fucks you
your izuku, whose stars aligned with yours perfectly.
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Would've Could've Should've - Part 3
Happy New Year my lovelies! I hope 2025 has been good to you so far
I decided we'll kick off 2025 with a little bit of my yellow spandex toting husband. As always, @ken-dom your unwavering support must be acknowledged.
Previous parts here
As always, this NSFW 18+, but this go round I'm adding a big part B to this warning; being that this chapter contains SA and rape. If you don't know what the first acronym is, you understand a single word.
This warning does NOT come lightly.
PLEASE proceed with caution and mind your triggers <3
Y'all should know by now I rarely post one shots…..so yeah, this will be multiple parts….I’m just not sure on the final tally yet.
This is your final warning.... ^^^^^^^^^
6 moths earlier
You locked the door with a sigh, turning off the open sign. You turned on your heel, and jumped slightly realizing someone was still there.
You relaxed a little when you realized it was Logan.
“Jesus Logan,” you sighed “I thought you left”
He didn't answer, just got to his feet, his eyes locked on you, like a predator with prey.
“What?” You asked, slowing your steps, coming to a stop in front a few feet away.
He didn’t answer, just moved closer
You had never been unsettled by Logan before, quite the opposite actually, he was a regular, and god was he a hot mess…no one drank a bottle of whiskey a night who didn’t have some sort of fucked up trauma.
He wasn’t hard to look at, you flirted shamelessly and he tipped well.
That had been your regular routine for months, he had taken a liking to you or at least that’s what your coworkers had said. One night on your closing shift you had half jokingly hinted at the idea of sleeping together, told him you lived in the apartment upstairs. You had gotten into a bit of routine, a comfortable one, but now the bar was closed and it was just the two of you….and his eyes had a look like you’d never seen before.
He was quiet, you were both quiet, and unmoving.
And then he stalked forward, you moved backward just as quickly until you found yourself pinned against the back wall. Everyone else had been sent home for the night, you were alone, the smell of whiskey hung heavy in the air between you.
“You’re a fucking tease”
You watched as he dropped his hand, a single claw slowly appearing from between his knuckles. Heart beating hard against your ribcage.
“Logan-” you whispered, voice barely audible
Another hard swallow and you shook your head; your eyes fixed on the single blade as it came to rest between your cleavage
“I…I didn't -” you stammered “I wasn't-”
You squeezed your eyes shut as he reached and squeezed your jaw hard “Don't lie to me”
“I'm-” you opened your eyes “Logan…” you tried keeping your voice even and failed. Your customer service mask was starting to crack.
Still acutely aware of the blade between your chest.
Logan's eyes dropped from yours and you couldn't move, you didn't dare try
You watched as the single claw tore through fabric.
“Logan pl-”
You were cut off as your head made contact with the wall, giving you an instant headache.
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, his bruising grip still around your jaw.
T-shirt now hanging uselessly with a clean slice down the front. Your chest rising and falling so rapidly you couldn't hide your fear even if you had wanted to.
You breathed heavily through your nose, a single tear slid down your cheek, pooling on the edge of his finger, where it gripped your cheek hard.
“I’m not going to hurt you” he breathed, hot against your cheek; despite his not drinking as much as he usually did, he was still drunk.
“You are hurting me” you said through clenched teeth
He hummed, cocking his head slightly, seeming to consider this
“What’s a little more then, hmm?”
He thrust you hard against the wall, knocking the wind out of you for a beat; you gasped as he hooked his claw where your bra met in the middle, pulling hard, the fabric separating, exposing your bare chest; but Logan seemed uninterested and you shivered, feeling a draft from somewhere in the empty building.
Your breathing quickened as you watched the tip of his claw press in the centre of your chest and he leaned forward, his weight keeping you stationary against the wall.
Running had crossed your mind, but even if you did manage to somehow overpower him, drunk or not, he could cover two of your strides in one; you were trapped.
You whimpered slightly as he pushed the tip of his claw harder against your skin
“Logan” you pleaded and it seemed to fall on deaf ears, his eyes fixed on the spot where his claw pressed into your flesh.
“It’s so….” he spoke quietly, almost to himself “Smooth” he finished
You watched him study you and all at once it clicked in your brain and it was like you could read his mind “Logan don’t-!
Your voice was cut short by your own shrill scream as a white hot pain exploded from your chest; your hands trying frantically to pull at Logan’s wrist, trying to stop him from dragging any further.
All at once, both of your hands were pinned against the wall over your head, gripped tightly in his other hand.
You gasped in pain, fighting to catch your own breath as tears streamed freely down your cheeks.
He laughed appreciatively “Ooh she's a screamer”
A tear slipped off the end of your nose as you dropped your head, watching your blood coat the shiny metal before he stopped just above your belly button.
You squeezed your eyes shut again, struggling to get air into your lungs.
“Does it hurt?” His brow furrowed slightly before he looked back at you
“Yes,” you rasped, voice barely audible
“Interesting…” he mumbled, again more to himself
Another swift slice, this time across your raised arms; your knees buckled as you screamed in pain. Logan’s grip on your wrists tightened to keep you upright as he hummed appreciatively. Warm blood trickled from the three fresh cuts across both arms. You hadn’t even noticed he had unsheathed the other claws.
You grit your teeth, swallowing hard, wrists aching, your chest throbbing, shirt stained with blood. Logan pulled you from the wall, and you practically tripped over your own feet as he dragged you through the bar and up the small narrow staircase to your apartment. You had mentioned in passing during one of his night long visits that you lived upstairs; apparently he had committed that fact to memory.
He wrenched the door open and threw you inside, kicking it shut again so hard your picture frames on the wall rattled from the impact.
When he finally released your wrists your arms immediately found their way around yourself. Logan stood in front of you, pacing back and forth, blocking your exit…although you didn’t really know where you’d go at two o’clock in the morning. The downtown wasn’t exactly busy at this hour.
So you opted to try something different…
“Logan, you don’t wanna do this” you spoke softly, your eyes never leaving his pacing form “Don’t do this…”
He stopped mid-stride, turning on his heel to face you directly.
“What is it you think I’m gonna do?” He asked, his voice low
“Kill me” you said simply, heart slamming in your chest
He just shook his head with an unnerving chuckle, advancing on you, and you instinctively took steps backwards.
“If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead” His eyes darkened as he spoke. Your eyes never left his, and you jumped slightly as your back hit the far wall. That unmistakable metallic ring as at that same second, claws glinted between his knuckles.
Before you had time to think, they were at your throat, forcing you to lean your head back against the wall.
“See?” he breathed, the slightest hint of amusement in his tone and you winced as claws dragged down the length of your neck, leaving behind tiny cuts in their wake. “Easy”
“What do you want then?” you panted, your neck stretched as far back as you could manage in an effort to avoid more injury. Afraid to hear the answer, but already knowing what it may be.
“You know,” he mused, stepping back only slightly “I watch you with them, every night; you dress like a slut, and you flirt your way through the entire bar for hours. He stressed the last word like it was something painful for him to witness.
“I don’t-” you started to protest and he thrust you against the wall, hard
“Shut, the fuck, up” he warned
You fell quiet, eyes slipping closed, as you fought to ignore the stinging coming from your cuts.
“You saunter around all night in this tiny fucking skirt, and don’t expect me to do anything about it?”
As he spoke, the hand not at your throat, forced its way between your legs. You fought to keep them closed, to no avail, he was stronger than you; even more so than you’d thought.
“Logan-”
A hot sting across your cheek, snapping your head harshly to the side you bit down hard on your lip, splitting it.
“I’m still speaking” he snapped “You’re Mine” he demanded through clenched teeth “Do you understand?”
You stood still, too afraid to speak
Logan’s attention turned to your bloodied lip, now that you were finally able to drop your head. His calloused thumb dragging deliberately slowly over the cut, making you whimper. His other hand, still between your thighs, you jumped when you felt the cold metal bite into the sensitive skin, followed by the all too familiar sting
He brought his now blood covered thumb to his own lips before sucking it clean.
You watched as his eyes slipped closed and seized your opportunity, with all the strength you could manage, praying it was enough, shoved him hard, using the wall to your advantage.
You had caught him off guard, sending him stumbling backwards. He landed hard on your glass top coffee table smashing it under the impact of his weight.
You ran for the door, yanking hard on the handle before your head snapped backward, Logan’s hand tangled in your hair, gripping hard. His free hand shoving the door closed.
“Where you going, little mouse?” he whispered next to your ear, your neck craned back at a painful angle.
You sucked air through your teeth, but didn’t answer.
“Not sure what part you didn’t understand” he growled, yanking you backwards, away from the door “You’re mine”
Your breath caught in your throat as you let out a laughing cry “I wouldn’t be yours if you were the last man alive” you strained “You’re a pathetic drunk”
“You really don’t learn, do you?” he laughed darkly
He pulled hard on his fistful of your hair and you tripped over your own feet as he dragged you down the hallway toward your bedroom.
You stumbled ahead of him as he pulled you into the bedroom, catching yourself on the edge of the bed before Logan’s hand, painfully gripping your shoulder, turned you to face him, pinning you against the mattress as he stripped his own clothes off; muscles rippling under his tanned, toned skin.
“Don’t know where you thought you’d get looking like that” he scoffed, playing with the tattered remains of your t-shirt.
“And now, you pissed me off”
Thick fingers closed around your throat, squeezing too hard. Your mouth dropped open, fighting for air as your feet left the ground and Logan picked you up by the throat, like you were a rag doll. Nails clawed uselessly at his forearm, little red welts disappearing almost as fast as you could make them.
He dropped you on the bed, and you gasped, filling your lungs with air as soon as you were able.
Then, before you could think to do much else, your head still spinning from lack of oxygen, he was there,looming over you, teeth bared as he tore the fabric of your skirt like tissue paper and thrust one hand between your legs.
You tried in vain to kick him off and failed, crying out as your knee twisted at an unnatural angle and he used his own knee to pin it to the bed.
You screamed, more in frustration than in pain. You struck him hard across the face, the ring on your finger, turned the wrong way around slicing him across the cheek.
He growled, deep in the back of his throat, grabbing your wrist tightly as you watched the tiny, insignificant cut disappear.
His grip was painful as his eyes locked with yours. “Move again, and I’ll break them”
You ignored him, wrenching your wrist free, striking him hard across the face a second time.
He sighed heavily, grabbing both wrists twisting hard, the bones splintered like cheap chopsticks.
You screamed with a hiccupping sob; the tough no nonsense exterior facade you used at work had long vanished.
Logan took both your wrists in one hand, thrusting them up over your head, the white hot pain shooting down the length of your arms. Using his free hand and his teeth to tear a chunk of fabric from your already ruined skirt, tying them tightly to the headboard.
You closed your eyes, catching your breath, but also trying with everything you had to pull your hands free. Your pulling only making the binds tighter and your vision go white with excruciating pain.
“Logan,” you pleaded “Please don’t do this, you don’t want to do this; I know you don’t”
Cheeks streaked with tears as you fought against every instinct to keep from vomiting from the pain
This made him snort with a laugh “Aside from what I drink, you don’t know anything about me”
His fingers curled around your extended forearm and pulled.
You screamed, breath catching in the back of your throat as you sobbed in pain. You couldn't even find your voice to beg him to stop.
His eyes raked over your naked, bloody body. One hand still between your thighs, fingertips of the other playing with the tacky drying blood that had dripped down your chest.
“I know what I want,” he spoke softly, not looking at you, but focused on his fingers drawing crude patterns in the blood over your skin; leaving goosebumps in their wake. “And I’m going to take it”
He shoved your legs apart, putting himself between them; fingers digging into the meaty flesh of your thighs as he kept you still; your sobs of pain and fear only drove him further.
A guttural scream as claws dragged themselves down both thighs, before hands gripped them painfully. Logan’s breath hot against your core as you felt fresh blood trickle down your thighs, staining your sheets.
“Not wearing any panties” he noted “And you’re going to tell me, you don’t want this?” he chided before his head dropped between your legs.
You pulled hard on your binds, screaming in pain before slipping into darkness.
***
You jerked awake, pain bringing back to your nightmarish reality
Twisting in the sheets, Logan’s hands gripping you tighter; until his tongue lapped at your centre. You cried out, the warm, wet sensation in stark contrast to all the pain he had inflicted.
The iron grip of his hands tightening as he fucked you with his tongue, and in spite of yourself, a moan slipped from between your lips.
You hated yourself for it… but it wasn’t painful.
He sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking the little bundle of nerves with his tongue and you bit your lips together, fighting against the words threatening to spill from your lips. Fighting to keep yourself quiet.
The contrast of your screaming wrists, stinging thighs and the gentleness of his tongue were too many sensations at once.
Logan let out a hum of his own from between your legs, his tongue never stopped moving.
Your hips shuddered against his hands, desperate to feel anything other than pain and then, Logan stopped.
Your heart slammed against your ribcage, maybe he had thought better of it…maybe he changed his-
Your breath caught in the back of your throat, your body lurching upward on the bed, blazing hot pain shooting through your shattered bones making you scream as he thrust two thick calloused fingers inside you; your back arched off of the mattress as you cried out, desperate to catch your breath as Logan moved to lean over you.
“That's it”
You breathed hard through clenched teeth, letting out a broken sob as his fingers moved, thrusting…stretching…tearing.
You squeezed your eyes shut as tears streamed down your face and Logan’s free hand gripped your jaw hard “Look at me” he growled
When you didn't open your eyes he struck you hard across the face, gripping your jaw with a bruising strength.
“Don't make me break something else”
The pain of your wrists was enough to make you open your eyes; lashes wet and irises glassy, still gritting your teeth hard as he spoke
“We're gonna play by my rules” his breath hot against your cheek “Is that understood?”
You nodded with a grimace
“I can’t hear you” he snapped
You swallowed hard; your voice barely a whisper as you struggled to get out the word “Yes”
His fingers thrusting too hard, dragging over the same spot repeatedly; making you shudder underneath him. It had started to numb.
His hand still gripping your face hard, lessened if only a fraction, tipping your head down slightly, the tip of his nose meeting yours.
You swallowed hard, letting out a shaky breath, his fingers had slowed, but were still moving.
He stayed like that, hovering over you for what felt like an eternity, his breath mingling with yours as your arms ached painfully over your head.
Fingers gripping your chin tightly, keeping you where he wanted.
Fighting against his grip as he kissed over your face, across your jaw and down your neck. His tongue licking tears from your cheeks.
You gasped as his mouth latched on to your neck, sucking harshly; teeth piercing your skin, soothed immediately by his tongue. Making you cry out
He either didn’t notice, or didn’t care as he carried on down the expanse of your body; you whimpered each time his teeth would pierce your flesh, then gasp as he would run his tongue over the wound, making it sting slightly. Fingers still pumping with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
“L-Logan please” you voice shuddered
Your senses were overloaded, your whole body shook under his hands as he reached the apex of your thighs.
He ignored you, moving lower, dragging the tip of his nose from the edge of your knee, all the way back up to the apex of your thigh; his breath hot and heavy against your skin. Then, more harsh bites, piercing skin, little droplets of blood beading off of the broken skin. Then his tongue, warm, wet and gentle, tasting you, making you sob.
Finally, as if he couldn’t stand any more, he sucked your clit into his mouth, his voice vibrating with a moan against the overstimulated bundle of nerves, making you scream. Logan hooked your legs around his shoulders, creating a different angle, you gasped hard, pulling even hard on the fabric around your wrists, voice breaking with the effort of another cry of pain as he tongue fucked you, teetering on the brink of an orgasm you didn't want; you squeezed your eyes shut, as your sobs filled your tiny bedroom.
His teeth scraped against your dripping folds, tongue lapping up everything your body had betrayed you to give him
Logan however wasn't ready to be finished.
His tongue continued dragging over your folds; making you gasp with each pass.
Your breath hitched in your throat, your entire body twitched as you let out a strangled cry, Logan's tongue relentless between your thighs.
You tried in vain to pull away, only for him to grip your hips in either one of his hands, and pin them to the bed.
Heels digging uselessly into the mattress, slipping on the sheets as Logan growled in protest.
You whimpered, twisting against him, his grip holding tighter on your hips as a second orgasm rocked your frame.
Your near screams like music to his ears.
He lifted his head, chin glistening with your slick; your chest burned as you caught your breath and he moved back up the length of your body; he smirked as you swallowed hard.
Heart feel like it’s going to explode out of your chest yet?” he asked, a sly smile playing on his lips.
You didn't answer, fresh tears slipped down your cheeks.
“Good”
Before you had a chance to breathe, the head of his cock pushed inside you; your cries muffled by the invasion of his tongue pushing between your lips. Your fingers digging into your own palms
He pulled his mouth from yours, leaning into your neck with a deep groan in your ear. “So fuck- so tight” he breathed through clenched teeth.
You sobbed, pinned underneath him; your body, mind and senses completely overwhelmed; feeling yourself being stretched to accommodate his swollen cock.
Hearing his strained growl against the shell of your ear as he thrust his hips, grinding against you, forcing you into the mattress.
You struggled to take a full breath; between your own sobs, Logan’s weight crushing down on top of you and your painfully overstimulated core, you couldn’t focus long enough to fill your lungs with air.
“Logan-” you choked out and earned a harsh bite to your neck, making you scream.
This earned a breathy laugh of approval next to your ear. “That’s it,” he said “I want you-” he paused “What was it you said?” he taunted “Pathetic?”
He drew out the last word in time with a slow deliberate movement of his hips, making you gasp and fight underneath him; more tears streaming down your cheeks.
“Please” you pleaded, your voice barely audible “I…”
The rest of your plea died in the back of your throat as squeezed your eyes shut; your entire body ached with need; a need for Logan to stop.
He was toying with you, you were nothing more to him than a plaything at this point; he knew he had broken you and he was relishing in it.
His teeth scraped up under your chin.
He lifted his head to meet your gaze, your eyes glassy and filled with tears. His dark and full of lust.
Your brow furrowed and you whined against his mouth as his tongue filled yours a second time.
He moaned into your mouth before prying his lips from yours and breathing hard, his hips never stopped moving
You turned your head and sank your teeth into his toned flesh, feeling the muscles flex in his arm as you pierced skin.
“Fuck” he boomed over you as your teeth let go; crying out as his hips stopped abruptly “Again”
Your teeth sinking into his bottom lip, nearly biting through as you pulled hard before he pulled away.
He let out a deep groan and he cocked his head slightly.
Both of you were panting hard; you watched the blood pool on his lip as he searched your tear stained face.
His lips twitched into the slightest hint of a smile as he licked the blood from his own lip.
“You’re just as fucked in the head as I am”
When you didn’t acknowledge his accusation his hips snapped roughly, making you scream; your arms instinctively pulled on your binds before you stopped abruptly. The pain too much
“Do it” he grunted against your neck.
Fresh tears streamed down your cheeks as his throbbing cock pounded relentlessly against your insides.
You sobbed as he gripped your extended forearms and yanked hard, the fabric biting into your broken wrists. Fingers bruising your arms as he gripped hard, chasing his release. Your screams only pushing him closer to the edge. He dropped his head, teeth sinking into your extended neck as you felt him spill inside you.
You could feel the vibration of his moan against your throat as you broke, shuddering sobs as your nails bit into your own balled fists, your body in so much pain your brain wasn't sure where to focus first. Voice breaking with a desperate strained cry as your body betrayed you with a second orgasm.
Your body shook all over and you cried out as he slid from inside you; hands tingling as he released your arms, blood returning to your fingertips.
You laid still, a handful more tears still sliding down your cheeks.
“See?” he whispered, lips moving against yours as he spoke; his breath mingling with yours. “Mine” he breathed, his lips dragging over yours as he reached to untie your shattered wrists and you bit back another scream of agony.
You felt his weight lift off of you, eyes still closed. You lurched forward as his calloused fingers grazed the inside of your thigh.
“No, please” you whimpered, weakly reaching to push his hands away and his fingers disappeared.
Without another word, he turned on his heel and left.
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SATORU IN HIS (blind) BAG
summary; opening up Sanrio Christmas themed blind bags with your bf <3 (and also annoying Satoru shenanigans)
— “Satoru!”, travels his name down the hall. “Satoru Gojo!”
At the sound of your call, confusion twists lightly in the pit of your boyfriend's stomach. You usually only bring out the full government name when Gojo’s in trouble, but you don’t sound upset…
Quite the opposite, in fact?
“Satoru!” You thrust a red and green box decorated with Sanrio characters at him the moment Gojo steps foot into the kitchen.
A grin spreads on his face, matching your own, and Gojo takes the large box from your hands. “Oh? Looks like your package came, love-“
He’s barely finished the sentence before you’re talking over him and snatching the box back. “Yes! Come, come open it with me, please!”
And how could Satoru say no to you, his baby, especially when you’re basically bursting with excitement? Stars amidst your eyes, a beaming smile that plumps up round cheeks. You’re too cute for your own good.
The chair at the kitchen island lightly scrapes against the floor, and Satoru leans his head atop yours after plopping down next to you. He tosses an arm over your shoulder, bright blue eyes intrigued as he eyes the festive-themed parcel alongside you and listens to your enthusiastic ramblings.
“They’re keychains.”, you begin explaining to him. “I’m not sure what I’ll do with the others, but I’m at least hoping I get these two for myself.” You point at the yellow dog and green frog. “This one for you.”
Satoru’s stare jumps to the new one you’re pointing at, and he can see why you’d want him to have that one. It’s basically him: the white, excitable dog with round blue eyes and wearing a cute blue Christmas hat. That one—Cinnamoroll—is basically a Sanrio personification of himself.
“He’s a cutie.” Satoru chuckles into your hair, and his thumb rubs hearts into the skin of your shoulder. “Like me, huh?”
“Yeah, you’re both funny lookin’. ”, you counter instantly and poke his nose, giggling as he scrunches it beneath your finger.
He wants to quip back with something annoying, but you’re back to ranting and raving about Keroppi and Purin and how they’re so god damn cute. Satoru studies the small bag between your hands, the plastic material loudly crinkling beneath your fingers as you aim to discover which figure is inside.
“I feel big, round ears,” You ponder more to yourself than Satoru. “,but that could be like...three different characters.”
For your sake, Satoru hopes it’s Pompompurin, the one you favor more than any other character. He grins, scoots his chair a little closer so he can snuggle you better. He finds his own nerves jittery with excitement as you tear open the first bag and pull out…
“My Melody…” You visibly deflate. It’s hard for Gojo not to laugh at your dejected frown, and afterwards your side eye because 'nothing’s funny, Satoru'.
The next few minutes are spent feeling around on each bag before pulling out characters neither of you were aiming for. Pochacco, Kuromi, Bad Batz Maru, and then finally-
“Keroppi!”, Satoru’s strong grip surely prevents you from falling out of your seat in excitement. You shove the cute green frog in his face, clad in a red Christmas hat and holding a snowball. “This is so cute, look at him, Satoru!”
While he studies the keychain, swaying it in his fingers, you continue mindless ramblings that this is finally a good sign. And you’re correct, because the next bag you open holds a beloved Pompompurin wrapped in Christmas lights and Satoru thinks you might just explode. You clasp the little yellow dog to your chest, bouncing and twisting in your seat and so ready to add him to your already obnoxiously full key ring. Satoru sets the Kerropi accessory down and holds his hand out for the Purin one, smirking as you gently place it in his hand. It’s such a cute, fat, little figurine. He can see why you’d like the dog character so much.
“And, last but not least..”, you murmur and tear open the last bag.
“Better be Cinnamoroll.” Satoru tosses the Purin chain up in the air only to let it fall back into his palm each time.
“And you would be correct!”
You hold the adorable white dog up in the air; sunlight streams through the blinds and causes for a dramatic lighting to show behind the figure, lighting it up like an angel departing from heaven. The keychain is handed off to Satoru, who eyes it curiously. It really does look just like him. A mini, Sanrio version of him in a bag.
#jjk x reader#jjk x reader fluff#satoru x reader#satoru gojo fluff#gojo satoru fluff#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x reader fluff#gojo imagine#satoru imagine#satoru gojo imagine#jjk imagine
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i'll never get tired of Ace getting a place in each and every my "x reader" request. Never.
So..Ace, Trickster, Yunjin, Kate and Dredge with a survivor, who can mimic any type of voice perfectly, no matter the gender, tone and distortion? They usually do it if the killer is trying to tunnel someone, when they are really, REALLY salty, or just to fuck with someone and say dumb shit in their voice while being hidden behind a rock or something
🦞 loveyouasalways
Ace Visconti:
Ace had heard someone’s voice beckon him from within a locker. He figured they needed some help with something. When he opened it, he saw you…definitely not who was speaking to him. You shook your head and he assumed he must just be hearing things — something not entirely unlikely in the fog. After he closed the locker and started heading out of the building, he heard the same voice call him again from the same locker. Now he knew that it had to be you…but there was no way that’s your voice, right? He came and opened the locker to surprise you, catching you in the act. You immediately started laughing, and so did he.
He decides to hang around you more often after this interaction. He loves seeing you pull the same prank on others, either for fun or for revenge, even on some killers. He really gets a kick out of it, usually giving both of you away in the process. Sometimes, he’ll employ you to use your vocal mimicry to trick some other survivors out of their items and add-ons; he has several bets running with quite a few of them, and sometimes he has a hard time winning them. He splits the winnings with you.
Kate Denson:
Kate was wandering around a dark forest looking for her teammates when she heard a beautiful singing voice from deep within the trees. As she got closer, she could swear it sounded like her own voice. Maybe someone found a recording of one of her songs on an old radio here…but when she finally found the source, she saw you sitting on a stump. You waved at her when she found you, which led her to believe you did this to catch her attention. She was a bit touched, truth be told.
You and her became close pretty quick after this. She found it both interesting and amusing, at times, that you could perfectly emulate anyone else’s voice. She loved singing with you, even if it may have been weird singing with someone who had the exact same singing voice as her, she still loved it. You and her did become known for messing with others as well, with both of you talking in the same voice but from opposite sides of someone, making their poor brain short circuit.
Yun-Jin Lee:
Yun-Jin was trying to open up a chest in the basement when she heard…Ji-Woon’s voice from behind her. She swore she wasn’t running from him this time, but her head still whipped around to make sure. She saw you immediately keel over laughing with another survivor. She figured it must have been payback for her sandbagging you earlier on in the trial. What a cruel joke…she purses her lips and goes back to opening up the chest, retrieving a decent flashlight and leaving with her head held high. You know you’ve started something.
For a while, her relationship with you is a rivalry, with the both of you constantly trying to get back at each other for something that the other one did. You do it in a much more…humorous way, with the way you always screw with her, while she takes it more seriously. At some point — neither of you are sure when exactly — the two of you became more friendly. She even begins finding your practical jokes funny. She enjoys tagging along with you to toy with someone else.
Ji-Woon Hak / The Trickster:
Ji-Woon had first heard you when he was trying to stick as many knives as he could into a certain survivor. He’d lost sight of them when they ran up the stairs of a building, and when he heard their voice downstairs, he assumed they must’ve jumped out a window to backtrack. As he runs downstairs to find them, he hears the distinct noise of them jumping out the window above him…but he swears he heard them downstairs. What the hell…just as he decides to head outside to see if he can find them again, he sees you peeking your head above a hole-ridden couch.
You’re most often a pest to him, though he does find your talents amusing. If he can manage to catch it, he loves seeing the look on other survivors’ faces when you perfectly mimic their voices, or try to throw them off by mimicking his own. It gives him a genuine, little laugh. Sometimes, he does try to convince you to use your talent to lure other survivors into his clutches, agreeing is an easy way to earn his favor; but he knows most survivors aren’t so quick to give up their teammates. Either way, he tends to find you…quirky.
The Dredge:
The Dredge had first heard your talents when it had been a little too focused on one survivor that had managed to make it angry. It lost sight of them for a few moments when it heard their voice from inside the Killers’ shack. When it teleported there, and jumped out of the locker, it was surprised to find no one was in there…and there seemed to be no trace of anyone having been in there. It whipped its head all around for a few seconds before it heard giggling from inside the second locker, and it locked eyes with you from between the slats in the top.
After this, it comes to find you more entertaining than an annoyance. It took a while, but now when it finds you after trying to find someone else, you hear it laugh a little before turning to find whoever it was actually searching for. You even catch it by surprise when you perfectly recreate its mass of screaming voices. Sure, it was aware you could mimic people, but it had no idea you could mimic…anything. This entertains it to no end, and you can make it giggle just by repeating anything it had said in its own voice.
#inbox#gender neutral reader#survivor reader#ace visconti#kate denson#yun jin lee#ji woon hak#the dredge#dbd imagines#dbd x reader#dbd x you#ace visconti x reader#kate denson x reader#yun jin lee x reader#ji woon hak x reader#the trickster x reader#the dredge x reader
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Hi hi! I was wondering if I could request TF2 mercs falling for a male S/O who is the enemy medic. Like S/O is nice to them never killing and is just the opposite of Red Medic? Cheerful and very optimistic, one day they notice during a match that S/O is missing. Only to find them clonked out behind a crate just dead asleep they look completely exhausted, not even an explosion going off would wake them
A/N: Alright Anon, I’ll see what I can do for you! I am going with headcannons with this request. Sorry If the Mercs are out of character especially Pyro, heavy, and Demo. Also I am so tired
TF2 Mercs falling for a Male!Blue medic!S/O
Scout:
He at first hates you the most but once he falls in love, he falls hard.
My god was he suspicious of your every move. Not really because you were an enemy, he couldn’t give less of a shit but because something in his mind couldn’t wrap around the idea of a nice medic. However, he starts to see you a lot more on the battlefield, and you just grew on him.
The way your eyes crinkle, the way your eyes shimmered when taking care of your patients, that smile, even the tiny stubble, god you were a masterpiece that he’d try to draw often.
He thought today on the battlefield would be no different, the usual banter, bullets, explosions, but no sign of his favorite doc. Until he found you asleep behind a crate.
He tried to wake you up normally, then tried dragging you but both weren’t effective. So he tried something really reckless.
He lifted your head, letting your head rest on arm as he used his cap to cover your face from the sunlight. He gently twirl your hair around his finger. He thought he was really charming at that moment.
Soldier:
God bless your heart because Jane is a handful.
He thinks you are very unpatriotic and untrustworthy. Not really because you are cheery, but because you aren’t killing people. He sees it almost as a sign of disrespect to your side no matter how much he doesn’t like them.
So when he starts falling in love, he just gets louder and more aggressive. Quite literally trying to get those voices to get out of his head. Because obviously he couldn’t love a traitor.
No matter how every time you talked about your patients, you give them the upmost respect and support. No matter how much your smile can just pierce through his thoughts.
It was a usual day for Soldier, the sounds of explosions, bombs, gunfire. When he saw you sleeping on the ground behind a crate.
He of course tried yelling you awake, shaking your body so much like his life depended on it. But of course it was no use.
So for the first time, in a while, he took a deep breath. He decided to stand by you and do the only thing he could think to do. Protect you with the same passion that you cared for others.
Pyro:
Out of everyone, they’d fall in love the fastest.
Pyro, in some sense, is fully aware of the violence they have inflicted onto others. Just refuses to think about it.
So seeing your smiling face, was just such a sight for sore eyes. Especially considering everything they have done.
Whenever they see you, they just can’t help but somehow give some sort of affection, it makes them just smile.
So not seeing you out on the battlefield, you know, helping people, is jarring. So jarring in fact they go looking for you.
So seeing you completely wiped behind a crate makes them basically jump and try to find solutions. One of the first and the one they acted on first is picking you up and taking you to a place they’d think you’d be safe.
Safe to say you are surprised when you wake up next to a bonfire with them.
Demoman:
Probably straight up finds you hot.
Despite being drunk, all of the time when he sees, he can see why not only your team likes you, but also himself.
It’s the sweat that falls down your face from the moving and the heat of explosions, that passion you have for taking care of people, still being a pacifist? In this hell scape? Yeah hot.
However that does not stop him from doing his job, he still has to occasionally kill you, always in front of people. However, what truly shows people how he feels about you is when all eyes are turned away and just tipsy instead of fully drunk.
Today, happens to be that day. He feels the nice warmth of the explosions, the tiny ringing of his ears, though it takes a bit to find you.
He finds you, of course, passed out behind the crate. He tried to help you wake up, however, even his ear piercing screams couldn’t wake you. So he figured that, he’d do his best.
Waking up to your head on his shoulders with the smell of Alcohol and gunpowder was not apart of your schedule.
Heavy:
Didn’t really care, of course there was a bias for you as a medic but other than that, generally didn’t care.
He saw you in battle and like anyone else, he’d mow you down. Watching you fall like a domino. Though, as time spread on, he’d slow down and hesitate.
It’s the way that you almost skip around helping others. The way you stood as if you were the sun is what made him fall in love.
So, he tries to communicate, but in your perspective, you think he just hates you more. With the dead on stares, the grunts, just generally not a talkative compared to how he was before.
It was a usual day, mainly made up of his mini gun firing off every bullet it had. It took a bit to realize you were gone, but once he did, god it was a man hunt.
Finding you behind a crate, passed out, was not what he was expecting, but not really surprised considering your eyebags. So he picked you up completely and tried to find a comfortable place to sleep.
Waking up in a very comfortable bed was not what you were expecting today. Especially seeing the guy that you thought hated you relaxing in a chair nearby.
Engineer:
Another neutral person, but my god you grew on him faster than he really expected.
Usually you ended up being mowed down by the machinery he makes, so ends up seeing you a lot more than other Mercs do. So he can end up learning more about you.
It’s your voice that does it for him. The way you always sounded so happy when taking care of others just completely struck a chord in him and he can’t tell you why.
When he does, he does eventually fall in love he talks to you a lot more often and on a lot better terms. You two sometimes end up in chats about machines.
It was the usual day of setting up his sentry gun, dispensers, Teleporters, maybe shooting a guy in the face. Though, he knew something was off immediately about the day, and it clicked that you weren’t there.
He found you behind a crate, asleep. It was the most painfully relatable thing he has seen in a while. He was also tired and wanted to fall asleep after working on everything the night before. So he decided to kill two birds with one stone.
Waking up to a sentry gun and a completely passed out engie snoring away was not on your bingo card.
Medic:
He doesn’t like you and it’ll take a while for him to do so.
He doesn’t like you mainly because you act like such a goody two shoes. All high and mighty and for what? Why would you do that when you could be using your patients to advance the medical field. (No wonder why you still have your license.)
Though he fell in love for you for your intelligence. The way you somehow streamline your care, use your equipment effectively, and generally how you think.
Of course he’d never tell you. Much less show you not only the respect he has, but also his feelings. So he just hides them all away doing anything but thinking about you.
He almost knew immediately something was awry when the match began and you weren’t there. He began searching for you immediately and it wasn’t hard to find you.
Right behind a crate. Asleep. He of course assumed the worst, but ended up realizing you weren’t suffering from some condition and ended up just relaxing next to you.
You awoke to the sounds of him adjusting his medigun right next to you. Pushing up his glasses as he stares down to it.
Sniper:
He hated you.
He just absolutely didn’t like the whole cheery thing you brought to the table. He found the whole thing condescending to be in an active war zone with a smile on your face.
Though what made him fall in love, was the way your hands worked. Something about the way you stitched your teammates together has him absolutely mesmerized. He couldn’t tell you why.
So what does he do? Try to go back to normal. Try key word. It is always so hard for him to take a shot at you, he’d always get shaky hands even thinking about it.
So he had mixed feelings when you were gone, like completely out of the picture for a match. Like, he has never been able to pick off so many enemies in a while but also, where were you?
So he ended up finding you after going to get some ammo to reload. Just completely passed out behind a crate. His first reaction was quiet swearing at the situation he ended up in, but then having to drag you somewhere that wasn’t a hot spot for his team to come back and forth from.
Waking up in a sniper’s nest is a unique way to wake up. The silence coming from sniper as he just focused on the enemy team, with no worries in his head.
Spy:
He distrusted you but he does fall in love eventually.
He had many remarks and criticisms of the way you lived your life, especially with the whole pacifism thing? Yeah that he really didn’t like.
Though what he fell for in you was your eyes. He knows from experience there is a lot you can gather about a person from just the way the look at stuff. So the way your pupil expands when you hear that your patients are doing better touches him.
So you are so confused when this man’s snarky remarks, general attitude, and making fun of you turns into flirting. Or you think it’s flirting, but it’s really hard to tell.
It was supposed to be a usual day, but like the medic, he knew immediately that something way wrong. As he sleuthed his was through lines upon lines, he found you.
You were asleep behind a crate. Though spy did try to awake you with the usual shaking, you didn’t wake up. So he decided to do what he felt was the best course of action.
You don’t know how, but you woke up in your own bed.
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