#but reqs themselves will remain closed

[heliads]

would you be comfortable writing for minor requesters and characters? I’ll have a request for Primrose Everdeen when they’re open again, so I had to make sure you would be okay with it first!

yeah, i would have no problem writing for minor requesters and characters so long as the prompt itself has no 18+ content, as i don't write that! i've written for characters such as lucy pevensie, julie molina, etc, in the past, who are minors, so no problem there :) thanks for asking!

however, it is worth mentioning that requests are going to be closed for the foreseeable future. i've been really burned out on writing and been finding it increasingly difficult over the past few months to find the motivation to write requests. i'll still be posting here and there for fics i came up with, but requests are not something i'll be considering for a while. hopefully soon, i'll do a celebration that could involve some sort of requesting, but i just wanted to let you know! (this is not a lecture or me being angry btw, just wanted to let you know <33)

[moamidzyism]

[5:40pm] (tomorrow x together)

☆。.:*·ﾟwc 949 smut ౨ৎ minors DNI ˚⁺。˚ // repost ❥ ୧‿︵ req. how do you think txt would react to virgin reader touching themselves ୨୧ bf!txt x fem!reader, virgin!reader, masturbation [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

he stepped through the front door, the creaking sound echoing in the unusually quiet house. it had become part of his routine to go over to your house after work, over the past four months since you both started dating. the familiar warmth of your presence awaited him, usually in the living room where you’d be engrossed in the glow of the tv.

yet today was different. the living room was silent, devoid of your usual presence.perplexed, he ventured further into the heart of the home. the soft glow of ambient light revealed an emptiness that seemed to transcend the physical space. the kitchen also lay still and barren. the lingering scent of food remained, but the countertops and neatly arranged utensils, and not even a dirty dish in sight, was almost like time froze in the wake of his entrance.

he called out your name, but to no avail. concern etched his features as he surveyed the house. his footsteps echoed through the hushed house as he retraced his usual path, seeking the familiar embrace of your company.

he walked upstairs, and as he approached your bedroom door, he heard faint whimpers. “hey, i’m here.” he announced, opening the door. he stops in his tracks when he lays his eyes on what one could possibly describe as a glorious sight – you lying in the soft embrace of your bed, clad in nothing but the delicate lace of your underwear, with one hand tracing the contours of your lacy panties and the other gently massaging your boob.

caught up in the moment, your face contorted in pleasure – your eyes closed in sheer delight, your head nestled against the soft pillow, your neck subtly arched, your lips parted slightly. as waves of pleasure coursed through you, the instinct to muffle impending moans found expression in the gentle bite of your bottom lip. 

“hey,” his gentle voice wafted through the room. your eyes lifted, meeting him at the doorway where he stood. in a quick, instinctive response, you gathered the sheets around yourself.

“no, no, baby, don't do that.” he urged gently.

you lifted your gaze to meet his.

“can i watch you?” his voice tinged with a palpable awkwardness, as he cautiously inched closer to you.

your response lingered in the air. even though you had been together for a while, and you trusted him so much, this still felt scary. as you hesitated, the atmosphere in the room thickened. “we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” he quickly reassured, sending your discomfort. your body remained rigid. “i can leave,” he offered, taking a step back.

in that moment, a surge of conflicting emotions overwhelmed you. “no,” you almost yelled out, your hand instinctively reaching out to him. “i mean, i don’t want you to leave. it’s just that we… i haven’t done anything like this before.”

“i know,” he sat on the bed beside you, the mattress slightly creaking under his weight.

soobin, kai:

“i just wanna watch.” his hands lightly brushed your hair. “you looked so pretty. can i watch you, please?” he sat beside you watching you in awe, palming his throbbing dick through his pants. your moans and whimpers filled his ears and he couldn’t help but throw his head back in pleasure. this felt so surreal to him – his pretty, innocent girlfriend sitting beside him, her hands dancing on her clit. “can i touch you?” you meekly asked him. he opened his eyes and looked down at you. you’re sitting up now, eying his cock in his pants. he swore he could cum right then and there. “you don’t have to… i promise, i just wanted to watch you.” he quickly added. “i know,” your voice was so quiet, barely above a whisper. “but i want to.” 

beomgyu, taehyun:

“do you want me to help you?”  your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “i can help you, like tell you what to do. do you want me to do that?” you nodded eagerly, awaiting instructions. he ordered you to take off your underwear. you laid naked in front of him for the first time. you could feel the blood rush up to your face. you wanted to hide your face from him, but something urged you to stop. “we don’t have to do this, if you’re uncomfortable.” he broke you away from your thoughts. “no, no, i want to… it’s just new.” you tried to convince him. “just try to relax, yeah?” you closed your eyes, took a deep breath and listened intently to his words. his deep voice sent chills down your spine as you did everything he said, touching yourself. “you feel good, baby?” you tried to answer, but only a moan could manage to escape your lips.

yeonjun:

“can i touch you?” he asked, “i promise, i’ll make you feel so good, baby.” your eyes sparkled with an ardent ‘yes’. “tell me if you’re uncomfortable.” his hands skillfully slid your panties down. he pressed his hard thumb into your slit, causing you to grip tightly onto the sheets beneath you. his hands stroked your core, rubbing and flicking, inching you closer and closer to your climax. and then he pulls away. “why did you stop?” you asked, pouting. “can i taste you, please baby? want you to cum in my mouth.” before you knew it, his face was hidden between your legs. you were so close, your back arched off the mattress. you were floating when your orgasm crept up to you and you just need something to ground you, you reached down in search of his hands, holding him so tightly, like he would disappear if you didn’t.

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[revasserium]

Hello, Rain! Congrats on the 2k followers! 🎉💖 Hope your day is going well!! For the event, may I request Marius and butterfly lovers? ☺️

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14. butterfly lovers

marius von hagen; 5,103 words; fluff, no "y/n", slightly canon-divergent, highschool sweethearts to lovers, marius being the simp he is, mentions of dif socioeconomic backgrounds, verbal bullying from other students

summary: marius does not have many friends at starhigh; you see fit to change that fact.

a/n: this is loosely based on both his "precious mornings" ssr and also his "world of glitz" ssr so vague spoilers for both and you'll understand this more if you kinda sorta know those but otherwise it's just a cute lil fic to feed my marius obsession (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

001. want and need

“I don’t want anything from you.”

Those are the first ever words you say to Marius von Hagen.

It is, by all accounts, a strange kind of meet-cute (if you can even call it that, years later, with his arms curled around your middle, his chin hooked over your shoulder — the pair of you reminiscing on your school days, marveling on the passage of time, how quick things flash by. But back then, time had seemed an infinite thing, ticking solidly through from morning till night, Monday to Friday and onwards), but even then, Marius had an alarming amount of charm and self-awareness, a shockingly prurient view on the world.

Rich and spoiled as he may be, no one could say that he wasn’t brilliant.

“Sorry?” he says, blinking over the stack of notes he’d been going over in the library as you slump down in the seat opposite, tossing your bag onto the table and propping your cheek on your hand.

You shrug, “Just wanted you to know that… I don’t want anything from you. So, yeah,” you repeat, pulling out your own set of notebooks. They’re a bit battered but full of multi-colored tabs that bulge out the sides and top, your textbooks, clearly secondhand. Marius blinks for a second but doesn’t comment, leaning back slightly to look you over.

“Then, senpai…” an easy, self-serving smirk twists the corner of his lips, “why’re you here?”

You pause, fingers hovering over a pink gel pen, your shoulders tensing.

“All the other tables were full.”

It’s a bold-faced lie, but Marius makes a show of turning to look at the tables around you both — sure, they’ve all got one or two people but none are full. You could’ve chosen to sit at any of the other tables, with any of the other students. And yet.

“And,” you add, rather sniffily, “how’d you know I’m not in your year?”

Marius considers his answer — because Payton had presented him with a roster of everyone in his class (with headshots) the week before his first day and asked in that smooth gentle way of his for Marius to “make sure he’s done his homework”, because since then, almost every single person in his grade has tried to come up and introduce themselves, toppling over each other to try and make an impression, to stake their claim on his friendship and by proxy, Pax Group.

Because he wouldn’t have forgotten a face like your’s.

“Cause…. I know all the pretty girls in my year already.” He winks.

Easier to play up the foppish, rich fuckboy facade than admit any of those other things which are infinitely more true, but no less harrowing for a growing teenage boy to try and admit.

Predictably, you roll your eyes and continue on your journey of emptying the entire contents of your schoolbag onto the remaining space of the table.

“Right.” Your tone is disbelieving and Marius feels a thread of intrigue twang in his chest against the initial shock of your blunt appearance. You don’t believe him, and yet you’re still here. You claim that you don’t want anything from him, and yet.

“So? Are you gonna introduce yourself? Seems kinda rude to sit down at someone else’s table and not even tell them your name.” Marius taps the heel of a pen to his cheek, the intrigue slowly festering into curiosity. It itches inside his chest and he finds himself leaning in as you slate him a long, piercing look.

“Fine.” You say, and then you tell him your name — first and last, with no title, no frills, no mention of a family dynasty or some kind of foreign conglomerate empire. In fact, Marius realizes as he runs through his quick mental list of all the who’s who of society, he has no clue who you are or who you might be related to. It’s a difficult thing to achieve at Starhigh. And then he remembers —

“I’m on scholarship,” you say, dropping your eyes back to your now open notebook, twirling your pen once before setting in to scribbling along some sort of complicated looking diagram. Your voice is flat, almost curt, cut short by the implication of those three words.

Scholarship.

Marius knows that the prestigious academy accepts a handful of scholarship students a year, mostly as marketing fodder to pander to the masses — look at us, opening our gold-gilded doors, our marble-foyered halls, peeling back our velvet curtains to accept commoners who are driven enough, who are brilliant enough to shine amongst the ready-born stars.

“Well, guess someone’s gotta keep the test scores up,” Marius says, now entirely taken with the task of watching you take notes. You pause again, glancing up. There’s a spark behind your eyes that makes his heart stutter.

“Ah… so you do know about us.”

Us. You say the word so casually but it still makes Marius flinch inwardly. An “us” precludes a “them” — one group, and the other. Somehow, Marius doesn’t like the thought of you and him being othered from each other so obviously by your respective social circles, even though he knows it’s unavoidable.

“Sure I do — I mean, none of us study hard enough to make the numbers we post every year,” he says, with a stab at casual nonchalance, putting an extra emphasis on his use of “us” just to be a tad more self-deprecating. That should be the tactic here — people like to feel superior, so debasing himself a little from time to time is necessary.

So he tells himself.

You, however, don’t seem to be buying it.

“I’ve seen you in here every afternoon for the past two months.”

Marius leans back, stretching his arms over his head and yawning hugely.

“Nowhere else to be, so…” but even he hears the strained edge to his voice, the flatness that drops at the end of his would-be cheery tone. You hike an imperious eyebrow and Marius feels heat cresting up the back of his neck.

“Nowhere else?” you echo the words back at him, but in your voice, they sound softer, more wistful.

He slumps back forward, making an exaggerated face.

“Yeah, my brother’s busy with the company and my dad’s… off somewhere in Europe doing whatever he does in Europe,” he waves a would-be careless hand and sighs dramatically, “what’s a guy to do with all that time but —” he motions around the gorgeous library reading room with it’s floor to ceiling windows and endless stacks of priceless reference books and first editions.

“But to study,” you finish for him, amusement dangling off the end of your words like a comma, hinged there, waiting for the rest of the sentence, the remainder of the story.

Marius chews on the inside of his cheek and doubles down with a light laugh and another good-natured wink. Meanwhile, he can’t help the way his mind is racing. Why would a scholarship student randomly come up to him in the library, loudly declare that she “doesn’t want anything from him” and then proceed to invade his personal space?

It reminds him, outlandishly, of the story of a man who’d struck gold, and then, terrified that someone would come steal it from him, proceeded to bury it all back with the sign “NO GOLD BURIED HERE” tacked up over the mound of freshly dug earth. The denial so egregious that it rebounds back into confirmation instead.

Were you really trying to get closer to him by telling him to his face that you had no such intentions?

His chases down the line of thought, the speculations spiraling wilder and wilder until your voice snaps him sharply back into focus.

“Oi! Are you okay?”

Marius blinks, jerking back as you click your fingers in front of his face.

“Huh? Oh yeah sorry —”

You cock your head, that strange, knowing spark still flickering behind your eyes.

“Where’d you go off to, hm?”

Marius opens his mouth before shutting it again, shaking his head.

“Just… never mind.”

“You do that a lot, don’t you?” you ask, cocking your head to one side, birdlike.

“Do what?”

“Keep things to yourself.”

And this time, Marius feels himself being caught off-guard — there’s a skip to his already arhythmic heartbeat, a skid in his breath, a click-shuffle-snap in his mind’s eye as he tries to refocus his attention on what you’d just said. And when he does, heat and heat and heat claws its way up his skin, bleeding into his cheeks before he can force it back down.

“I - I don’t know what you mean.” There — that quaver in his voice. He curses himself for it. The vulnerability of it all.

“I’ve seen it, y’know —” you say, sighing as you drop your eyes back onto your notes, now highlighting something in a bright, blinding chartreuse, “the way people flock to you. But I mean, everyone titters over everyone else here, don’t they?”

Marius stares, nearly open-mouthed at the casual, almost bland way you’re laying it all out, as if he weren’t the storm-center around which all of this social grandstanding spins.

“What do they ask you about first? Oh, lemme guess — is it the fact that you’re confirmed to be Pax’s next CEO or whether you like girls with short hair? I guess the short-hair thing is a bit less on the nose, right?”

You flip a page in your notebook and methodically tab it with a pink sticky note.

“What do you want?” the words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself, and Marius realizes too late that he’s staring, wide-eyed and desperate, his heart now pounding inside him like some angry, caged thing, thudding so hard against the back of his throat that he actually feels like it might leap right out of his mouth.

Placidly, you raise your eyes back to look at him, meeting his wild, bewildered gaze with the steady, solid one of your own.

“Like I said… I don’t want anything from you.” Your voice is calm, your words sure.

Disbelief roils inside him like sickness and he swallows hard as he realizes his hands had clenched into white-knuckled fists on the table between you.

“Then why —” his voice isn’t light anymore, instead it's jagged around the edges, raw and torn and bleeding.

He feels naked, exposed, stripped in a way that he hadn’t felt since the first time his father had taken him to visit the family shrine.

You purse your lips and sigh, and this time, you look just as tired as he feels as you slowly start to gather up your things.

“Because… you just looked a bit lonely and I thought you might like some company.”

You tuck your last gel-pen back into your bag before hoisting it onto your shoulder, turning and walking away.

002. oh bully you

“Senpai… you know it was super mean of you to just leave me like that yesterday.”

You jump nearly a foot in the air as Marius drops into the empty desk directly in front of you, straddling the chair back with his legs on either side, crossing his arms over top of your opened textbook and peering up at you from beneath his damnably long lashes.

He bats them at you as you blink down at him, trying to reconcile the sight of him with the space of your classroom — which is not his classroom, because — right, of course, you’re not in the same grade. So, why —

“Oh~ reading even during lunch period? You’re so studious — hey d’you think you can help me with the history homework? I suck at names and dates.”

You stare at him for two whole seconds longer before narrowing your eyes.

“What’re you doing here? This isn’t your classroom.”

Marius pouts, feigning hurt, “But senpai… it’s lunchtime! Didn’t you say you wanted to keep me company yesterday?”

“Yester — “ you break off, understanding finally settling over your confused expression as you soften in your chair. casting him a reproachful look.

“Well you didn’t seem like you wanted the company so I thought —”

“Wha — I never said that! You just caught me off guard! I was just asking what you wanted to do for the rest of the afternoon, but you stormed off. Ah… I thought you were angry with me — you’re not angry with me, are you senpai?”

You let out an exasperated sigh at his antics, but a smile still breaks across your lips.

“Did I say I was angry?”

Marius’s grin widens by degrees.

All around you, people are beginning to stare. What is Marius von Hagen, society’s most elite golden child doing with a no-name scholarship student like you? And acting all chummy when no one had ever seen you two together before? Whispers gather like a rising tide but Marius doesn’t seem to notice as he casually reaches over your textbooks to peer into your bento.

“Whoa! That looks so delicious! Did you make it all yourself? Can I have some? I’ve always wanted to try home-cooked food from someone my age!”

You smack his hand lightly and click your tongue.

“Manners! And if you wait patiently, I’ll let you have half.”

Marius smiles cheekily, looking all too pleased with himself as the whispers and murmurs gather in strength and volume. And by the end of the day, there’s not a soul in school who doesn’t know about the strange new friendship between you and Marius von Hagen.

003. rumors

“Did you hear?”

“Yeah — and with Marius —“

“Everyone says he’s nice but hard to get close to, so how the hell —“

“Maybe it’s some kind of… arrangement?”

“But why would a von Hagen need any kind of arrangement?”

“Dunno, but maybe it’s a charity project?”

“What? Adopt-a-pleb? Ha!”

“I’ve seen them around campus — he’s always following her around —“

“Ugh, so weird! Unless they’re dating? But god, he’s so out of her league it’s not even funny.”

“Hey do you know anyone who knows her?”

“Ew, no! Who would any of us know who knows her? She’s scholarship!”

“Maybe that’s why he’s so into her? Like… y’know those kids who grow up in the desert and have never seen snow?”

“What, like he’s never seen a poor person before?”

“Up close? Have you?”

“Ugh, it’s just so… weird. I bet he’ll lose interest in her by the end of the month. There’s no way they’re actually friends.”

“Yeah, that or… they’re…”

“Oh… that.”

“You don’t think…”

“Well… if she’s really that good… I guess a guy could overlook anything, right?”

004. in place

He has always been quiet when he paints, but there’s something in the thick, churning silence today that makes you pause, looking up from the book of sewing patterns in your lap. The sun’s long since set, and there’s only the two you left in the arts classroom.

Marius frowns as he leans back, a streak of dark blue paint smearing his cheek.

You glance at the canvas, pressing your lips.

“Okay. What’s wrong?”

“Hm?” he sounds distracted as he picks another brush and leans in to carve a thick slab of black through the heart of the already dark and chaotic painting.

“You’re stewing. What’s wrong?”

“How do you know I’m stewing? I’m not stewing,” Marius huffs, tossing the paintbrushes into a can, his lips pursed into a pout as he turns towards you.

You snap your book shut and sigh, “Because. I just do. And you just admitted it.”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Did too �� now spill it.”

“I —” Marius lets out another loud sigh before knitting his arms across his chest, turning back toward the canvas and picking up his brushes. He squints at the painting as if it’s done him some grievous personal harm, and then jams his brush into the middle, his strokes going wide and harsh.

“Have you heard the rumors?”

You scoff, “What, about us?”

“Yeah…” his voice drops, and you almost laugh at how childish he sounds before you realize that you’re both still children. You wonder if things will change when you grow up — the thought of it seems so far away. Like this, in the fluorescent brightness of the empty art classroom, the night outside stretches like an uncertain future, unfurling into impenetrable darkness.

“Sure I have,” you say, watching him as he pulls back to examine the dark blob on the canvas.

“You’re not mad?” He doesn’t look at you and you don’t make to look away.

“Why would I be mad?” You open your book again to mark your page before tucking it away in your bag. Marius pauses as you start to pack.

“Because it’s horrible! The things they’re saying — I mean, I’m used to it because I’ve grown up around people like this but you’re —” he cuts himself off as you whip around, eyebrows raised.

“I’m what? Different?”

Marius gapes, scrambling for words that do not come.

You pack up the rest of your things in a terse silence, then you push out of your chair with a loud scrape.

“But y’know, the people who talk behind your back? They’re right where they should be.”

Marius frowns.

Your lips pull into a wide smirk as you shoulder your bag, “Behind you.”

You’re barely out the door before Marius lets out an incredulous laugh and topples back into his chair. He lets a second pass and then he’s launching out of the chair, grabbing his own bag and slinging it over his back.

“Senpai! Wait for me! Hey, you wanna go to that really cute restaurant that just opened last week? It’s got a Michelin Star but I’m sure I can get us seats!”

005. be-friend

“Marius! You’re so funny!”

“Wow, Marius — that’s incredible! You’re so smart!”

Marius laughs, carding a hand through his hair, his expression bright and open and unassuming, but the group of people around him all inch in closer, as sunflowers might strain towards the sun.

“Hey.”

You lean against the doorframe with an amused grin.

Marius looks up, his eyes visibly brightening as he sees you.

“Senpai! I was waiting for you!”

“Bullshit. We’re gonna be late for the show.” You tap at your wrist where a watch might be as Marius bounds out of his chair, shaking off his hoard of simpering admirers.

“W-wait! Marius! We’re all gonna head to the Ace Club later — you know, the super exclusive one? Don’t you wanna come with us?” one of the girls asks hopefully.

Marius turns, smiling as if he doesn’t hear the strained desperation in her voice, the flash of annoyance in her eyes as she looks you over.

“Sorry! Maybe next time — I’ve got a theater date I can’t miss. Bye!”

“You know if you keep calling them dates, people are going to get the wrong idea, right?” you ask breezily, sounding less concerned and more amused.

“So? Let them get the wrong idea.”

You cast him a mischievous grin, “Ah… the prince in love with the pauper. Tale as old as time.”

At this, Marius pouts, “Senpai… so mean to me… and you were the one who wanted to be my friend first.”

You wave him off with a flap of your hands, “Sure, but you’re the one who stuck around.”

“Hmph, maybe after tonight’s show, we’ll go our separate ways then,” Marius makes a show of harumphing and stomping off in front of you as you laugh and jog to catch up, swatting him in the side with your bag.

“So you’re just hanging out with me for the theater perks?”

“Yep! Well, I knew you’d find me out eventually,” Marius smiles, teasing as the pair of you make your way off campus and turn towards the community theater.

After a while, Marius bumps you with his elbow, “You really are super good at costume design… are you sure you don’t wanna —”

“I don’t want a handout, Marius.” Your voice has gone cold and clipped, and Marius bites his lip, shoulders shrugging up as you continue to walk.

“I wasn’t offering one. It’s just… there’s a Pax program for young aspiring artists to study abroad in Europe and…”

“And you’re offering to get me in? That’s literally the definition of a handout.”

“No! I’m just telling you about it. I swear I won’t say a word about your application — if you even apply, that is…” he sounds eager in a way that you haven’t heard in a long time. Not since he’d entered the school fine arts contest under a pseudonym.

You give him a sidelong look before sighing, “I’ll… think about it.”

“Okay! That’s —” he reigns himself in as he skips out in front of you, looking not unlike an over-excited puppy, “that’s… good! Wah — I’m so excited for tonight’s play! Hamlet, right?”

You laugh as you hurry to catch up to him, “Yeah. But it’s not like you haven’t seen it before — didn’t you say that you dad took you to see it in London or something?”

“Yeah, but that’s different.”

“How?”

Marius rolls his eyes, smiling cheekily down at you, but when you catch his eyes you see them go soft, the light in them somehow molten as he looks and looks and looks at you.

“Obviously, because Ophelia’s dress wouldn’t have been made by you!”

006. stay and leave

“I got in!”

Marius blinks at the flat beige of his bedroom ceiling as your voice rings out from across the phone line. The bed beneath him is perfectly made, the silken sheets freshly pressed from this morning.

“A-ah! Congrats, senpai!” he tries to sound like his usual cheery self but he’s not sure how successful it is.

A beat.

“Marius?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

Another beat. Marius shifts, curling onto his side, cradling the phone to his ear as he stares at the halo of light cast by his artisan bedside lamp.

“For… telling me about the program. And… for not pulling any strings on the back end.”

Marius grins, flipping onto his back again, “How’dyou know I didn’t?”

Your laugh comes through the line, soft and sweet.

“Because. I know you.”

Something inside Marius squeezes; he fists his fingers into the soft silk of his nightshirt. Warmth spreads from the base of his spine up through the rest of his body till he’s tingling from his toes to his nose. He wrinkles it, feeling abashed as he scratches at his cheek, even though he knows you can’t see the gesture.

“R-right — so! When do you leave?”

“End of the summer — so…”

“So?”

You sound hesitant in a way that he’s not used to.

“I’ll miss you.”

He almost misses the words, they’re so soft, so quiet that he almost thinks he might’ve imagined them. But he knows your voice almost better than he knows his own, knows the color and shape, the weight and temperature. Knows how it gets pitched when you’re excited, and flat when you get mad. Knows the giddiness that fills it like sweet champagne bubbles when you know something and want to share. Knows the dull coolness of it when you’re done or tired or annoyed.

“Senpai…” Marius presses his cheek ever closer to the face of the phone, “if you keep saying that, I might ask them to rescind your acceptance letter just so you can’t go.”

He smiles, bracing for the sharp bite of your reprimand, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he hears you sigh.

“Just promise you’ll come visit, okay?”

“Sure! I’ll come every weekend if you want! My dad’s old jet’s been sitting in the hanger anyway.”

“Mm, maybe not every weekend.”

“Aw… senpai, I thought you’d want to see me!”

“I do! Just… you know what I mean.”

Marius chuckles, throwing his free arm over his eyes, reveling in the temporary darkness. A strange, hot tightness gathers at the back of his throat as he sighs. He feels the tickle of words on his tongue — and what is it about the nighttime that makes it so much easier to say the things he might never have the courage to in daylight?

“Senpai… if I asked you to stay… what would you say?”

“Hm?”

“If I — I mean… if I told you, right now, that… that I didn’t want you to go…”

You hum as if contemplating his question. Marius squeezes his eyes shut.

“I’d tell you you were being a spoiled brat and very selfish,” you say, but there’s a lightness to your tone that makes Marius smile.

“Well… I’ll never escape allegations of either of those things,” Marius replies.

“And then, I’d tell you that you’re being stupid because — why ask me to stay, when you can just come with me?”

Marius sits up, “Ha?”

“I’ve seen your art, Marius. You’re brilliant. You’d be the first to get in, even without being the next CEO of Pax.”

Marius stares at his own hand, now lying limply in his lap. He’d never considered entering the program himself — it’d be a huge conflict of interest. But… if he didn’t apply as himself then…

“Aren’t you being a little selfish too, senpai? Asking a guy to move across the entire world with you.”

“I never said I wasn’t.”

Marius drags his hand down his face, feeling his heart thudding right beneath this throat, a strong, startling hoofbeat that thrums through him. It beats behind his ears, rushes blood to his fingertips. He squeezes at the bridge of his nose, a recklessness filling him like helium to a balloon and suddenly, he’s weightless as he lets himself fall back onto this too-big mattress.

Later, long after he’s hung up the phone, your voice still echoing in the recesses of his half-asleep mind. He smiles to himself, pressing a palm to his chest to feel the rhythmic, certain beating of his own heart.

That, he thinks, is the girl I’m going to marry someday.

007. want and need (redux)

Years later, long after he kisses you for the first time at the airport in Florence, when you’d come to meet him for his first year in the young artists program, Marius flies you back under the guise of an anniversary trip.

You have a feeling you know what he’s going to do, and he knows you well enough to know that you do too.

Still, when he gets down on one knee, your eyes are gleaming with unshed tears.

“Remember when you told me you didn’t want anything from me the first time we met?” he asks, grinning up at you, a velvet box in the palm of his hands.

“Well… I can’t the same because… the truth is, ever since that first meeting in the library I’ve wanted so many things from you — I wanted to hear you laugh, to watch you when you designed your clothes, to listen to your voice every night on the phone till I fell asleep…”

There are flowers everywhere, and the sunlight is magnificent on Marius’s white tux. He looks like a prince stepped right out of the pages of all your favorite fairy tales; he looks like a daydream. You briefly wonder if this is a dream, but Marius charges on, and amongst all the tittering guests that surround you in the gallery, you’re the only one who notices the slight tremor in Marius’s voice, way his breath is just a tad more shallow than it usually is.

You reach down to pull him up, and you shake your head.

“Y’know, I lied to you — that first time, when I told you I didn’t want anything.” Your voice is scratchy from the tears, but Marius grins.

“Oh? Then… you did want something from me?”

You press your hand to his chest, the steady beat of his heart thudding beneath your palm.

“Yeah. I wanted… this.”

It’s a horrible, cheesy line, but all things considered, you think it feels right.

Marius laughs, leaning forward to press his forehead to yours, cupping your cheeks.

His smile is radiance itself.

“Good… because I want this too,” and he reaches down to open the lid of the tiny velvet box. You barely notice the ring for the feel of it as he slips it around your finger.

“But… I want so much more than that too — I want your everything — your body, your mind, your soul, your life — I want you to spend it with me, because even though you never wanted anything from me… all I’ve ever wanted to do was give my everything to you.”

You swallow, wiping at your eyes with an exasperated laugh.

“Dummy, you’ve always had it,” you hiccup as Marius tips your chin up with a finger, his eyes going soft as he looks over the planes and contours of your face — ever an artist, his gaze always both hungry and admiring. As if he could never get enough, but that won’t ever stop him from trying — from wanting.

“I’ve always been yours,” you say, and time itself is caught in the negative space between your lips.

Marius nods, reaching down to thumb at the solidness of the ring now circling your finger.

“Then… that’s the only thing I’ll ever want or need.”

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and now, for a request that took me six months to start writing and two months to finish due to personal stuff. jesus christ i should start including financial compensation alongside my fics.

anyways happy spooky szn everyone!! now that my reqs are finally empty i'll be reworking my page soon and opening them again💞

unspoken words, an orpheus x maid reader fanfic📕

tags/heads up: reader is a maid, gender not specified, one sided enemies to lovers kinda????, suggestive only if you squint really hard and get your eyes reaaaally close to the screen (theres only kissing tbh)

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Being a survivor was never easy. Peer pressure from both your team and people outside it, dealing with all sorts of blows directed right at you - either the physical ones, by the hunter, or the verbal ones from the other survivors.

But being a survivor AND a servant? It made things even worse.

Right after a match, it was only a matter of time when you'd hear groans and whines about how there's no tea and biscuits served in the living room, how there's so much dust on library shelves, how stained the floor in the hall is. And there was no time to catch a break, hell, no time to heal either. You roughly wiped your bloodstained knees, plucked out pieces of wood that dug themselves into your palms, and got back to work. As drops of remaining blood rolled down your leg and you felt your hips crack each time you bent down, you got back to your everyday cleaning service. As you were a maid - the only one that was available at all times, at least, and the only one who was actually living and not just a stitched-up corpse - most if not all of the household manor duties ended up a burden on your back. Strolling between the survivor side and the hunter side, you served warm cups of lemon tea, handed clean towels, even polished shoes. And my god, there was no mercy from either side. Everything was always "not good enough", and most of the time you barely even got a "thank you" handed back. One time, one especially daring hunter dared to spit on you as you scrubbed the tiles beneath him - let's just say that the handle of your broom got to his ankles quite quickly.

The maid life was ugly, but it had its benefits, too. For example, you heard all sorts of juicy gossip dealt from mouth to mouth, from ear to ear, dark secrets from every single person inhabiting the manor. And as most people ignored you unless they needed some unimportant favor from you, in the meantime there was plenty of alone time you could use up until the next bell ring. Curled up in a hidden part of the library, a plate stacked with softened butter cookies by your feet, your free time was spent dozing off on the soft, velvet cushions of the hard sofa by the foggy window, your eyes occasionally skimming through a yellowed book.

~

"Oh, sorry." Helena mumbled as the tip of her cane accidentally scratched your hand as you scrubbed the floor. "I knew you were somewhere in front of me, but I didn't know where exactly."

"It's all good, Hele." Helena was one of the more polite residents, but it was just part of her nature - shy, polite, respectful. Compared to everyone else, she was just a kid after all.

You achingly checked the grandfather clock looming over you, waiting eagerly until it rang for five o'clock and signaled your break for the day. Yesterday you stumbled over a really good book, with a fascinating plot decked into at least five hundred pages. You barely got to skim over the first few when you heard a whine from the living room, demanding a serving of pastries. It kept you up all day long and you could barely contain yourself from running to your little haven straight away.

At last, your deserved break came, and you almost tripped over the carpet folds as you ran towards the rusty trapdoor separating you from your one-hour paradise. Yet, as you lunged right for the piled-up cushions, you noticed a figure.

Someone.

Sitting on your sofa.

Reading a book.

Not just a random book.

The exact same one you picked up and tucked under the pillows yesterday, so no one can get their grubby little hands on it except you.

And, to top it all off, it was no other than the novelist, Orpheus, who was sifting impatiently through the pages, splayed on your sofa like a frog, his leg bouncing nervously.

Ugh, that Orpheus. He was polite and all, one of the exceptions, good-looking even, but god did something about him rub you the wrong way. He always said hello, said goodbye, said thank you and please, smiled back at you, yet...

"Oh, good afternoon, ___!"

The position he was in right now really wasn't helping.

"Hello, sir Orpheus." The "sir" title you had to use out of respect awfully repulsed you, even more so than "lady". Perhaps it was the undertone of uttermost submission unavoidably coming with it. "May I ask you, what are you doing here?"

"Oh. Well, I was on a.... little expedition, will you", he chuckled, nervously playing with the buttons on the cuff of his shirt, "Y'know, messing with the bookshelves and what not, when I stumbled upon this fine little room. Seems like I'm not the first one to discover it, am I?"

"No, you're not." You forced yourself to smile, and sat right by him, the cushions dipping under your weight and slightly pulling you two closer. "I've claimed it as my own, in fact. I believe you don't mind that, do you?"

"I-I don't mind it at all! No no, how could I? Well, I..." He mumbled nonsense, trying to hide his face as he cleaned his monocle. He seemed especially nervous today, and he wasn't the calmest in general, either. "...may I assume you don't mind me staying a bit longer here, do you?"

You sighed. Well, maybe some company instead isn't a bad thing. Even if it was him. "I'll let it slip this time. Want some cookies?" You pulled out a scratched tin box from under one of the big cushions, and messed with the tightly clasped lid. "They're a bit stale, but they taste just fine."

He pressed his lips into a thin line. Hesitatingly, he picked a crumbling cookie and wrapped it in his handkerchief. "Thank you for welcoming me so nicely despite your... condition, y'know. I can only imagine how hard it can be having the role of a maid and a competitor at the same time." There was pity in his voice, a hint of internalized shame, maybe. Willingly or not, his last sentence created an uncomfortable silence between you two, and it was only a matter of time before one of you broke it.

"...You're welcome", you went in head-first into the conversation, "but I really don't need your pity. I didn't get a lot of it in the first place, and I sure don't need it now. My life is what it is, and neither of us can change it."

He sighed. "I suppose you're right", he said as he got up and stretched, "just saying, though.. accepting empathy or help here and there really isn't that humbling as it seems." He calmly walked through the trapdoor, as if he didn't say anything.

God. You decide to be nice for once and you get back a lesson instead? How fun. Especially when it's from someone who you thought you could confide in. But you're not going to allow his words to get to your skull - there's so much better things to think of compared to that....

~

"My apologies, dear." Michiko whispered as she quickly tiptoed away, accidentally bumping into you the second before.

"I'd advise you to be more careful where you tread, doll", Joseph suddenly appeared in the hallway, weaving his words with his usual husky yet elegant voice, "I believe you don't want any accidents to occur while working, hm?"

Out of almost all of the (adult) hunters, Joseph was the most talkative. And you were no exception - he regularly spoke to the other survivors, often scaring them by whispering from behind their back or jumping out of the shadows. He wasn't trying to form strong relationships, obviously, but it seemed like he wasn't the type to withold his comments. After some time spent observing you deduced that Joseph might be a little bit too fascinated with you - or at least a little bit too interested in chatting with you.

"No, Joseph, I, in fact, don't.", you groaned as you threw the broom back in your bucket, "Besides, shouldn't you be more worried about your own wellbeing, old man? Should I bring you some balm for your sore limbs?"

He clicked his tongue. "Tch. You know I have good intentions, dear." One blink later and he already merged with the shadows, looking for someone else to talk to.

"Woah. What was all that about?" You heard a voice behind you, a bit shaky and uncertain. It was - you sighed - Orpheus again, in his hands a ceramic tray stacked with porcelain dishes and silverware, a warm scent of mint emitting from the glossy teapot. He wasn't having a good time trying to balance it in his arms.

"Nothing. Just Joseph being Joseph. Mind me taking this for you?" you grabbed the tray in an instant, now much more stable under your grip.

"I...do, actually." He slowly pulled the tray back towards him, a bit hesitantly now as his hands shook beneath it again. "I thought once you finish we could sit down for tea. Y'know, just the two of us. In the little room in the library. I can bug Norton for some of his tres leches if you want. Or maybe Margaretha for pierogi if you're craving something savory instead... Sorry, I wanted it to be a suprise." He looked away, bashfully, as if he regretted doing all of this in the end. You weren't sure what had gotten into you at that moment, but you suddenly felt that if you don't accept his offer now, you might feel really bad later on. Like looking at a sad little puppy's beady eyes.

"Thinking of it now, it doesn't seem like a bad way to pass the afternoon. I'm in."

~

You puffed at the steam coming from your cup.

"Joseph really gets on your nerves, hm, ____?"

"A bit, yeah. Snooty old man."

"Ah, come on now, he isn't that bad. He's quite pleasant to talk, actually. A little intimidating, very peculiar, but pleasant. Most of the time."

"Wish it was like that when playing against him. I go through hell and back while dressing my wounds because of his damned rapier. How did it even get approved by the owner?

"He's a veteran, so I believe they decided to let it slip back then. Or maybe he just swayed DeRoss off of his feet with his Frenchman charm and the two lasers he has for eyes."

You almost choked on your tea. Orpheus had a suprisingly sharp tongue, unfitting with his unsuspecting face and downturned eyes. He took off his gloves - revealing rough yet nimble fingers - and scooped some pierogi onto his plate.

"Was this a pleasant enough suprise for you?"

"Well, for the first time someone has been nice to me in a while, it's quite delightful, I admit."

"You mean, you wouldn't consider Joseph being polite towards you as "being nice"?"

"Hm?"

"Oh, just wondering, since I overheard bits of your conversation today. He didn't really sound rude, did he?"

"I mean, he wasn't rude or anything, it's just...I don't know how to explain it. Yeah, people are nice to me, actually, quite a lot of them, but they rarely go beyond their words. They don't put them into action."

"I see. I believe it gets annoying with time."

"It does."

"Do you put what you say into action, too?"

"...What are you implying?"

"As in, when you like a person or care for them, do you also try to put into action your love for them?"

"Orpheus, I put everything into action. Every day. That's my job as a maid."

"Yes, I...know that very well, but do you put love in action, too?"

"I don't have time for love. Nor is there anyone to fully love here, I fear. Just tolerate and like, maybe. If they're really nice."

He sat up straight, his thumb trailing his bottom lip back and forth.

"See, I'm no expert, but I do feel that you're denying yourself of something you don't know you need most."

Leaving you puzzled, he got up and left the room.

~

"Orpheus, have you ever kissed somebody before?"

He suddenly jolted, staring back at you from the other edge of the sofa.

"What kind of question is that?" He tilted his head, pouring milk into his tea. One tea break ensued after another, and now it has become an unspoken rule to bring something to sip (or munch) on to the library hideout as the clock struck for afternoon.

"You know how they portray poets and novelists. Romantic, sensual, passionate. I just assumed you already have some experience with dating."

A faint pink flashed his cheeks. "Well, now, what is it that prompted you to ask me? And now, of all times?"

Sip by sip, sentence by sentence, and you got quite close to Orpheus in these few months. You couldn't help but think about his words here and there - to do something with love, not just because you have to. Or out of love. Whatever. The following day after he brought you tea for the first time, you felt the moral obligation to invite him for lunch. And so the cycle continued, an opportunity to chat appeared along with it, and in Orpheus you now saw a friend. Perhaps. There were bits of joy in the moments when you picked out the perfect flavor for the day or played with coffee cream, attempting to make some designs with it.

No, in fact, there was no real reason behind your question. It seemed fitting enough for the moment, and maybe, just maybe, you wanted to catch him off guard again.

"Felt like it."

He cleared his throat. "Well, if you're so curious about it.... not really. Fangirls were common but... I'm simply not very experienced. Some may see me as charismatic but once things get a little bit more serious I don't know what to do. Was that the answer you expected from me?"

It was a bit ironic. A bit cute, even. How his charisma only reached up to actual love, the real thing. The same thing he remarked you needed the most.

"Funny. The Orpheus, the detective novel author, afraid of love? Out of all things?"

It didn't take long for him to pout his lips, looking away in shame. "To be fair, there's quite a bit to be afraid of in love. There's commitment, passion, building trust, insecurity... It takes a lot to love."

"I see."

"May I ask you the same question?"

"Which one - if I've ever kissed someone? Never. Never had the opportunity. Never felt the need, in fact. It wasn't a necessity to have a partner, only a plus. It's not something to be terribly afraid of. I believe it just happens and, well, you go with the flow."

"Well, maybe you never feared it because you never reached its starting point."

"Oh, Orpheus, you're supposed to be a novelist, not a philosopher."

~

The library sofa is quite practical. If you pull the compartment at the bottom of it a little too hard, it can be stretched out, turning it into a large comfortable bed, although a bit rough on the skin.

You and Orpheus laid on the sofa-bed, directly facing the large window, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass.

"It's really calming here. Lulls you right to sleep." He started, his monocle set aside. Now having a better look at his so-to-speak "monocled" eye, you noticed it's more downturned than the other.

"...Mhm." Already half asleep, you turned your head towards his face, soaked up his profile through lidded eyes.

"____ , is everything okay?"

"Everything is just fine. Juuust fine. I'm just a bit sleepy."

You looked at his hand, laying by his hip between you two, fingers twitching here and there nervously. He never took his gloves off in front of you except for when he was eating.

"You can go take a nap if you want. I'll wake you up once it's time to go."

Your hand mindlessly headed towards his and your fingers pinched at the satin gloves, trying to take them off his hands.

"No, I think i'm good."

He sighed sharply. That wasn't a sigh of annoyance, it was a sigh of pain, like trying to breathe deeply while your heart aches.

"God, no. Please, ____ , don't do this to me."

He was scared, and now you were too, but his hand remained still. Torn between pleasure and horror. His fingers cold and nimble, his hand rough and calloused again. For an unknown reason, you wanted to hold it, from the second your gaze switched to it.

"I'm not doing anything bad, am I?"

Your fingers finally fit between his, palm to palm. It was weird. Like holding a pleasantly cold cup and trailing across sandpaper at the same time. But it felt good. It felt safe, secure, like it could last forever.

"You know what you're doing."

You felt his fingers tighten around your hand, gripping it tightly.

"...Please keep on doing it."

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Seven o'clock.

An envelope in your hands. Your name written on it in the prettiest cursive you've seen, like a treat, baiting you to open it.

But you held back.

You waited.

The door creaked behind you. Not turning back, you spoke softly:

"Orpheus."

"____"

Your name uttered between breaths.

The clack of his shoes, his weight switching from leg to leg, his breathing becoming louder. You could now feel it on your neck. The chilling warmth.

"Why didn't you open the letter?"

"You know why."

"You're cruel."

"But you came anyways."

He sighed. "... for love." It sounded heavy coming from his mouth.

"For love." You smiled, the word now as light as a butterfly. The knife tore through paper and you skimmed through the lines of words, a careful gaze watching you as you did so.

"...What do you think?"

"It's wonderful."

"I know what's on your mind."

You turned towards him now. Face to face. Mere inches separating your eyes. Eyes, wandering everywhere else except towards what laid in front of them.

You tried to lay your hands around his neck. You tried, really. But the look in his eyes already denied you before you even started.

His hands quickly reached for your lowering wrists.

"Give me a moment, I beg of you." He whispered, shaking.

His lips indecisevly hovered above your lips, then your neck, your nose, your cheek. You closed your eyes firmly, only opening them once you felt comforting warmth on your jaw. He pulled back, leaving a translucent string of saliva as he parted.

"I know it wasn't as magical as you expected it to be. I'm sorry, ____ ."

"We barely even started, Orpheus."

He tried to object, to bury himself again, but before the words could slip from his mouth, your lips shut him up. And so, in a mere moment, the unspoken words did not matter anymore.

[bluehwale]

okay so idk if you’re taking requests or not, BUT BUT BUT could u please write ateez as chb demigods (kind of like the jongho one), the scream i let out when i read demigod on the post was a bit embarrassing tbh

also hi new follower 👋 gonna go stalk ur masterlist/s don’t mind me :))

the rainbow thief | demigods! poly ateez au

02 / ‘the rainbow thief’ masterpost / prev / next

summary. eight demigods find themselves ecstatic over finally mustering up enough courage to let you know about their unbridled feelings for you, only to find a threat looming upon them; a rainbow thief that's set out to steal you.

or alternatively,

your best friends are oblivious to your reciprocating feelings.

pairing(s). ot8 demigods! ateez x daughter of iris! reader (son of hades! hongjoong, son of athena! hwa, son of apollo! yunho, son of poseidon! yeosang, son of zeus! san, son of aphrodite! mingi, son of dionysus! wooyoung & son of ares! jongho)

word count. 3.1k

genre. pure crack, angst if you squint real hard until ur eyes close, tons of fluff, literally the dumbest thing i've written help, basically idiots2lovers, ateez are chronic simps to the point where it's hard to watch, borderline unhinged behavior, they are also himbos!

warnings. alcohol intake (wooyoung and his wine), cursing, not proofread sorry </3

note. hi! this has been sitting in my drafts for a long while and i'm so sorry it took so long to be posted (almost d worded bc of my assignments) anyways, i kinda added a spin on this req by making it a poly fic, i hope you don't mind! thankyou so so much for being my first ever request<3 hv a great day!! ily ^3^ ++ feedback would be greatly appreciated pls i need to improve my writing

masterlist

San thinks this is definitely a level nine code red.

To give you an understanding of San’s Catastrophe Indicator, here’s some scale to context; a level eight would be Wooyoung somehow finding out his deepest darkest secret— that he still sleeps with his plushies every night; and a level ten would be getting zapped on the ass by his dad’s lightning bolt (and potentially having to stay in the infirmary for a week). So yes, a level nine is alarming, if not, exceptionally lethal.

It’s been exactly 53 minutes and 46 seconds since San has been watching you enthusiastically converse with an unfamiliar boy who’s sitting a little too close to you for his liking. His heart aches at the way you throw your head back as you let out your endearing giggles and how you teasingly shove his arm while the boy looks over to you with a grin, probably proud of a joke he told that made you laugh.

(It has also been 53 minutes and 46 seconds since the pink haired boy remains frozen behind a tree— the perfect hiding spot, he mused— all the while trembling like a leaf as he struggles to resist the temptation of flying in your direction curled up as a ball to hopefully cannonball the boy off the bench beside you.)

San huffs, he won’t let this be! It’s supposed to be the special day where he and the boys finally let you know about their feelings, and he would rather backflip off a cliff than let this undeniably handsome, seemingly perfect, flawlessly flirty guy who looks like he jumped out of a popular romance anime seduce you!

He falters, however, when he sees you stand up and grasp the boy’s hand to rise along with you. 

The poor boy’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he sees you inch closer to the blue haired boy, a pretty smile evident on your face as he then wraps an arm around you, pulling you close while whispering something into your ear that makes you blush. 

This can’t be happening! 

San’s hands turn jittery as he unconsciously moves away from his hiding spot, needing to get closer to you, his best friend that he’s been hopelessly in love with for years, but he can feel his heart finally breaking when you excitedly pull the boy into a warm embrace.

Snap!

Your head looks up to see San pausing his steps after accidentally stepping on a tree branch with eyes as wide as a deer caught in headlights. You innocently wave at him and San prays that the ground would swallow him whole.

He feels his hands grow clammy as he ungracefully dives behind a trash can to (unsuccessfully) hide himself from you and the unfamiliar boy walking together towards his direction. But of course, with the unmistaken pop of his pink hair, it’s hard not to notice him— especially for you.

“San!”

The demigod curses under his breath when he sees you in front of him and sheepishly stands up to meet your amused eyes. The blue-haired boy beside you stifles a laugh with an unconvincing cough and San thinks he hears the male mumble, “Oh, is this one of them—” before you elbow him on the stomach, cutting him off as he groans.

You pay no attention to the boy beside you as he doubles over in pain to clutch his gut, you turn to brightly grin at your best friend instead. “Meet Yeonjun! He just got here yesterday and, oh, he’s an Aphrodite kid! I think you both would get along pretty well.”

San feels his eye twitch. He tunes out your voice that rings throughout the air as you introduce him to your new friend.

A son of Aphrodite. Your new friend.

Aphrodite. The goddess of beauty and love. 

His heart sinks into his stomach.

This might be even worse than a code red level nine.

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“There better be a good reason for San to drag me here in the middle of drafting up my Capture the Flag strategy plans.” Seonghwa, the brain and only hope of the group, crosses his arms and tsks. 

The state of an emergency calls San and Mingi (an Aphrodite kid and the first San ran to for consultation) to round up everyone in the infirmary, an unfitting spot to hold their “emergency meeting” but the two boys couldn’t wait for Yunho’s healer shift to end. Mingi taps his feet anxiously when it looks like San’s unwillingness to speak due to his sullen mood means that he will have to be the one to break the news.

Ever the poster child of rationality, he slowly starts, “We think… _____ might be interested in someone.”

“You mean some people,” Wooyoung cackles, sipping his wine from an ‘I LOVE DIONYSUS’ mug as he gestures to his best friends sitting around in a circle. “There’s nothing to worry about, everyone in camp told me she’s 100% gonna accept our confession. They even think we’re all already dating.” The boy proudly smiles, taking another sip of his wine as his stomach flutters at the thought of you.

“She’s in love with an Aphrodite kid,” San blurts out.

Splatters of red wine burst out of Wooyoung’s mouth when San’s words finally registers in his mind, leaving him to stammer and gape wordlessly as chaos ensues with the rest of the boys.

“What are you talking about?!” gasped Seonghwa, any previous thought of his strategy plans immediately forgotten.

“But— but we were supposed to tell her today!” Yunho, ever in tune with his emotions, wails while his hands slap his face to cover his already leaking eyes. “What are we gonna do with the humongous bouquet I requested the Demeter kids to make last night?!” He reaches out a shaky finger to point at the flower bouquet and an equally large teddy bear taking up a whole corner of the infirmary. 

Amidst the commotion, Mingi locks his arms around Yeosang who seems to have resigned from his body completely and looks like he’d willingly give himself up as lunch for any nearby sea monster. “Guys, calm down, maybe this is all just a misunderstanding—”

“An Aphrodite kid, you say?” interrupted Jongho, already rolling up his sleeves to relieve his bulging biceps from ripping his shirt apart. “What’s this guy’s name and what does he look like?”

“Jongho, you’re not killing anyone—”

“Mingi’s right,” Hongjoong sighs, eerily calm besides the smoke fuming from his nostrils and his eyes that glint devilishly. “Instead of killing him, making him suffer throughout his afterlife sounds much better, I’ll make sure my dad takes note of him.” 

“That’s not what I meant!” interjects Mingi who, still grasping a Yeosang who’s ready to jump up and dash off into the ocean, shoots a desperate look begging for help to the eldest. 

“Maybe he’s trying to seduce her into a pyramid scheme?” Seonghwa supplies weakly, brain racking to find any other reason to support the idea that maybe you’re merely close with this person as friends and not because you’re in love with him.

“And why the fuck would he do that?”

“We demigods aren’t immune to capitalism.”

“It’s hopeless,” counters San, shutting everyone else up. They look over to him with furrowed brows and trembling lips, one that matches his own. “You weren’t there– you didn’t see what I saw. She looked so happy.”

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The eight sulky boys toddle around mopily as they pick apart the romance-themed decorations littered around the hidden area you all claimed as your group’s private hangout place. They can’t help but feel dejected over the fact that you— their best friend who they’ve been in love with for years, like someone else.

“Thought I’d find you guys here.”

Speak of the devil.

Their heads snap to find you walking on the path of rose petals they prepared earlier today, dressed in a baby blue mini dress you reserve only for special occasions instead of your usual get up of the orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and jeans. An easy smile rests on your face as you greet your best friends and they can’t help but feel their hearts grow heavier at the sight (except for Yeosang who is too busy panicking over you possibly noticing the ‘We Love You _____!’ banner that is still on display).

“______, what are you doing here?” The glint in your eyes visibly falters at Seonghwa’s question, your excitement twisting into unbridled nerves that settles uncomfortably in your gut when you notice everyone staring at you as if you shouldn’t be here.

Word spreads crazy fast in camp and it didn’t take long for you to overhear about the surprise the boys had planned for you. Although it unsettles you that the boys might be upset at their spoiled attempt of surprising you, you can’t help but feel giddy at the thought of them liking you back after all these years of you believing that your feelings went unreciprocated. 

So imagine your confusion when none of your best friends showed up to lead you to your surprise and that, after happily skipping all the way here, you find them hostile in your presence.

“Uh,” you trail off, nervously picking at the skin around your fingernails as you try to gauge their reactions. “It’s just… I didn’t see any of you today except for San. I missed you guys.”

It seems like that was the wrong thing to say as the boys, to your confusion, suddenly broke in tears.

“You can’t say things like that!” Yeosang hiccups, bringing a hand to his face to wipe the steady stream of tears falling from his eyes and earning broken mutters of agreement from the other boys.

"Wha—What?" you stammer, surprised at their reactions. What’s going on?

“You shouldn’t say things like that when you know we can’t have you.”

“What do you mean? Why can’t you?”

“Because you’re in love with someone else!”

You pause. “Huh?” Any trace of your previous nervousness vanished, instead replaced with rejoicement at the thought of them being jealous over you with someone else. You restrain the urge to giggle.

“It’s okay, ____. We understand,” sniffles Seonghwa, clamping his hand over Wooyoung’s mouth who was clinging onto his arm while yelling: ‘NO, WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND!’ It took awhile for the eldest to eventually tackle the younger to the ground, suppressing him by placing his weight over him while Wooyoung continues to let out muffled yelps as he struggles. Seonghwa turns to you and offers a weak smile, the usual shine in his eyes nowhere to be seen. “We’re happy for you.”

You try to contain your amusement. “You are?”

“We are,” Yunho nods, hastily wiping away his own tears to hold both of your hands in his (you can distinctly hear Wooyoung’s muffled scream of ‘WE’RE NOT!’ in the background). “We’ll always be here for you. We’ll always be your best friends.”

“That’s gonna be a problem, though,” you chide lightly, feeling the smile you’ve been trying to mask creep up to your face. “I want you to be more than just best friends.”

It took a couple seconds for the sulky boys to register what you said and when they did, you’d think they’d won the lottery or something (you’re pretty sure Jongho leaped three feet up in the air). 

“But what about that Aphrodite kid?”

You turn to Hongjoong in confusion. “What Aphrodite kid?”

Everyone turns to accusingly look at a certain pink haired boy. 

San gulps. “Yeonjun,” he mutters. It comes out sounding more like a question than a statement.

“...Yeonjun?” you burst into laughter, uncontrollable giggles escaping you from how ridiculous this is. “We’re just friends and he has a boyfriend. I was even talking about you guys all day to him!”

“Y—you were?” San stutters, already feeling the pointed glares burning on his back. “I—I thought you liked him…” 

“I don’t,” you reassure them with a smile. “How could I when I’m in love with you guys?”

Mingi lets out a relieved scream, enveloping you in a tight hug to bury his face in your hair and inhale his favorite scent— the sweet smell of coconuts; you. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that. We’ve been in love with you too.”

You take a peek from Mingi’s embrace to see the other boys celebrating; Wooyoung’s already chugging down a freshly opened bottle of wine while the rest of the boys are simultaneously doing tiny hops in a group hug and letting out excited yelps. Your cheeks ache from grinning too hard at how cute your boys are.

“_____! We need to go to the infirmary, we prepared something for you!” Yunho excitedly pulls at your arm, just remembering the bouquet and teddy bear for you, separating you from the blonde giant who’s now sporting a pout at you leaving him. 

You and Yunho both merrily skip your way to the infirmary with your hands intertwined and pink dusting your cheeks, unknowingly leaving a pink haired boy to meet his doom.

“Aha, who would’ve thought that she’s not actually in love with another guy?” San forced out a nervous chuckle, slowly backing up from his best friends and wishing he could disappear just about right now. “No hard feelings right? Everyone makes mistakes—”

“Shut up. Come here.”

Not too long after, a loud scream rings throughout the camp.

(“That sounds so much like San, don’t you think?” you worriedly ask the boy beside you who’s dwarfed behind the huge teddy bear he’s helping you carry to the Iris Cabin. 

“Nah, that’s not San.” Yunho calmly shrugs, his smirk hidden behind the gigantic bear plushie as he thinks of his own revenge against the culprit for his whirlwind of emotions he went through earlier today.)

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INTERLOGUE

BEFORE THE EMERGENCY MEET UP IN THE INFIRMARY…

“Mingi.”

“Huh?” The blonde boy in question looks up to see San barging into his room, looking as if he ran a marathon to Aphrodite’s cabin (which is exactly what he did). “How did you even get inside?”

San ignores his question. “You have a new brother?”

“Oh, Yeonjun?” Mingi nonchalantly asks, missing the way San’s figure goes rigid at his name as he returns to applying black polish on his nails. “Yeah, he just got here yesterday. Cool guy. What’s up?”

“I think _____’s in love with him.”

“What?!”

[suneeater]

submissive solomon

✎a/n: i wrote this in 15 minutes i hope its good. enjoy.

✰warnings: NSFW (MINORS DNI) -- reader is afab, but gender neutral

✉: I'm it's kinda out of character but can I req for a sub Solomon smut pls 👉👈

Solomon has never been the submissive type. He’s far more comfortable taking the lead and finds immense pleasure in being the one to make you squirm and cry, feeling satisfied that he can actively control you and your body. But he’s trained you to be far too needy for his cock, and he’s far too tired to please you in the way that you both deserve and desire

He throws his head back, mouth agape and releasing sweet, dark and low moans while you dig your nails into his shoulders and use his body to support your ministrations, bobbing up and down on his cock at an unsteady pace as you struggle to keep yourself upright in lieu of the way your pussy stretches wide around his long and thick cock, almost too long to comfortably work yourself on from this position.

Solomon’s hands wrap themselves around your waist, helping to guide you on him while his hips buck up into lazy and shallow thrusts, silent praises spilling from his mouth in the way of grunts and panting, his hot breath on your neck making you shiver and moan before he latches onto the sweet and tender skin of your nape, sloppy kisses trailing down to your collarbone interrupted by the occasional praise. Solomon, of course, tries to maintain his pride despite you having the reins tonight, but it’s nearly impossible to keep quiet when your tight and wet walls clench around him involuntarily. Weak, you let yourself drop around him, the tip of his dick bruising your cervix and leaving you whining relentlessly in his ear. 

While he is unwilling to give you full control, Solomon adores you, and with the way you use his body for your own good and chase your own high it’s a struggle to not cave in and give you everything you want. He decides to play along, just for this one instance, giving you a little taste of submissiveness in way of gentle whimpers in response to your movements. He kneads the soft and plush flesh of your thighs, keeping you steady best he can while you speed up with your remaining strength. 

He leans forward, feeling the way your back arches when he pants against you and letting himself go limp beneath you, leaving the rest up to you. “Please… ‘m so close for you…”. He’s practically breathing it into your ear, no stranger to the way your breath hitches and catches in your throat for a moment before you oblige and give him what he asks for, just as you always do for him. “Mmmhnm… you’re so tight… ah, I can’t take it… you’re so w-warm…”. Hiding his face against your shoulder, Solomon smirks, knowing how easy it is to push you over the edge, and that even in such a vulnerable state he has the upper hand. 

The praise and begs from Solomon are enough for you to finally reach your limit, gripping his cock like a vice as the waves of your orgasm take over your body, and the tightness of each convulsion causes Solomon to accidentally buck his hips from the pleasure and shoot ropes of white hot cum through you, spilling around around his base and leaving you soaking wet in your combined fluids as the remnants of your release leave you shaking. Still inside you, Solomon feels a sudden burst of energy take over and flips you around, taking back control in a more familiar way for round two, letting you this time rest.

[doumadono]

So this is sort of an emergency comfort request if I'm reading the thing right

So I'm a schizophrenic by diagnosis and recently and would like an emergency comfort for Hitoshi Shinsou comforting his agender partner ( please they them pronouns) after they have a bad dissociation fit + paranoia attack

So essentially what happed was I found out a friend was talking about me online. I had to go to them. A potential friendship was ruined with someone they were friends with. It set me into a fit of " who can I trust. Do I ha e real friends? Is everyone out to get me?? If they're talking about me I'm never going to get new friends. " and I just generally got very very uneasy and paranoid about how many people are currently talking about me. If I can trust people. Then I started to dissociate in my chair, couldn't get up to take my mental health meds nor could I even speak/sing ( a major coping skill for me ) for a solid hour.

So if you could write a drabble or a fic where Shinsou calms the reader down during an attack like mine I'd so kindly appreciate it. Bonus points if they've been together for a long time and he reassures them time and time again he won't live just because people and they themselves think they're a "monster".

A/N: hiya, my dear. I'm truly sorry to hear that you went through such a difficult and distressing experience. It's completely understandable to feel shaken and paranoid in the aftermath of discovering your friend's actions. Remember that you are not alone, and there are people who care about you, including me. Take your time to heal, and please don't hesitate to reach out if you need someone to talk to or just a listening ear. You are strong, and you will find your way through this challenging time, I'm sure about that ♥

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Hitoshi Shinsou had known their struggles well. The two of them had been together for years, and while life had its ups and downs, their love had remained unwavering. He understood the intricacies of their condition, the unpredictable nature of dissociation and paranoia attacks. So, when the shadows of despair crept in, he was always there to shine a guiding light.

On a particularly tough evening, they found themselves lost in the labyrinth of their own mind, grappling with disorienting dissociation and suffocating paranoia. Shinsou was immediately at their side, his touch gentle as he guided them to the safety of their shared apartment.

Shinsou watched them with a mixture of concern and determination in his eyes. He knew that this was a battle they fought many times before, but each time was its own unique struggle. He saw the turmoil in their gaze, the desperation, and the desire to break free from the prison of their own mind.

The attack had begun like a quiet whisper, a subtle shift in their perception that grew louder and more chaotic with each passing moment. As they sat on the couch, the world around them seemed to blur and distort. The room that was once familiar now felt like a maze of shadows and uncertainties.

Dissociation was a cruel trickster. It stole away their connection to reality, leaving them adrift in a sea of disjointed thoughts and fragmented sensations. They felt detached from their own body, as though they were a mere observer in a world that was no longer theirs.

Paranoia crept in, like tendrils of darkness winding around their mind. Every sound, every shadow, and every thought seemed to conspire against them. Whispers of doubt became roaring cacophonies, and they couldn't escape the feeling that they were being watched, judged, and condemned.

Their heart raced, its beats like the drums of an impending storm. Their breath quickened, and the walls seemed to close in around them. It was as though the world had become a twisted funhouse, where mirrors distorted their reflection into monstrous shapes, and every corner concealed lurking threats. "I can't, I can't…" They were whispering, on and on.

They sat together with Shinsou on the couch, his partner's heart racing, and their thoughts spiraling. Shinsou, calm and unwavering, cupped their face in his hands, ensuring they made eye contact with him. "Hey, it's me," he said softly, his violet eyes locking onto theirs. "I'm right here with you, and I'm not going anywhere. You're not a monster, and you're not alone in this."

Their breaths trembled, but they held onto his presence like an anchor. "I just… I can't stop these thoughts. They're like a storm, tearing me apart." Their hands trembled, clutching onto the fabric of their clothes as if it were their only anchor to reality. "I'm nothing but a freaking monster. People see me as one, as well..."

Shinsou could see the silent plea in their eyes, a plea for help, for reassurance, for someone to guide them back to sanity. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to their forehead. "I know, love. I know it feels overwhelming, but you're stronger than you think. You've fought through this before, and you'll do it again, and I'll be right here by your side every step of the way."

With a tenderness that only he possessed, Shinsou wrapped his arms around them, pulling them close. He felt the tension in their body slowly ease as he continued to speak soothingly, "You're not a monster, not to me, not to anyone who truly knows you. These moments don't define you, they're just a part of you, and I love all of you, every single part." With great care, he reached out, taking their hands in his, grounding them with his touch. "You're safe," he repeated, his voice unwavering.

His words were a lifeline, and you clung to them as if your life depended on it. Shinsou's voice was a melody of reassurance, drowning out the dissonance in your mind. "Remember, you have the power to break through this darkness. We'll do it together, just like we always have."

As minutes turned to hours, Shinsou remained by their side, patiently guiding them through the storm of their thoughts. He shared stories of the happier moments they'd experienced together, reminding them of the strength within them, and the love that surrounded them.

With time, the panic receded, and the dissociation loosened its grip. The sharp edges of paranoia softened, and the disorienting fog of dissociation started to lift. The attack raged on, but Shinsou remained steadfast, unwavering in his support. He whispered calming words and loving affirmations, reminding them that they were not alone, that they were not a monster, and that he loved them for everything they were.

Shinsou held them close, pressing another loving kiss to their forehead. "I'm proud of you, every single day," he whispered, as they lay in his comforting embrace. "You're never alone in this battle, and you'll always have me to hold you, even in your darkest moments."

In that moment, they knew that no matter how stormy the sea of their mind became, Shinsou would be their lighthouse, guiding them safely back to the shores of serenity and love.

[munsonthings86]

Hiii!! Saw your reqs are open so I’m shooting my shot here hehe.

I was wondering if you could write something inspired by a Gareth x male! Munson! Reader?? (Totally get if you don’t do male reader stuff or don’t write for gareth since he’s a minor character btw!! Just delete this if not! No hard feelings!)

Just hear me out here,, a best friends brother trope 🙇🏻🙇🏻

Reader is Eddie’s younger brother and is secretly dating Gareth, readers a little more introverted/ sensitive than him too. And somehow the relationship gets exposed and Eddie throws a classic fit “are you making out ?? With my sweet baby (legit like only one ore two years younger lol) brother?? GASP!!” Meanwhile reader is absolutely MORTIFIED lmao like a total classic cliche romcom situation hihi

Many kisses and hugs from your lovely anon

how did you know i couldn't resist a good brother's best friend trope? :/ i wrote this especially for you, my lovely! i hope you enjoy.

side note: i aged up the reader and gareth, so they are of age and college students here!

pairing: gareth emerson x munson!reader

wc: 0.6k

the air was thick and warm in the tight space of your uncle's trailer. in the even tighter space between you and gareth, a thin layer of sweat formed. the searing sun shot a stinging beam of light through the small window of the living room onto your exposed legs, and you dread the impending awkward tan line.

"c'mon, we gotta make this quick," you were breathless when you spoke as gareth peppered hot kisses along your jaw and neck. "i know," one kiss. "i just," two kisses. "missed you a lot." three kisses that led a trail down to your chest.

it'd been four incessant months since the last time you had seen your boyfriend, seeing as you each went to different colleges. you swore that you would've burst if you had to go another second without him, and the boy desperately pecking at every possible inch of your body, could clearly relate.

"besides, what's the rush?" his nosy hands found their way under your shirt, grazing the soft skin of your stomach.

"eddie is 'what's the rush’," a gasp fell from your lips when gareth gently pulled at your neck with his teeth. "he'll be back any minute now."

it was almost too easy hiding your relationship with gareth from your older brother while you were away at college, but now that it was summer break and the only place you wanted to be was under your boyfriend, it seemed like a mission impossible to have your lover remain a secret.

gareth found it so adorable when you worried like this. you were a lot like your uncle who spent the better part of his life raising you along with eddie. you were quiet like a mouse, always to yourself, and tended to relish in the comfort of your brother's shadow. a lot of people didn't notice you, but gareth did. and he fell for you, instantly. "you're so cute," he pressed further into you, as your back fell against the couch.

"seriously, he's really overprotective. my uncle's gonna have to start arranging my funeral if eddie catches us like this."

you jolted when the sound of the metal door slamming against the wall pierced through the room. in the frame was your older brother, completely frozen with his face kneaded into a tight dough of shock and utter disbelief. gareth was still clinging onto you, lips pursed, wet, and puffy as he eyed eddie.

"what the hell is going on in here?" the grocery bags he held in hands ruffled loudly as he flailed his arms while he spoke. he stepped further into the trailer, too wildered to even close the door behind him.

"we were just- i was just- kissing," gareth's words tripped over themselves as they clumsily spilled out.

"kissing WHO? this infant? this child that i helped raise? this sweet, innocent baby that doesn't need your little gareth germs all over?" poor eddie didn’t seem to be aware that you were 19, and merely only a year younger than him.

his voice was high and frantic, which though wasn't uncommon, but it certainly was not the voice you'd hoped he'd have when he found out your little secret.

"when the hell did you even get in here? i was only gone for ten minutes!"

your face fell into the palms of your sweaty hands, eyes peering at the mortifying situation between parted fingers. you knew he wasn't truly angry, or else gareth would've been thrown out of the door ages ago, but your stomach still felt twisted and uneasy. your words were muffled when you muttered, "eddie," but the boy only let you get so much out.

"you," he pointed, "don't you say a word. when i get back from putting these bags away, we're gonna have a long talk about why it's bad to lie to your big brother." he walked off with a pout, chunky boots making thunderous sounds against the wooden floor as he retreated to the kitchen.

a silence fell over the stillness of the living room.

"could've been a lot worse," gareth shrugged.

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[scarlet-ancunin]

It's a request for Dr Ian Wright ! ...so it's like Ian and gn!reader (who works with them in some capacity) fake dating to obtain some information about the mess that's going on(or for any other issue)But Ian kind of secretly has unprocessed feelings for reader and the things they have to do while pretending to be lovers fake escalates it to the point they finally confess their feelings for reader. (And ofc the reader reciprocates 🤭)

Gonna be this in with another request cause i can make it work *nods*

Req: Can I request something with Ian? Maybe how Ian reacts to the reader being jealous or protective? Thanks!

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I Like You For Real

It started off as you and Ian being friends. You both clicked quickly since you both spoke nerd and Magic thought it was a good idea to let you both work together.

The day came when magic had to call a quick meeting where he would explain "Ian i need you and y/n to go undercover to this couple convention apparently someone there actually has information we need to help bring Ben home."

You nod your head not minding but Ian looked slightly out of it "w-why a couple" jenn shakes her head "because its a couples convention genius" Ian looked at jen having a small pout and Addison smirks knowing why Ian was like this.

When everyone including you left Addison stayed behind to look at Ian "easy Ian im sure everything will work out fine and who knows maybe you can tell her how you truly feel about them."

Ian sighs and nods.

That mission was two weeks ago and it was getting more and more difficult not only to find this person put putting up the facade that they are pretending to like you when they really do. You however never showed inclination that you had the same feelings so it was more difficult for Ian to understand.

However their were times when Ian would notice how jealous you would get whenever woman fawn over Ian they would be surprised when you hold their hand suddenly or become protective when some bumps into them even if it was accidental.

"Im okay Y/n i promise" they smile at you and you look away glad you was wearing light makeup it still was enough to hide the blush. "Looked to me like you was jealous" they teased.

You look at them quickly "n-no i wasn't i just dont like rude people" you said looking away once more. Ian looked away awkwardly themselves.

Luckily you both found the couple with the information who shared it with you and Ian but made you both promise not to reveal their names or face to anyone.

"You know we was watching you two and for being a cute couple i never seen you two kiss or anything romantic in public like everyone else." Ian was going to respond onto you turned their head and kissed them softly on the lip Ian tried to remain calm about it but you kept kissing them until they responded.

You both pulled away with you smirking laying your head on their shoulder and placing your hand on their chest. "Only in private amd since we are in private i suppose now you know"

The couple laughed softly. "Yes of course well we hope you have a good evening" with that they leave you both alone to Which Ian took a deep breath and looked at you now.

"I'm sorry if i over ste-" you was cut off by Ian "i love you for real Y/n" you closed your mouth blushing lightly looking at Ian surprised your heart beating fast.

"You love me" you said softly. Your felt butterflies in your stomach because of how excited you was by this but also still shocked by Ian Wright loving you.

They suddenly leaned closer and kissed you passionately caressing your cheek you was frozen for a bit before responding to the kiss holding them close.

On your way back you was holding hands "you was right.." you said softly breaking the comfortable silence. "About what exactly" Ian looked over at you not wearing their glasses. "I was jealous and maybe a little protective because i didn't want anyone looking at what i wanted to be mine"

"You wouldn't have to worry i was already yours when you became my friend"

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[crossxskulled]

Here it was, the signifier of a brand new chapter.

Somehow the process of actually moving things kept his mind busy, worked into that annoying, focus on this irritating now compared to the later type of mindset. A bunch of boxes found themselves stuffed into this brand new living room, while the bare essentials for the time were properly set up as the door was closed behind him.

A soft blanket of shadows sweeps over the surroundings as the setting sun drifts listlessly to the sights beyond, leaving a darkened tint to the location better known as his new apartment. A new home where he finds himself set completely alone. ...Damn it, thinking about it that way causes his heart to twist, to feel a particular type of way.

Cold feet? Nah. Rather, it's the adjustment of what was for better (no worse, damn it all would he make things better) for the rest of his days. It compels Ryuji to simply walk forth, kicking his shoes off at the front of his new crib and taking the time to properly inspect the place. A good number of favors inevitably led to a good deal, a place that matches up all the pre-reqs he'd need to truly get back onto the pace for track.

Just thinking about that classical yell of his coach, to whatever bullshit his best friends would say in a time like this, to the doting but firm tone of his mother, a good combination of those spiritual hands were giving him a push to keep steady. Change, after all, was one hell of an opponent that gives a cruel learning curve.

Ryuji presses on, stubbornly driving his head into looking at the wild leap of positives he managed to take on by having his share of grit. A brand spanking new kitchen! A living room to call his own, these halls, backrooms, a bathroom that's going to be kept to sparkling perfection if he had anything to say about it. Within his heart, there was such a surreal feeling that comes with finally having his own place.

Even not as he steps off to his bedroom, that same feeling persists as a slapped together bed and empty stand remains as the starting marks.

"....Sheesh, s'really it, huh? A place I can set up however the hell I want." Tempted as he was to think back upon his gang for support, for an instant, he decides against it. The realization of how he needs to take the helm is what causes him to solely roll his neck in a sense of preparation.

If the place ain't feeling too damn lively, then he has two damn hands and a head full of ideas for a reason!

"Aight! New lap of a race baby! Let's see what the ol' Ryuji touch can get goin'.. But before that?" Naturally his music player upon the cell needs to get whipped up, a more 'classical jam' immediately being drawn to the forefront and on loop.

Its a clear burst off of the starting mark!

Time that found itself heavily burned by the conscious eye was soon edged into the backseat, thrust away into the work of his current project. A great part of him couldn't resist just whipping up his gear back into old positions as his first room, looking a little more fashionable of course, but it's Ryuji and that's why he needs to set it up as such. Throwing up those old rock and video game posters, getting his nice slough of clothes organized and tossed into the closet, minutes bled into hours as that fine well of stamina was stubbornly adamant in this particular ordeal.

A need to allow this certain space to be defined as home once again. The said place of legends wasn't just within people any longer. It couldn't have an association that remained immaterial any longer, far damn from it, within the blonde's heart, home also needed to be a place where he leaves one hell of a mark if he's going to be living up within it.

By no damn means does it pause just at the corners of his resting space either. Those granted dishes given by his mother also needed to be set up and away too, tucked into that lovely new dish rack after being given a good soap and rinse down. Even now, those lyrics found themselves pumping motivation into his ears as a snag of a content smile remains upon his features.

...Home, huh? That particular itch of needing a place to belong sure as hell never left him. In many ways, Ryuji reflects that this weakness can be a nurtured strength, a desire to push things just a touch more to how it should be.

To really give the support in his life something to gawk at.

And in turn, he can be some wicked damn support to them in kind.

"This is just the start, gotta snag up that work place the coach put me on when I adjust in, not to mention get myself properly registered too.. Effff, talk about a triple threat." Thankfully, that bit by no damn means does he have to go alone into.

Ryuji Sakamoto was going to keep good on those words of looking towards the future.

[brookhavencarservice]

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Conclusion

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[deedadobee]

Hi! Okay, this idea may be a little weird, but can you write about a villain that secretly writes fan-fiction on their free time and a hero that follows the fanfic account without knowing it’s villain? Feel free to ignore this if you don’t want to do it! ✨

AAALRIGHT FIRST REQ!! hope u like it anon!!

“And posted…” Villain pushed themselves away from their desk and sighed. The soft light from the screen is still stinging their eyes. They had just posted the longest chapter in their story that has been in their drafts for way too long. Having to fight their nemesis and creating plans to infuriate them took so much time away to write in peace. What were they writing? A fanfic about themselves and Hero.

What started as a stupid ‘What if’ became a micro sensation in the website they posted on, there were people reading their thoughts. Interested in what comes next, hoping for a happy conclusion that even Villain hopes for in real life.

In a different world, Villain would have been an author. Alas, they started something between themselves and the city they live in, and they intend on ending it.

Closing their eyes, Villain took a deep breath and was about to get up and sleep comfortably anywhere elseother than on their desk, until they heard a ‘ding”.

Spinning in their chair, Villain faced their screen and squinted.

“A comment… already?” they curiously muttered.

They rolled nearer to their screen and read the comment, it was from their favourite reader, a smile crept its way on their face. How thoughtful, this reader has been reading their story, sprinkling with long comments and helpful criticism. Villain appreciated their patronage and support.

The comment read ‘Was waiting for a good thing to happen all day, i just wish this was their actual relationship.’

Huh. The reader usually writes longer comments. Villain reread the comment again. Something inside of them is whirling, slowly processing. ‘Their actual relationship’, what was Villain’s relationship with Hero other than rivalry? What potential will there ever be? Maybe writing a sappy fanfic about the very person they’re supposed to dislike and fight was a bad idea. 

Covering their face, Villain stood up and walked away from the screen, preventing any welcome mats being laid out for overthinking. 

–

Weeks have passed since that night, and Villain successfully made themselves forget about that comment. They were on a roof waiting for Hero to stop their plans, looking over the city menacingly. The midnight air whistling Villain some inspiration.

An idea came to life in their mind and they padded themselves to see if they could note it down. A rooftop confession scene to answer last chapter's cliffhanger would be perfect for tonight’s chapter update.

“I see that you’re being punctual.” Hero declared their presence. 

Villain perked up and turned to see Hero’s figure walking over to them. A small smirk on their face, lightly glowing from the city lights from under. 

“Punctuality comes with villainy.” replied Villain semi-smoothly, hiding their fascination for them.

“Let’s get this over with, I have something to get back to tonight.” Hero broke into their fighting stance effortlessly, ready to aim.

“Oh, so sorry to plan this inconveniently,” Villain rolled their eyes, “I guess being a hero also means you lack multitasking skills.”

This, the Villain thought, is definitely what they loved the most about fighting Hero. The banter, the rolling eyes. They cherish it more than the bruises they get.

A swing after another, dodging, and kicking. Leaving each other panting for air. It wasn’t until Villain pinned Hero on the ground with their hands above their head. Hero usually comes up with a witty thing to say before kicking the life out of Villain, but they remained as still as ever. 

The sound of cars and bustling city life filled the lack of words, it concerned Villain.

“...Hero? I didn’t hit you too hard now, did I?” Villain broke the silence.

Hero only stared, their eyes wandering in Villain’s. Looking for something.

“This… is exactly what I read two weeks ago.” Hero murmured breathlessly.

[elf-bot]

start again - donghae

genre: smut, some angst & fluff

word count: 1.3k

request: Hi, i wanna request smut imagine with donghae... The storyline is, both of them try to have a baby, but the girl just scared bcus of her past miscarriage... But donghae try to reassure her everything is fine...

warnings: mentions of miscarriage symptoms, care and depression(?), fingering, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, breeding.

[for @yookieleeocean, thank you for the req! i hope you like this. i tried to do it as sweet as possible as i imagine him being that way ♡]

After a few months, Donghae and you finally decided to try again. They were difficult times for both of you as a couple. You were happy and pregnant, until one day you suddenly noticed some symptoms, like cramps and heavy bleeding. Never, ever a miscarriage crossed your mind.

Unfortunately nothing was to be done, you only waited and waited for it to be finished. It was very hard for you to understand no life was now in your womb. Donghae too had a difficult moment. He went through the process with you, as your husband, and wanted to make sure you felt better with time.

“Is not your fault,” he would say embracing you in his arms during those nights you spent crying while you still were going through recovery.

It wasn't easy. And it was your biggest wish to be a mother. Donghae also wished to be a father. But this wasn’t something under your control. It was totally unexpected. His members found themselves happy when you told them about your pregnancy about to be 4 months soon. They were there too for you and Donghae when he gave the bad news.

Both, you and your husband, had talked about trying again for several weeks and decided it was worth the chance. You were hoping this was the right time. So here you were on the bed, sitting on his lap, him with no shirt on. His lips tracing kisses on your neck, while his hand stroke your thighs, going under your dress.

He captured your lips, he swallowed your soft moan as his hand traced patterns on your inner thighs. His fingers finally found your core inside the fabric of your panties. You clenched your thighs together, a loud moan past your lips breaking the kiss. You hid your heating cheeks on his shoulder.

“Do you want to continue?” he whispered and carressed your hair with his other hand.

You nodded unable to create words. Your face growing hot at his touch on your wet folds. It wasn’t that you didn’t have sex after what happened, this time it was just different. And you wanted him right now. But Donghae wanted to make you feel good. Your pleasure was always his top priority.

He got you off from your dress, taking off your bra slowly, and pushing your panties to the side to leave you exposed to him. He motioned you to lay down on your back on the mattress and pulled you closer to him, your ass on the edge of the bed and his hips between your legs. You could feel his hard erection through his pants.

Kneeling on the floor, Donghae gave your slit a slow lick with his wet tongue. You gasped and moaned at his sudden move. His finger found your clit to play with it as he ate you out patiently.

“Oh my God,” you moaned, trying to close your thighs together.

He slided a finger inside of you slowly, your hands found his hair while stretching you out for him. He made sure your legs remained spread out. Another finger was added. His tongue never stopped, giving you pleasurable sensations that ran all over your body.

You almost came, your climax building up on your stomach, until he stopped and pulled out his wet fingers. You whined, you wanted more. And Donghae was more than happy to give it to you.

You saw him lowering his pants and boxers, he removed your panties throwing them somewhere in the room. He crawled on top of you kissing you tenderly, his hand playing with your nipples. You felt his hard cock, against the wetness between your legs and it suddenly made you nervous.

“Wait,” you whispered breaking the kiss.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, slightly worried. He cupped your cheek with his hand.

“I just- I am scared. What if it happens again?”

He let out a sigh. He was also worried inside, he knew it wasn’t something any of you could control or prevent. It just happened. It was a difficult talk until you decided to do it again.

“My dear, is normal to be scared. If I am being honest, I am scared too. But everything’s going to be fine, we have to be strong. We can do it,” he kissed your lips softly. “This is our biggest wish, isn't it?”

“It is,” you stroke his hair. “I want a baby. Our baby,” you smiled, making him do the same.

“Me too. If you still want to talk, we can stop right here and-”

“No. It’s fine. Let’s do it,” you whispered now feeling confident.

You guided his throbbing dick to your cunt, earning a soft moan from Donghae. He aligned and finally buried in slowly, your velvety, warm walls welcomed him. He gave you some time to adjust to his lenght, kissing your lips softly and taking your hand in his. Your fingers combed his hair.

Donghae started a slow, sensual pace. His hips moved perfectly, you felt every inch every time he slided in and out of you. You broke the kiss to get some air, but you never stopped looking directly at his eyes. His gaze was full of lust, desire and love.

You whimpered, his hips thrusts going now a little bit faster than before, making you feel good. Your walls clenched around his cock every so often gaining moans and low grunts from him. He kissed your lips again, muffling your sounds. He cupped one of your bouncing breasts and rubbed your nipple with his fingers increasing your pleasure.

He teased a couple of times, slowing down his thrusts and then going back to a hard, rough pace until your back arched and you grip the sheets with your fingers until your knuckles hurted. Fuck, he was so good.

“I’m so close,” you whispered and rubbed your clit to find your release. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

“You’ll have to wait for me,” Donghae breathed against your lips, giving you a hard kiss while he still pounded into you.

You cried on his mouth as he hit your sweet spot. His dick twitched and his pace was becoming erractic. Your nails scratched his arms and his back, holding back your climax.

“Please! Donghae, please!” you moaned and he groaned at how tight you started to feel around him.

Your legs started to tremble and that familiar sensation finally took over your whole body. You shut your eyes closed as he fucked you even harder, he grabbed your hand again against the mattress and bent to kiss the skin of your shoulder. He felt himself twitching, until he released his hot seed inside you.

Soft groans left his lips and you pulled him for a sweet kiss. His hips still moving at a slow pace for you to take all his cum, not wanting any single drop to waste. You hoped this was the right moment and that everything was going to work fine.

“So how was it?” he asked and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Amazing,” you smiled before giving a peck on his lips.

“I love you,” Donghae brushed your hair softly.

"I love you too."

You rolled on the bed now on top of him, still inside you. You loved the intimacy of the moment, still you didn’t forget how it felt before. His hands rubbing your back and your arms, his lips pressing short kisses on your head and the comfortable silence that filled your room.

“Do you think we will make it this time?” you asked, tracing patterns with your fingers on his shoulder.

“I hope so. We can do it, otherwise we will keep trying until we make it,” he reassured with a smile on his face. “We will never give up.”

You smiled knowing he was right.

“No, we won’t.”

[bluexiao]

if your inazuma reqs are still open, can I request relationship hcs for gorou where the reader is the priestess of the sangonomiya shrine? thank you and if they're closed just ignore!

CHARACTERS. Gorou; Saishu (Supreme Priestess)! f! Reader

THEMES. Fluff, A bit of necessary Angst, talks about the war (no major spoilers here)

NOTES. Guji means Chief Priest (thus why Yae is called Guji Yae) so I assume that’s what nonnie is requesting for? Since there are many ranks, Saishu or Supreme Priestess was the highest (more than Guji, actually) in the Ise-jingu Shrine. I’m pretty sure Divine Priestess (Kokomi’s role) is less religion-related since she handles even the affairs of the land—I said this because Supreme Priestesses devote themselves solely to religious ceremonies.

GOROU

Whilst it is widely known that Guji Yae is the head priest of the Narukami Shrine, very few Inazumans have knowledge about the Supreme Priestess of the Sangonomiya Shrine, you.

Being a Supreme Priestess had been passed down to the women in your family, very much like how it was with Divine Priestess Kokomi, who handles everything with regards to Watatsumi and its people. Your role is on to a lesser extent, but the people of Watstumi still look upon you since you were the “bridge,” the one in charge of all rituals or ceremonies for Orobaxi, Watatsumi’s god.

GOROU, the newly-assigned general of the Sangonomiya Resistance after Raiden Shogun announced the Sakoku Decree, met you quite accidentally.

He was still new with his position, and it could be kind of difficult to handle all the pressure when he had no previous experience in being a leader for such a big event as the war. A war. His mind is still wrapping itself around what was currently happening in Inazuma when he met you.

You never really let yourself out most of the time, usually meditating by yourself and arranging ceremonies and rituals that are usually related to cleansing all over Watatsumi or over Tatarasuna where the remains of the god that you and the people of Watatsumi believe on. It was why when your eyes met his, neither of you knew each other.

You both bowed at each other in respect, mostly from how you two saw each other’s clothing and determined their roles in the society out of impulse. He looked welcoming and warm, and it must be why you spoke first.

“Once you breathe and rest for a little while, your mind clears up and helps you make better decisions than when you’re erratic,” you smile softly at him, “you must be here for that, soldier. Rest assured, the airs of this area are heavily cleansed and blessed by Lord Orobaxi. You will be at peace in no time.”

You left him alone at that time, even if he wanted to call out to you and tell you it was alright to have your presence with him, he was honestly too embarrassed to say that.

When you both saw each other again was the only time he had the courage to speak to you because he was fairly sure that he could approach you with a reason--since you both saw each other last time, surely you would remember him… right?

“You must be a Shrine Maiden,” he speaks, making his presence known.

You, who turned to him, felt a smile creep on your face at the sight of a familiar face that you haven’t seen for weeks--not that you knew that many people, “Close. And I heard you’re the General of the Resistance. I suppose we never really introduced ourselves to each other,” you paused before bowing in front of him, “I am Y/n, the Supreme Priestess of the Sangonomiya Shrine.”

He felt his heart skip a beat--quite literally as he swallowed a lump on his face, feeling cold sweat on the back of his neck before he then does the same, “A pleasure to meet you, I am General GOROU of the Sangonomiya Resistance,” he then grins up at you with shine in his eyes, “I did not know you’re the renowned Supreme Priestess! No wonder I haven’t seen you much anywhere.”

He is quite obvious when he shows his interests with someone. If you’re quite dense, you’ll know if he always brighten up whenever he sees you, that’s it. Now he does this to those he looks up to or are his friends as well but you’ll also be able to see the tell-tale signs whenever you are around; the obvious wagging of his tail, the frequent curling of his ears, the biting of his lips. It’s adorable.

If you two got together, it’s quite difficult to see each other. You don’t get to explore much before due to being busy on your own while he is occupied as well with his role in the war. You two will have to be patient to and make time for each other.

When he’s with you, he’s always at ease--peace. Such a word for the General of a war--something he needs. It must even be one of the reasons why he got attached to you in the first place; you and your presence will show him the calm in the midst of the thunderstorm.

Because of the long-distance relationship, whenever you two see each other, anyone would say that they would always see you two hugging each other tenderly and not talk to anyone else for the rest of the day. They feel rather bad to disturb your lost time for each other considering you don’t get to with all that was happening.

It’s quite difficult, especilly with the anxiety of losing him in the fight. What the Resistance was fighting against is a god--the Raiden Shogun, the same god that striked your own.

“Lord Orobaxi, please let him be safe,” you’ll find yourself praying more than you could imagine.

The first time he got injured, you didn’t get to receive the news until he visited you covered in bandages. That’s probably why most of the soldiers of the army would see a Shrine Maiden visiting them, always asking when their General would get back, knowing the women were sent by you--or maybe they offered, knowing full well that negativity in the mind is something that you shouldn’t have--it’s your responsibility to offer yourself for the people and your god, having such impurities is forbidden.

But you wouldn’t be able to help it.

He wil feel bad whenever you will cry or get teary-eyed as you insist on tending to his wounds. Those who never saw the Supreme Priestess before will always see you now and will know you as the General’s lover--they’ll probably be shocked if they didn’t know your title beforehand.

Kokomi, who would be sensing your mood quite easily, will usually comfort you by herself. This may even lead to a friendship between you and her since you both have duties that felt kind of difficult to do, a tradition that you both never disliked but couldn’t help but have negative connotations on it every once in a while.

The good times in your relationship would probably be whenever you two were together. Sure, it was difficult to be apart, but it never hindered your love for each other. What more is that it probably strengthened your feelings for each other; him seeing how much you care for him that he actually wanted to live and survive, and you knowing how much he matters to you overall.

When the war ends, expect that you will be the first person that would cross his mind, and also the one he will run to right after he got to Watatsumi, even before Kokomi--who wouldn’t blame him and will merely smile at the news and the soldiers who told her that “The General had to run off somewhere,” she knew. “As expected. Now, the lovers will finally be at peace. Lord Orobaxi will be glad.”

“My love!” he shouted, too excited, too elated at the news he would tell you, yet before he could even say the words, the look on your face told him that you knew--you could read him.

“It is finished, isn’t it?” you had a smile on your face, one that he had always adored, but now he could see the tears that were close to falling from your face, urging him to rush forward and surround you with an embrace. He hugged you as if he never did with all of his life, because now, now is the time of the beginning--the real start of the beautiful moments that were robbed from both of you.

“It is, it is finished.”

[mod-ibuki]

Hola buster 😼 That nagito fic thingy wasnt enough to make up for the pain you brought me /j Anyways i expect some random ass nagito fluff (nothing specific you can choose lmao)

Ignore this if you want unless you have balls

-Dumbass who never requested shit before

"oh no!" || nagito komaeda x reader

the feels: fluff <3

PAIRING: NAGITO KOMAEDA X READER

warning: swearing

A/N: first request????? i also got this req out later than intended bc of school D: anw tell me if u want anything to be changed, have a good day anon!! (the title has nothing to do with the story, I was legit just listening to Marina lmaoo) this is short and I apologize 😭

L/N F/N is a complete idiot. Komaeda would know, he's been around them for a while, and they seemed to have no awareness of anything, or even themselves. he let L/N do whatever they wanted for a while, but overtime, it got concerning to the point where he had to watch over them daily.

"woah! is that a bear?" they had sparkles in their e/c eyes, and went towards it. Tanaka objected, going against the idea, saying that the bear they saw wasn't properly tamed. L/N somehow didn't hear him, because they were still going into the woods, towards the bear, while poor Tanaka was yelling at them to step back. L/N looks up at the bear, and it was already growling. uh oh.

yeah.. that didn't exactly end up well.

luckily (get it?), they didn't get horribly injured. only a few scratches, but enough to have L/N not show up at Hope's Peak that day. Owari scratched her head, and groaned. "where the hell is that chick?" Mioda excitedly cut her off before she could continue, "wellll, Ibuki thinks they're just sick! or maybe lost!"

Saionji became more annoyed as their back and forth went on about what could've happened to L/N, until Yukizome came in the classroom. "sorry, everyone! L/N is currently injured and is in no state to come to class today, and Komaeda is taking care of them." Saionji blinked, then looked around. Kuzuryuu laughed quietly, "no wonder it's so fuckin' quiet.."

almost none of them even knew Komaeda wasn't there, excluding Nanami of course. "hey hey, what about L/N's parents? can they not take care of L/N-san?" Yukizome sighed, shaking her head. "unfortunately, their parents aren't in Japan right now. Komaeda is the closest to them, and he volunteered to care for them in place of L/N's parents." the class made a synchronized "ooh" sound. well, Tsumiki was gone as well but they could assume why, she was probably helping Komaeda fix L/N's injuries.

MEANWHILE, WITH L/N AND KOMAEDA..

Komaeda smiled, watching as L/N tossed and turned around in their bed, long bandages covering their arms and legs. they suddenly looked up at him and squinted their eyes, but Komaeda didn't mind. "huh.. you look cuter than usual when i do this," they casually flirted, or maybe they just did it out of stupidity since they had no self awareness. the lucky student, was obviously confused about this. they didn't actually think he was cute, he was as ugly as a bug, if not uglier.

or at least that's what Komaeda thought.

he laughed, shaking his head "no". Komaeda responded with the usual. "ah, no. i'm not cute, not at all. you shouldn't be wasting your precious breath on such an insect like me. i'm absolute garbage." he still remained smiling, while L/N's face twisted into confusion, though Komaeda had seen that same face thousands before from them. "but why? i mean, you're pretty, and you're kind.. most times anyway," they yawned, closing their eyes and staying still. the lucky student couldn't understand, they always complimented him, and even Komaeda knew how dumb they were (he feels disgusting since he's practically insulting them), so there's no way they could easily act that they liked him.

so were they acting? Komaeda didn't really know, he was confused. well, he didn't know how to respond to his own questions, so he turned around and left. literally, he walked out the front door, walked to Hope's Peak, and went to his classroom. he opened the door, and was greeted with silence. then Nanami looked up from her console (i forgot what it's called send help), and waved at him from her seat. she looked behind him, expecting to see Tsumiki or L/N, or even both, but it was only him.

"Komaeda, where is L/N and Tsumiki?" Nanami yawned softly after she asked that, and Komaeda only frowned in response. he went over to his seat and sat down, contemplating whether L/N really thought he was cute. was he? no one really complimented him before, so he had doubts. but at the same time, L/N telling him he was cute, made Komaeda so happy for some reason.

he wouldn't allow those fluffy thoughts to go through his head though, so he internally slapped himself. "surely they couldn't have meant it.. perhaps they were just lightheaded and was talking about someone else?" he whispered to, well, himself. Komaeda kept on thinking about it, until Yukizome called out for his name. but he didn't hear it, he was too caught up in his own thoughts.

"..aeda? Komaeda? can you hear me?" Yukizome was in front of him, waving a hand in front of his face to get his attention. "hello? are you okay?" Komaeda was finally snapped out of his thoughts, and brought back to reality.

he looked up at the confused teacher, and simply smiled. "it's okay, you shouldn't need to worry about trash like me." after he said that, a bunch of groans erupted from the class. Sonia giggled, bring a hand up to her mouth to silent her laughter.

Yukizome turned around, and walked back to the front of the class. Komaeda went instantly back to thinking about L/N, and he knew how disgusted they would've been, if they ever knew that he had been thinking about them. but no matter how much he tried to get L/N out of his head, he just couldn't.

it was like they were a poison he was dying from, and he couldn't find a cure to it. Komaeda didn't know what he was feeling, but he loved it. he wanted to visit L/N again. was it their stupidity that attracted him? no, it was something else. but he didn't know what it was. he was dying to know what he was feeling, he needed to know.

MEANWHILE, WITH L/N.

"Tsumiki, what the hell is panadol?" L/N held the container full of medicines, observing each of them. they didn't know what any of the medicines were, but whatever. Tsumiki was bandaging up their right leg again, since they removed it out of pure boredom. she looked up at them, "i-it's ju- just a t-type of m-medicine.." the nurse went back to focusing on properly bandaging their injuries, while L/N continued asking questions.

"why do i need bandages these long?" silence.

Tsumiki didn't answer the question, only continuing to wrap the bandage around their leg. this would be an exhausting day, especially with L/N's questions and antics. which were both dumb.

"y-your br- brain i-is unique.." if they even had one she spoke softly, and L/N began kicking their leg, which caused Tsumiki to fall back in surprise. "w-wait!" she exclaimed, since L/N started getting out of bed. "i'm bored! i really don't wanna just sit here in bed!" the nurse panicked instantly, "but- y-your legs! th- they aren't p-properly bandaged..!"

L/N didn't seem to get how bad open wounds were, so they simply shrugged and walked out of the door, leaving Tsumiki on the ground, nearly crying. "i-i have to g-get them ba- back.. "she sniffled, slowly standing up but tripped almost immediately. "o-ow..!"

anyway, after leaving Tsumiki, they didn't exactly know where to go. they didn't know where Hope's Peak was, and they didn't know where Nag- Komaeda, was. so, they just started randomly walking in a random direction, and after walking and walking, they eventually got tired.

Komaeda's luck found L/N, asleep on the ground. he didn't know how they ended up like that, but he just brought them back to their home, and sat on the edge of the bed. Tsumiki was nowhere to be found though, so he had to do things himself. you can thank Gargle.

he got bored, being on the edge of the bed. Komaeda stood up, grabbed a chair, placed it beside L/N, and sat on it. he didn't look at them though, he simply sat there and looked at the wall. he could wait until they woke up.

and he did. once L/N woke up, they yawned and rolled around in the bed, until they saw the familiar brown clothing. "huh, i've seen that somewhere." they looked up, and saw Komaeda. his face was neutral, and he didn't seem to notice that L/N had awaken. he was too busy staring at the wall.

L/N was still sleepy though, and their mind was fussy. "Nagito, go beside me.." that seemed to have caught him off guard. Komaeda snapped his head to them, confused. "wh- what did you call me..?" he urged them to repeat what they said, and L/N did. "Nagitooo, I'll kick you the fuck out of here if you don't go beside me." their eyes were closed, and their eyebrows were furrowed. it seems they really, really, wanted Koma- Nagito, to go beside them, so he did.

he slowly (and awkwardly!) began to position himself to lie down beside them, and once he did, well, F/N clung onto him like a plushie, and hugged him. Nagito didn't know what to do, so he just hugged them back.

he looked down at the now sleeping F/N, and began to smile out of pure joy.

"how hopeful.."

A/N: I RAN OUT OF NAGITO GIFS AND IDFK WHAT I JUST DID WITH THE PLOTLINE AND SHIT. anon you better tell me if you like it or not or I'm gonna find you and kill you chiaki style /j I'm sorry LMAO

no but fr tell me if you want anything to change bc idk how to feel about this one

[siriusmydeer]

smut req: being risky with sirius in the showers in the locker rooms after his quidditch practice (omg gia im sorry lol)

caught in the act

sirius black x fem!reader

summary: you and sirius get caught in the locker room showers together.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: penetration, pet names, dirty talk, teasing, choking, getting caught, exhibitionism, mentions of voyerism.

a/n: in my catholic school, during math class, writing smut. sounds v gia to me.

“darling, you don’t want us to get caught now d’you?” he crooned into your ear affectionately and in faux-fright as his hand danced around the hem of your skirt that had been pushed up from his needy touch of your skin. his lips previously nipped small marks of blooming red hues at your neck, his presence evident at your short puffs of air and small splotches of red transitioning to violet on your neck by the minute; his tongue previously drawing dainty swirls on the flushed skin under your ear, your whimpers only persuading him to continue in the public area of the gryffindor locker room.

his fingers buried themselves gravely underneath the hem of your black lace underwear, just at the sight of your jutted lip in limited-patience for his warm touch. your flushed-skin feeling the calloused pads of his fingers glide flawlessly through your cunt. the sight of him beating away bludgers belligerently without the bare amount of effort it usually took others was enough to have you clenching your thighs together as you cheered for the gryffindor male.

he caught the hint as soon as your legs crossed whilst he was mid-flight and sirius caught sight of the impatient recurrent bounces of your leg, suddenly taking several missed opportunities to tease you to the point where once he had finally landed you were anxiously clawing at his uniform in the quidditch lockeroom. “ahh— patience puppy.” he began to chastise you at your desirous whines while pulling on the bottom of his vermillion-hued uniform.

“please— i need you.” it was like your small plead was a rapid switch in his creativity-roaming brain, trying to contain every single sound while students chatted amongst each other just outside the locker room. it was almost a guarantee they would hear— at first sirius wanted to refrain for your sake of embarrassment, as you were a prefect, but now all he wanted was to be buried inside you with the whole of hogwarts students who yearningly pinned after you, hearing how he could make you feel at his very decree.

his hand grasped onto the column of your throat, slightly catching you by surprise but before even uttering a word of confusion he hastily placed his lips on your own; his own desperation taking over his clouded mind. without a warning be shot his tongue directly into your mouth, tasting your recurrent mango lipgloss directly onto his tastebuds every time he kissed you— it was familiar like your tongues greeting, similar to old friends, just tremendously more passionate.

the next thing you heard was the clatter of metal, feeling the small tinge of discomfort at first, realizing you were now pinned up against a vermillion locker with sirius’ small scribbling along with smeared ink all over it. your lips that were once melding like glue, and tongues prodding each other were seperated for a moment. at the anxious flick of sirius’ wand, hot water was streaming from the closet shower, the glass fogging up in merely seconds that could slightly cover up your bodies from any peering eyes that could interrupt the both of you.

you both glanced at the other for a moment, his pearl irises hastily gaping on every detailed aspect of your face; your eyes, the creases in your eyebrows, the pout of your lip, it all drove him absolutely mental in the best way possible. his hands now rapidly opening the buttons of your uniform top, as well as your pleated skirt. your own hands nimbly tugging the maroon and gold jumper off of his torso, pausing for a moment to appreciate the sweaty streaks that were glazed onto his clenched and over-worked abdomen from the quidditch practice he had partaken in.

the heavy sound of the water pouring out of the stream that directly landed onto the ivory tiled floor was heard amongst the teenagers heaving breaths as you both rapidly disarrayed each others clothing and made way to place yourself’s under the searing stream of water.

you hair was clinging to the nape of your neck as you were in a familiarly lustful position with your boyfriend, this time under the scorching shower head; sirius’ hand grasped onto your throat yet again, pressing you against the shower wall in the midst of a passionate kiss. the stream gliding through your body’s, chest to chest, without any room between the couple.

the prod of sirius’ prick was felt directly on your inner thigh, taking tutelage of the situation you placed your legs in a lock behind his back— in the direct position you had been desperately aching to be in for the past hour and a half of watching sirius stride through the air effortlessly on his broom, and his uniform sticking to every nook and cranny of his torso showcasing his an structure to every female sat upon the quidditch stands; a tinge of jealousy still remaining from all the girls fawning over your boyfriend.

“you’re sure?” the murmur was barely coherent, but it was still heard from the close proximity that you both had been sharing for the past ten minutes. the vibration of his words directly hitting your pouted lips as he patiently waited in response for your consent to continue. “yes, need you, please.” you confirmed with the anxious shake of your head.

aligning himself he took the tenacity to steadily push himself into the warm walls of your cunt, you body clenched suddenly as he waited for you to adjust to his substantially sized prick inside of you. he waiting for the shake of your head to continue before he took it upon himself to hold you against the wall of the shower and pace himself in the deep walls of your cunt before starting a paced speed before gaining velocity.

pure skin on skin being shared between the two teenagers, the thrilling feeling of adrenaline shared thickly through each other’s kisses running directly through your blood stream like recurrent laps around the quidditch pitch at the mere thought of someone watching sirius claim you for himself in such a public area. the sound of the falling patter of water mixed with the slap of each other’s skin was prominent; the lingering sounds of hoarseful grunts and moans from the rapid pace that was set from the beginning of his thrusts and only continued as he edged you both further to release.

“my desperate little puppy, begging for me.” the mockery of his words had begun, while he thrusted deeply into the walls of your clenched cunt. your brain bleary in pleasure, too distracted by the way he was inside of you too even nod at his words, you could barely even acknowledge his voice; only finding the will to whimper subconsciously as it travelled from the crevices in your throat directly into his ear.

“cant even mumble a word f’me, getting all fucked out are you?” he began to question your unresponsive figure, he knew you couldn’t answer and just further got off on the fact that your only focus was how he euphoric he could make you feel all at once. the squeeze of your neck from his hand, that had remained on your throat, at the sides evidently brought you to where you were as he awaited your response to his mocking words.

“yes— yes i am.” you finally muttered as the quick broil in your belly started to swirl through your bloodstream recurrently like lightning bolts ready to loop around the crevices of your spine and finally ready to spill into the depths of your awaiting cunt.

the twitch in sirius’ cock was predominant as he was close to his release as well after teasing the both of you for such premeditated amounts of time, “gonna cum, gonna finish.” you hummed into the coagulated air, that was dense from the steam of the shower and the arousal that set into the ventilation system, as he pushed one final thrust inside of your trembling figure the squeak of the door rang through your ear like violent alarms bells ringing like someone had stolen one of the most pristine items in the world.

while in the midst of your elated orgasams both overcoming your sweaty bodies being coated in the scorching water of the shower, while the feeling of sirius releasing into you was overcome in arousal. the tinge of fright started to become more prominent as the seconds ticked of whom had just walked in on you and your boyfriend intensely having sex meters away from them.

“sirius? where is he” you heard the familiar whisper of the quidditch captain, james mother fucking potter, the boy who could never shut his trap walk in on you and sirius having sex. he whistled in thought as he padded in around the locker room in a stroll for his best mate. his eyes starting to crease at the clothes scattered across the floor.

you glanced at sirius with wide eyes as the footsteps became more coherent to both your ears, sirius paused at the whistling numb down, his body frozen inside of you as a small skid was heard on the ground and a heavy sigh following.

“sirius, in the showers? really mate?”

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