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cherri-balms · 2 years ago

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popular girl reader x sal? maybe they’re seeing each other secretly and she’s kinda mean lol

OMG!! Thank you so much for sending in your request for me! This is my first request so I'm a little nervous, but I'm excited too! I'm kind of going for a very free-form style for the time being while I get used to getting back into the swing of things! ♥♥♥♥♥♥

I couldn't tell you why but I found this particular request very intriguing, I ended up taking a lot of creative liberty as I went going! I really hope you enjoy it!!! >v<

RAITING: G || EWC: 2K || READER GENDER: F ||

♥𝓢𝓪𝓵 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵♥

♥Getting Together♥

♥〉〉 This kind of reserved, mean exterior is nothing new to Sal, at least after having to deal with Travis picking on him for most of his high school life. So needless to say he's gotten a bit of practice in this department! ♥〉〉 The difference between you and Travis that Sal hadn't dealt with yet (and made it just a tad rougher to get to know you), was that Travis was very clearly a confused kid without a healthy way to deal with his problems at home. You, on the other hand, were a bit more complicated to read.

♥〉〉 It seemed like you had everything a teenager would want. Every guy seemed to want to be with you, and every girl wanted to be you. You had lots of friends, good grades, a beautiful figure, and the most envious trait:

♥〉〉 A beautiful face.

♥〉〉 He couldn't understand why someone like you felt the need to be so stand-offish toward everyone. Maybe you really were just as stuck up and entitled as some of his friends Larry say you are?

♥〉〉 All this together should've made him stop, to pull his hand away from the fire before he got burned... but the temptation of the potential warm comfort outweighed that logic.

♥〉〉 He really became a moth in your light. Sal wanted to get to know you with each interaction, but not the intimidating [y/n] everyone had put up on a pedestal. Rather, he found you to be a rather tricky puzzle he couldn't put down until he solved it once and for all.

♥〉〉 Sal wasn't surprised his hardest challenge was just being able to get your attention. This was the other big difference between you and Travis: Where Travis went out of his way to get a rise out of Sal, you either blew off any attempt he made or one of your friends was quick to take your attention back.

♥〉〉 All while giving him that "Who do you think you are talking to someone like her" look he was all too familiar with throughout his life. It was also something that made him envious of your good looks even more...

♥〉〉 After an intervention from his friend group he was all but ready to give up until he finally got his moment alone with you.

♥〉〉 It was late in the afternoon when all the clubs were letting out and the sports teams were finishing up with practice. Typically, Sal wasn't the kind of guy to stay after school preferring instead to continue his ghost investigation in Addison Appartments.

♥〉〉 But, art was his weakest subject. With Larry and Ash busy getting tutoring from Todd for their own academic struggles he had to take it upon himself into putting in more elbow grease to bring his grades up with the teacher. As the sun began to set earlier during daylight savings, the nearby coast's storm clouds had moved in over Nockfell, making their presence known with the loud warnings of thunder before the inevitable wind and rain.

♥〉〉 Before Sal could worry about getting home, his cell vibrated with a text from Larry letting him know he and Lisa were on their way in place of his dad.

♥〉〉 When he headed up to the front entrance to wait for Lisa and Larry, he didn't expect to see you sitting up against the wall alone, looking down at your phone.

♥〉〉 "[Y/N]? I didn't expect to see you here so late.." His start at conversation only got him a quick glance, your appearance illuminated in the spotlight your phone gave in the dim lighting of the school after hours. Alright so far, not so good it seemed...

♥〉〉 Waiting a few moments to see if you would respond, he tries again, "Are you waiting for your ride? I'm waiting on mine right now, can I sit with you?" Same as before, silence. This time though you had scooted over just enough to let him sit next to you. Hey! That's progress!

♥〉〉 "That was what I was waiting on. I only stayed this late because I was going to dinner with my friends after they finished tennis practice, but they cleared out early when the weather got bad and forgot me. Well..." you move a little closer to show Sal the texts you were just having between your friends, and what he read made his stomach churn.

♥〉〉 The messages revealed they hadn't forgotten to come get you at all, rather they left you there on purpose as a sick joke knowing you had no way home. Sal didn't even try to hide his frustration, not even able to read the rest of the texts.

♥〉〉 "Don't make such a big deal out of this Sally Face. They just wanted to inconvenience me a little, we do stuff like this all the time."

♥〉〉 Seeing this happen to you hit especially close to home, as his "friends" back in Jersey had teased and messed with him in similar ways. It wasn't until he met Larry, Todd, and Ashley that he got to see what it was like to have a proper support system.

♥〉〉 He could also see a little further into your attitude now, it was almost like treating others and being treated with cruelty was just an expectation...

♥〉〉 Sal knew he wasn't going to be able to change your entire outlook with one conversation, but the least he could do was show you that same compassion his friends first showed him as bright headlights soon flooded the room from outside.

♥〉〉 "I'm gonna ask Lisa if it's alright to drop you off home too, it's way too dangerous to walk home at night- let alone in a storm like this."

♥〉〉 "The hell you aren't." The sudden blunt rejection was most certainly not what he was expecting, but neither was the light tint of pink your cheeks held. "Like I'm gonna let you of all people put me in a debt, I'll get home just fine. But, here-"

♥〉〉 You took out a pen from your bag and started scribbling something down on his hand, something he couldn't quite read in the lack of proper light. "This is just so I can let you know I got home safe, alright? Don't be a weirdo about this later." You didn't waste a second after that to leave the building (and him dumbfounded)

♥〉〉 Stepping outside himself, Sal finally got a good look at what you had written down on his hand.

♥〉〉 It was a phone number! Your number! An odd, and honestly quite crude way of giving him your number but hey, he wasn't upset.

♥〉〉 Once he finally got home he shot you a text letting you know who he was and that he was safe, finding himself glued to the screen until he got a reply back.

♥〉〉 Eventually his nerves were put to ease when he got the reply, and for some unexplainable reason, it made his heart skip a beat when he read it:

♥〉〉 > Hey Sally, lyk I'm alive. Drenched, but alive. > Sorry for leaving so suddenly, thank you for keeping me company

♥〉〉 Maybe you really were just a normal girl after all ♡

♥Being Together♥

♥〉〉 Getting into a relationship wound up going quicker than expected after your first proper encounter!

♥〉〉 Sal was quick to realize that you were never intentionally trying to be mean to him, not even really as a front for your friends. Rather, none of your snide remarks had any weight to them at all; the definition of hot air.

♥〉〉 Because of this your relationship was never really intended to be a secret in the start, rather you were still getting used to genuine communication and tended to revert to your typical ways in public. While Sal understood, both of your social circles just thought it was business as usual.

♥〉〉 Even when you had started transitioning into more romantic forms of affection, Sal was already not one for PDA so even your social status aside he wasn't really ready to venture into heavy romantics immediately.

♥〉〉 Which was something you found oddly sweet about your growing bond with him, because as one would expect you had been on many, many dates before Sal. You both had a dynamic where you were able to show the other a foreign kind of relationship you weren't used to.

♥〉〉 The problem arises when you do secretly date on purpose...

♥〉〉 See, Sal is wildly known to be an awful liar, and even worse when it came to keeping secrets.

♥〉〉 Between him turning down hangouts with his group, checking his phone a lot more often, and just in general having a different air to him everyone could tell he was hiding something. Larry most of all had been suspecting Sal had a romantic partner behind his back before anyone else though.

♥〉〉 Furthermore, you had slowly begun drifting away from your old friend group. Not only that, but you'd been rejecting date offers a lot more frequently.

♥〉〉 It finally took one specific day of repeated bad luck for Larry to finally get frustrated enough to say something. with a combination of a failed math quiz, a minor argument with his mom earlier in the morning, and the god-awful bologna to eat Larry was especially not in the mood to put up with Sal's distance in the conversation.

♥〉〉 "Sal, with all due respect can you PLEASE just reveal your secret date or pay attention to the conversation."

♥〉〉 Proceed to the dead silent, blank stares from everyone at the table. Yeah everyone suspected it (and had a feeling Larry was going to bring it up first) but no one thought he was going to go nuclear with it.

♥〉〉 "Ugh- haha Larry- what are you talking about I'm not dating-"

♥〉〉 "Don't even try that Sally Face we all know a man in love when we see it."

♥〉〉 For once Sal was kind of glad he had a prosthetic face. It made it very easy to hide embarrassment in times like these. Either way, the cat was out of the bag and he figured he had to introduce you to his friends eventually, so maybe this was an open opportunity for them to get to know you!

♥〉〉 "Hmmm... How about instead of me telling you, I introduce you guys to her. Is that fair?" The promise of actually getting to meet Sal's girlfriend already piqued the group's interest by far, so they didn't fight him when he left to go retrieve you.

♥〉〉 When Sal came back with you, however...

♥〉〉 Jaws were on the floor, Ashley may have gotten milk up her nose preventing a spit take, and Larry...

♥〉〉 "Break up with her." "LARRY-"

♥〉〉 Unfortunately here is where your previous treatment of Sal is going to bite you in the ass. The gang had a difficult time accepting Travis already, as a friend, but you as Sal's girlfriend is going to take a lot of work convincing you aren't just taking advantage of his kindness.

♥〉〉 It's actually because of this Travis is the first one you were able to befriend within the group- and actually got pretty close with. While in different contexts, Travis believed your claim of being influenced by toxic people in your life and genuinely meant no ill will to Sal. Hell, even outside of Sal's group you two hung out quite frequently.

♥〉〉 No one by far is surprised, but the hardest member to sway over was Larry, but also obtaining his blessing was something important to both you and Sal.

♥〉〉 Time is the only thing that will get his approval. If you stick with Sal long enough to prove you're serious about dating him then he'll know you're genuinely making an effort. ♥

#🍓My one and only!#🍫Chocolat Chocolat you make me feel #Fluff #Sal Fisher x Reader #Sally Face x Reader #Sally Face #Sally Face Headcanons #🌹FIRST POST OUT IN THE WORLD AHHHHH!!!!♥♥

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allicat0 · 10 months ago

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Tell me you need me

♡ summary: its been a month of fighting against the first order, Poe misses you and needs to let go of some built up tension.

♡ content: MDNI!, afab reader, smut, domination, praise, degradation, making out, rough sex, oral sex, penetrative sex, big dick, dominant Poe, submissive reader.

A/N: I’ve been obsessing over Dameron lately and needed to write some good smut

Being ranked top pilot in the starfighters is a big responsibility, though it’s also the cause of his large ego. Many would say Poe thinks too highly of himself, cocky, arrogant, and that one day he was going to be knocked off his pedestal, but he worked for that position, the title commander doesn’t come without effort. The split second decisions that he was forced to make in the midst of battle weren’t easy and most of the time crucial, for not just him, but for the rest of his squad, and for the resistance. Stress came with the job, it was inevitable, though this month was like no other, frustration was high and patience was low. No breaks, no relaxation, having no room to let go of all of this built up irritation and decompress, but also no time to release himself in others. . pleasures.

This last month, Poe has wanted nothing more than to pump a large load onto his fellow pilot’s face. He couldn’t get his mind off of her, not after the last time. The way she looked up at him. .god his mind couldn't shake the thought. Her pure eyes looking up at him through her lashes as she rested down on her knees for him, and only him. The moment his squadron arrived back from their expedition, his check in with Leia was brief as he was determined to get back to his cordors, to finally get a moment to himself.

You were thrilled to hear that the Black squadron was back from their expedition, it's been awhile since they’ve been home and you were eager to see Poe once again. It didn’t take long until you arrived outside of Poe’s room, you hesitated. Your hand stopped right before you placed a knock on his door. What was stopping you? What was making you so nervous? It hasn’t been that long since you saw him, so what was making you so anxious? As you were about to knock, the door slid open, your eyes met him almost instantly. You watched as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Dameron?” His name leaving your mouth caused him to clench his jaw, the way you said his name, it drove him utterly insane. Even if there was no sexual intent behind it, it made the hairs on his arms stick up. Poe was quick to grip your arm, dragging you inside his room, hearing as the door to his room closed behind you, it left the two of you alone with each other's company.

There was silence for a moment, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart thumping against your chest. You found your eyes staring down by his feet rather than his eyes, not bringing yourself to look up at him. You could feel him looking down at you, his eyes were drilling into the top of your skull. As he lets go of your arm, his hand slowly makes its way up, pushing your hair behind your ear, allowing your face to be more visible for him. “Why won’t you look at me?” Poe let out in a soft whisper.

Your breath hitched, not a single word in reply to his question. Poe placed his index finger under your chin lifting your head up to look into his eyes directly. “Darling, please look at me.” he pleaded to you. Your eyes finally lock with his and a smug smirk spread across his face. Poe leaned close to your ear, and began kissing along your jaw. “This last month” he inhaled deeply “has been so . . fucking hard, being away from you.” his kisses starting to trail along your neck.

“Dameron i-” he quickly cut you off “don’t say my name like that darling or I won't be able to stop myself” His breath was hot against your skin, sending a chill against your spine. “Don't,” You said bluntly. Poe pulled his face away from the crook of your neck, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “Don’t stop.” You said looking up at him, giving him those eyes. . the eyes he couldn’t say no to, the eyes that got him here in the first place.

There was a pause for a moment, the two of you collecting your thoughts, before he finally leaned down pressing his lips against yours. His hands entangle through your hair holding your head in place. You let out a soft moan against his mouth from the sudden impact, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. It doesn’t last long before his tongue slips through the seam of your lips, tongues swirling with one another before he sucks on yours, parting away from you. Poe’s hands release your hair and travel down your sides halting at your hips pulling you closer. Lips smashing with one another once more. It wasn’t something you could explain but his touch was addicting and you couldn’t get enough. He was your own personal drug.

You break free of the kiss, a trail of saliva breaking at your departure, leaving the two of you to catch your breath in the process. Poe was eager, he wanted more, he didn’t want it to end. Moving into another kiss his lips stop before yours, lips brushing against each other. “Tell me you need me. .” Poe pleaded softly to you. “Tell me that you need me. . and I’ll be yours. .” His words sunk deep into your core, causing you to bite the bottom of your lip giving it a second thought. You wanted him, there was no denying these feelings. You wanted him and him alone. You nod your head answering his pleas, but he was unsatisfied and shook his head “ No baby, I need you to use your words.”

Pausing for just a moment, you work up the courage to give in to your desires “I need you ” You say “need me to what?” He retaliates quickly. “To touch me.” That's all he needed to hear, and in one swift motion he dragged you over to his cot, hands still placed against your hips. He pulls at the bottom of your tank top signalling you do put your arms up and that you did. Poe pulled your tank top over your head exposing your bare chest, your nipples stiffen from the cold brushing against them. He quickly guides you onto his cot, using your elbows to keep upright.

The sensation of Poe’s hot mouth latching onto your breast before running his tongue against your nipple sends a shiver down your spine. He was gentle with your breast switching between the two giving both sides the attention they deserved. His lips travelled, kissing each breast before slowly trailing down your stomach stopping just at the hem of your pants. Poe’s two index fingers come up and latch onto your pants pulling them down and off, leaving you in just your panties. He was quick to dip his head in between your legs, planting gentle kisses on the inners of your thighs, feeling his beard pricking against your soft skin, causing you to grow impatient. “Stop teasing me” You let out a whine. Poe look’s up at you from in between your legs with a smirk “I'm not teasing, you’re just impatient” You could feel how wet you were growing by the minute, his touch was enough to make you weep. His fingers come up to your core running them gently against the wet fabric of your panties. “I’ve barely even touched you and yet you're so wet for me” You could hear his shit eating grin in his words.

Within a split second he pulled off your panties and quickly dived back in between your legs planting a kiss against your wet pussy, sending a shiver down your spine. A whine escapes your throat as Poe’s tongue begins to suck on your clit, lapping his tongue over it in the process. His hands hooked onto the unders of your knees holding your legs up and open, so you were unable to close them in the process. Your hands reach down and entangle with his hair, holding his head in place. He knew what he was doing, and it showed. The amount of pleasure that was rushing through your body was indescribable. You bite down on your bottom lip trying your best to muffle your moans in the process, causing Poe to pull away. “Let me hear your moans baby” He said, letting his lips hover over your pussy, his hot breath causing your body to slightly jerk. “Let them hear how amazing I’m making you feel” He loved seeing the way you squirmed to his touch.

Your hands reach up to the pillow your head is resting on and gripping it tight as Poe continues to eat you out, You feel your high growing, you’re gaining closer to the edge. To your release. Poe doesn’t stop, he keeps messily fucking you with his tongue, feeling as you’re growing closer to cumming.

“Ah -fuck,” You moan out before the built up knot in your stomach finally releases onto his tongue, but he doesn’t stop, he keeps going, your eyes widen as he continues to eat you out through your orgasm. His hand leaves your knees, inserting two of his fingers into your slick pussy, pumping into you slowly, unmatching the rhythm of his tongue. The sensation is causing your legs to shake, as you were already chasing your next orgasm, the second one closer then the first. “Come on pretty girl, cum on my fingers. .” Poe said, guiding you. He knew the right spots to push you over the edge, your orgasm was creeping up closer by the second and before you knew it you were cumming for him once again, your pussy clamping down on his fingers. “That’s my girl” Poe said while pulling his fingers out of you, licking the sear wet slick of your cum off his fingers.

Your head moves to look down at him but he’s already right there, face inches from yours, his movements were alway so quick, or maybe your mind was moving so slow, you could no longer tell. The tips of his index and ring finger slip past your lips placing them on top of your tongue making you taste yourself on his fingers. Your lips wrap around his fingers and slowly suck the last of your juices off of him. Your hands began to wander, palming him through his pants, he was already so stiff the brush of your hand over his cock was enough to make him groan. “Do you see how crazy you make me?” Poe said, watching as your hand trails against him.

He was quick to get up and off the cot, leaving you there, repositioning yourself onto your knees. You watched as he pulled his shirt up and over his head, following through by unbuckling his belt, tugging his pants and boxers down in the process, revealing his large thick and swollen cock. Reaching out and taking it in your hand, your tongue dragging itself across the slit of his sensitive tip before you swirl it around the head, sending a shiver down his spine. Your lips hallow over the head of his cock, tongue placed at the base slowly moving your head back and forth. “Fuck thats it” Poe groaned under his breath looking down at you as his hand entangles through your hair, guiding your head, bobbing it faster.

You pull your head back to catch a breath releasing his cock from your mouth, saliva running down your chin. Poe couldn’t get over the sight, seeing you like this was his favourite thing in the world. His hand cupped your cheek caressing his thumb softly against your skin. He looked in thought, what was he thinking? “Dameron?” You let out almost in a light whisper, his breath hitched, pushing you down on your back once again, he didn’t even respond, not a single word. Poe positioned your legs around his torso and lined the tip of his cock at your entrance.

It all happened so quick you weren’t sure how to react, his hands placed on your hips, pushing himself into you, you gasped at his cock stretching you out, sinking deeper into you. Poe didn’t wait for adjustment; he was impatient and couldn’t wait any longer. Your hands placed at his torso, pushing him away so he would calm down, he pulled back slightly just so he could pound back into you ignoring your attempt. Your face contorted into pure pleasure letting out a loud moan.

“Holy. Fuck Dameron! W-wait!” You called out to him. Poe’s grip tightened on your hips and picked up the pace, repeatedly slamming himself into you. “Shitt you feel so good, pretty girl” Poe groaned through the back of his throat. His hands place themselves on the back of your knees pushing them up to your head “You’re taking me so well.” He let out once more.

You couldn’t process words, your mind was fog, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he pumped into you. You were already sensitive enough from the last two orgasm’s that you could feel another one coming around the corner. The sound of your combined moans and slapping skin filled the room. Your eyes locked on his, watching his chain swing with the rhythm of your thrusts. This was like no other. His free hand went down to your pussy once again, his thumb teasing your clit, as he continued to pump into you. He felt as you began to clamp down on him, a smug look growing on his face once more. “Are you gonna cum?” you frequently nodded your head, words barley coming to you. “Yes, fuck.” You just barely make out. “Then beg.” Poe said with a stern voice, causing your eyebrows to furrow, was he serious? “Beg me, to let you cum.” He said once more clarifying your questions. “Mm please, please let me cum” you plead out to him. His breathing is becoming as heavy and hitched as your own, was he trying to cum with you? “Please Dameron, I wanna cum so bad” You moaned out once more. You could see his jaw clench he was breaking, his thrust were becoming sloppy and out of rhythm, he was just as close as you were. “Fuck, your pussy’s clenching on me so tight” you could feel the knot in your stomach grow. “agh, I don’t- Ah fuck I’m gonna cum.” You cry out to him “that’s it baby. Cum for me” Your legs fall and wrap around his waist, as you cum on his cock, your legs shake once again, as you run your hands through his hair, tugging on it slightly. You moans were like sympathy to his ears. Poe thrusted into you one last time cummimg, his cum filling you up. The two of you were breathless, chest rising and falling trying your best to catch your breath.

Poe leaned down and placed one soft kiss against your lips, It was more than just a kiss; it was a proclamation of love, a silent promise of everything they had ever dreamed of. Time stood still as you lost yourself in the intoxicating passion of each other's embrace, the moment etched into your minds. Pulling away not long after he looked into your eyes. . just for a moment, gathering his thoughts. A gentle smile played on your lips, a reflection of the tenderness in your heart. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light yet filled with a depth of emotion that words could never capture. The two of you didn't need to speak; the silence between you was enough. “I want nothing more than to be the reason you smile,” Poe said to you in a light whisper.

@allicat0 signing off

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the-pen-pot · 1 year ago

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(Bagginshield Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies fluff. 2,000 words. Read above on AO3 or click the read more ♥)

The Only Truth

Amidst the great Dwarven halls, with the strike of pick and hammer conducting the percussive beat of honest toil, music grew like weeds amidst freshly tilled soil. From their earliest days, crafting down in the dark, dwarves had lifted their voices in song, the caverns they carved into their mountainsides carrying the tunes from dawn until dusk. They sang, and the earth that cradled them sang back, sharing in their joys and sorrows.

To his shame, Bilbo had been surprised that the Company all played instruments. In his prejudice, he had failed to understand how a dwarf could be made rough and course by hard work, but still carry the grace in their fingers to play with any skill. They all soon proved him wrong. There was not a dwarf among them who did not seem to have a flute or pipe ferreted away in their pack, and they came out often, their tunes bright and cheery as they made their way over the land.

Yet it was only once they were back in Erebor that Bilbo realised that even their celebration of music had been whittled away by necessity. They had kept with them the instruments they could carry as they fled. Only now that the Lonely Mountain was slowly reclaiming its splendour did the Master Craftsmen turn their attentions to their heritage once more. Slowly, the voices of those dwarves hard at work and raised in song were joined by the tuneful dapple of strings and flutes and brass.

Still, to Bilbo, it felt as if one part of Erebor's great orchestral rebirth was missing. He knew, from stories told on the roads over Middle-earth, that Thorin, in his youth, had played the harp. Balin had confided in him, his eyes bright with recollection, how beautifully he had once played, before the dragon came and turned all he loved to ash. The instrument had been left behind amidst the embers of Thorin's old life: too big and unwieldy to be saved.

That was why he was here with Bofur, up in the wrecked remnants of the royal chambers, opening up old doorways and viewing the calamity confined within their walls.

'A right mess, this is,' Bofur murmured, his usual good humour eclipsed by the destruction. 'It'll take years to repair.'

'And Thorin has prioritised every other part of the mountain.' Bilbo sighed. He understood why he did it. Thorin's heart lay with his people. He did not care for the symbols of status that his grandfather had held in such high esteem. He would rather sleep on a rug before an open fire than live in luxury while his people went hungry.

Bofur grunted, and now, at last, there was a touch of a sparkle in his eye. 'He won't get a choice in the matter before long. For now, the dwarves arriving in Erebor are grateful for his humbleness, but soon they'll insist he climb back on his pedestal and stop getting his hands dirty. You'll have to soothe a lot of ruffled feathers.'

Bilbo cast a look in Bofur's direction, shaking his head before lifting his torch higher. 'That's why we're here, remember? To do something for Thorin, since he will not take the time to do it for himself.'

'First, we have to find the thrice-damned thing, assuming Smaug left any of it behind.'

That was a valid concern. Even here, after traversing the ruined, twisted staircase, made narrow and precipitous by Smaug's ruination, he could see signs of the dragon's invasion. Gouges scored the walls, disrupting the marble's exquisite sheen. Tapestries had been ripped from their moorings, their fine silks and gold thread hoarded amidst the mountain of treasure. Delicate glass windowpanes, worthless to the wyrm but expensive all the same, had been smashed in his wrath. What remained was a skeleton of grandeur, and one that would linger in its sad state for some time yet.

'Bilbo, here!' Bofur's voice was hushed, as if he had disturbed some poor soul's tomb.

Bilbo crept forward, lifting his lantern higher to let its light pour into the chamber he'd revealed. It was then, with a flash of grief, that he realised a body of a sort had found its rest here. The once graceful arch of a harp lay, its pillar broken and its soundboard cracked. Many of the strings had snapped or come loose from their pegs. It was a sad sight, but something in him rebelled, determined to find whatever small life might linger in the instrument's shattered frame.

'There must be something we can do.'

Bofur rubbed a finger up the bridge of his nose before adjusting his hat with his palm, his dark eyes black and thoughtful in the meagre light. 'I'm a toy-maker,' he pointed out. 'I don't think "we" is the word you're looking for, but...' He hunkered down, setting the lantern on the floor and sucking in a breath through his teeth. 'It's not rotten. That's a start. Looks like it was smashed against the wall. Key bits of the frame will have to be replaced, and that needs the right kind of wood and hands with the skill to fix it.'

'But it can be done?' He didn't mean to sound quite like that – achingly desperate – but the dwarf he loved carried a multitude of hurts. Not merely the physical ones, which had almost claimed his life, but ones upon his soul. This, Bilbo knew, was as much part of the healing as Oin's tinctures and constant nagging to rest and eat.

'Aye, I think so. It'll be a challenge, but I know more than one dwarf who lives for this sort of thing, and to do it for our King? They'll rise to the occasion.' Bofur gave Bilbo a look, full of the soft fondness of friendship. 'This was a grand idea, Bilbo. Leave it with me.'

It took time, as all such things did. True craftsmanship could not be rushed, and the broken body of Thorin's old harp was an invalid in need of delicate care. Bilbo dropped by often, nervous, at first, that Master Mothi would view his presence at an intrusion. However, the kind old dwarf, busily training an apprentice, was more than happy to talk about his craft as long as Bilbo kept his hands in his pockets.

'I remember when my master first built it,' he confided one day, as his gnarled hands stroked along the sound box, testing it for any small flaw that might break the harp's voice. 'The look on the face of the young prince as he played! I recall his only complaint was one he made to his mother, and that was a criticism of his grandfather's decorative taste.'

'How do you mean?'

'The old king had it carved and covered from crown to base in gold leaf. Delicate work. Challenging, too. It made the harp more fragile. The sound a touch less pure. My master was unhappy to do it, but we had our instructions.'

'No gold, this time,' Bilbo decided, feeling in his heart how Thorin would rather the wood's grain could shine through. He would wish the strings to sing with their truest voice, more admiring of the harp's function than its form.

'Perhaps an inlay, here?' Mothi stroked his palm down the front of the pillar. 'Something shallow, so as not to compromise its strength. I have a wonderful alloy: brass with a touch of mithril. It gives a wonderful sheen and need never be polished. Geometric, perhaps?'

Bilbo hid a smile before inclining his head. He had not wanted to say anything about the graceful lines of the harp, though he had noticed that there were some fundamental differences between the ones he had seen in Rivendell and this specimen. Even broken, he could tell Thorin's harp had a subtle angularity to its form, something sharper, where the elves favoured the sweeping curve.

'Will it be much longer?' he asked, eyeing the framework, which to him looked as good as whole, but as yet unstrung.

'Another week, maybe two.' Mothi gave him a knowing look. 'You cannot rush perfection.'

'And I would not wish you to. Thank you.'

He tried to set it from his mind, the secret slowly taking shape beneath Mothi's hands. During the day, when there was much to be done, he did a fair job. Yet it was in the evening, when he and Thorin retired to their shared chamber in the overseer's quarters that he felt the strange, amorphous absence of it. He observed how Thorin seemed to not know how to draw the boundary between work and rest. He carried his tension with him, his mind forever caught up in the needs of his kingdom without a moment of respite.

So it was that, the day the harp was ready, and stolen carefully into their chambers, Bilbo found himself alight with nervous anticipation. He hoped that this had been the right thing to do. He prayed that he was healing a wound in Thorin's being, rather than ripping off a scab to leave him bleeding anew.

'We need to finish treating with the merchant guild. They have their eye on the treasury, as always, but I will not allow them to –' Thorin's words stumbled to silence as he preceded Bilbo over the threshold. His next breath was an odd little hitch, as if his lungs had forgotten how to work, and Bilbo sank his teeth into his bottom lip, praying he had not made a grave mistake.

'This is...' Thorin swayed before stepping forward, reaching out with shaking fingertips to rest them against the harp's pillar like a healer checking for a pulse, reaching for the life that resided once more in the instrument's beautiful frame. The strings gleamed, waiting to be stirred into song, and Bilbo was almost sure he could hear them humming softly, like a cat purring in the presence of one who loved it. 'Where did you find this?'

'The Royal Wing.' Bilbo shifted forward. 'It had been broken and forgotten, but there was enough of it left to save.' He swallowed, thinking how those words were not for the harp alone. They could be said about the kingdom around them and the line that ruled it just as easily. 'Master Mothi remade it, keeping as much of the original as he could. I thought you deserved something out of all this that was yours alone.'

Thorin turned, sweeping Bilbo into his arms, his brow a warm press against Bilbo's own. It was an assertive embrace, as if Thorin were trying to press everything he could not put into words down into Bilbo's bones, and the kiss that followed it had Bilbo's toes curling against the flagstones.

'You like it, then?' he managed, delightfully breathless when Thorin reluctantly eased back, those rich blue eyes all softness and delight.

'More than almost anything, except for you,' Thorin promised, his voice low and resonant in a way that set love thrilling through Bilbo, spreading beneath his ribs to pool in the hollow of his belly.

'Will you play?' he asked, feeling as if it were some moment of truth. He had heard Thorin sing, his voice soft and deep, but this was another matter. He knew how talented those hands could be, and now he wanted to see them there, coaxing sound from an instrument that had been silent for far too long.

'It would be a crime not to, though I warn you, I am out of practice.'

Though Bilbo could well-believe the claim, he could hear no flaw in Thorin's playing. At first, perhaps, he was a touch hesitant, learning this old friend anew, but before long the music swelled around them, filling their chamber with its magic. It was not the ethereal, haunting melody of the elves, but something faster and deeper, the pitch of the harp more resonant: fitting for the booming mountain halls. It made Bilbo's heart race and quickened his blood. He let his eyes drift shut, the better to lose himself in the melody, and it was only when Thorin stopped that he opened them once more.

'That was beautiful,' he murmured, feeling a little drunk – transported to somewhere glorious by Thorin's playing.

'Would you like to learn?'

Bilbo's first thought was an instinctive refusal: the instrument too fine and his skill non-existent. Yet there was a gleam of something in Thorin's eye that made him think about how dwarves saw music – not as something to be performed for praise, but something to be shared with one another: the good and the bad. Skill was not as essential to them as the simple act of creation, and that was something he knew Thorin sought to share with Bilbo at every opportunity.

'I can't even read a stave,' he warned, reaching out to take Thorin's hand and allowing himself to be guided closer, to cradle the harp between his spread legs like a lover, and set hesitant fingers upon its strings.

'You don't need to. We rarely write down our songs. They are fluid things, learned and adapted, simplified and embellished.' Thorin stood behind him, bending to place his larger, broader hands over Bilbo's own. Warm, calloused fingers showed him how to move, teaching him where to pluck the strings and where to soothe them, leading him through it like he might lead a partner through a dance.

And so it was that, slowly, music raised its voice once more in the halls of the Lonely Mountain once more. The tune carried, bright and true, through the turn of the seasons until the melody of love at the kingdom's heart became a symphony of prosperity for the whole realm to enjoy.

For all the years to come.

#The Hobbit #Bagginshield #thorin x bilbo

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abbatoirablaze · 7 months ago

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Criminal Minds, Season 1, Episode 6

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: talks of guns, mentions of violence and death, slight angst.

Samantha Reid

“Square your hips...”

You looked over your shoulder to your instructor, “my hips are square, sir.”

“No. No, they aren’t. It’s supposed to be like this,” he said firmly. A shiver ran up your spine as he shifted behind you, placing his body against yours. You looked over your shoulder once more and were met with his stern brown eyes. His fingertips froze on your hips, your shirt rising just enough so that there was skin to skin contact. Your lips parted as you searched his eyes. They looked just as desperate as you were sure that your own eyes looked. When he gazed down at your lips, you found yourself wanting to lean into him, “Samantha...we can’t do this...I’m married.”

Your eyes flickered open.

You were breathing heavily.

But those last two words made your heart freeze.

‘I’m married.’

You shuddered, “wh-what?”

“We-we’re all but separated, but the papers haven’t been filed...I-“

“You’re married?”

He nodded, “y-you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to kiss you...for weeks now...but I-“

“You’re married!” you repeated once more, cutting him off while your heart plummeted to the pit of your stomach.

“I’m sorry!” he sighed, backing away from you. You felt like you were dropped from a rooftop as you gently put the gun on the pedestal and turned around, “I-I should have been honest from the start. But I never thought that it would get this far. I just-I thought that I would get over this schoolboy crush that I seem to have on you and that our flirtations would cease once you realized that I was just a teacher you had a crush on.”

“Do you plan on leaving her?”

He licked his lips, and put his hands on his hips before nodding, “we’ve talked about it. We’ve been growing apart since we got married...and well...I agreed to wait until she finishes a degree that she was working so she can get a job before we separate on paper.”

You swallowed and bit your lip, “if-if you do...what does that mean with this...”

“I don’t know,” he admitted honestly, “I-I’ve thought about it a lot. I’ve even talked it over with Hayley-“

“Your wife...”

He nodded, “she-she thinks that I should go for it...she’s encouraged it. Which is a weird thing to hear from someone that you’re married to, let me tell you.”

“What about you though?”

“I don’t know,” he answered softly, “Hayley-she’s the only woman I’ve ever been with. We’ve been together since high school. I married her straight out of college, and I-I don’t know...but what I do know is that I can’t get these feelings about you to go away...”

“So why don’t we see where they take us?”

“Hey...it’s okay, Spencer. You don’t need to carry,” you reminded your twin brother solemnly, “profilers aren’t required to carry.”

“Hotch carries two,” he groaned, “and everyone else on the team carries too. I’ll be the only one. I mean, even you carry and you’re a field agent too!”

“Spence...”

“Sammy...you don’t get it. It’s embarrassing.”

“You can always retest.”

“In two weeks,” he groaned, “but Hotch has already given me two sessions. And I can’t do the follow through, so my shots are all over the place.”

“Hey, knowing what’s wrong is half the problem. That means you know what to fix.”

“Easier said than done!” he groaned, walking off.

“Spence...”

“I’ve got to go!” he sighed, pushing himself away from the table, “we’re in the office today.”

“See you tonight?”

“If we don’t get a case.”

Vanessa Jareau

“My sister could help you out, you know.”

“Huh?”

“My younger sister,” JJ smiled, “she’s actually a tech analysist for another unit, but she also does some certification classes on the side with sidearms as well as the run through courses. She usually offers up her free time and plays the role of the unsub while the newer guys run the course. I’m sure she could help you out. She’s a great shot, and an even better teacher. Your sister’s run the course with her a few times. I’m sure she could introduce you two.”

Spencer shifted uncomfortably in his seat, “I-Hotch said he’d help me out with the retest.”

“Are you okay, Spence?”

“Yeah...yeah...I just-can we not talk so loud about it?” he asked sadly as he looked around, “Derek already gave me a whistle earlier. He was taunting me. And all this gun violence just feels like it’s in my face.”

“Spence...that’s just Derek. You know that he doesn’t mean anything by it.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

“Let me talk to Vanessa then?” she asked.

“No, I-I don’t want to ask for any more help than I already am.” He frowned, “I know that Sam probably was the one that got Hotch to help me out and offer up his services.”

“Your sister?”

“Yeah...she and Hotch hit it off from our first class together when he was an instructor,” he shrugged, “he was the one that helped her get early admittance as a probationary agent when she found the Quantico killers’ victims during our certifications.”

“Hmm...”

“What?”

“Nothing...nothing...” JJ shrugged, instantly trying to change the subject, “you know, if you didn’t want to work with Hotch, I’m sure Vanessa could free up some time.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to work with Hotch?” Spencer asked, his brow quirking as he looked at his colleague.

“No reason!” JJ shrugged, trying to steer away from the topic once again, “hey, you go with Clavin and Gideon to the hospital, I’ll stay with Elle, Morgan, and Hotch and we’ll try to piece things together here!”

“Okay...”

Samantha Reid

“Oh my god, Spence...wh-what happened to you?”

“Sammy, I’m fine. I-“

“How did you get hurt?” you asked nervously, “wha-“

“Hotch and Reid here were taken hostage by the unsub,” Derek acknowledged as he messed with Spencer’s hair, “While the guy took Hotch’s sidepiece he forgot about his ankle holster.”

“That still doesn’t explain how Spencer got hurt like this,” you growled, glaring between Derek and your big brother, “what happened? Did the unsub do this to you?”

“Hotch got the unsub to sympathize with him and we came up with a plan to shoot him,” he said nervously, “he uh-had to beat me up though.”

Your gaze fell to the team leader, and you felt the rage deep within you burning at an instant, “What?”

“Samantha,” Aaron said cautiously, knowing how you would react, “it was for a good rea-“

“Your office, Aaron. Now.”

A few of the team members looked between the two of you but said nothing. You were sure that the team was mostly just brushing it off as you being an overprotective sibling. But you noticed the look that JJ was giving you as you passed her. You reached Aaron’s office first, stepping through the door, you allowed him to pass you before you closed it.

“Samanth-“

“Close your blinds, Aaron.” You demanded. The two of you stared a tense look before he moved to the windows, closing the blinds. The second the rest of the team was out of sight, you rushed him, hitting him hard on the arm, “What the hell is wrong with you, Aaron?”

“It was necessary, Sa-“You hit him again in the arm, and this time his back hit the wall, “Will you stop hitting me?”

“If you did this because of some sick way to get back at me for-“

“I did it because it allowed both your brother and I to get out of the situation alive, Samantha. He was ready to kill us, and I had to think fast,” he said firmly, cutting you off, “despite what you might think I wouldn’t use Reid. Especially not as a way to get back at you for something that we mutually decided.”

“Our decision wasn’t mutual, Aaron...”

His eyes met yours and you felt the tears welling up in your own. He went to reach out to you, but you took a step back.

“Samantha...”

“Don’t touch me, Aaron...”

“I didn’t do it as a way to get back at you...I saw an opportunity with the unsub, and I took it. I knew that your brother would be fine if I took that route.”

You found yourself shaking, and you wrapped your arms around yourself as the first few tears slipped down your cheeks, “it was the only way?”

“It was the only way. Spencer said it himself. He’s fine,” he said solemnly. He took a few steps across the room until he was directly in front of you. Tenderly, he reached out and held you by both arms, “Samantha...I wouldn’t do anything like that to intentionally hurt you or your brother, especially because of our past. I-you know how I feel about you. Just because Hayley and I are married, th-that doesn’t change.”

“I don’t want to believe you...”

“Because if you don’t then it allows some small part of you to think that I don’t care as much as I do.”

You sniffled and wiped away the tears that had stained your cheeks, “I hate when you’re right, you know.”

“I hate that you think I’ve been playing with your feelings,” he admitted softly, “I-“

“Don’t, Aaron...just don’t.”

“She knows that I still want to be with you...”

You scoffed and shook your head, “Aar-“

“After the baby is born, we’re going to live in the same house...so I can help take care of him...but we’ve got a deal. She is going back to school to finish her degree. She should be finished right after he turns one...from there...”

“Aaron...don’t feed me any more false promises.”

“They aren’t,” he said quickly, “I’m serious, Samantha...once the baby turns one and she graduates, I’m going to leave the house to her. I want to be with you. And she’s fine with that.”

Your shaking was back, and you found the words that you wanted to say to him unable to pass through your lips. He sighed and pulled you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, “I don’t want to lose you, Samantha. I want to be with you.”

S1, E7

#criminal minds #fbi #bau #behavioral analysis unit #quantico #ssa derek morgan #derek morgan #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner

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toongrrl-blog · 1 year ago

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My Style Analysis: The Woma(e)n in Black (and White)

Okay we are going to go there. This kilt and color scheme and aesthetic has a lot of history as Devi joins her sisters in in prep and B&W and let's just say they'd all agree with Devi: being a woman in this society is a fucking trial.

Let's meet her sisters across space and time:

The #girlboss trying to start a group for women in tennis and fighting to get them to be taken seriously.

The Copy Chief who is dealing with her drunk ass boss, her relationship with another boss, the death and funeral of another boss, her colleague/friend coming on to her when he's high and in deep mourning, and catching him in a compromising position.

The long-suffering wife who sacrificed her career...and had to work in a department store all for the ego and whims of her King Baby (thank you Melanie Hamlett for this term) comes back to her old workplace to help them steal their own property and start a new agency.

The young former intern being assured by her boss/lover that nothing bad will happen to her and her life will go on like nothing happened...famous last words

The girlfriend of the BMOC who is ambivalent about her relationship with him and still mourning her friend's death and gets drunk at a high school party while dressed as the sex worker in Risky Business

The young girl who was disturbed by a robber claiming to be her father's childhood nanny and believed her almost, because the woman figured some things out and because the girl knows nothing about her father.

The high schooler who is aiding her friends in investigating a real cold case in their town and finding that her affections for the young man next to her are being reciprocated but not in the way she wants.

The Princess who is in the middle of a messy separation from her Prince (who will surely weaponize his affairs against her) and makes a statement by breaking protocol and wearing a body-hugging, cleavage-y, off the shoulder black dress with a dramatic sash at a public event and becoming a fashion icon.

Let's get back to Devi, with bullet points because everything is...

After a summer where she is ghosted by the boy she lost her virginity to...

She is prepared to kiss the ass of a totally male-identified woman who likely was whooping and hollering when she heard Roe V. Wade was struck down just so she can go to the traditionally patriarchal institution of Princeton (which started letting female undergrads in 1969, not 1869).

After buttering her up with her mixed up prints (likely a reflection of her moods) and modest neckline/hemline combination (her armor to avoid getting pierced by this society), she finds that boy (who she really loves) with another girl.

She and this girl get into it and we become witness to a sad fact: fabulous ass women fighting over some piece of man.

Keyes (the male-identified older woman) faints hearing this news that the student she put on a purity pedestal actually lost her virginity and named the details of the boy's family jewels and Devi gets blamed for the fainting

Joan? Peggy?

After being made to feel like, to quote our fabulous redhead "a helpless, stupid little girl" by her mother and the school principal and Keyes and piece of man, she runs to her therapist who actually gives her sage wisdom after Devi reveals that the ghosting made her feel like something is wrong with her, like she isn't enough for him (same here girl *crying and screaming*). Hence the conservative preppy look was armor not only to impress a sexually repressed woman, but also to protect her body after she bared it for him, it made sure to hide her pin-up (another woman Keyes looks down on) worthy curves.

Dr. Ryan tells her nothing is wrong that she is an extraordinary young woman with real beauty and to vent in a journal about this girl (which end up getting read by said girl and earns the label of "too much" from said piece of man). Maybe some rare wisdom is needed for Devi from Don Draper

Time to mentally give that boy (who will eventually man up and own his feelings to you again) a good kick in the pants like the soldier you are Devi, because you have joined a legion of women fighting for their lives and dignity under the patriarchy, after all:

"They shouldn't have given us uniforms if they didn't want an army." June Osborne, The Handmaid's Tale

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totaldramafan-lauri · 1 year ago

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OK, so.....u-um......this episode was......a lot! Obviously.......and.....

I-I'm gonna need some time and multiple rewatches to sort out all my feelings, so.....m-my extended thoughts will come later, cuz I'm busy with Splatfest.....

b-but.....my first impression was.....complicated.

I-I'm just a mess of conflicting emotions right now......I really really REALLY enjoyed myself.....b-but.....personal feelings got in the way at the same time, so I can't speak objectively right now.

Fizz isn't who I thought he was. This is something I have to come to terms with. He's been my favorite character ever since Ozzie's, and I'd been waiting so long to see him again, and learn more about him, and.....I-I certainly did.......

This is what happens when you put someone on a pedestal.....You build an image of what they are in your mind, and worship only that side of them, which.....leads to.....expectations that are too....high....

I'm happy I learned more about Fizz and what he's been through. But his personality didn't live up to the Fizz I had in my head since Ozzie's - over a year ago. I-I'll get into this in my extended thoughts, but....y-yeah.....I'm gonna need time to absorb this new information. I-I'm certain that he's still my favorite character, and that much will stay the same. I adore the guy. But....th-the exact way I feel about him......I-I'm not so sure.....

It's.....different now. And that's fine.

But, getting past those personal feelings......this is probably THE best written episode of the series so far.

I-it was all moving so fast, yet it was paced so well.....It kept the story moving, yet made sure to GUT PUNCH us with emotion on the way. That backstory scene was probably the closest I'd ever come to crying while watching Helluva.....that scene was short, yet it explained SO much about Blitzo and why he h-hates himself and- Th-the way his voice was- I-it was so hard to listen to.....

And the ending is probably the best episode ending we've had so far, showing that Blitzo IS able to fix his mistakes.....

I also loved so, so many more things than I can list here...T-trust me, I'll get there.....XD I-it was just a very climactic episode, simply put....and it makes me VERY excited for the show's future.

I can't make a call on if this is my favorite episode yet (again, I REALLY REALLY FLIPPING LOVE OZZIE'S, and also Exes and Ohs - but I think this is better than Truth Seekers which is already a high bar), but it's definitely a wow episode. And....I understand if it's other peoples' new favorite.

I-I just.....have some stuff to sort out first.....b-before I can say anything....

The only real problems I have are: 1. Stolas suddenly being outta the hospital with no mention that he was ever there, and 2. The song is the worst of season 2 so far, which PAINS me to say as a Fizz fan (I really wanted something cool from him.....b-but then again, I guess "House Of Asmodeus" was more Ozzie than him, so....a-again, I shot myself in the foot with high expectations)

S-sometimes, things don't go as you expected.....b-but you get something you love out of it anyway. Monster's University taught me that.....

#helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #also: viv was the head writer on this episode #not any of the other writers #this is one of HER episodes #god if i hear anyone say shes a bad writer one more time-

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moemoemammon · 3 years ago

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Following that "least favorite" request could we get their reactions to being to told that they're their favorite, but to not tell the other brothers so their feelings don't get hurt? Maybe because they relate to them the most or just get along really well. Thanks!

You're My Favorite! But Don't Tell the Others-

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Lucifer

There are no words to explain the overwhelming satisfaction ion Lucifer’s face after you tell him that. Of course, it’s only natural that he would be your favorite, all things considered.

The Avatar of Pride won’t ever forget this moment. He carefully considers your words and agrees not to tell anyone, as much as he’d love to bring it up, because he knows more than anyone what kind of chaos would ensue should the others (especially Mammon) find out.

But they can tell something’s up when the eldest has been heard humming all day. He moves about the house with even more grace than usual, and hasn’t scowled even once.

But the REAL shocker was when Mammon tried hiding a bill right as Lucifer walked in... and the eldest let him off with a warning. A WARNING! The brothers thought the Devildom must’ve frozen over, but you and he knew different.

“MC, I would like you to accompany me to Le Pluvier this afternoon, once you've finished your studies. I've already made reservations, so be sure to get ready on time. I've made sure to consider the things you might like to eat, so I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. Don't be late." "...I'm grinning? I don't know what you're talking about."

Mammon

The gigantic grin on Mammon’s face is so bright, it could rival the sun. You’ve seriously made his day. No, his year. Actually, he’s pretty sure he could ride this high for the next millennia! There’s nothing in this world that could dampen his spirits right now!

He feels like he just won big at the casino! Of course he’s your favorite! He WAS your first demon, and now he’s gone and claimed his rightful spot as your number one! Good luck trying to keep him from saying anything. Mammon’s gonna throw it around in everyone’s faces for as long as he can milk it.

And you thought he was clingy before, just wait till you see how he treats you after hearing that. Despite always calling you his ‘servant’ or his ‘human’, you’d think your roles were reversed. Mammon spoils you every chance he gets, buying you clothes and trinkets, filling the spaces in your room with the things he knows you like, monopolizing you completely until nearly everything you own is a gift from him.

Your words also help soothe that jealousy of his a little. Only a little, though. It’s easier to watch you talk to other demons when he knows he’ll always be your first man.

“Didja really have to stay after class that long? I know you were talkin' to that demon that lent you a book, but you outta ask ME for stuff! Tch... you're lucky I'm in a good mood today! But I guess I don't have to worry about some low level demon like that, seein' as I'm your favorite!"

Levi

Wait wait wait....Come again? Did you seriously just say what he think you said..? That had to be a mistake! Some kind of...uh..verbal typo! Because there’s absolutely, positively, NO WAY in all of the nine layers that he could be your favorite demon. And yet you still insist that you’re telling the truth, and Levi feels like he’s died and gone to heaven.

Red faced and stammering up a storm, Levi looks like he might die. Is it really okay for a shut-in otaku to feel this giddy? Seriously, he hasn’t felt like this since he got his hands on a signed copy of a Ruri Hana audio drama! No no, this definitely beats that!

You’ve managed to inflate his nearly nonexistent ego, and now he feels like there’s nothing he can’t do! Maybe he could even go to Majolish right now?? THAT’S how good he’s feeling!

Almost as bad as Mammon in keeping it a secret. He doesn’t tell anyone right away, but they’re suspicious when they notice how much time he’s spending out of his room. And then when he and Mammon get in another petty argument, he drops the bomb that he’s your favorite demon in the entire Devildom, and you can guess how things go from there.

“Uuuoooo...!!!!! I've decided..! Since I've got a serious stat buff, I'm going to open a booth at the next convention coming up..! I'll sell my Ruri-chan fan art and spread her influence all over the Devildom! I'd never have the guts to do it normally, but I feel like I could do anything right now! Y-you'll go too, won't you MC?"

Satan

You nearly made this man spit tea all over his book, and now he’s coughing and spluttering and trying to figure out what could’ve prompted what he’s taking as a confession. You.. do realize what you’re saying, don’t you? And you know the kind of effect your words have on him?

Satan isn’t the type that wears his heart on his sleeve, so you have to look for his subtle expressions to tell how he’s feeling. But there’s nothing subtle about the redness of his ears and how he’s begging you not to look at him right now. For the sake of his sanity, give him a minute to recoup.

When he does recover, he agrees to keep it a secret for obvious reasons. And it’s hard to tell that he’s in a good mood, other than the fact that he hasn’t tried to pull any pranks on Lucifer lately. But Asmo sees all, and literally hounds him into spilling the tea.

He tells him a lie of course, but now the other brothers are noticing just how happy he is. Satan's smiling way too much today, isn't he? And he didn't even get mad when Beel got whipped cream on his jacket! Well, not THAT mad, anyway.

"Haaah... everyone's been harassing me all day, claiming I'm smiling a lot. I'm sure I look the same as I always do, but I'll admit that I've been happy ever since you told me that this morning. Wait.. you did think I've been grinning too, do you? I have??"

Asmo

Asmo always jokes about being your favorite and announces it as if the two of you are married, but when you actually confirm that his longing for you isn’t one sided, he ends up smearing lip balm across his cheek in shock. Did you... really say that just now? He knew it all along, but hearing it like that is just...!

Ooooh, he’s so happy he can hardly contain himself! Asmo throws his arms around you, peppering your face in kisses until you feel sticky from lip balm, wipes your face clean, then marks it up all over again. Good luck getting rid of him, because he might never let go.

Immediately posts it to Devilgram. Did you really think he’d let such a momentous occasion go unannounced? You must not have been paying attention to the kind of person he is! Asmo would put you on a pedestal in front of the world like a precious jewel if he were able, but this’ll have to do. He won’t hide his love at all!

Of course, the others don’t take too kindly to it, not that he cares. He never leaves your side, pampers you like crazy, and has even attempted to get you to move into his room. Lucifer put an immediate stop to that, though. Boo...

“I just can't get enough of you, MC! Just being near you gets me so excited that I can hardly stand it! You'll take responsibility for what you're doing to me, won't you? And in exchange, I'll take my time showing you just how much I love you. After all, you're my favorite, too!"

Beel

Beel never has a problem with choking while he eats, and it comes as naturally as breathing. Unfortunately neither of that applies right now, since you just made him choke on a meatball sub.

He usually takes your words with quiet acceptance, but this might be the most emotion you've ever witness from the stoic demon. His eyes are wider than that time that laid on an entire gingerbread mansion, sparkling up with such deep emotion you wouldn't be surprised if he cried. Instead he softens up and immediately embraces you.

...And doesn't let go. Sandwich long forgotten, he's been carrying you around all day, and ignoring any questions or protests from his brothers. Also insists on feeding you throughout the day. The food tastes better when he can enjoy it with you, so why not just bring you everywhere?

When he isn't carrying you, he's following you around subconsciously, either close up against you like a protective wall, or just far enough that you're within his line of sight. As far as not telling anyone, he... tells Belphie immediately. It was an accident though, since there's not much he keeps from his twin.

"MC, I won a meal ticket for Godevil Chocolatier. Let's get something for dessert today. Ah, you can get as much as you want, too. I really want to see what things you choose. They might become my favorites."

Belphie

There's nothing in this world that can wake Belphegor from his sleep, unless he allows it. No loud noises, no amount of shaking or smacking, and not even dragging him around the house. But the moment you whisper that he's your favorite demon, the Avatar of Sloth is wide awake.

Hey, you're not just saying weird things to get a reaction, are you? Because if so, this is a new level of cruel. Yet you confirm that you mean it and swear him into secrecy, and Belphie tries his best not to show how happy he is. A smile keeps creeping up on his face that he struggles to force down. It's annoying...

As funny as it’d be to tell everyone the news, he's good at keeping secrets. Instead, you've noticed that he's been sleeping a little less that before. When he does take one of his hundreds of naps, he finds some way to be closer to you. He's even been seen sleepwalking to your exact location somehow-

It's hard for him to believe that you're not teasing, though. How could HE be your favorite demon here? Belphie doesn't do anything special to win you over, yet after everything he put you through, you like him enough to deep him your favorite?

"You're weird, MC. I mean... me? I won't deny that I'm really happy though, but I guess I'm in disbelief. You should spoil me even more until I believe you. Lend me your lap for a few hours, okay?" "...I wonder what Lucifer would think if I told him, heheh."

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eclairia-monarch · 3 years ago

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Power Couple with the ‘It Girl’ HC [Ushijima]

a/n: honestly, I do think Waka-chan will be an interesting partner, wouldn’t you agree?

warning: none

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✨model students power couple✨

literally a king and queen

NotLikeThis emote every teacher and students in school put you two on a pedestal because you two are exemplary in your own ways

that pressure wasn’t very pleasant, but you two endured it together

Ushijima is the star student that was selected to be an under 19 representative for Japan for the Youth World Championship and his studies are within the top 0.5%

but he has a stoic face and intimidating face

you are the student council’s president and was the lead star of Shiratorizawa, crème de la crème

but you have a stoic face too

no one would expect the two of you to be a couple since neither one of you showed even an ounce of hint towards having romantic feelings

both of you had been in the same class since middle school so you two knew of each other and even back then, Ushijima and yourself were outstanding students

your home room teacher joked that they wouldn't be surprised if one day you two end up dating each other because you two would always be selected as representatives of some sort

teachers think that way?? (◕︿◕✿)? even a smart cookie such as yourself was a little confused at such a thought process

fast-forward to the end of your first year in high school, with the help of your best friend, you were able to internalized and process the tinge of sourness whenever you saw a girl got too touchy with Ushijima

or the sudden wave of heat that was sent through your body when you two accidentally brushed past

not one to dilly-dally, you decided to just confess your feelings to the volleyball loving idiot. if he didn't like you back, so be it, because then you can just move on

surprise, surprise (no sarcasm) he actually liked you a lot too

he just didn't know how to approach it, says he

so he would purposely visit the places you would most likely appear just to catch a glimpse of how angelic you look because seeing you doing well is all he needed to know to make his day better

Ushijima you oblivious flirt ( 〃ω〃)

teachers adore you two so much. we all know teachers are secretly shipping their students, but you will forever remain their favourite because it is so unexpected

very lowkey about PDA in the beginning, aside from holding hands, but you two just love it that way. his hands are hUGE and wraps around yours perfectly

but when you two do show PDA…

*cameras 📷 out and ready*

the whole school finds it so adorable that their power couple is so fluffy now

when they spot you near each other's vicinity, they would stare and wait. wait until you two cross path and witness the way Ushijima stopped you to remind you to take good care, witness the way you reached to his hair and gave it a loving pat

and witness the tiny redness on the tip of you two’s ears as you two continue your day

listen, sweet [y/n], as the school council's most vital member, your time is eaten up by a lot of matters, trivial or not (ﾉσ‸σ)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

you don't often had the luxury to watch his games live since you were the secretary/vice-president/president in each respective year of your high school career and thus could only show support to him via objects

gifting him a towel that has his name embroidered by you, or some home cooked lunch you made for his matches

he didn't mind if you came or not, because he understands how important of a figure you are in Shiratorizawa (heck he even answers to you for certain matters) and is needed in school even after school hours

plus, if he needs your presence to win, then what kind of powerhouse is Shiratorizawa? He wants to show you that he is reliable regardless, so he can protect you in every situation

{´◕ ◡ ◕｀} what a protective simp but protective Ushijima will always flutter not only you, but the people around you

but just because he is your significant other, doesn’t mean he is exempted from your lectures when it came to school rules

remember how he let Kageyama and Hinata entered Shiratorizawa without the proper process?

lmao who the fuck is darling, dear, or honey?

It was only “Ushijima Wakatoshi, please come to the student council office right now”

you had never seen Ushijima looked so unsure of himself when he sat in front of your desk

“I heard you let two students from Karasuno enter our campus without the proper procedures…”

Ushijima shifted in his seat as he tried to maintain eye contact with you. he was thankful you sent everyone out

“It was an oversight on my part. I am very sorry, my dear,” he said, and it was at that second, Ushijima unlocked the ability “puppy eyes”

Ushijima made sure to buy you a nice bouquet of your favourite flowers, and pamper you because he didn’t want you to be disappointed in him, and because you deserve the queen treatment, ofc

just like Oikawa (lmao) he makes sure to let the interviewers know of you and how you are always there to give him that additional push. man over here has cheesy things to say, i tell ya

“I also have my lovely significant other that supports my career-”

*he points to you in the crowd*

Ushijima.exe is processing...

“[y/n] is here?” he asked incredulously

why did he point at you as if ke knew? lmao wtf, you volleyball idiot

his ‘y/n’ radar is on 24/7 it seems

yes, if you have the luxury to actually show up, you quietly watch your boyfriend and absorb every single play he did, never informing him about you being in the crowd until the end of the game

the crowd makes sure you get the best view of the entire match

he loves it when you do that, makes for a pleasant after-game surprise

over time, you two are more comfortable with PDA

Ushijima will take the initiative to have his arms around you and kisses you on your cheeks or forehead when he sees you off to your meetings before heading off to the gym himself

you two often have lunch together with the volleyball team, so the cafeteria is always packed because now everyone wants to watch the power couple live and breathe like a movie

overall, your status as a power couple came from having a solid reputation that kept on growing when you two got together

it's honestly scary just how much power you two hold

but of course, only true friends will see who has the most power over the other in your relationship

#ushijima #wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi #hq ushiwaka #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanon #power couple #ushijima x reader #shiratorizawa #ushijima headcanons #haikyuu anime #haikyuu x reader #romance headcanons

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a-pretty-nerd · 3 years ago

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Choose Me

Chapter 2

Viktor x afab!fem!reader

Summary: Months after your fateful encounter in the hextech lab, you work hard to keep your growing relationship a secret. Tensions rise as Viktor receives some unpleasant news.

Chapter 1

Warnings: This chapter is pretty tame. Your dad's a bag of dicks in this btw. I WanNa Be A COWBOY BaBEy- There's cursing and a lot of tension and anxiety. No smut this chapter, sorry guys.

Your father quickly noticed your absence. You were growing more and more distant. Independent. Floating further and further away from him. The fear of no longer being able to possess you grew in the pit of his stomach. The memory of your mother's voice fanning his rage.

Your father placed you on such a high pedestal in hopes you would never wish for anything lower. In hopes you would be happy there and not ask for anything more. But your father was a foolish man who did not care to understand the feelings of others. He was the perfect politician. His large, hulking figure sauntered down the elegant hallway. The rough man always looked so out of place. Perhaps he would be more comfortable in the country side, where he hailed from. A well made cowboy hat covered his beedy eyes as he pondered.

His detailed, brown, and clean cowboy boots stalled outside that familiar door. They swiftly turned to face it. He paused, and his pondering continued loudly outside the busy room. Even now he could hear the loud sound of drilling, soldering, and cutting metal. A pair of tiny toes softly tapped down the hall. Your father's attention caught, he turned his head to see nothing. He adjusted his view down to the floor where Professor Heimerdinger stood, a book in hand. The small councilor paused before looking up. His eyes crinkled up at him as he smiled politely.

"Ah! Mr. Y/L/N!" He greeted.

"Professor." Your father nodded his hat politely.

"You're awfully far from your office, my boy!" The old professor greeted your father with the same cadence he greeted all his past students. Your father loathed the small orange being. His chipper voice grating at his nerves. "What brings you to these parts?" Heimerdinger closed the book in his hand and held it out in front of him, his little fingers gripping at it's sides. He eyed the little man.

"I have an appointment." Was all he said, practically slurring my words.

"An appointment? With whom might I ask?" As the words left his mouth, the door swung open. Viktor's eyes meeting your father's. He greeted him with a nervous smile as he nodded his head in respect.

"Mr. Y/L/N, please, come in." He hobbled back as he pulled the door open and stepped aside to make room for him. The two men entered the lab. Your father's eyes scanning across the space with a judgemental gaze. He sniffed loudly as his large hands found the absurdly large belt buckle he branded. His arms rested, his thumb tucked into his belt before him. "Forgive me, but, may I inquire as to the nature of your visit, sir?" Viktor asked awkwardly. He was simply informed of your father's timed visit that morning. His heart leaped into his throat and he began to shake when Jayce mentioned it.

"I've come to see the progress on that uh- that mining thing of yours." He spoke with a huff as he turned back to Viktor. "Being in the industry myself, I am interested in it's ability to help our good men in the ground." A wave of relief washed over Viktor. He was not there to kill him. Perhaps he was unaware of your relationship. Perhaps, he still thought the two of you were simply friends. Viktor hoped so as he began showing your father his work.

"Don't patronize me, boy." Your father's voice barked a little too harshly when Viktor began over explaining certain mechanics. The color in his face draining as he stared back at the intimidating man. "I was something of a scientist myself when I was your age." He spoke. He said it like it was a secret, but in truth he was a notorious scientist in Piltover. He made a name for himself, his love for money and power outwaying his love for science. The choice was easy for him when the time came to choose between a career in politics or science.

"Y-Yes, of course. Anyways," Viktor continued. His presentation felt rushed and yet painstakingly long at the same time. When he finished, your father nodded his head. His eyes dancing across your lover's handy work before they abruptly shot up to look at the man himself.

"You do fine work, son. You remind me of myself, when I was your age." He spoke down to him like he was child.. Your father's large hand firmly wrapped around Viktor's shoulder. Viktor's eyes looked at his hand as it firmly squeezed. He proceeded to lean in, close. Closer than Viktor was comfortable with. He swallowed. "What do you say we set aside our differences, work something out here?"

"Differences?" Viktor scoffed as he tore himself from the older man's tight grasp. "It is not as simple as you make it out to be, Mr. Y/L/N. Your quarrel with hextech is one thing, but your blatant disregard for your own people is another." Viktor hobbled his way over to his desk so he could lean against it and rest a moment. His health worsening by the day.

"That's a shame, son. I'm sorry to hear that." Your father sighed, slowly stepping forward to stand beside Viktor. "It's my understanding that your partner, Jayce is more a man of buisness. Perhaps I should bring my offer to him." Viktor's heavy brow tightened over his eyes.

"Do what you will, but make no mistake, I will never work for a man like you." Your father gave a low chuckle as he turned to meet his gaze.

"We'll see about that, son." He turned and stepped into into the center of the lab, pulling a cigar from his blazer pocket. He brought it to his lips as the loud clack of his heavy golden lighter filled the room. He puffed on the cigar a few times till thick smoke billowed around his head. "One more thing." Viktor turned over his shoulder to watch him. Their eyes met, each pair burning with rage and hatred for the other. "Stay away from my daughter." He said firmly. Viktor's heart skipped a beat. He knew. He knew. He knew!

Without another word he closed the door behind him as he left the room. Viktor's expression fell from anger to fear. His eyes fluttering until he looked down at his feet. He sat down in his chair and leaned against his brace. Heimerdinger watched him, slowly approaching.

"Viktor? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Viktor dismissed him.

"You know, I admire your passion, Viktor." The tired man looked up to meet the professor's eyes. "But perhaps it isn't wise to allow it to keep us from playing nice with others." Viktor sighed and turned back to his desk.

"Is there something I can help you with, professor?"

"Is it true? What I hear around the campus?" Heimerdinger's voice changed in tone. Now it was firm in concern. Like a parent asking their child to fess up to something they already knew had happened.

"Is what true?" He ran his hands across his face in an attempt to ease pressure, but was unsuccessful.

"The rumors I hear, You and Y/N. Are they true?" Heimerdinger watched as Viktor swiftly spun in his seat to look at him. Concern and confusion written all over his pale face.

"Rumors? What rumors?" Viktor's accent seemed to deepen as he spoke. Heimerdinger shook his head, his hair bouncing slightly as his brows raised.

"You haven't heard?"

"Professor, with all do respect, tell me what you are getting at!"

The soft sound of your shoes hitting the smooth cement of the stairs echoed against the entrance of the building. In your hand you carried a paper bag filled with gifts of edible delights you created. You wore the kind smile you always wore. As tired and rehearsed as it was, it was your livelihood. As you entered, familiar eyes shot up to look at you. Security by the door and the secretary at the desk. Her old glasses dropped down her nose as she looked you up and down.

"Afternoon, Wednesday!" You smiled at the aging woman who adjusted her frames. She gave you a knowing smile. As if you had shared a cheeky secret with her.

"Afternoon, Ms. Y/L/N." She spoke in her harsh smoker's voice.

"Are Jayce and Viktor in? I had the free time, I thought I might bring them some late lunch." You often made that excuse to visit. Wednesday looked you up and down as she smiled. Her eyes meeting yours in a way that made you blush uncomfortably. You weren't wearing anything risqué. You weren't acting strange. What was her deal?

"Jayce stepped out for a meeting." She informed you as she sat back in her seat.

"Alright, well, I'll just be a moment." You smiled back with a firm tight smile. You passed by her and made your way to the lab. The encounter confusing you and making you feel dirty.

You reached the lab, sneaking in as sparks flew violently across the room. Viktor hunched over his desk, goggles and gloves protecting him from his dangerous work. You placed the bag on a clean counter top close to the door and waited to bring over the contense as Viktor stopped to pull his goggles over his head. His tired eyes flying from his work to you as you dropped a wrapped sandwich on his desk.

"Oh, t-thank you." He acknowledged you before turning back to his work. Satisfied, he tossed his gloves aside in favor of unwrapping the gift you'd given.

"How goes it?" You asked as you chewed on your own treat. Your eyes dancing over your lover's work.

"Fine." Was all he said as he ate. You ate together in silence for a moment. Tension building slightly as your mind ran wild.

"Was it just me, or is Wesnesday acting weird today?" Viktor shook his head and shrugged. His eyes bouncing awkwardly from you to his sandwich in hand. "Viktor?"

"Hm?" He was avoiding your gaze.

"Do you know something I don't?" Viktor dropped his shoulders in defeat. He swallowed his last bite before crumbling and discarding the trash. "You do, don't you!" He sighed loudly, letting his head drop as a hand came up to support his forehead as it shook. "Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing, really." He tried to spare you the grief.

"Viktor," you said in a firm tone you rarely used with him. Only at times when you needed his full attention. Like a trained dog his eyes shot up to look at you. "What's going on?" He looked back down and took a moment before finally finding the right words.

"It seems rumors of our affair have been circulating around the campus." Your heart sank. You tried your best to keep your relationship a secret. To protect each other from such a scandal. You were so careful. Hiding your meetings in the dead of night, sneaking out of your room to visit Viktor in the lab or in his room. Your body went limp as you leaned against his desk. "Heimerdinger informed me this morning. He asked me if it was true. If we-"

"What did you tell him?" You interrupted. Viktor's eyes flashed over your features before looking away again.

"I told him they were just rumors. Assured him our relationship was merely a friendly one." His voice laced with frustration. You sighed. "That's not all." Your head snapped to attention. "I had a visit from your father as well." Your stomach turned. You swallowed the lump in your throat. Viktor looked up at you, the bags under his eyes growing deeper by the day.

"Are you alright?" Was your first question as your hand came down gently to his shoulder. He relaxed at the kind gesture. He always fell into your touch. He nodded his head as he looked up at you.

"It appears he wants to cut a deal with hextech to aid him in his, buisness." Viktor spat in disgust. Your confusion grew as you attempted to put the pieces of your fragile situation together. "He came to look at our work and make a deal. Oh, and to intimidate me." He huffed.

"Fuck." You muttered under your breath. Your hand slipped from his shoulder. "Do you think he knows?" Viktor shrugged.

"If the professor had heard of the rumor, it's not a reach." A wave of nausea fell over you. It had you sliding down till you sat on the floor. Your hands coming up to cover your face. Viktor's expression softened as a hand gently started to pet your head.

"Gods, what am I gonna do! I can't just avoid him! We have that stupid fucking charity ball this weekend!" You propped your elbows on your knees as you threw your head back against the desk. You looked up at Viktor who's chest heaved gently. "I'm sorry." He cocked his brow.

"For what?" He mumbled.

"For getting you roped into all this. I never meant to stress you out more than you already are." Viktor shook his head.

"No, no, you have nothing to be sorry for. This is not your fault." Your brow tightened in concern as you looked up at him. His hand gliding down your cheek to caress your chin. You leaned into his gentle affection and closed your eyes.

"I wish I could run away with you and live happily ever after." You mused. You looked up to watch him chuckle as if it were a joke. Your smile slowly faded. You guess it was a childish thing to want, but it didn't mean you didn't crave it any less. "Shall I see you tonight?" You asked him with wide, hopefull eyes. Viktor's smile faded.

"Not tonight, my dear. I'm sorry." You nodded and sighed.

"It's alright. I understand. Then perhaps I could pester you for a kiss before I leave?" He smiled sweetly and nodded. You climbed onto your knees and sat between his legs. Your hands planted on his thighs as you reached up. His lips were cold and soft. His kisses filled your lungs with desire. Always igniting something deep within you that longed for more of him. The kiss was broken as he winced in pain. You pulled back and looked down. You pulled yourself from him abruptly. You had put too much weight on his bad leg. "I'm so sorry!" You shouted innocently.

"It's alright." He smiled as you gently rubbed his leg in hopes it would help the pain subside. "You better get home before your father comes looking for you." His thumb softly grazing over your cheek. You nodded and shared a quick, chased kiss before you stood and made your way out the door. You paused before closing it, looking back to smile at him and saying goodbye.

Seconds after the door shut, Viktor's moment of peace was interrupted by a violent coughing fit. Blood splashing into his hand as he hunched over. He felt faint, his head reeling in pain as he struggled to clean himself up and go on with his work.

#viktor x reader #viktor x reader smut #viktot arcane #viktor smut #viktor

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 3 years ago

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Twisted Love

(Loki x reader)

-Part 2-

Warnings: Language, anxiety, anxiety coping pinching, forced marriage, I think that's it?

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Part 1. Part 3

You'd never get used to these dresses as long as you lived you were sure. "Adessa isnt this a bit..." you smoothed down the silky emerald fabric over your hips, "too much?"

"Nonsense" she shook her head, "This is the latest fashion and all the ladies there will be just as extravagant, well I should say almost as extravagant, no one is going to outshine you" she seemed so sure.

"Theres no need to flatter me so heavily...I know asguardian women are basically all goddesses of beauty...I just hope I will look alright for Lokis sake.." you mumbled the last part, figiding with your hands. The contents of the letter floating back into your mind. You were certain there were spies around, the queen had basically admitted as such, so there was alot riding on tonight...you couldn't afford any mistakes. You would be sitting next to Loki right? Perhaps this was a good chance to appear closer. Although what the hell youd even speak about was beyond you. A couple weeks ago your top talking points were what sponges are the best for cleaning marble floors and the best ways to mend a dress tear.

"My lady!" Her sudden outburst startled you, "W-what?!" She looked angry.

"You cannot say such horrible things about yourself! You are a princess, you must have confidence in yourself!"

"Besides.." she moved around you and turned you to face the mirror, "youd have to be a blind old fool to not see the goddess before you.."

"Perhaps I should have wed you instead..." you half joked but her burst of laughter finally broke you out of your bad mood.

"Well if things don't work out with his highness...." she shrugged.

"You think we could make it work?" You mused letting her help you down from the dressing pedestal

"Oh certainly, I've always had a thing for Valheimian women" she winked but you realized by the mischievous look in her eyes she wasn't joking.

Oh Asgard must be more accepting than Valheim. What a truly remarkable place. How ironic that youd actually considered saving up and making the move to Asgard once peace was formed. Never would you have imagined it would be like this though.

"Alright, you're ready my lady, remember the signal, two barks" she bowed with a chuckle and made her exit also informing you the prince would be there shortly to escort you.

Alright y/n, you can do this... you've been to numerous parties before...ok maybe not as a guest but still. You faced the mirror with courage, you're a princess now...you have to act like it...

maybe I will bark....

"Shall we?" You spun in surprise not even aware the door had opened. Your husband stood, pressed up in fine asguardian leather, not a hair out of place.

Gods why was he more beautiful than you...

You nodded quickly not wanting to anger him by stalling. He held out his arm which you hesitantly took. No matter how natural you told yourself youd try to act around him, you couldn't help but tense and feel awkward.

The silence was killing you, you hoped he would say something, anything, just to break the suffocating quiet as your heels clicked against the marble hallway.

With a shaky breath you decided to speak, "I-I heard that some warriors are returning..." ok not the worst thing you couldve said...not the best either...

You kept your eyes glued ahead, if he had an annoyed expression, you didn't want to know..

There was a couple seconds of silence which made you wish you had just stayed quiet but surprisingly he spoke, "Warriors returning from Valheim, yes.."

"Valheim?" You were a little surprised at the mention of your former home.

"Now that the war is over, it's only natural wed retract our warriors.."

You only hummed in agreement not really wanting to say much else.

Luckily the walk was short and now your focus was on the large golden columns before you. You could hear loud boisterous voices and sweet music echoing.

Unintentionally your arm tensed nervously and you cursed when you felt Lokis gaze shift.

"Drunken soldiers and nobles trying to please Odin will make up most of tonight's crowd.....so" he paused, "So you needn't be worried, the attention shall not be on you..."

Taken aback it took you a moment to realize he was trying to comfort you. You nodded shakily and let him lead you through the entry way.

To your surprise he was right. The hall was bustling with laughter and mirth and no one seemed to pay much attention to your entrance. Long tables draped in golden fabrics sat under silver platters of all the fanciest foods you as a servant never got the chance to eat.

"Ah there you two are! Come join us!" Thor bellowed from his spot between his friends, a jug of some alcoholic beverage you were sure sloshing in his hand.

"I see your drunk already brother..." Loki said tiredly before taking a seat beside him and motioning you to the one beside him.

"Sister! Welcome!" You smiled in greeting, "Thor, you're looking well" you offered him a smile.

"And you look beautiful! How my weasley brother ever ended up with a woman like you I'll never Mmmm! Mmmmm.m!" An aura of green surrounded thor's head and he suddenly looked to be in distress, his lips sealed by an unforeseen force.

"Loki enough!" The queen voiced sternly from across the table.

Loki?

You watched in amazement as Loki sighed but waved his hand which seemed to release thor from the mystery force. It hit you then and you couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "You can do magic!" Loki seemed surprised at your sudden outburst, a drastic contrast from your normally shy demeanor.

He nodded a bit confused, "You didn't know?"

You shook your head.

His brows furrowed and you suddenly felt you made a mistake.

"They didn't tell you?" Frigga chimed in curiously.

"Um, n-not really" you avoided her gaze hoping that someone would change the subject.

"If they didnt tell you about what's probably the most interesting thing about Loki, what exactly did they tell you" thor looked genuinely curious.

Great all the attention on me...

"Well...to be honest...nothing.." you decided to be honest because you didn't truly know anything about him save that hes a prince, but instantly regretted it at their somehow uneasy faces. Shit, all I seemed to be doing these days was regretting speaking.

You let out a nervous laugh and desperately thought of something to add to ease the situation but luckily Odin made his appearance and all attention was on him.

You sighed and remained silent for the rest of the meal. Why is it that everytime you spoke, you could never say the right thing...

After everyone had eaten, the true festivities began. Apparently asgard had endless riches because everything seemed to be a grand affair here.

You had been following Loki as he made his rounds greeting several important officials. You stayed quiet most of the time, thankfully Loki was perfect at small polite conversation. If only he were that friendly with you...

Exhaustion began to creep in after about 20 conversations with different people. You weren't used to this..all this socialization and attention was overwhelming.. no one ever noticed you as a maid, infact they avoided you at all costs but now... you noticed people discreetly trying to sneak peaks at lokis new bride.

It was suffocating...

Thankfully Thor and his friends came over and grabbed Loki for some kind of drinking game leaving you to fend for yourself. As soon as you realized you were standing alone in a crowd you sped walked towards the nearest exit.

A small balcony away from the party served as the perfect place to gather your wits.

Deep breathes y/n, it's alright, the party will be over soon...you can do this... you pinched the soft skin on your arm until the wave of panic receded. You thought you had gotten rid of that habit but everything was so stressful all the time and you needed ways to cope.

What a joke all of this was. Loki was promised a bright, sociable princess, and instead got a maid with extreme sensitivity to everything it seems.

The cool night breeze washed over you like a soothing blanket. You looked down the balcony, at the tiny lanterns lit for the occasion. And counted them as a distraction.

It was only minutes later unfortunately that Adessa found you and said there was something for you to see.

Confused but slightly curious you followed as she led you through the crowds towards the middle where the queen mother stood and beside her-

No..

Surely the gods were not this cruel..

Whatever you'd done to offend them must have been unforgivable..

This couldn't possibly be happening...

But way you froze and felt ice encase your being was not imagined.

"Oh there you are dear, look who your parents have sent you!" The queen grasped your shoulders and faced you to the man.

"My lady" the man bowed with a smile that didnt reach his wicked eyes.

Perhaps in a past life you were a cold hearted killer and this was your punishment....

Because there was no other explanation as to why, Mathis, the personal hound for the king and queen, was before you, bowing and looking at you as if he was honored to be by your side once more. No, this couldn't be real, surely life couldn't be this cruel, the cold hearted beast before you could not be here.

"Won't it be nice to have your personal guard by your side again?"

Bile rose to your throat.

A cruel punishment indeed.

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yoooespinosa · 4 years ago

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could you please write a draco x reader fic, where the reader is hopelessly in love with draco, and she's not afraid to show it. but draco doesn't feel the same. and draco being draco, he rejects the reader with no remorse. then when the reader finally comes to the realization that she deserves better, she started seeing new people (not necessarily dating, but more like talking), then that's when draco feels a bit jealous now that the reader isn't all over him anymore. the rest is up to you, love! just something really angsty, you could end it in any way you'd like.

also, sidenote. you're an amazing writer and i love you!!

a/n: Thank you for your request! ily <3

To say you had a crush on Draco Malfoy, was an understatement.

You couldn't help it, you couldn't just stop the feelings you developed every time he came around.

When he walked into the room it was butterflies breaking out of their cage, palms growing sweaty and your heart racing so fast you were scared you'd be able to see its indentions.

It was scary at first, to have such feelings at only thirteen years old. So you did your best to ignore them. You did your best to stay out of his way.

That only worked for so long.

When you are friends with Draco and the people that surround him, it becomes very hard to stay out of his path.

So it was only inevitable that your crush on him would become so much more. Especially as the years went on.

He hadn't made it much easier. Sometimes you felt as if, maybe, he returned your feelings. How could you think otherwise? With the way he walked with you to class, carried your books at times and spent time with you. Just you. Alone.

How could you not fall in love with him.

With all that simmering in you, you finally let it out. You made your affections obvious, not afraid to show Draco how you felt for him. You had thought it was welcomed. You thought that the feelings would be returned.

It seemed as though he could only tolerate you for so long. Yes, that was the right word for it, the only thing he had for you was toleration.

Your shoes sounded on the stone under you, on your way to the Slytherin common room. You had just got out of detention with professor Snape. You suppose it was well deserved, you had seen Draco almost put the wrong ingredient in his potion, so you being you had wandered to his table and helped him, much to Snapes dismay.

Whispering the password, you made your way through the dim passage. Chattering of people from all years and faint laughter was heard all around.

You spotted your friends right away, seated by the green flamed fireplace, as usual.

"She just can't take a hint." You heard Draco grumble, you paused your steps, you didn't mean to eavesdrop but it seemed as if your feet had a mind of its own.

"Wait," Blaise closes the book he had in his hold. "who are we talking about again?"

Pansy sighs, seeming they had been on the topic for some time. "We're talking about y/n."

Your brows furrow. Going back to the first thing you heard Draco say, she just can't take a hint, what was that supposed to mean. What hint?

"Why can't you just tell her how you feel?" Theo adds, his voice is laced with annoyance, maybe this isn't the first time they've talked about this.

"I thought how I felt would be obvious enough, without having to say anything." He huffs.

"Well," Theo sighs. "apparently not."

You were becoming anxious. What were they talking about and what exactly was Draco feeling? There was streak of hope in you, maybe he'd confess right here that he felt the same.

"What do you suggest I say then, oh-wise-one?" Draco asks teasingly.

"Easy, just say exactly what you tell us." He clears his throat dramatically, adopting a mock version of his voice, "Y/n, you have to be one of the most annoying girls, I have ever had the dissatisfaction of meeting. Please, oh please take the hint and leave me alone because these attempts at getting at me are getting more pathetic each time." He finishes with a clumsy curtsy.

The other Slytherins try to stifle their laughs.

You hadn't even noticed the gasp that escaped your throat until four heads turned to your direction.

"Y/n, I didn't kn-" You cut of Theo's words and apologetic stare.

"Is that true?" You ask Draco, your voice low, laced with hurt. Your nose was stinging and your bottom lip hung heavy, but you refused to cry in front of them. You wouldn't give them another weakness to laugh about.

Draco managed to keep his face blank, no emotions shining through. He shrugged, "Pretty much summed it up."

You almost flinched. He didn't even care about the hurt those words brought you.

You left without a look back. Leaving behind your friends call of your name. They weren't the ones you wanted an apology from. They had known how much you felt for him and didn't even bother telling you that it was definitely not mutual. They even laughed, like it was a joke, like your heart was a comedic topic.

The cold air hit your face, freezing against the tear stain tracks. You sat on a lone stone bench in the court yard, letting those tears make a home on your cheeks.

It wasn't obvious--his dislike to you. If it was, you would have gave up long ago. But a part of you felt that there was hope and you had chased after that.

Why couldn't he have just told you when you first let your affections known, it seemed that he had encouraged it back then, with lingering touches and soft smiles.

Looking back now, you notice that those advantages had slowly disappeared. You had been too caught up in his silky hair, those gray eyes filled with mirth and mischief, his angular face with high bones that no one could compare to, that you hadn't notice everything was unrequited.

A sick part of you even felt honored to have your heart broken in the hold of his beautiful hands, the part that saw him do no wrong.

Maybe that was the first problem, you put him on a pedestal, so high up you weren't able to see anything negative of him. You weren't able to see his cruel reality of his feelings towards you.

And he didn't even seem sorry. He didn't even look bothered by the damage of his words.

You were so nice and considerate to him. You would support him at every quidditch game, cheer the loudest even when he lost. You bought him presents for every one of his birthdays and even Christmas, each one sentimental and thoughtful. You had comforted him when he got those letters, that he despised, from his father. You had voiced encouragements when he showed a little tell sign of his insecurities. You had been there for him.

And he treats you like this, like you can be so easily dismissed. You didn't deserve that, you didn't deserve to be called pathetic for having normal feelings and then being laughed at for it.

The longer you sat on that cold bench, the angrier you got. A bitter feeling growing in your stomach, melting away those knots.

You wasted all this time and effort on some guy who didn't even deserve it, some guy who didn't appreciate you. It wasn't fair.

"Hey, you okay?" A familiar voice sounded through your revelations.

You looked up and met green eyes framed with circular glasses.

"Yeah. I was just thinking." You mumbled, the bitter taste was stuck on your tongue, you wanted rid of it.

"Mind if I sit and think with you?" Harry asked, he was nervously scratching the back of his neck, smiling warmly at you.

You offered him a smile, welcoming his genuineness. "Go ahead."

He sat there with you for hours. Surrounded by the sound of wind. It was nice and comfortable. The bitter feeling leaving you completely. You were content now, even if you could still feel the ache in your arms from holding onto Draco for so long.

Weeks had passed. Weeks of no signs of you. The first week Draco hadn't been worried, a little curious, but that was all. The longer it went on though, he became a little more than curious. Not because he cared, cause he didn't, just that if something happened to you, it would be his fault. His rejection was the reason you ran off like a fool to who knows where.

Which is the only reason he went looking for you. He already got a lot of shit from the others, he didn't need more problems stacking up.

He checked all of your favorite places. Starting with that tree down by the black lake that you enjoyed to lean on and watch the sun go down, the sunset wasn't near so he should've known you would not have been there.

He then went to the gardens, there was a bench there that was next to a small pond. It was filled with odd creatures and was home to your favorite flowers, lotus's. You weren't there either.

Lastly, he went to a certain abandoned hall. You had to be there. You went there to be alone with your thoughts, you had taken him with you there a few times. There was a big window there with a thick ledge, streams of sunlight beamed through and tiny rainbows would reflect on the opposite wall due to the cracks on said window.

He heard you before he saw you. A soft laugh reverberating through the empty hall, a laugh he had always found annoying. Hearing it now though, just made him want to get closer to you.

So he did, walking with light footsteps. He froze, you were not alone. Sitting there in the space he once accompanied, was Harry fucking Potter. What kind of sick joke was this?

Why were you sitting with him? And does that mean you just laughed at something he said?

Your laugh sounded through again, once piercing now melodic. It was a bitter feeling, Potter shouldn't have the honor of dragging that sound out of you, he shouldn't even witness it.

Draco left the hall before either of you saw him, he needed to get himself in check.

More weeks passed. Weeks of you hanging out with Potter. You were doing things with him that you had done with Draco.

It was on purpose, you had to be doing it on purpose. You were simply trying to make him jealous and it was annoyingly working.

But how could you be doing that when you didn't even look back to see a reaction.

Draco didn't know what to think. He didn't even know what to feel, or more like let himself feel. Something had changed in the weeks you were away from him.

A revelation of sorts. He missed you. Missed what you would do for him. He regretted what he said and what he never had the chance to say. Because maybe deep down those feelings had been returned, but he was just too stubborn to show.

And now he's seeing you realizing that you deserve more than blurred lines and assumptions. And he's realizing maybe Potter is that more that you deserve.

Draco doesn't like that one bit, he can't even stomach the thought. So he promises to himself that he will do everything in his power to win you back. Even if that means saying that he was sorry and admitting that he was in the wrong, something he's never had to do before.

But if that makes you his again and gets you away from Potter, then its worth it.

Part 2

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acciojaeyun · 3 years ago

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venus among the stars | fred weasley

pairing: fred weasley x gn!reader warnings: none, just fluff and babie freddie prompt: "you awfully know me so much for someone who doesn't talk to me," "that doesn't mean i don't observe you,"

a/n: i just realised after i wrote this that james phelps (fred weasley) is really an astronomer! this is coincidental and not really planned. i just can't help but associate sleeping at last's venus with fred. :>

summary: fred had been at the astronomy tower for some time now. he loved looking at the stars and planets, little did he know, he was already venus in somebody's eyes.

"Where are you heading off, Freddie?" George asked as he watched Fred stand up while messily putting all of his quills and parchment away. "The tower, I could pretty much use a breather right now. Umbridge's a pain in the arse." Fred muttered, not minding to listen to whatever George had to say in response - he was too clouded in his mind to do so, anyway.

Fred had been on the receiving end of the stress that was inherent to being a seventh year. He knew George had it too, but he was in awe of how he can easily manage it as if it were something not too much of a deal.

At some point, he envied how George seemed like he got everything sorted out. He had to give him the appreciation for that. Hey, George was always the one who assessed most of their pranks; from that, it wasn't new knowledge to Fred if George wasn't that stressed out over life in general.

That is why he had been in the Astronomy Tower more than usual. Looking at the constellations each night, reminiscing his second year in Hogwarts and how he was trying to memorise the name of constellations at the back of his head - something he took pride in himself, he was fascinated with Astronomy, that loud boy. He found calm within the stars and the planets.; and the occurrence of Umbridge made him find a significant purpose other than peace: sanity. That was why Fred had been in the Astronomy Tower regularly.

Little did he know or maybe not, someone was observing him for some quite time now. All along, Fred knew he was alone. The student lurking seated at the last step of the Astronomy Tower proved otherwise. Y/N had seen Fred one time in the Astronomy Tower one night they had been later than their usual time in visiting the tower.

To Y/N, Fred was beauty. They couldn't deny it. The night of the Yule Ball they had seen Fred in its wool vest and black coat with his hair falling perfectly as if it were like dominoes, he had never left Y/N's mind.

Now, Y/N had dedicated constellations to Fred more often than not. He had been something that had given them hope. His smiles and laughs had become Y/N's source of happiness as well; and as the year progressed and the arrival of Umbridge had manifested in Hogwarts, they couldn't help but notice the light in Fred's eyes diminish increasingly.

They had been debating over themselves about it for some quite time now. They had always been wanting to approach Fred, but they were too scared to do so. They had placed Fred in a pedestal, unwillingly, at that. But they couldn't help it, he was ethereal. A figure of magic and love rolled into one.

Tonight was one of those times. They had seen Fred in the Great Hall, writing in dinner tonight; which was very unusual of him. When Fred had gotten up to go to the Astronomy Tower - they presume - they had waited out a bit before following him in his tracks.

Which leads to tonight, with Y/N seated on the last steps of the stairs. They were looking at Fred's face lost in thought, arms leaning on the rails of the tower, moonlight illuminating the crevices of his face.

Y/N felt the unexplainable pull towards Fred. But even though they had been experiencing that for quite some time, they couldn't find any strength in them to actually approach them. He was too high, the Fred Weasley. And who were they? Y/N Y/L/N. To them, it was such a laughable concept.

"How long have you been here?" Fred asked as he towered over the seated figure, making Y/N choke on air and stand up rather messily. "Oh – about that, uh – I have been here for just like – like now?" they reasoned, hands instantly shaking and sweating up out of embarrassment and butterflies.

Fred looked at them and licked his lips. "Oh, were you going to the Tower?"

"I mean, I am technically at the Tower, anyway, so..." they trailed off, internally slapping themselves for such a response.

The ginger boy chuckled, "Oh, sorry. You're right. I'm leaving already, anyway. The tower is yours."

"Right," they answered quickly, earning yet another mental slap.

Fred smiled and excused himself, Y/N trying their best not to turn around to follow his trail.

"Oh, and," they heard Fred call after them.

Y/N turned their body towards the direction of his voice, they had terrible eyesight especially when it's dark. And it's not helping the situation as Fred was already at the bottom of the stairs.

"You are welcome to join me anytime." he smiled and turned away from Y/N's dumbfounded figure.

The stiff fellow then shook their head whilst smiling to themselves. They now went to replace Fred's then place, smiling at the clumps of stars at the pitch black sky.

Days passed and Y/N had been trying to catch Fred in the Astronomy Tower, but they had not been met with the familiar figure of the ginger-haired twin.

"Waiting for someone?"

Just as when Y/N almost gave up in trying to catch Fred, there goes the Weasley leaning at the frame just a few meters away from the staircase. "Yeah," Y/N smiled, "I was waiting for him for three days, actually."

Fred frowned, guilt consuming him instantly. "I'm sorry, I got caught up with my studies."

"Oh, don't be sorry. I was just kidding, Fred."

He let out a faux exhale, "I thought you were serious, Y/N."

"You know my name?"

The boy furrowed their eyebrows. "Should I not?"

"No, no. It's that we just - you don't talk to me that much..." they trailed off.

"Ah," Fred pushed himself from the doorframe, walking towards the side of Y/N who has been watching his every step. "We may not talk that much, but that doesn't mean I haven't noticed you."

Y/N looked bewildered, making Fred smile more. "I – uh, may I ask when, and how?"

"We've been going here for weeks now, Y/N."

"Yeah, and –"

"You like the moon, correct?"

"Yes?"

"Your favourite moon is Callisto."

"You awfully know me so much for someone who doesn't talk to me." Y/N chuckled. "That doesn't mean I don't observe you," Fred countered, meeting Y/N's curious eyes that he had been wanting to look into forever – much more often than the stars at the sky.

Y/N took a huge leap of faith, scooting closer towards Fred, leaning their head on his shoulder albeit strugglingly. "If I hadn't liked you for a long time, I would've been running off the staircase now." Y/N kid, as Fred laughed in response.

"I saw you here last week, actually," Fred started. "I wanted to look at the stars that night because they seem so serene, you know?"

Y/N hummed. "They're silent beauty."

"Just like yours," Fred whispered. "I never knew I'd find you in the midst of those beautiful constellations, Y/N."

As Fred was met with silence as a response, he took that opportunity to continue with what he's been dying to say since the moment he saw them. He leaned his head on top of Y/N's, "You found me, Y/N."

"What do you mean, Fred?"

"You pulled me into focus." he whispered back, as serenity found its way in Fred's whole being.

Maybe the year wasn't going to be so bad. Fred, being the lad who always had perfected executions of the things he found fascinating, had found Venus when he was experimenting with his calculations. An astronomer at best, Fred had found his whole universe, Y/N; who was beautiful as endless.

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theepisceswriter · 4 years ago

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Jealous AOT men (Levi, Porco, Zeke, Eren, Erwin)

A/N: Shout out to the bestie in my inbox that requested this and I’m sorry for taking forever to finally do it, but I hope you enjoy !

Synopsis: Do y’all fr need one? Basically just AOT men getting jealous in situations and how they handle it

TW: none really apply, GN!reader, fighting (kinda) for Porco cause he’s about that life like that, violence for Levi because he’s an angry short man, and mean douchebag rich boy Eren content

LEVI

If there’s one thing Levi doesn’t tolerate when it comes to his partner it’s disrespect. He holds you on such a high pedestal and at a status that no one else can touch for loving him the way that you do, so for someone to disrespect the relationship you two have or you in general with some catcalling remark is like the greatest offense to him.

It doesn’t even have to be anything too serious. It can be something stupid like “I bet you’re hitting that fine piece of meat every night” and he’d have them on the ground in seconds with a knife pressed against their throat demanding that they apologize to you immediately.

“I recommend you apologize to them right now formally and watch what you say around me from now on or I’ll cut your tongue from your mouth with this very blade.”

Yeah, he doesn’t play when it comes to you at all. He has to set an example to let everybody know what to expect if they try either of you again because you would do the same too if the situation was reserved.

He lets the perpetrator go with no bruises besides the ones he got from Levi’s manhandling, probably per your request, and what do the two of you do afterwards? You just go on about your day like nothing even happened, like Levi wasn’t ready to cut someone’s tongue out over you in road daylight. It’s a norm for your relationship honestly because the two of you are both crazy.

PORCO

Aggressive! Aggressive! Aggressive! Porco is not afraid to get aggressive when it comes to other people trying to flirt with you and risk that possibility of fighting with them.

Especially when it comes to the creepy kind that don’t know how to respect your boundaries or get the hint that you don’t want to be messed with after turning them down numerous times. He was already on edge just seeing them come up to you and flash you that smile like they were genuinely charming or something, but once he saw them place their hands on your forearm and you brush it away with a scowl, he was lit up with anger!

There was no warning given to them to hurry up and go away before he gets mad or him coming up to you and wrapping a protective arm around your waist; he came running over and before you even knew he was making his way to where you were, he was throwing a punch dead smack in the middle of the perpetrator’s face.

“Don’t you know no means fucking no!?” “How dare you put your hands on my boyfriend/girlfriend!?” Told y’all he was really with the shits like that.

But because he doesn’t want to cause too much of a scene or get arrested or banned from wherever the two of you were at, that one punch (which is a really fucking hard punch that definitely going to have some impact on them whether it’s a bruise or some wooziness) is all he does before he’s yanking them by their collar and removing them out of the place his damn self. Did he overreact just a little? No! Because they touched you without your consent even after you expressed you didn’t want them to.

He’s a gentleman immediately after dealing with them and is by your side in an instant giving you a quick checkup with his eyes genuinely concerned for your well-being.

“Are you all right, babe?” “I hope your iight isn’t ruined but if you don’t want to be out anymore we can totally go home.” “They didn’t hurt you did they? Because I don’t mind going back out there to find them if they did.” So attentive and gentle with you. The complete opposite of what he was only minutes ago.

ZEKE

It takes a lot to make Zeke jealous in a relationship because just the fact that he’s in a relationship with you is enough to make him feel secure in his place as your significant other. People can flirt with you and steal glances all they want because he honestly doesn’t care that much. It actually makes him feel smug and proud knowing that others are thirsting over HIS significant other like that, but can’t act on any of their thoughts because you’re his.

But....let the two of you be freshly broken up, or on a “break”, and he catches you out and about in public with some other jawn then it’s a whole other story. Now he’s feeling some type of way since he no longer has that guaranteed security from your relationship anymore. He’s hurt, but he’s not going to show that too much. Instead, he’s going to be smug and cocky with the way he approaches you two.

“So this is my replacement? He’s not even the great value version of me. You could do a hell of a lot better than someone like him and you know it, y/n.” God, he’s such a menace to society that deserves to be locked up. He wouldn’t stop at after the insults you send his way calling him pathetic and embarrassing nor at your request for him to leave. Matter of fact, he’s going to pull up a chair at your table just to sit there and mess with your poor date and eventually after backhanded compliment after not so backhanded insults, they get up a storm away.

“Are you really going to date someone who can’t take a little bit of heat from someone like me out of all people? Didn’t even have any worry remarks to come back at me with like I did for him. How sad.” He still just keeps going on and on even after the poor guy leaves, comparing himself to him and talking about how he’s so much better in not so subtle ways.

So much for getting hoes when you have an ex like Zeke, but you do like the fact that he’s trying so hard to get you back even if he won’t explicitly say it out loud; his actions speak everything

EREN

Eren is such a douche bag he really is. Especially modern day rich boy Eren.

Let him catch someone trying to flirt with you while he’s in close proximity of you and watch him cause a whole scene at the country club or whatever rich place the two of you are at.

“Who the hell do you think you are flirting with my boyfriend/girlfriend? You can’t even compare to me so I don’t know what thought in your head made you think you can enough for you to try and get at what’s mine, but you better get rid of it right now. I can buy like three of you if I wanted to right now and it wouldn’t even put a dent in my bank account. You really think they’d go for somebody like you?” He’s such a meanie when it comes to you, he really is.

The poor perpetrator doesn’t even bother to fight for his name or pursue an argument with Eren because he knows it’ll get him nowhere but embarrassed even further, so he goes running off with blush on his cheeks from embarrassment because everyone within like 50 feet surely heard the scene that Eren just put on.

You’re just as embarrassed as the poor boy who was flirting with you, nagging at Eren about how he did entirely too much and how he should go apologize to him, but he just looks over at you with a smug smile and replies, “I gotta set an example for other people babe so they know not to mess with what’s mine.”

Best believe he’s going to be showing an overwhelming amount of PDA the rest of your outing and even go the extra mile to do something like rest his hand on your bottom or make out with you without warning.

ERWIN

This man is so powerful and holds so much authority in other people, even those who hardly even know him, that he doesn’t even have to do much when he catches someone trying to flirt with you while he’s on the other side of the room at some company event.

Like Zeke, it’s extremely difficult to make Erwin jealous because he knows you like the back of his hand and knows if a flirty interaction is happening with someone who isn’t him then it’s completely one sided and you’re just keeping yourself in the conversation because you’re a nice person like that. So, he’ll continue on with his conversation while you continue on with yours, but every now and then he’ll peak out of the corner of his eyes in your direction to make sure you’re okay.

It’s when he notices you getting uncomfortable and the other person getting a little too comfortable that he decides to step in; excusing himself from his conversation like the gentleman he is and coming over to you. You wouldn’t even know that he was there until you felt a broad hand on your waist pulling you into a chiseled chest that you’re aware of his presence.

“Can I help you with something?”

When I tell you his voice goes deeper than normal when he switches to an authoritative mode and it’s the most attractive thing ever that has you feeling butterflies in your stomach and the person who was trying to flirt with you shook to their core.

They don’t even answer his question or even look him directly in the eyes because the energy he excludes is just such big dick energy and from the way he came up and pressed you against him with no hesitation already let them know that you were his without either of you having to say it.

You stayed glued to his side for the rest of the night, one of his arms always wither wrapped around your waist or dangling over your torso holding you close.

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bbangsoonie · 4 years ago

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goal: your heart

member: sunwoo genre: fluff word count: 5,423 synopsis: due to a budget cut, you have to follow the soccer team around for both the school newspaper and yearbook despite knowing nothing about sports. before you know it, you find yourself warming up to the team’s star player, who you swore was the most annoying and arrogant person ever.

a/n: this is a part of the star player collab with @atbzkingdom for sunwoo’s birthday! (also, this will be written with the american academic calander in mind)

You knew exactly what you were doing. You were the top student of both your class and school and the leader of many clubs. Your college application was full of achievements and your essay exquisitely written. The only problem? You had no idea what to do after graduation. You didn’t know where you wanted to go or what you wanted to study.

Growing up, everyone told you that you’d eventually find something you love. By senior year, you thought you would at least have an idea by now.

But nope, you were even more lost if anything. Dream job? That was just a capitalistic lie meant to make people happy to slave away for money.

Grumbling, you listened as your friends rambled on about the campuses they visited. It was only the first day back and everyone was already obsessing over one thing and one thing only.

“Y/n, you’re so lucky,” Juyeon pouted. “You don’t have to worry about getting into a university. Your stats are literally perfect.”

“I have other things to stress over,” you groaned. “At least you know what you wanna pursue.”

“Y/n has other things to worry about. She’s about to graduate without ever finding love,” Younghoon teased.

“It’s all our fault,” Jaehyun squinted as he pinched his nose bridge. “We raised her standards too high. I’m sorry, Y/n, that I can’t take responsibility.”

The notebook in your hand threatened to fly over to his seat. Luckily for him, he was saved by Juyeon’s very unnatural attempt at changing the subject. He inquired about the school newspaper that was barely spared in a major budget cut last year.

Thinking about it made you sigh. You had poured in so much effort over the years for the paper and it was almost taken from you. The school was cutting funds for a lot of clubs and diverting the money to the many sports teams that brought home trophies.

A part of the negotiations to save the newspaper club was to feature more sports events and student athletes in order to garner support for the teams. You weren’t pleased with the decision. Your plate was already full without trying to inflate the ego of players who had a god superiority complex. Jaehyun was a great example of the type of jock you didn’t want to raise on a high pedestal.

You had also promised Kevin, the president of the yearbook committee, to help out with photographing games since you had to attend them anyway. Despite the many tasks assigned to you, you were relieved that you could spend your last year continuing to write articles.

“Does that mean you’ll get to come to practice with us? The basketball team is always on my ass about introducing them to you. Now I can finally stop being pestered to be the middleman,” Jaehyun grinned.

“No shot,” Younghoon shook his head. “My swim team has already tried but Y/n puts up a cold front.”

“Hey, I’m a delicately guarded rose with sharp thorns,” you joked, making Jaehyun pretend to gag. This time, the notebook hit his arm.

“No one is good enough for our Y/n,” Juyeon defended. You turned around to coo at him and said something about him being the only nice one as Younghoon guffawed.

The first day of soccer practice meant you had to stay behind after dismissal to meet the team. The coach introduced you to the players and beamed when he got to the last one.

“This is our ace, Sunwoo. Although I’m sure you know that already,” he said proudly.

To be honest, you had no idea who he was. The school was too big to know everyone and you had absolutely no interest in sports. You rarely even went to Juyeon and Jaehyun’s basketball games and Younghoon’s swim meets.

Not wanting to offend anyone, you simply smiled. Sunwoo, catching your hesitance, raised a brow. However, he kept quiet until he approached you during one of his breaks.

“Do you really not know me?” he asked as he took a seat next to you on the bleachers.

Surprised by his sudden question, you blankly stared at the boy in front of you. Sweat was dripping from his hair but he paid it no attention as he chugged an entire water bottle.

“How cocky are you?” you scoffed.

“You really don’t know our soccer team’s star player, Kim Sunwoo?” he gaped.

“Sorry to disappoint but I really don’t care or know much about soccer. Or any other sports for that matter,” you shrugged.

“You’re going to write about the soccer team… when you don’t even know who we are or what we’re doing?” he asked incredulously.

“That’s why I’m here to observe,” you snapped back.

Finding you amusing, he finally wiped away his sweat as the coach blew his whistle to gather the players again.

Sunwoo always gave it his best but for some reason he found himself practicing extra hard that day. Knowing your eyes were on him motivated him to show off his skills by annoying his teammates and stealing the spotlight. After his third goal in a row, he looked at you to see your reaction but was baffled to see you busy writing something down.

Frustrated and peeved, he kicked at the grass with a huff.

When practice came to an end, he snuck up behind you to see what you were so intently focused on. Reading the notes on your notebook, he hummed.

“So that’s what you were doing instead of watching me,” he mused.

You were listing physical traits and personality attributes of each player. He scanned the paper for his name and frowned when he saw what you wrote about him.

“Arrogant and conceited? That’s all you have to say about me?” he whined.

“What? It’s true,” you deadpanned.

“Haknyeon gets “tall, bubbly, and extroverted” but I get “arrogant and conceited”? That’s not fair. This is biased journalism!” he exclaimed.

Realizing that practice was over, you gathered your belongings and stood up to leave. With his cheeks puffed, he watched as you left the field. You were unlike any person he had ever encountered.

“Sunwoo? Kim Sunwoo?” Younghoon repeated with his eyes wide. “The soccer caption Kim Sunwoo?”

Jaehyun and Juyeon’s chopsticks froze midair in shock. Finding their reactions odd, you nodded as you took another bite of your lunch.

“I can’t believe the lady killer got rejected by the man hater,” Jaehyun broke out into a fit of laughter.

“Now that’s a title I’d like to see on the school newspaper,” Younghoon snickered.

“Okay, first of all, I did not reject him because he did not come on to me,” you rolled your eyes. “Secondly, who the hell is he anyway? Why do you all know him?”

“He’s notorious for his fuckboy image. Although I think that’s an exaggerated reputation,” Juyeon said you picked out all the vegetables from your plate. He willingly moved them to his own and you smiled gratefully in response.

“So my first impression of him was correct,” you said.

“He’s not that bad. He’s actually pretty cool. Rumors don’t do the sweet guy justice,” Juyeon explained.

“Our lovely Juyeon sees the good in everyone,” Younghoon gushed as he pet his friend, earning him a smack on the back of his head.

“We were partners for a history project,” Juyeon clarified. “I got to know him a bit and he’s a good guy. Just enjoys attention a little too much. Like Jaehyun.”

Weirdly offended, Jaehyun scowled. You shrugged it off, returning your attention back to your food. You had no intentions of getting to know Sunwoo anyway. At least, that was the plan until he bombarded you in the hallway while you were walking to class.

He blocked your path with that irritating smirk on his face. Exasperated, you asked him what he wanted.

“So I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday,” he started.

“Oh, so you do think?”

“Hey!”

“Do you think you can move and get out of my way?”

“Anyway, as the president of the newspaper club who’s in charge of covering the soccer team, I think you lack way too much information about the sport. And our school’s players.”

“How do you know I’m the president?”

“I asked around.”

You look at his eyes, trying to peer through any ulterior motives. He was being suspiciously generous. But he wasn’t entirely wrong. Even you thought it was ridiculous that a person who didn’t know a thing about soccer had to write articles about it.

You were also aware that any interviews with the athletes would be surface level stuff that all the students probably already knew. You were the only one out of the loop.

You pursed your lips, annoyed that he was right. Realizing that you were in agreeance, Sunwoo grinned.

“I am offering you the very special privilege to follow me around and learn everything there is to know about the team. For the paper of course,” he quickly added the last part after seeing the look on your face. “I can teach you about both soccer and my teammates.”

After pondering his proposal, you finally nodded.

“Deal,” you eyed his happy expression. “What do you want in return?”

He was taken aback by your question. He hadn’t expected you to assume that he would demand compensation. Your presence and attention were what he was after in the first place. However, he couldn’t let the opportunity pass by.

“Bubble tea,” he declared after some thought. “You can treat me to bubble tea after practice and I can tutor you then.”

“Fine,” you sighed before pushing him aside to make it to class before the bell rang. He was left behind with a stupid smile on his face.

The first tutoring session was extremely awkward for you. You weren’t used to hanging out with guys other than Juyeon, Younghoon, and Jaehyun. They were the only members of the male species you didn’t despise. This riled up Sunwoo’s competitive side. He was determined to get close to you.

He couldn’t stand having someone not like him. He was used to being on friendly terms with everyone—including teachers and even wallflowers. He had a strong desire to receive acknowledgement from everyone.

Perhaps that was why so many girls fell for him.

Nevertheless, the wall around you remained thick and high. Just as he was well known for his playboy persona, you were infamous for never letting guys in. You cold heartedly turned down any and every guy who asked you out. And there had been a lot.

Sunwoo, on the other hand, was excited to spend time with you. Bubble tea was just an excuse to meet you outside of school grounds.

His phone dinged, notifying him of a text. Haknyeon had sent him a screenshot of a post made on the school’s gossip page and wrote “this you?”. He snorted at the content speculating his relationship status after supposedly receiving another confession and rolled his eyes. Curious, you asked him what he was looking at.

“Ah, it’s nothing,” he shook his head as he put the device away. “Just the stupid tea account.”

“Oh you mean that anonymously run social media page that popped up over summer break?” you frowned.

You hated everything about it. It spread rumors, without fact-checking, and started drama. It resulted in both a breakup and the end of a friendship in the span of two months. It was exactly what you and the school newspaper stood against.

Nothing could be done to stop the false information and invasion of privacy because it wasn’t officially affiliated with the school and the students continued to feed into it. People even sent in stories to be posted.

“So tell me what you do know about soccer,” he leaned in and propped his chin on the palms of his hands.

“I know the very basics from catching glimpses of the World Cup,” you leaned back on your chair, making him pout.

“Well, to be honest, explaining the rules is a lot easier to do when directly pointing things out during a game. There’s a match airing tonight. Do you want to come over and watch it with me?” he asked expectantly.

“We can watch the replay tomorrow during study hall,” you said.

“Then we can start by talking about me today,” he chirped. “My squad number is 19 because 9 is usually worn by centre forwards but I wanted to be special and added a 1 in front of it. I’m the centre forward, which is the main striker. That means playing offensive is my main objective. Which is why I’m the highest scorer on the team.”

You wanted to wipe the smug look off his face. It irked you how he so easily bragged about himself.

“I also really like movies and can play the guitar. A true all-rounder and romanticist,” he smiled.

He continued to reveal fun facts about himself for another half an hour. It was only at the end that you realized most of it was useless when writing for the paper. You groaned, realizing you had fallen for his trap.

Still, you learned some things about soccer and his position in the team. Following him to the cafe hadn’t been a complete waste of your time.

The next day, Sunwoo hunted you down to make sure you kept your promise about watching the game together. He dragged you to the computer room during study hall and pulled out the earbuds he prepared. He had purposely rummaged through his drawers the night before to the share wired ones with you.

You had to admit he was extremely helpful when explaining the rules and strategies of soccer. Despite being uncomfortable with the proximity of his body to yours, he was a great teacher. He made everything sound so simple. After you began to understand the game, you even found yourself enjoying the match.

After spending a week with him, you hated that you couldn’t say you still disliked him. After all, you two met almost every day for hours.

You had a gut feeling that you would come to regret it and were proven right. You had a bad feeling the moment you saw Jaehyun run up to you as if his life depended on it. Panting, he barely pulled himself together to show you the post that made him immediately report to you.

“KSW and Y/INITIALS seen cozily spending time together. Will he be the one to finally break through her?” you read aloud.

A photo of your backs from the computer room and a mosaicked side shot of you two at the cafe were attached to the title. The comments under the post were even more ridiculous.

“A challenge to be anticipated.”

“Poor girl will only end up as one of his many heartbroken playthings.”

“I know who KSW is. Who’s Y/INITIALS??”

“The legendary man hater? With a guy?? Wow how good must he be 👀”

“Damn so she rejected me for him?”

Your blood boiled and you shoved the phone away. Trying to calm yourself down, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. And failed.

“What is this, fucking Dispatch?” you exploded. A few students passing by stared at your outburst and widened their eyes when they saw that it was you. You sighed, knowing that the whole school saw the post.

“I’m not a celebrity! Why are people so invested in fake rumors about me?” you yelled, trying to keep your voice to a whisper as you pulled Jaehyun into an empty classroom.

“I’m sure it’ll blow over,” he assured.

“If I ever find out who the admin of this page is, I will ruin them,” you glowered.

You almost didn’t go to the soccer practice that day. But you knew that avoiding him would only add fuel to the fire so you sucked it up and went to the field after school as usual. You heard the hushed murmurs that stirred among the team when you arrived and you wanted to turn back around and leave.

Before you could, however, Sunwoo appeared and shut everyone up with a warning glare. He announced that the coach would be late and to start by running laps.

You were more annoyed than upset about the post. It just stupefied you that people really had nothing better to do than gossip about you. You didn’t think you were that interesting.

You were so close to escaping after practice but Sunwoo caught you trying to sneak away. He stood in front of you, crossing his arms as if to ask where you were going. Giving up, you muttered a “fine” and waited for him to change out of his uniform.

This time, you two wordlessly agreed to go to a different cafe. With the bubble teas on the table in front of you, you sat in silence until Sunwoo finally spoke up.

“Don’t mind what the post or others say,” he huffed.

“I’m not too bothered by it,” you shrugged.

“Good. Because I want to get to know you as just Y/n and Sunwoo. Through whatever you wish to tell and show me. I feel like we’re always just talking about me.”

His words left you speechless. Juyeon hadn’t been kidding when he mentioned how thoughtful Sunwoo was. You felt your heart warm as you smiled.

“Well what do you want to know about me?” you asked.

“Anything. Everything.”

So you spilled about your interests, hobbies, and goals. It was strange. Although it hadn’t been long since you met him, you felt comfortable around him. He made you feel at ease and you didn’t think twice about opening up to him.

You told him about your struggles as a high achieving student. About the pressure you felt and how embarrassing it was to tell people that you didn’t have any dreams.

With your grades, all the teachers expected you to apply to medical school. On the other hand, your parents encouraged you to work towards a high paying and stable salary as a corporation employee. Your friends suggested that you go for something in journalism because of your passion and commitment to the school newspaper.

But the club was just something you did for fun. You didn’t know if you liked it enough to pursue it as a career.

Sunwoo listened attentively as you went on about your concerns. From the outside, you looked like you had your life together. You were the perfect student and the girl that many guys chased after. But as he spent more time with you, it became clear that you were very uncomfortable with boys.

“Can I ask how you got so close with the Bermuda line?” he asked.

“The Bermuda line? What’s that?”

“You’ve never heard of the term? Juyeon, Jaehyun, and Younghoon are called the Bermuda line because they’re the most popular athletes out of all the sports teams. The girls say that once you fall for them, you’re stuck in between them forever because you can’t get out.”

You hadn’t laughed that hard in so long. You knew they had fans but found it hilarious how the trio even had a nickname.

“Oh man, I can’t wait to make fun of them for this,” you laughed, nearly in tears.

When he told you that they actually took great pride in the title, you bursted out in laughter again. Their self love truly was on another level.

“So how’d you end up friends?” he asked again.

“Juyeon, I’ve known since middle school. We were in the same class for all three years. Jaehyun didn’t go to the same school as us but he was friends with Juyeon because they played basketball together. I met him and Younghoon at the end of freshman year. They kinda crash landed into my life but we really clicked so that’s why I still bless them with my friendship.”

Sunwoo giggled at your own overwhelming confidence. He loved that you never sold yourself short. He didn’t notice he had been staring at you until you pointed it out. Blushing, he insisted that it was nothing and took another sip of his bubble tea.

Two months passed by and you eventually came to call Sunwoo a friend. Younghoon teased you about him being more than a friend and at first, you thought he was crazy. But with him planting the idea in your head, you began to question your own feelings. Cursing Younghoon, you blamed him for confusing you.

As the designated photographer, you tagged along to the soccer team’s last match. The entire team was nervous as it would determine the winner of the tournament. Even Sunwoo was anxious.

Before the game started, you offered him a supportive smile and he felt all worries lifted off his shoulders. He erased all thoughts of winning and losing and just concentrated on the ball. He wanted to enjoy the last match of the season and look cool in front of you. That was all that mattered to him.

Fortunately, he got both plus the win. The crowd erupted into cheers as he scored the winning goal just seconds before the whistle was blown to signal the end of the game. His knees fell to the ground and his teammates rushed to surround him.

Seeing how happy he looked brought a smile to your lips. He jumped up and scanned the bleachers for your face. When he finally spotted you, he broke away from his team to run up to you and embrace you in a giant hug.

Caught off guard, you froze as his teammates hooted and applauded. You felt your cheeks heat up at the attention.

“Congratulations,” you chuckled, patting his back. “You did well.”

“Did you get a lot of pretty pictures of me?” he grinned, pulling away to look at you.

“No, I only took pictures of Haknyeon,” you joked. By now, he was used to your teasing and simply ruffled your hair in response.

“There’s gonna be an after party tonight,” he brought up carefully. “I’d really like it if you came. Only if you’re okay with that type of scene though.”

Surprised, you nodded before you fully thought it through.

That was how you ended up moping at Jaehyun’s house. The invitation was extended to the Bermuda line as well and they were all planning on dragging you there. Younghoon was excited at the thought of finally going to a party with the whole group and Juyeon was picking out an outfit for you from Jaehyun’s sister’s closet.

“I don’t know if I trust your fashion sense,” she made a face at the top he held up.

This was your first party and you weren’t sure how you felt about it. There was a reason you hadn’t gone to one throughout your high school years.

Nonetheless, you were dressed up in an outfit that definitely reflected Jaehyun’s sister’s style more than yours. She fawned over how pretty you were and urged you to go with the boys.

So you walked through the doors and into the house vibrating with music. Everyone who recognized you was shocked to see you there. Feeling awkward, you stuck by Jaehyun’s side as you maneuvered around the throng of people. When he finally caught sight of Sunwoo, he dipped and left you alone with him.

“Thanks for coming,” he shouted over the loud music.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you shouted back.

Sunwoo offered you a drink, which you declined. Following your choice, he opted for a soda instead as well. You weren’t much of a dancer so you enjoyed people watching instead. It was fascinating to see your classmates have so much fun.

You giggled when you saw Juyeon be so painfully oblivious to a girl’s advances and walked away to dance with Younghoon. Meanwhile, Jaehyun was having the time of his life flirting with girls. You blocked your eyesight when you saw him leaning in to kiss one of them.

“Ugh, gross,” you cringed. “I do not need to know this side of my best friend’s love life.”

Laughing, Sunwoo offered to take you outside for some fresh air and a change of scenery. You gladly agreed and let him guide you to the backyard.

The night sky was full of tranquility that contrasted the chaos that ensued indoors. You sat on the grass and Sunwoo joined next to you.

“You look beautiful today,” he commented.

“Only today?” you laughed.

“Especially today,” he answered in a serious manner. His sincerity made you clear your throat and look away. He stunned you by cupping your face with his hands.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Are you drunk?” you blinked.

“I haven’t had a single sip of alcohol.”

His voice was slow and raspy. Your heart was beating faster than you wanted it to and you knew the corners of your lips were betraying you.

“You can either lean in or pull away,” he said as he brought his lips closer to yours.

Your heart now felt like it was about to jump out of your chest. Red alarms were going off in your head and you didn’t know what to do. All you knew was what you were only a few centimeters away from kissing Sunwoo.

So you did what any insane person would do and closed the gap between your lips. You wanted to punch him when you felt him smirk but he pulled you closer and held onto you tightly.

The weekend passed without much changes in your relationship with Sunwoo. You were worried that you had either ruined your friendship or that he was sick of you but Juyeon reassured you that he probably wanted to talk about it in person. Anxiously, you overthought things until Monday finally arrived.

Wanting to keep yourself busy until you met Sunwoo, you stopped by the club room early in the morning to import the photos from the last game. Shortly after you connected the camera to the computer, you heard a knock on the door.

Startled, you looked at the door and saw Jacob sheepishly poking his head through the door. You told him to come in and he took a seat next to you.

“Kevin told me to drop by before class for an interview,” he said. You nearly facepalmed. You had completely forgotten about that. You were supposed to interview him for the paper.

“Oh yeah! Hold on, let me go get my notebook,” you searched through your backpack to find it.

The volleyball player was this month’s star of the month and you had to write a piece on his past achievements. He was extremely kind and was careful not to use any advanced sports terminology to make sure anyone could easily read the interview, which you were grateful for.

Before you parted, he gave you a side hug out of habit and apologized when he realized that it was only his first time meeting you. You laughed it off and insisted that now you could be friends since you two hugged already. Relieved that you weren’t disturbed, he happily waved goodbye to you as he walked away.

Being in a different class than Sunwoo meant that you had to wait until lunch period to see him. You honestly didn’t even know if you wanted to see him. You weren’t ready to face him yet.

When the bell finally rang and it was time for lunch, Juyeon forced you to go to the cafeteria instead of hiding out in an empty classroom. The moment you sat down with your tray, however, you felt all eyes on you. Your stomach dropped, knowing it couldn’t be good news.

“Y/n, is this true..?” Jaehyun asked, showing you the new post on the gossip page. You hated that you were always right about bad intuitions.

KSW and Y/INITIALS caught making out at last night’s party… is BJY a side hoe?

You had no idea when a photo was taken in the brief second you and Jacob hugged that morning. When you scrolled and saw the next part, your heart dropped.

A shocking revelation of history: Y/INITIALS and SYJ used to date in freshman year. Does this have anything to do with the swimmer and basketball players always next to her?

You felt your breath caught in your throat as you read through the comments.

“Isn’t BJY on the volleyball team and SYJ on the baseball team?”

“Wow she clearly has a type.”

“I guess athletes just hit it well 👀”

“And here I thought KSW was the hoe… who’s playing with who?”

“Aye so KSW finally managed to break through her. Thanks for my $10 bro.”

“Aren’t the basketball players LJY and LJH? And the swimmer KYH? The Bermuda line, right?? I always thought she had a thing with one of them.”

“So much for the icy Y/INITIALS. She was acting all pretentious when she was already having all her fun.”

Juyeon grabbed the phone out of your hands and glared at Jaehyun. You never thought your past relationship would ever get exposed. There were only a handful of people who knew about it and it had stayed hidden under the rug up until now. It was something you wanted to bury and never think about ever again.

Shakily, you got up and ran out of the cafeteria with Younghoon calling out after you. You ran as fast as you could. You didn’t stop until you busted through the doors and collapsed on the rooftop. Your lungs were on fire and you closed your eyes to stop the ringing in your ears.

Meanwhile, Sunwoo was running across the school to find you. When he didn’t see you in the club room, he changed his target and sought out Eric.

“Is it true?” he demanded when he finally saw his friend.

“I can’t believe people already figured out that it’s me,” Eric sighed.

“Is it true?” Sunwoo repeated.

“Yes, yes, it’s true,” he answered with his hands up in defeat. “She never wanted anyone to find out. We didn’t exactly end on good terms. It’s something I’m not proud of.”

“What happened?” he asked, trying to contain his anger. “What did you do to her?”

“I…” Eric trailed off. “I cheated on her.”

“What the hell, Eric?” Sunwoo yelled.

“I-I was stupid! And young. It’s the biggest mistake I made in my life,” he admitted.

Frustrated, Sunwoo left and ran off in search of you again. When you weren’t anywhere to be found, he checked the rooftop as a last resort. He didn’t expect to actually see you there.

“Y/n,” he breathed. You felt a lump form in your throat. It was the first time he had addressed you by your name.

“Get away from me,” you glared. “Was I nothing but a bet to you? Was I just a challenge for you to win?”

“Y/n, I never placed bets on you. I don’t know what other people have been betting on but I have always been genuine with you,” he affirmed.

You refused to let your tears fall. There was no way Kim Sunwoo was going to see you cry.

“I like you,” he confessed. “I like you a lot. I meant to say this that night but got too flustered. So I wanted to tell you today. Whenever I see you, the butterflies in my stomach won’t go away. When I don’t see you, I miss you like crazy. You inspire me to become a better person and all I want to do is hold you and call you mine.”

And now Kim Sunwoo has officially seen you cry. He bent down to wrap his arms around you as you sobbed into his shoulder.

“You’re an asshole,” you mumbled after you calmed down.

“I think you mean the opposite,” he chuckled. “Whatever barriers you put up to protect yourself, I’m going to take them down one by one. With you. Together.”

“Who said I’m helping?” you muttered.

“Then I guess I have to work twice as hard to prove myself,” he softly smiled.

“This is embarrassing,” you groaned.

“This will only be embarrassing for me if you reject me,” his hand reached out to the nape of his neck. “So what do you say? Will you go out with me?”

“I’ll think about it,” you huffed, prompting a chuckle from him.

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➤ Genre: Fluff, crack, mild smut

➤ Pairing: Taehyung x Y/N (Highschool AU, noona!reader)

➤ Word count: 3k~

➤ A/N: I memed a lot during this & I am not sorry. Also, this was designed to be a series — it may end up as a series of drabbles? Idk, it's a little chaotic since I'm just stream-of-consciousness writing it. I have fun things planned, but no promises on when I'll write for this — It's mostly when I get the urge for this type of subby Tae & I can't find it written the way I want anywhere (if you have fics with this kind of dynamic, feel free to rec!)

➤ Summary: Taehyung was the top-of-his class, handsome, sociable, talented student everyone loved to hate — if he weren't so damn lovable. He was content with the way things were in his life, but it felt like something was missing. That is, until he met you — a talented, self-assured student rivaling his own talents. There was something about you that made Taehyung feel nervous. Something that got his heart beating and tripped him up on words that usually flowed effortlessly with charm.

You made him feel his age — just a high school boy. Human, just like everyone else. Not some sort of idol perched upon a pedestal. Taehyung finally felt something other than mind-numbing boredom, so he decided to chase that feeling. Coincidentally, Taehyung ended up being just the thing you were looking for too.

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It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Taehyung wasn’t supposed to be late to his economics final, and he most certainly wasn’t supposed to be trying to hide a hard-on when he entered the classroom. Thankfully, he was able to use the heavy textbook in his hands as cover, as he apologized to the teacher and made his way to his desk.

Taehyung got settled in his seat and pulled himself close to his desk. With a short ‘thank you’ to his professor for handing him his exam, the boy did his best to focus on the papers in front of him.

How did the Ace student, Kim Taehyung, end up in this state?

Well, for starters, puberty was hitting this boy hard. His growth spurt seemed to come over night, pimples started to form without reason, and hair began growing in new places.

This, Taehyung could live with. What he couldn’t live with, though, was the raging morning wood he’d wake up with every day, and how easy it was for him to get hard — when he didn’t even want to! He wasn’t a pervert, he swore, but it appeared as though any little thing could set him off; could send blood rushing south. It was embarrassing. He didn’t want anyone seeing him like that.

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Taehyung had confided in his friends. He found out that some of them had already gone through something similar — and they reassured him it was something he would get used to and be able to tame with time. Others told him they never even had a problem with that; and even if they got hard in public, it didn’t show. At that type of response, Taehyung glanced down and felt a little better about his ‘problem’. Maybe it wasn’t the worst thing in the world to have something that heavy between his legs.

What was the worst thing about it all, besides the constant anxiety he'd humiliate himself in public somehow, was that he wasn’t interested in any of the people around him. Taehyung was popular, and he knew this — he had many girls and boys who wanted him. He was the class valedictorian and captain of the swim team.

Additionally, the boy was too charming and good-looking for his own good. It was unfair, really. People either wanted him, or wanted to be him. The school photographer had even gone so far as to say that Taehyung was the easiest to photograph, because he looked good from every angle (if you know, you know).

All of this praise was heard by Taehyung, but it never went to his head. He knew he was just a kid, like everyone else. Sure, he had great prospects for college and even a free ride lined up — if he played his cards right — but he knew that was all due to hard work; feats that anyone could achieve if they set their mind to it. Conceited wasn’t in his vocabulary; his parents had raised him better than that.

Taehyung always strived to put his best foot forward, so when he was late to a final exam, it just didn’t sit right with him. He did his best to focus on the test on his desk. Hell, it wasn’t even like the questions were difficult — I could pass this with my eyes closed. What really lit a fire in his veins was how his mind kept drifting to the same thing; how he constantly had to reel in his thoughts to answer the stupid questions in front of him.

He scribbled in a few more answer bubbles before setting his pencil down and staring out the window, tapping his foot. Analyzing the overcast sky outside, Taehyung came to a decision.

Nodding his head, he returned to his exam — this time in earnest. Why should he have to suffer at your hands? This was his life — his future — he couldn’t just fuck it up because he couldn’t keep his dick thoughts in check. With a final nod to himself, Taehyung decided, yeah... You, you are evil.

Yes, you. You were aware of this exam — how important it was for Taehyung. You had known all about how he was about his grades and his attendance; how pristine he kept his appearance and reputation. You knew all of this, yet you still chose to tease him.

Really, he made it so easy to tease him, in your mind at least. He was innocent... so obviously new to all things intimate, and he had this sweetness to him that was just so endearing.

Other boys his age were learning about their bodies, just like him, but most of them were only seeking release. Taehyung though, it seemed like the thought never even occurred to him. He just... was confused — and wanted to do what he could to continue placing first in his class and captain his swim team, without distraction. With how pure and... uncorrupted he appeared, he caught your eye — and kept it.

Once you had set your sights on Taehyung, he was — for the first time —completely caught off guard. He had gotten used to the advances of the people in his class and those under him, but he had never been approached by someone older than him. Sure, you were only a grade above him, but it felt like forbidden territory to Taehyung.

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It started during an end-of-the-summer event. It was sort of like a track and field event, but it had more of a ‘field day’ relaxed vibe to it. Teachers and coaches were there, and beer and soju were being sold at the vendor’s tents — for parents and teachers who wanted a little buzz to lessen the boredom of watching kids fumble around all day — so it was quite loose in terms of rules.

Taehyung, in his blue jacket representing the school, a sign with his name on it, and grey sweatpants, was jogging over to his teammates after completing a short distance race — a race he had finished first in — when he first noticed you.

You were competing in the pole vaulting event. A master at all things athletic since childhood, it was nothing to you. You simply ran, placed the pole at the right angle, used its momentum to propel you into the air, and cleared the placed bar — all with calculated ease. You'd done it hundreds of times before. You no longer had to think about it; it had simply become muscle memory. Landing on the soft mat beneath provided a familiar warmth, similar to how you felt when hearing the shocked cheer from onlookers. How used to failure they must be, you always thought. To sound so impressed from something simple as that.

As you removed yourself from the cushy landing pad, your eyes scanned the crowd. Your school was pretty big. But, you had to admit, the turnout of this year’s field day was larger than you expected. You gave high fives to your teammates as you made your way to the water bottles on the nearest bench to you.

Reaching the bench, you noticed all of the water bottles had been taken. Looked like you would have to journey elsewhere to quench your thirst. Thankfully, you had time. Your next appearance wasn’t until the archery event, so you had a little while to relax. And search for a drink apparently.

You were just about to wander in the direction of your vaulting teammates, when a water bottle appeared in front of your face.

“The closest vendor is halfway across the field,” a deep voice said, effectively making your eyes travel from the bottle to the large hand holding it and up his slender, well-sculpted arm to his... alarmingly good looking face. Is he wearing make up? Or maybe his parents are loaded and paid for plastic surgery at a young age...? He looked like such a doll — with his sharp jawline, lips that curved into natural pout, a cute nose with... is that a mole on the tip? Perfectly angled eyebrows framing eyes that were— does he have one double lid and one mono lid? Is that natural, or a fashion statement? His hair looked soft too, chestnut locks peeking out over his hairband — it took everything in you to not just run your fingers through it. Who was this kid? And how had you never met him?

At your silence, the beautiful boy continued warily. “I understand if you don’t want to share. I just thought I’d offer.” His hand holding the water bottle lowered slightly as he looked at it, unsure. He supposed... maybe it was weird to offer a girl he’d never met a water bottle, seemingly out of the blue. But, he had just watched your performance — and to say he was impressed was an understatement. He was fairly certain if he tried pole vaulting he would just end up on the ground, with more than just his pride broken. But you had executed it with such grace, Taehyung found himself mesmerized.

Of course he saw you were looking for a drink. After such an athletic display, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You moved like a piece of art, and he was drawn to you. Taehyung’s next event wasn’t until later; he had time.

Just as he was accepting defeat, you reached out to grasp the bottle. “A drink would be nice, thank you.”

Taehyung watched as you gave him a smile and downed half of the beverage before returning it to him with a satisfied sigh. He was too hung up on the feeling of your fingers brushing his to process much else.

When he realized he could take a sip and his lips would be touching the same thing yours did, something stirred in him. Something he was hoping to keep silent while at his school’s public event.

Covering his lapse up with a cough, Taehyung said it was no problem and turned to attempt to focus on the current events taking place in the field. What a lie. Taehyung spared a nervous glance down. He knew that it wouldn’t stay inconspicuous for long, no matter how he adjusted himself. Fucking grey sweatpants. He prayed that his thoughts would settle down and he could carry out his events incident free. All he needed was to make it through the next one. And then he could go home. And give himself the release he needed so badly.

Luck seemed to be toying with Taehyung that day, though. He had finally calmed himself down and steeled himself for his next appearance. He had his bow ready, eyeing the limited amount of arrows that awaited him at his position. It was time for his last event of the day, and his friends were cheering him on, giving him that extra bit of confidence. Walking out onto the field, Taehyung threw a look at his best friend and said with a wink, “Let's get it,” delighted to see the thumbs up returned from his friend.

Taehyung’s self-assured expression dropped the moment he looked to his left, only to see you, bow and arrow ready.

His head whipped back to the right (he may have felt his neck crack) just to mouth, “Oh fuck,” to his friends, before returning to face you with a cheerful grin — one he hoped had the ‘happy to see you’ vibe, but not the ‘too happy to see you’ vibe. It was a delicate balance between the two. And right then, Taehyung was feeling off-kilter.

“You’re in the archery event as well,” he started, giving you a small bow. “I didn’t get your name earlier. I’m Kim Taehyung.” I sound like a fucking robot.

He heard his friends snickering from where they were watching on the sidelines. They hadn’t missed how he had been ogling you all day, and they hadn’t missed Taehyung’s little 'problem' earlier either. Taehyung fought the urge to turn around and glare at them, opting to continue smiling at you instead. Was he smiling too much? Which side of the fine line between friendly and creepy was he currently on in your mind? Oh god, she probably thinks I'm crazy. The smile faltered on his face. Fuck. Why can't I just be normal around her?

With a smile like his, you almost forgot to reply. “Oh, I’m Y/N! Archery is actually my main event.”

You weren’t sure why you told him that, as it meant you needed to perform especially well now. You shouldn’t have been worried anyway — archery was your strength; it wasn’t a bluff. It’s just that... Well, if you did particularly bad, he’d think you were a liar. Which, normally you wouldn’t care about. It wasn’t like you paid much attention to other’s opinions of you.

For whatever reason, you didn’t want this particular person to have a bad view of you. You wanted to see that cute little boxy grin more. You were just starting to wonder how you hadn’t noticed him around school before, when he spoke again — in that velvety voice that was quickly becoming one of your favorite sounds.

“Oh, it’s not pole vaulting?” Taehyung knew he fucked up the moment the words left his mouth and was mentally cursing himself as soon as he saw your eyes narrow slightly, eyebrow piqued in curiosity. Still, Taehyung kept a nonchalant look on his face, as if he wasn’t screaming on the inside.

“So you watched that event?” The gears were starting to turn in your head. Deciding to probe him a little, you asked a question. “Did one of your friends compete?”

Under your scrutiny, Taehyung felt his face heating up. He rubbed his neck as he answered. “Um, no... I just, was in the area and ended up watching.”

You pursed your lips in thought, not missing the way his eyes followed the movement. “Why did you think it was my main event?”

“Because you looked like a pro at it,” came his automatic answer. He wasn’t even going to fight it — Taehyung knew his secret was compromised already. He always was bad at hiding his feelings.

The air between you two was shifting — more and more — as you put the pieces together and realized you had the upper hand. Here you thought you were crushing on the boy first, when in reality — he was already watching you. He’d watched you take first place in the event, appeared out of thin air (seemingly) with a water bottle when you needed it most, and now, here he was again — standing by your side and looking increasingly flustered as your conversation went on. Or, well, maybe it was more like an interrogation on your part, but you couldn’t help it. His responses were so honest and so... cute.

The information you had gotten from just that small interaction was more than enough to put a smile on your face, so you chose to back off with the questions... for the time being. The event was about to officially start anyway.

With a slight tilt of your head, you let out a happy hum. “Hm, well, allow me to show you what a pro archer looks like too~” You grinned at Taehyung, readying your bow once again.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched the boy visibly relax — relieved you didn’t press further with your questions no doubt. Huh, I'm going to have fun with this one.

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“Please noona...” he whined quietly, his voice breaking as he fought to keep himself from rubbing against you, against anything.

“Please what? ... Hmm? I don't know what you want unless you tell me... V,” you drawled with a slight smirk, letting your eyes travel down his body, eyes landing on the obvious bulge tenting his red basketball shorts.

You were tempted to close the gap between you two and grind against it, feeling his warm hardness pressing against you, pulsing with every beat of his heart.

But, that wasn't how this game worked.

Taehyung looked down shyly at the nickname, a small smile on his lips. You had jokingly given it to him after you’d taken his virginity, his V card. And he coincidentally revealed V was actually one of his many nicknames — used mostly only by his inner circle.

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Now, whenever one of them called him that — because of you — all he could picture was you on top of him, watching his hard, throbbing cock slowly disappear into you inch by inch, as you lowered yourself onto him, painstakingly slow and controlled. Your wet, tight heat was the best thing he’d ever experienced. And he wanted— no, needed, more. Always more.

These thoughts didn't bode well around his friends. How the fuck would he explain a stiffy, when one of them was just trying to get his attention and talk to him? He really needed to get his hormones under control.

There were ways to combat it right? To fight your primal needs? It’s almost like he was fighting a war of hormone. (this is Jin's fault)

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Just last week, while they were at after-school track practice, they were doing stretches to warm up.

Taehyung wasn't the most flexible person, to say the least.

So, Jimin, being the kindest soulmate he was, took it upon himself to help Taehyung out. By the means of sitting behind Taehyung, pressed up against him, holding on to his hands, and pushing forward — so Taehyung could be closer to reaching his toes and stretching the muscles that so badly needed it. All of that was fine and normal.

However, Jimin chose this time to talk as well. “Yah, V...” he whispered into Taehyung's ear, causing Taehyung to involuntarily shiver against Jimin's body.

Taehyung could merely grunt in response as Jimin pushed his torso further forward.

“You know...” Jimin continued.

Taehyung did not like the tone of his voice. It was the one that told him Jimin was up to something, or he had something sly on his mind.

“You should really take this seriously, stretching and becoming more flexible I mean.”

Although in pain, as they practiced back and forth, trying to reach further with every stretch, Taehyung raised an eyebrow in question. “You don’t think I’m taking this seriously?”

Not that Taehyung could see it, but he could hear and feel the small exhale of breath signaling a laugh from his soulmate. “No,” Jimin giggled. “I didn’t mean about track,” he clarified.

Taehyung was confused. “Then what did you— agh! You’re going to break my spine—" He winced at the new pressure.

Jimin immediately backed off, but remained seated behind Taehyung, one hand rubbing his arm and the other his back.

Taehyung continued, more comfortable. “Then what did you mean?”

Jimin smirked, pleased at Taehyung finally taking the bait. “Oh V...” he started—

— Bringing Taehyung’s mind back to you. He had just gotten past it too, damnit.

“Don’t ever stop being your sweet, innocent self,” Jimin cooed, rubbing Taehyung’s back gently.

Pretty much offended, Taehyung turned to look at Jimin, eyes narrowed, brows furrowed, pout prominent as fuck. “Just tell me, you undercooked rice cake.”

Jimin thrived off of the insult, satisfied he got Taehyung all worked up so easily. “I meant,” Jimin started, an infuriating roll of his eyes — he knew exactly what he was doing and loved every moment of it, “flexibility can come in handy, outside of track, that’s all,” he finished nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders.

Taehyung was fed up by then. Signature blank intimidating look blanketing his face. All efforts to actually stretch were forgotten. “Oh?” He feigned interest. “Give me an example.” Taehyung knew what Jimin was doing. He also knew playing along was the best way to keep Jimin from thinking his 'sweet, innocent' Taehyung was secretly not so innocent anymore.

A shit-eating grin adorned Jimin's features. “What kind of example? There’s many to choose from.”

“Jimin I swear—“ Taehyung stopped to collect himself, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He tried again. “Jimin, will you please just tell me what you’re getting at? We have to start soon.”

The grin on Jimin's face brightened, if even possible, at the word ‘please’. “Okay I’ll tell you.”

Taehyung sighed, slumping forward in relaxation.

Jimin leaned forward as well, wrapping his arms around Taehyung's torso, moving his lips to his ear. Speaking lowly so no one else could hear, “I’ll bestow this wisdom upon you—“

Taehyung jerked and went to pull away, nonplussed, but Jimin pulled him back. “It may be a small thing,” he continued into Taehyung's ear, the boy listening avidly, albeit a bit disgruntled at the moment. What ridiculous shit's about to come out of his mouth?

“But, being flexible opens up so many doors in bed. Especially if you’re both flexible—“

Taehyung's eyebrows had disappeared into his bangs. He knew this was what Jimin was hinting at, but he didn't think his friend would actually go there. And so bluntly, too. Images flooded Taehyung's mind — of bending you over a desk, of pushing you on your back with your legs folded against your chest, of you bending in every which way he needed, screaming and moaning his name. Were you flexible? What would you sound like pushed to your limits? What would you look like? He needed to know.

A hand waved in front of Taehyung's face.

“Helloo? Still with me?” came Jimin's voice, and Taehyung turned to see his friend’s concerned face staring at him.

He blinked, trying to clear his mind. “Uh. yeah... yes!” Taehyung attempted to supply enthusiastically. “I get what you’re saying.” After he paused in thought. “I’d like to try more positions," he added, trying for the most innocent, inquisitive tone he could muster.

Jimin, who had been drinking from his water bottle during the free time he had whilst Taehyung formulated a response, choked on a sip and began coughing, holding his chest.

Eyes wide, Taehyung went into protect-mode for his soulmate. “Are you okay? What can I do?” Concern heavy in his face, hands itching to help, but unsure what to do.

Jimin continued coughing, but responded through them. “Just— swallowed down the — wrong tube — I’ll be fine,“ he wheezed, waving a hand as he tried to contain his coughing. After a few moments and a proper sip of his water, Jimin began to recover. He cleared his throat and leaned back on his hands, breathing becoming steady once again. “Did you have any... positions in mind?” He threw the line out there hoping to bait Taehyung again. Not even a near-death choking experience could put a dent in his mischievous nature.

Legs stretched out, torso leaned forward, hands flat on the floor between his legs, Taehyung was looking down. He tried to just look at the practice floor below him. But all he could see was you beneath him, his hands gripping your hips until his fingers left bruises. Agh. Fuck you for plaguing his mind with thoughts of only you. Why should my mind even be on her? He shook his head and fluffed out his hair in frustration. Who am I kidding?

First of all, looking down — he saw his hands on nothing but cold, black, scuffed flooring, his long legs dressed in sweats at either side, and, if he moved his eyes closer to himself, an embarrassing bulge threatening to become obvious if he couldn’t calm down. Wearing sweatpants was a bad idea. That's it, I'm throwing away all my sweatpants. Wearing boxers was a worse idea. Only briefs from now on, even if they're less comfortable.

Second of all, would you even have let him put you in the positions he had in mind? Not likely...

Third — and most important! —Maybe not the most urgent, but went in the important quadrant: Would you even want to sleep with him again?

Was it a one-and-done thing?

You got the urge out of you, right? Or... maybe you liked taking virginities? He was so so unsure.

Another hand in the face.

This time, Jimin had taken it upon himself to move from behind Taehyung and relocate in front of him, adopting the same position as Taehyung, however having one leg bent and the other enveloping Taehyung’s.

Taehyung looked up, jolted back to the real world. Jimin had an eyebrow raised, lips pursed. “Taehyung-ah, are you okay?”

The sincerity made Taehyung’s heart drop. He put on his best fake smile. “Mhm, I'm fine Jimin-ah~ I’ve been so spacey today... I didn’t get much sleep last night. But I’m okay.”

Jimin eyed him warily. “...Fine, but I still want you to answer my question before practice starts.”

Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat. Damn. And he thought he had gotten away with it. “O-okay” he responded, rubbing his neck. Disguising his discomfort as him massaging a knot out of it, he asked, “What did you ask again?”

Jimin knew better. This was his best friend and soulmate, after all. He knew all of his body language cues, all the meanings behind his changes in tone, the words he would say, the looks he would give. And he knew Taehyung knew all of this too. Because, likewise, Taehyung knew all of Jimin's cues. So, in this case — Taehyung knew Jimin knew something was up. But Jimin could tell Taehyung didn’t want to address it yet. So, Jimin let this 'skirting around the real truth' happen.

A delicate balance of understanding and allowing your mate to go through the motions and be there for them, letting them learn things on their own, and not letting them get into things that are beyond the scope of what needs to be experienced in life.

Anyway.

One side of Jimin's mouth lifted in a teasing smirk. “I asked...” he started, whilst stretching his arms, to make it look like the two of them were still getting ready and not gossiping. “If you had any positions in mind,” he finished, cracking his neck while staring Taehyung in the eye.

Taehyung recognized the dangerous glint in his soulmate’s gaze. And he wanted to add fire to it. He had seen the switch in Jimin moments before — a silent agreement to keep things light, for the time being. So, Taehyung took his hands and laced his fingers together, stretching them above his head, behind his back, and finally forward — reaching to touch Jimin's chest. “I thought maybe you could recommend some, given your expertise,” Taehyung remarked as if he didn’t care, despite having both of his hands held by Jimin's tiny soft ones at that point.

Almost speechless with joy, Jimin gripped Taehyung’s hands tightly. “I’ll show you,” was all he said, smile turning his eyes into crescent moons.

Taehyung laughed at the cuteness of his friend, too tired to press further as practice was about to begin — but he gave his soulmate’s hands another squeeze and whispered into his ear before getting up. “So show me.”

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“P-please... touch me,” Taehyung whimpered softly, almost falling apart. He was so hard, he could feel his heartbeat coursing through his cock, as if it had its own. And it was only lunch period. He couldn't make it through the rest of the day like this.

You moved closer, reveling in the solitude you two had found on the roof of the school. It was surprising others didn't use this during lunchtime. Well, you’d heard there was a system — the rooftop wasn't for just anybody... Apparently that rumor wasn't all talk.

However, you had always been that floater — able to get in with any crowd, no strings attached on your end. You made connections wherever you wanted them.

You palmed Taehyung's cock through his shorts and ate up the high-pitched whimper that delved into a deep moan coming from the boy before you. “Y/N...” he almost groaned, the sensation of his dick in your hands as you stroked up and down at a relaxed pace becoming almost too much.

With a sly smile on your face, you dropped down on your knees and continued stroking him, finally pulling him from the confines of his clothes. You savored the hiss that came from him as his cock met the cool air. Coquettish eyes gazed up at a breathless Taehyung from beneath your lashes as you began to slowly lick from the base of his balls all the way up to his head, where you teased the tip before gently sucking on it, tongue flicking over the slit.

“Fuck...!” You could feel him tense under you, and you took his cock into your mouth gently, providing that soft heat you knew he craved.

Taehyung pushed you off of him after a few bobs. Wiping the excess spit from your mouth, you looked to him for an explanation. But the only explanation you needed was his fucked-out face and blown pupils.

“Noona.” His eyes were pleading. “I need to be inside of you.”

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You gave his tip a tantalizing little kiss before you wiped your mouth and got back on your feet, not missing the stunted whimper he tried to hold back as you did.

“Here?” You lifted an eyebrow, scanning your surroundings. Sure, you were on a rooftop alone, but what about all of the other buildings nearby? So many of them were taller, anyone looking could've seen you.

Taehyung’s eyes follow yours, and he hurriedly stuffed himself inside of his briefs and pulled up his shorts. “M-maybe not here but... “ he looked around, racking his brain for any place that would've been deemed safe.

You stepped forward, hindering the boy’s thoughts and making him step back nervously. “But what?”

Your voice was soft. You were playing coy.

He knew you were doing it on purpose. And he knew it was working on him. He was incredibly frustrated. Taehyung's brow furrowed as he looked down at you — at least he had an advantage in height.

“But...” Taehyung stared at you for a few seconds before looking away, biting his lip. His hands snaked around your waist and gently pulled your hips to his. You gasped at the feeling of him pressed up against you, but tried to keep it quiet — this was your game after all.

Still gripping your hips flush to his, he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “I know a place we can go.”

Intrigued, “And where’s that, V?” you asked sweetly, rolling your hips into his, eliciting a lewd moan from him.

His hold on you tightened, stopping you from being able to move at all. You pulled away in question, only to be met with a darkness in his gaze. He didn't seem to be playing around anymore.

“V...?” Your voice was tentative, not having seen that look in his eyes before.

Taehyung said nothing and instead guided you backwards, hands on your hips in a bruising grasp.

“What ar—“ Your breath left you in a gasp as your back met a cement wall. Taehyung released one hand to grip the back of your neck and pull you together into a feverishly delicious kiss.

His other hand traveled its way up your body as you both kissed, messy and breathless, sliding up to grip your face in an endearingly strong yet soft way, the hand on your neck also sliding forward in a warm caress, until he had your face between his hands, his hips grinding into you, his need for you clearly communicated.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to pull him closer, if possible. Your knees began to feel like jelly, but you were determined not to show how affected you are — so you stood your ground and ground your hips into Taehyung's as well, indulging in the low moan that left his mouth, and taking it all in with your own. He sounded so sinful when he was lost in the moment.

He broke away only when he needed to breathe, a line of spit connecting the two of you while you both panted for air. You felt small under Taehyung’s intense gaze, but then he broke into a smile and dipped to kiss your cheek.

“We can go to the locker rooms,” came his breathless response to your question.

You stilled.

“Wait— What? The... The locker rooms. Are you serious?” You wrinkled your nose. “That’s the best you could come up—“

Taehyung kissed you quiet, pulling back to smile at you fondly. “It sounds worse than it is,” he supplied, as if that would solve everything.

Unconvinced, you squinted up at him and give him a quick peck on the lips for good measure. “Go on...” You noticed his eyes held no trace of that dark demeanor from before. Did I just imagine it?

As Taehyung thought about it, the smirk you loved and hated appeared on his face. “Well... it’s not as dirty as you think." He shifted his eyes from the sky back to you, trying to nail in the sincerity. “And I know when people will be in there versus when it’s empty. And right now—“ He paused to pull his phone out of his pocket. "—there’s no reason for anyone to be there.” He slipped his phone away and looked at you, a slight smile on his face. “And we have about 15 minutes until lunch break is over.”

You had a tiny internal battle at this. Boys locker room — gross. Could get caught — not fun. But. You had a Kim Taehyung in front of you, hard and more than eager — just for you. And you couldn't deny how your underwear was becoming soaked through. The pros outweighed the cons, clearly.

Taehyung tilted his head at your silence, a crease forming between his brows. “... If you don’t want to noona, you can tell—“

You cut him off with a swift kiss, pulling back just as quickly. “No I—,” you took a breath, looking anywhere but him. “—I think we should go for it."

Taehyung stared down at you. Oh... maybe I didn't imagine it? What's this? You barely suppressed a shiver. Taehyung was looking at you like he could eat you alive. He released his grip on your waist, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Oh, fuck...” he groaned while looking away, holding his hands to his head. He stepped away from you. Pulling his hands from his face, Taehyung peered at you. Once again, the darkness in his gaze had vanished without a trace, his entire demeanor shifting back to the Taehyung you were used to. What's this... other side?

“Noona.”

You almost forgot to reply, drinking in his presence before you. You were ready to devour him yourself.

“Y-yes?”

Taehyung appeared conflicted. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, almost like he was steeling himself for something, before reopening them and fixing you with a predatory gaze.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

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