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softchouli · 1 year ago
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Mr. Everdeen probably had a moment of realization that his story was at risk of repeating itself, whenever he got to trade his gains and run little errands around Twelve with a tiny Katniss on Sundays. All because, he couldn't miss how this little pair of blue eyes somehow were always paying attention when he and his daughter passed by close enough to the bakery
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rafesslxt · 6 months ago
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✧.* 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵 ‘ | 𝒕. 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒕
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summary: when y/n wants to go on a walk with Theo, it starts raining and her shirt gets see through - based on this request
warnings: fluff, shy reader, Theo being a little tease for a sec, none other really
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"How could I ever say no to that face?" Theo smiled at his girlfriend, sitting on his lap with a shy smile on her face. You asked him to go out for a walk since it's spring now and after being inside the whole winter, you wanted to get some fresh air again.
You gently stood up from his lap and put on your shoes, seeing him doing the same. He takes your hand into his and walks with you out of his dorm, through the common room and along the halls of your beloved school.
"The weather's nice." Theo states, looking around the yard when he see's the sun shining down on the two of you. "Yeah it is indeed. Come on." you start getting happy and pull him with you towards the big black lake where you walked for a while.
"You look beautiful prinicipessa." he says while looking at your face, admiring your beautiful features. Your cheeks start to heat up a little and you look away for a short moment before looking back at him again, smiling shyly at him." Thank you, Theo."
He smiles to himself when he sees your pink cheeks, knowing you're still shy around him. Even though the two of you officially are a couple, you told him from the start that you wanted to take things slow, partly because you're way more shy than others and need a little more time. He had no problem with that, concentrating on you character completely but sometimes, in those little moment, you drove him crazy.
Like that one time you bend over in class, such in innocent movement since you just wanted to pick up your pen but Theo couldn't help it and thought the whole day about it.
He gave you all the time you needed, since it's very important for him that you're comfortable. But at the end of the day he was just madly in love with you and also wondering how you would feel.
He once told you that, but you poor thing were so shy, that you wouldn't get out a word out of embarrassment for the next hour, so he remembered to think twice what he's saying to you.
And it also wasn't like you wanted to be that shy. You thought he was hot, like smoking hot and such a handsome face, but you just couldn't help it. Every little touch made you feel so hot you could be compared to a tomato.
Suddenly something wet hit the tip of your nose, your head going up instinctively and looking up at the sky that wasn't so blue anymore like a few minutes ago but grey clouds now above your head. "Looks like it's about to rain, let's go back." Theo say's, seeing your head going up.
You two started walking into the other direction again, back to school but rain was faster and so it happened that you two got wet, like soaked. At first it was kinda funny, Theo taking your hand and running with you, loud laughter from the both of you filled the air. It got even louder when Theo almost slipped on the wet grass but once you were back at your schools ground, a wave of shock came over you.
You looked down at yourself and saw that your white shirt was completely see through now, showing your cute red lace bra. You tried to hide yourself behind your hands but it was too late, Theo already saw what happened and wished he could stop time.
You were teasing him so hard right now even tho he knew it wasn't your mission to do so. "Damn Principessa.." he mumbles and pulls you closer to him. Of course your cheeks heat up even more now than before and you took a step back, turning your face away from him in embarrassment. "to which he said " "Don't shy away from me, baby." he says in a soft tone and carefully takes your arm, pulling you closer a second time.
"I - I'm sorry I didn't knew it would rain." Theo had to chuckle at your cute answer. " Of course you didn't baby, it's okay. Just know that you're safe with me yah? But also, you're so so beautiful and I promise you you have no reason to be shy around me. If someone's gonna be shy then it should be me so stunning that you are."
"Oh my god Theo, stoop." you giggled, hiding your face a little behind your hair but smiling from ear to ear. He leaned down to your ear and whispered into it. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and someday you're gonna be mine forever."
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bluemirrorangel · 17 days ago
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outsiders headcanons
Darry and Dally are secretly terrified of each other.
Johnny has really bad nightmares.
Dallas met Ponyboy and Sodapop first and then two-bit so when he goes to a drag race with the gang, meets Johnny Cade, and mishears his name as Johnnycake he doesn't even question it.
although he spends all day at the Curtis household Dallas actually never really stays the night. the gang just assumes that he's with Buck or sofa surfing but in reality, Dallas has spent so many nights at the shepherds that he basically lives there.
Dallas wants tattoos.
curly, Johnny, and Dally all have their ears pierced. They got them at the same time it was at the shepherd's house on a Friday night, both Curly and Dallas were drunk Johnny was just sober and easily persuaded. Dallas and Sylvia had broken up for the tenth time that month and Dallas was complaining about how he'd lifted some earrings for her and everything, real nice ones too from real jewellers and everything. Curly told him to just wear them himself and stop complaining so long story short Dally and Johnny pierced their ears with the earrings and Curly used a safety pin he still wears.
the reason dally spiralled so fast after Johnny's death is because Johnny was the only good thing in his life, like a symbol of hope because if someone that's been through so much but is still able to have some semblance of hope in the world to still trust people and have morals then maybe there was a chance for him too but shit went south and now we're here sooo.
Dallas has an obvious soft spot for Johnny. he also has one for Ponyboy but it's barely noticeable.
if not for Two-bit they'd all be hopelessly touch starved.
Curly and Ponyboy are forbidden from seeing each other because of how much chaos they cause and everyone knows it, they still hang out tho they're not even secretive about it.
Two-bit's banned from every library in Tulsa.
Soda can't do math.
the only reason Steve still goes to school is because Sodapop made him promise to keep an eye on Ponyboy.
The third time Curly goes to reformatory it's for stealing a couple of classic books. he didn't do it. Ponyboy did, they were for Darry's birthday. He felt terrible about it and almost turned himself in but Curly wouldn’t let him. they didn't even get caught not really it's just that the cashier saw them come in and knew who Curly was, so she was immediately on edge, and Ponyboy looked nervous, so she called the police. they didn't check them just arrested Curly on the spot.   
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muikitoo · 10 months ago
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Hi,Ummm,good morning/night
Can I request something regarding the Rottmnt boys,I want them their love at first sight with a female reader in a school ay(More like a mix between the Yokai/mutant/human society
(No rush,It's ok if you don't want to do it and stuff,It's totally fine to take your time☺️,Have a nice day/night)
Love at first sight
Aged up! Rottmnt x fem! Reader
(somewhere around their 20s)
Warnings:
None
A/N: this was so hard to do for me for some reason (especially Mikey and Raph), i had to think for a few days for certain scenarios and this might come late bc i rlly want it to be good. Im sorry if it isnt what u expected 🙏
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You were an English teacher who recently started working at a new school. Youre quite nervous, but exciting at the thought of what awaits you with this sudden change.
Donnie
- Donnie was one of those strict science teachers that nobody dared to underestimate.
- At first, he didnt seem too interested when he heard of a new teacher who started working there.
- hes never even been a romantic type, he honestly didnt care and let fate decide if he gets a partner or not.
- When he saw you for the first time though, he thought he might be hallucinating.
- "Oh sweet Galileo help me.."
- you probably immediately checked his "cute but mean" type without even saying a single word
- He became more interested in you, talking to you more often, even at times asking u to meet up during the break.
- "Hey, uhm.. Could i maybe interest u in some coffee during the break?"
- he thought all of this "romantic feeling" thing wasnt real, but he seriously cant help but fall for you.
Leo
- Leo is obviously the laid-back cool Spanish teacher.
- Almost every student liked him, he was chill and even jokes around
- (he once drew donnie on the board with a huge forehead and wrote "megamind" next to it)(no, donnie did not take that well)
- He was quite interested when he heard of a new teacher, hell he was probably the first one to interact with you out of his brothers
- The second he saw you, this mf fell straight face down in love with you
- "oh mi gosh thats the new teacher?! Shes gorgeous! Do you see her Donnie?! You see her?! Oh i so need to get her number!!"
- tries to act sly and flirt with you
- and fails miserably
- "Hey there hermosa, how do you feel about a date? Ya know, just you and me? *Wink wink* *leans on wall, trips and falls miserably*"
- (A/N: i cried writing that)
Mikey
- Mikey is the sweet art teacher and students enjoy being around him, but yet again they probably wont dare to underestimate his "Dr. Delicate touch" side
- He was quite excited when he heard about a new teacher.
- When he saw you, he suddenly felt nervous and flustered. And he knew why.
- at this point, everyone but you knew abt how he admires you, a little more than in the friendly way.
- He couldnt get the courage to go and talk to you, which put Dr. Feelings to shame
- When you actually started talking tho, you got quite close.
- Youd be with him almost every break
- You would often stay in his classroom/art studio and watch him paint during the lunch break
- and during those times he even asks u to pick his colours
- "Hey Y/n, which colour do you think would suit the ladies dress more? Red or blue?"
- Sometimes you even jokingly ask to be his model, but in all honesty he doesn't mind at all
- you guys were an inseparable duo, and he caught himself falling more and more for you
Raph
- He's the PE teacher, hes fun but strict when he needs to be.
- He doesnt mind that theres a new teacher, hes quite excited abt it actually - he would gladly want to meet you.
- First thing that catches his eye is that he thinks youre really pretty.
- He's most likely stuttering during ur first convo now😭
- Hes super sweet, bringing you coffee and/or lunch, helping u out with random teacher stuff, checking up of u, ect
- "Hey! How you feeling? I brought you some coffee.. if youd like."
- Hes so shy, but he cant help but feel his heart flutter every time you thank him or show appreciation towards him
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A/N: Raph was so hard and i know it's not accurate at all. Ive literally been beating my ass up bc of him cuz i didnt have any ideas😭😭 this took super long and I'm really sorry about that, i hope it turned out the way u wanted🙏 anyways its 1AM so im js posting this cuz i have nothing else to do😔
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pinksturniolo · 7 months ago
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Biggest Hater - Part Two
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Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader
Part 2 of 2
Alternate version of my Chris fic: Biggest Fan
Requested by the baddest! @muwapsturniolo
Summary: You just don’t get the hype of the Sturniolo Triplets like almost every girl your age does. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that you went to high school with them and Matt Sturniolo particularly, got on your nerves more than anyone you thought ever could. In fact, it has everything to do with that. And when you run into him a couple years later, at the peak of their fame, your feelings haven’t changed one bit. No matter how attractive you find him.
Content warnings: smut, oral, angry sex, teasing, pettiness, manipulation, mean!matt (even tho he's an angel irl), ANGST AF, enemies to lovers trope (somewhat?), slightly toxic, use of alcohol, a lil fluff at the end to make up for all the madness lol
word count: 3,887
You never breathed a word to anyone about what happened that night. Losing your virginity to Matt in the back of his minivan on prom night while stoned out of your mind was not something you could exactly go about announcing around the hallways of school. As much as you wanted to let what happened possibly turn into something more between you two, you simply couldn't let one night of passion make you forget the years of anger Matt caused you.
And your feelings were only solidified when you returned to school the next week, and he pretended like you didn’t even exist. He avoided you even more than he would before, and to be fair, you didn’t call or text him over the whole weekend out of sheer embarrassment. But you figured he would at least acknowledge you.
You started to feel incredibly stupid for letting your desires cloud your judgment and wished you could take back everything you did with him. You two never spoke again, as if that night never happened. And it hurt you for a while, until you eventually decided he wasn’t worth the trouble.
But that was two years ago, and this was now.
Now you were taking shots of tito’s back to back like they were water. Zach, the mutual friend that you and Matt shared from school was passing the bottle around, more people coming in and out of the house as the night wore on, the party getting bigger.
You danced in the middle of the living room along with the crowd of bodies, your body moving to the music freely as you tried to let the invasion of memories from prom night out of your mind. The alcohol coursed through your blood, your shyness leaving. You were starting to have a good time and were happy that you hadn’t seen Matt around since he disappeared down the hallway.
Zach comes up to you, leaning down to talk into your ear. He asks how you’re doing and what you’ve been up to since high school. You’re not one for small talk but you don’t want to be rude and start to engage in conversation with him when you hear a voice over the music interrupt you.
“Mind if I steal her from you?”
You turn to see Matt standing there, his eyes briefly travelling up and down your body before greeting Zach.
“Matt! What’s up, where you been? You want a shot?” he says, grabbing his hand in a handshake.
Matt shakes his head and motions to the keys attached to the belt loop of his jeans. “I’m the designated driver tonight.”
You give Matt a dirty look before you allow yourself to check him out. His appearance has changed so much since the last time you saw him. He’s wearing black jeans and a plain t shirt, a backwards hat on his head. He has light stubble on his face, making him look a little bit older. He looked really good.
But you weren’t drunk enough to acknowledge him further, turning back to Zach. “I think I’m gonna go get some fresh air.” You tell him and he barely lets you finish your sentence, grabbing both you and Matt by the shoulder.
“Hey, remember when you guys used to be at each other’s throats every day? It was hilarious.” He slurred, a drunken smile on his face.
You give him a deadpan look, avoiding looking at Matt to see his reaction. You could seriously strangle Zach right now for what he was doing.
“You know what’s hilarious Zach? She was pretending the whole time. I think she was just secretly in love with me.” Matt says and your jaw almost drops to the ground from shock.
 Zach laughs loudly, throwing his head back. “I knew it! Practically everyone in our senior class said the same thing.”
The audacity these men had. You’re absolutely fuming, staring daggers at Matt, a stupid fucking smirk on his face. He knows you’re pissed, and he likes it. Loves it in fact. It satisfies him to no end that he can still get a reaction out of you after all this time. Not to mention, he thought you were incredibly attractive when you were mad.
Before you can fire a good comeback at him, a genius idea pops into your head. The music currently blasting through the large house now switches to an upbeat reggaeton sound, something directly in your element.
The furrow in your brows from the sour look on your face relaxes as it’s replaced with a smile, your eyes lighting up. Matt is a little caught off guard by the way your expression switched up suddenly but tries not to let it show. His arms are crossed, and he raises an eyebrow in curiosity as you speak to him.
“I love this song. Wanna dance?”
“Wait-what? -“ He starts, utterly confused now but you walk past him before he can protest, the fabric of your skirt brushing against his body. He grits his teeth, his heart skipping a beat as he inhales the scent of your perfume. You look back at him over your shoulder, a mischievous look in your eyes.
“Later, Zach.” Matt says, immediately following behind you. Your hips sway as you walk, closer to the dark corner of the room. Your short skirt is skintight, your lace top not leaving much to the imagination. You have on a pair of strappy heels and Matt can’t help but let his eyes linger on the smoothness of your legs and the curve of your ass as he walks behind you.
But he feels as though he’s walking into a trap, your sudden change in behavior a mystery to him. He hasn’t seen you in two years and you seem more mature, more confident in yourself. And given the way you both left things, he’s not sure why you would even give him the time of day.
You reach the corner of the room where it’s a little more private, starting to move your hips in small circles, swaying to the beat of the song. There’s a sultry look in your eyes as you lock eyes with Matt who’s slowly moving towards you. He’s drawn dangerously close to you, a few inches separating you from him. He’s hesitant but watches your body move sensually, your hair falling around your face as you run your hands through it. You look him in the eyes again, grabbing his hands to put them on your waist.
They say revenge is a dish best served cold. And your only intention tonight is to make sure Matt knows exactly who he’s fucked with. There was just no way he was going to show up in your life again and try to make a fool out of you for the second time. You were going to remind him that yes, there’s an unspoken connection between you two, and an electric storm that is created when your bodies mesh with another. But then, you were going to rip it from him, the way that he did to you.
The music vibrates through your body as you guide Matt’s hands across your waist and hips, his lips parted as you have him in a trance. His eyes can’t choose between focusing on your breasts spilling out of your shirt, the sliver of skin peeking out from the hem, showing the curves of your hips or your bare thighs now brushing against him as you move even closer.
Then, you turn around and wrap your arm behind you, across the back of his neck. Your other hand keeps his on the side of your waist. You grind your ass lightly over his crotch, his chest pressed into your back. His head is leaned down by the side of your neck, his warm breathing fanning across your skin.
He moves with you for a minute, immersed in the music and the way your body grinds against him. He feels like its just you and him in this party, addicted to the feeling of you on him like he was the night he had you all to himself in the backseat of his van.
His lips brush lightly over the skin of your neck, and he takes a deep breath in to try and steady himself before things escalate further. “What are you doing, Y/N.” He mumbles into your ear. His fingers press into your hips, his pants tightening from the way your ass is rubbing onto him.
Fuck. It’s taking everything in him right now not to drag you to one of the empty bedrooms and bend you over the mattress so he can fuck your brains out.
You feel him grow hard in his jeans and smile to yourself, your plan going exactly how you wanted it to. You turn around suddenly and wrap your arms around his neck, your lips feathering over his. “I need you…”
It takes him all of thirty seconds to grab your hand and lead you out of the living room, and to the secluded hallway at the other side of the house. He pushes you softly against the wall, placing his arms on either side of your head. There’s a look of desperation on his face that you haven’t seen before.
“Y/N. Listen to me. I know this sounds crazy, but I think about you all the fucking time. I swear, I’ve tried so hard to get you off my mind since that night and I can’t. I- “
“Matt, please. I don’t want to talk about that right now. Just kiss me.” You interrupted and smashed your lips onto his, his shirt fisted in your hands.
What you really want to say is, you’re a liar. If you really meant that, you would’ve talked to me at school. You would’ve let me know how you felt instead of cutting me off. You would’ve acted like a grown man and reached out to me a long time ago.
But that isn’t part of your master plan to manipulate him. You needed him to think you wanted him, to make him feel the way he made you feel for months after you last saw him. You know it’s wrong and petty, but you don’t care. And you couldn’t help the fact that you also secretly enjoyed having his hands on your body again, his lips on yours like they belonged there.
Matt is completely sober but he’s getting lust drunk off the taste of your mouth, your wandering hands over his chest, his abdomen, his hair. Pushing and pulling him into you, and he can feel your pulse pounding a million miles a minute. He could breathe your air forever, could steal your kisses like it’s his favorite crime.
The desire between you two grows and grows, until Matt is convinced he could fuck you against the wall in this hallway right now and not care one bit who saw. But he knows that’s not the right way to do this. He wants you on the bed, so he can lay your body down, and devour you in the way he’s been craving all this time.
He grabs your hips, breaking the kiss and leads you to the nearest closed door, praying that it’s an empty bedroom. The chances are in his favor when he sees no one in the room, a large king-sized bed in the middle. He locks the door behind him, and you throw your arms around his neck again, entrapping his lips on yours once more. He bends down slightly and grabs your ass, lifting you up in the air. Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you over to the bed.
Once he feels the mattress against his legs, he climbs on top, laying you down, his body on yours. He trails soft kisses from your cheek to your neck, his tongue on your hot skin, teeth grazing, leaving goosebumps all over you.
You sigh in pleasure, letting him take over your body like its his. Your determination has been crumbling since he pressed you against that wall, but you fight to keep your head on straight, his mouth now ghosting across your chest as his head dips lower. He tugs your shirt and bra down, revealing your tits to him, nipples hardened from the cool air. He looks up at you, blue eyes burning with fire as he circles his warm tongue around one of them, making you gasp.
He continues, taking extra time and attention to suck, kiss and lick on each of your breasts, his eyes still on yours, leaving your now soaked panties ruined. You can feel his erection pressing into you and when he starts moving his head further south, you wrap your legs around him and grab onto his shoulders so you can flip your bodies around on the bed, this time with you on top of him.
It was time for you to regain control. You pull the top of your shirt back up and he starts to sit up, but you push him down firmly by his shoulders. You grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head as he allows you to undress him. He doesn’t protest and watches as you move down the bed, to settle between his legs. Your hands unbutton his jeans and yank his pants down and off of him. Now he’s only left in his boxers, and you’re still completely dressed.
You lay down on the bed, bringing your face to his crotch and exhaling on his hardness. His abdomen flexes and he clenches his jaw as he watches you tease him, breathing your warm breath onto him and then letting your tongue run over him through the fabric of his boxers.
You press a kiss onto him, your lashes fluttering as you look up at him. “Y/N…” He groans, his hands tangling in your hair. “Don’t fucking tease me.”
You let a sly smile appear on your lips and rub your hands on his thighs. Your fingers curl around the band of his boxers, finally pulling them down so his cock springs out, long, hard, and begging to be taken care of.
He twitches as you press your lips to the tip, saliva leaking out of your mouth and coating him. Then you finally move your head down, taking as much of him as you can into your mouth and your soft hand curling around the base. He moans, holding your hair back as you bob your head up and down, his breathing becoming shallow.
You keep the pace, letting him brush the back of your throat and look at him, his head thrown back against the mattress in ecstasy, knowing he won’t last long at which the rate you’re going.
“Fuck…” He whimpers, letting you push him to that release, your actions feeling way too good to stop you.
You pull your mouth from him, gasping for air and letting your hand continue the motions, squeezing around him with every intention to get him to finish.
“I know baby, let go. It’s okay.” You say, urging him to cum.
But once you speak the words, Matt snaps out of his pleasure, the sentence sounding all too familiar.
“Matt…” You whine, and he presses his forehead to yours, his hands on your lower back, helping you ride him. “I know baby, let go. Its okay.” He says softly and the coil that’s been building for the past 20 minutes since he kissed you, finally releases and warmth floods your body. You moan loudly and feel yourself leaking on his thigh, your hips slowing down.
He grabs your jaw, the expression on his face now hardened. “What do you think you’re doing?” He says, finally catching onto your little plan.
Shit. You really fucked up now. You didn’t think he would recognize the same words, you thought it would be an inside joke only to yourself in your twisted mind. But Matt was smarter than you realized.
You try to play it off though, not wanting to give in. “What do you mean?” You say innocently, batting your eyelashes at him.
He chuckles darkly and snaps his boxers back on, grabbing you by your arms and pulling you up, flipping around so you lay on the bed, on your back again.
Matt had a feeling something was off the moment you asked him to dance but he let his attraction take over and his desire cloud his judgement. And now that he’d figured out what you were trying to do, he was furious. He was mad that you felt the need to mock him, to get back at him. He was mad that he let his stubbornness prevent him from acting like a mature adult and block you out of his mind, of his life.
But most of all, he was mad and at the same time obsessed with the control you had over him, over his body, over his thoughts. He never let anyone dictate his emotions but somehow you had, and right now he wanted to show you who was really in control here. He wanted to show just exactly how much he had missed you.
“Who do you think you’re trying to play with, hm?” He says as he roughly tugs your skirt down your body and off your legs, leaving your heels on. He removes your shirt and bra right after, leaving you shocked in the way he’s managed to get you naked in less than a minute.
You don’t say a word as he pushes your legs open, his thumbs digging into your skin so hard, it hurts. He slots his shoulders in between as he places his wet lips on your stomach, kissing his way down, over your pelvis, and moving to your inner thighs, licking and sucking at the crevices.
It was insane the way Matt could control you with his dominance, the touch of his hands and the feeling of his tongue on your skin. You’ve basically lost your whole course of action in revenge, allowing him to have his way with you.
He’s everywhere except the spot you need him the most, leaving you whimpering and on edge, your hips uncontrollably moving. He smacks your inner thigh, making you cry out from the sting.
“Stop fucking moving. You wanted to play this game, right? Well, let Daddy show you who’s really in control here.” He practically growls and the tone of his voice has your pussy throbbing with need but your heart pounding with anger.
“Fuck you, Matt.” You respond, glaring down at him in between your legs.
He raises his eyebrows in surprise at your defiance, his eyes almost completely black from the way his pupils are blown. His fingertips dig harshly into your skin as he pulls you down even closer to his mouth, and your breath picks up as he traces his lips over your folds, not touching all the way but barely brushing.
He places a gentle kiss to the spot right above your clit, his eyes the complete opposite of soft as he looks up at you. He kisses once more and then dips down to lick one swipe through you only to move away, his tongue on your inner thigh again.
The teasing is almost too much, making you whine and squirm under him. He smirks at your reaction, satisfied with the way he’s gotten you worked up. He licks through you again, his tongue strong and warm and circles around your hole before pulling away once more, kissing the side of your lips.
“Say you want me.” He breathes against your skin, looking at you again.
You don’t answer him and he runs one finger through your folds, massaging lightly before pulling away seconds later.
“Say you want me. And I’ll give you what you need baby.” He’s looking at you with expectancy, hoping you’ll give in because as much as he’s enjoying teasing you, he wants nothing more than to please you.
You could almost cry from how mean he’s being, and grit your teeth, your eyes continuing to give him dirty looks. No fucking way you’re giving in this easily.
“I said… Fuck. You.”
There’s a brief moment of silence and heated looks exchanged before he suddenly gets up, standing at the end of the bed and then reaches up to drag you by your ankles to the edge where he is, wrapping your legs around his waist.
He would’ve had you cumming on his tongue, thighs around his face as you shook, swallowing every last drop.
“You’re gonna regret that.” He simply says and pulls his dick out only to push it into you with no warning, bottoming out as his hips connect with yours.
You cry aloud from the feeling, and you’re seeing stars as Matt drives himself into you over and over, hard. You’re moaning along with him, your head thrown back against the mattress. He watches as he slips in and out of you, the blissful look of pleasure on your face, a sight he could replay in his head for the rest of his life.
He wraps one hand around your neck, squeezing a little, making you clench around him from the feeling of arousal it gives you. The anger pours out of both of you, mixing with pleasure until it turns into something else, something you two have been holding back for a long time. This is nothing like the last time. In the van, it was sweet, innocent and new. But now it was dirty, hot and desperate.
The sounds of your bodies against each other fill the room, the wetness you make as he thrusts into you like music to his ears. He tells you how sexy you are, how good you take him, how much he loves to have you like this. Dripping down his cock, body quivering and throat raw from screaming out his name.
You both claim to hate each other but somehow ended up in this position for the second time. As you reach your release together, he lays closer over the top of you, burying his face in your neck. You hold him, nails scratching down his back as you cum around him, and you feel the throbbing of his cock as he finishes inside you. He stays there for a minute as you both calm down and he’s whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
Matt drove you home that night, after taking his brothers home first of course. Everyone assumed what you two were doing when you disappeared from the party and Chris and Nick giggled in the car, making fun of you two, much to Matt’s annoyance.
He kissed you good night. He called the next day, and the next, and the next. He checked up on you, sent flowers to your house when you weren’t expecting, he even brought you lunch to your job when you were having a particularly rough day. He made up for all the lost time.
You both had many discussions about the past. You forgave him for what happened, and it made you happy to finally say you didn’t hate Matthew Sturniolo after all. You were actually deeply, head over heels, in love with him.
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slut4sugu · 1 year ago
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— PRETTY LIL THING ! [𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜] 𝐄!𝟒𝟐 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
including: aged up!characters, mutual pining, spanish, cursing, slight stalking, protective miles
genre: fluff/suggestiveness
summary: miles has seen you around the school and has taken a liking to your sweet and sarcastic nature oh..and your very pretty face
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🎸: 𝐃𝐨���’𝐭-𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫
You’ve heard about the prowler before and even sworn you saw him a couple rooftops away from your house one time. Though you never would’ve thought that the violent individual would be crushing on you. “So you’re telling me that you would rather go out with Jordans hoe ass than Miles Tasha?” Your friend Kali asked, eyes glancing over to the teen who was sittin in his assigned seat busy taking notes even well after class was over, before glancing back at the light skin girl who sat in front of her. “Listennn, Miles is fine but he kinda scary tho.” She explained, fixing her claw clip that held her Mirco braids before looking down at her now lit up Lock Screen, “Besides I just got a text from jordannnn.” She giggled, quickly picking up her phone before getting lost in messages. Kali rolled her eyes, before shifting in her seat to talk to you. “What about you tho girl? Last time i checked your into scary lil boys.” She teased, twirling a curled braid around her manicured finger.
You rolled your eyes at the darkskinned girl, before taking in a glance at Miles. You never really talked to him but, Tasha wasn’t wrong he was definitely fine, his braids complimented his already handsome features. He had nice eyes too.. and his forearms were- you looked up for a second admist in your thoughts only to catch his eyes staring into your brown ones. Instead of looking away you smiled softly, waving at the boy. Your heart rate accelerating when he waved back, a small small smile causing your heart to melt. Only to hear Kali going “No fucking way he waved at you.” Causing your eyes to widen as you wiped your head around to scold your friend for being so loud, though not being able to help the slight smile tugging at your lips when you heard his faint snicker. ‘ I’ve never seen miles smile before..that shit was cute as fuck-‘ you thought to yourself. “My god Kali! Didn’t I tell your ass to stop being so loud?!” You whisper shouted, before quickly gathering your books realizing the next period is about to start. “My bad, but its not every day you see that mothafucker smile.” She said defensively, you rolled your eyes in response though you agreed with her in your head.
You tapped Tasha on her shoulder, snapping her out of her lovey dovey trance. “Oh shit, thanks y/n. Bro Jordan is actually a sweetheart yall gotta hear what he just sent me, ‘was the sweetest fuckin thing.” You and Kali looked at each other with the “this bitch finna talk about ‘her man’ all 4th period” face. “Mhm I bet it was Tash.” You said dryly, before putting your supplies and phone in your tote bag standing up quickly as you looked at the clock. “Now cmon yall, I wanna get sum from the vending machine before 4th! Hurry up, cmon!”
Miles watched as he saw you pull both of your friends out the door, the white bow that was clipped to your ponytail finally became visible as you three left the classroom. “Niña bonita.” he muttered to himself with a small smirk, before packing his own things up as he got ready to leave.
✮. Now onto headcannnons!
[🕷]after that small encounter, miles would start to make note of your paths home and schedules as to not put you in any danger in future missions
[🕷] since you both would have 2nd and 4th period together, when your friends weren’t there that day or with ‘they’re mans’ you would pair up with miles for anything. Which surprised almost half the class since miles usually kept to himself and scared off any one who needed a partner to rather work by themselves.
[🕷] once you two started to pair up more small talk started, which turned into sitting with him at lunch, which then turned into letting him walk you home
[🕷] Miles would always look out for you a well, whether it be reminding you of deadlines, or scaring off any dickheads who wanted to take advantage of you. Which you thought was hot, how he scared people off without having to do anything
[🕷] after a while you started to have feelings for miles, which he knew and thought it was cute how you always denied it when he would flirt with you, though whenever you saw a girl show interest in him you would roll your eyes and yet mind your business only to have the biggest smile when he would eventually turn her down.
[🕷] Since of course miles liked you too he wanted to tell you how he felt but he thought about the danger he could put you in if you found out who he really was. Would you run away? Never talk to him again? Report him to the police? He couldn’t bear think of a day were he couldn’t see your pretty smile. So he distanced himself.
[🕷] He noticed how you would become more quiet in class, your usual bubbly star student attitude gone as you would now just sit in the back of the class your head down not saying a word. Your wardrobe growing more dull, your usual softcore style turning into just hoodies and sweats
[🕷] He started to worry about you, following you home became a normal thing. Ensuring you didnt get taken or hurt by anything or anyone.
[🕷] Then finally heart shattered, when he saw you about to go up to him before meeting his gaze and turning around. He couldn’t take it, he rather tell you who he is rather than just shut you out. So thats exactly what he did, not bothering to tell his uncle Aron.
He caught you on your way home one day, coming out of an alleyway scaring you in the process. “Shit- wait..Miles? What are you-what do you want.” You asked firmly, despite your eyes starting to water slightly at the sight of merely seeing his face. “Look, angel I- the only reason I iced you out like that is to protect you. You don’t know who I am or what I’m associated with. And the last fuckin thing i want is to put you in danger.” You looked into his eyes, seeing if he meant what he said. “What are you talking about miles? Your not dangerous, or scary or nothing like that. I don’t care about whatever those weird ass clowns call you at vision. I care about you.” You explained, walking up to him. Your eyes starting to wobble as he backed up in response, “You don’t understand-“ “Then tell me Miles!” You shouted, tears finally spilling from your waterline. Causing the brown skinned teen’s face to fall into guilt, “Tell me why I can’t be with the one person who I love so damn much-“ “I’m the prowler.”
He did it. Your gonna run away. Why aren’t you running? Get away from here-You took another step and quickly wrapped your arms round his torso. Hugging him tight as you buried your face in his chest, “I don’t care about that miles, I just said i fucking lo-“ You felt two strong forearms wrap around your lower back, “I heard you ma, ‘love you too. But you shouldn’t be-“ You squeezed him tighter, “I’m staying miles, I don’t care who you are. I’m staying with you.” He chuckled, resting his chin ontop of your head. “Fine then, but stop wearin hoodies unless its mine. You look prettier in skirts and shit.” You giggled, pulling back from the embrace to look up at him. “Fine, only if you kiss me like you’ve missed me.” Your eyes flickered from his lips back up to his dark brown eyes, with a smug smile plastered on your lips.
“your a lucky pretty lil thing..givin me a run for my fuckin money.”
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sehyunie23 · 4 months ago
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Huwag Muna Tayong Umuwi - (BINI Mikha)
A night is commonly linked to the time where people rest or time where work ends. Countless hours passed and many if not almost all of the people were either fatigued or stressed from school and their everyday lives. Though normal for the eyes of some, all of us can't deny the repetition sometimes makes our life bland.
“Bilisan mo YN !!! Matra-trapik tayo!” Mikha said as she ushered him to hurry up because of the scary traffic of Manila, reasonable reasoning tho…
But not these two people named YN and Mikha whose energy is recharged when they are together, talking through their phones, or even just sending some random photos while chatting their day. They can't see each other everyday because of life constrictions, but today, this is a rare day where Mikha and YN can meet and date.
“Sandali lang! Excited ka naman masyado,” YN released a chuckle which also made Mikha whine like a baby. A sight to behold for YN though as the way her eyes squint and nose scrunches every whine she is doing, an uncontrollable force got over him and slowly, his hands connected to her soft cheek like a marshmallow and pillow.
“Ano ginagawa mo?! Huyyy!!! Ako lang to!” Mikha said to YN as the man just giggled at her reaction while unbeknownst to him is that this is one way how Mikha deals with the flutterness in her heart. 
Mikha fanned herself as she went out of the house she is living in, meaning YN is there to pick her up for her date. The couple were busy with their own career in life, hobbies, and friends but this day is a special day for them.
YN arranged something for fun that will surely make Mikha happy and destress from the negative outlets that surround her. The girl group Mikha belongs in, BINI is garnering popularity these days which they do truly deserve but on the opposite side, haters will also hate.
With their simple outing, YN aims to boost her happiness to the roof, supporting Mikha in her activities, as well in her dream to perform and make people happy.
“Bilis mo naman maglakad Mikha,”  YN voiced out as he saw Mikha have created a distance between them as she walked out first. Mikha looked back and saw her partner walking to her, she smiled and chuckled as she stopped and awaits for the man who she loves.
“Hindi ako mabilis, ikaw lang tong mabagal,” Mikha chuckles and when YN caught up with her, he stretched his right arm and slowly enveloped Mikha in a hug of security and warmth.
“Clingy ah~,” Mikha said and booped YN's nose and the man scrunched it as a response.
“Sulitin mo na, hindi na kita papakawalan,” YN smirked while Mikha laughed loudly and slapped YN's shoulder repeatedly as she found this cringy, yet so beautiful to hear.
“Sabi mo, panindigan mo,” Mikha sternly said to YN and the man nodded and pecked her crown.
“Of course. Not gonna let go of that promise alright,” YN assured Mikha and while the girl already knows this, it's relieving for her to hear that they are committed to this relationship.
Although young and still have many paths to walk on, YN and Mikha try their best to be the leaning shoulder for each one. Remove the celebrity title for today as today, they are just a normal couple who is sharing mutual feelings.
“Saan na tayo nito? Masarap yakap pero gusto ko parin umalis,” Mikha spoke out in a teasing manner, making YN playfully roll his eyes which popped a nerve in Mikha's head.
“Ah ganon… sige wag na pala,” Mikha began to sulk, making the one who initiates the joke plead in for forgiveness. Y/n uses any words that can dilly-dally the mind of Mikha and make her calm down but when in reality, Mikha is always calm and a great actor, she can also actually make YN fluster like right now.
A couple of minutes passed of YN soothing Mikha, the girl gave in and laughed at YN whose mind is a mess from the jumbling of the right words he will use for his (pretending to be) sulky girlfriend.
YN then led Mikha to his car to start their date.
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For the first itinerary of this date, YN brought Mikha to a volleyball match between rival colleges in the capital city. Mikha was beyond happy and was excited to watch a sport that she loved so much. Fun fact, Mikha was a volleyball player and a sporty girl!
YN bought the ticket and as soon as they entered the main hall of the arena, the energetic crowd greeted them, also pumping the adrenaline and excitement inside of their body.
Mikha was giddy from the time she entered and took a seat that was designated to her then, the game started.
The two teams rally and score with the spikes of their own, some points are from aces, and some are from the blocks of the tall players who are guarding at the net.
The ball alternated its court as it was being hit by the players. Watching a game of volleyball never disappoints as there is no such thing as a big lead, as long as you have the determination to win, you can win. 
Also, supporters of each school showed up as they nearly filled the arena to its full capacity. Mikha, who loves the game, was in bliss and her passion also comes out by saying something like; “Ay! Sayang!!!” or “YN, kaya ko kaya ma-spike yun?” Mikha’s emotion was in the game as well as like she was playing with the players in the court.
Set by set, each school got two each and now they are fighting for the 3rd set win. Only needing 15 points instead of 25, the fight just got fiercer. 
The last set commenced with the two teams rallying like crazy, literally diving for the ball at all cost just to set their team to attack. YN and Mikha were on the edge of their seats, while neither of them picked a team to support, the game itself will drag you to its intensity.
Two teams, the yellow team and the green team were fighting head to head until the libero of the green team miscalculated the trajectory of the ball, missing it and it also means that Yellow team has a point.
Mikha exhaled while holding YN's hand, fully immersed in the game they were watching.
“I-kalma mo Mikha, kulang nalang ikaw na pumalo ng bola eh,” YN used this opportunity to joke and his girlfriend just hugged him tightly with her eyes still on the court.
“Ay nako YN, papakitaan talaga kita pag ako naglaro,” Mikha said.
*whistle*
Game point, Yellow team served the ball to the opposite side of the court and green team received it and set up with a shot of its own. The setter of the green team throws the ball in the air and one, two people faked before the third person struck the ball but the yellow team saw this coming as the tall blockers blocked the shot, signifying the green team loses the game.
The players from the yellow team celebrated while the players from the green team motivated each other up and in the end, the sportsmanship prevailed as the players from both teams lined up in the net and greeted each other for a nice game.
Mikha on the other hand cheered loudly as the magnificent game had a magnificent ending, she jumped happily while YN just watched his girl with a smile while being happy and enjoying her time.
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“Saan mo nanaman ako dadalhin?” Mikha asked, a little bit annoyed with YN but the man just shrugged it off.
“Basta magugustuhan mo yung lugar,” YN assured but Mikha continued to protest.
“Ih~ sige na! Sabihin mo na please~,” Mikha hugged YN’s arm and showed him the smile and cute face she can show but tonight, YN’s control of flutterness with Mikha is quite strong.
Mikha sees that any effort she does will not end in something she wants, she just lets YN drag her to the place. Though Mikha could assume something because they are already at BGC, maybe it will be a lovely dinner or bar hopping around the city.
YN held Mikha’s hand as they walked under the moon and stars who are floating above the vast emptiness of the horizon, also passing by the cars and other people who are exploring the city just like them. The city is not bustling anymore as many were not working, making this a more peaceful time for everyone.
As silence falls between them, the feeling of comfort strengthens as their hands are holding each other for warmth. A night in the Philippines is normally hot, but that didn't stop YN and Mikha from going out as the fire inside their hearts is far more important than just the hot weather. The warmth, love, and tranquillity they feel when they are together is far more beneficial not only for themselves, but also for the love they are still building.
The couple eventually reached BGC high street where a park with scattered vendors selling a variety of items was seen. Y/n turned to Mikha at this point and the latter also looked at him.
“Ikaw na masusunod. Saan mo gusto?” YN said and asked Mikha as the girl began to think. Though Mikha thought that YN had a plan, she smiled cheekily rather than being disappointed.
“Wala kang plano noh~,” Mikha teased while YN nodded, guilty as he had been caught.
“Yes. Nahuli mo ko,” YN chuckled as Mikha did the same. The girl didn't have to think long though as dinner immediately went inside her mind.
“Edi kumain na tayo, gabi narin naman,” Mikha said. YN nodded in agreement with her plan.
“Alright, saan mo gusto?” YN asked but Mikha suddenly pulled his arms and now, it's her turn to drag someone.
“Alam ko na kung saan, hehe~,” Mikha said happily while YN shook his head at her with a smile.
Mikha walked with YN beside her and they arrived at this restaurant which has a nice minimalist ambiance. The girl pointed to the restaurant and YN just shrugs but agrees to her suggestion.
The two entered the restaurant and were greeted by a waiter who also guided them to their seats. Come to the time they were ordering, Mikha was struggling on what food to eat as the menu of the restaurant looked so good, her eyes shifted to every dish name written.
YN saw how focused her girlfriend is at looking at the menu, making him release a chuckle, also loud enough to be heard by Mikha.
“Gusto ko kainin lahat!” Mikha whined, making YN laugh again.
“Bumalik nalang tayo dito para sa iba, pili ka nalang ng pinaka-gusto mo ngayon,” YN said as Mikha pouts but nodded.
“Sabi mo yan ah,” Mikha said, reassuring that YN will bring her back to the restaurant they are in.
“Sabihin mo lang kelan ka libre, dadalhin kita dito kahit pagod ako, para sayo, para lang makita ngiti mo,” YN said, adding his uhm… words.
“Huy!!! Ano sinasabi mo!” Mikha cringed at this and laughed at her partner who said the cheesiest line this evening, but even though that line is cringy, the adoration she felt for him just grew.
“Hehehe,at least napatawa kita,” YN said as Mikha just scrunched her nose but agreed with him.
“Sige~ oh, order na tayo ah?” Mikha with a smile asked and YN called the attention of one of the waiters to take their order.
YN and Mikha ate peacefully while throwing some topics in the mix, also using the time to catch up with each other's life and feelings.
Their dinner was a success as both of them were satisfied with the taste of the food they ordered. Paying and leaving the restaurant, the night was now late and the people outside in this city were lessened.
YN and Mikha walked around as winds hit their skin, cooling them off from the remnants of the heat left by the sun. Sitting at a bench, Mikha suddenly babbles with the air, making YN look at him weirdly.
“Ano ginagawa mo Mikha,” YN scooted closer and hugged his girlfriend. Mikha, who was now looking at the sky leaned her head at YN's chest and began to hum.
“Kinakausap ko lang yung langit, sinabi ko sana wag matapos yung araw na ito,” Mikha muttered. YN hummed and began to play with Mikha's hair.
“Bakit naman?” YN asked.
“Gusto ko lagi gento, magkasama tayo sa ilalim ng buwan, masaya, tahimik, nakikita ka,” Mikha said and slowly tightened her hug at YN.
“Hindi man lagi, pero sisikapin. Darating din yung araw na iyon Mikha,” YN said.
“Huwag muna tayong umuwi YN,” Mikha said softly.
“Heh, wala rin akong balak pa. Gusto pa kitang makasama,” YN said to her girlfriend. 
YN and Mikha then let the night pass by while hugging each other in the presence of comfort and warmth. Midnight arrived and that means a new day, but for the two, there is no early or late in the day as they are together, feeling the love they entrusted with each other.
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shwoyo · 5 months ago
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hello, i saw your reqs open and i wanted to ask if you could do a seokmin x reader where reader is a shy person who always listens and when they meet seokmin and he listens to their rambling and yeah, thnks in advance! :)
hi anon! thank you for requesting <3 i'm sorry this is kinda rushed + i kinda wasn't able to show readers shy demeanor lol, but i hope you like it!
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comfortable with you. — lee seokmin x reader
; fluff, little angst, comfort – warnings: like 1 cuss word – wc: 1,481
note: first req ever, kinda nervous 😅i kindaa rushed it in the end,,, im sorry. BUT ANYWAYS!! i enjoyed writing this! i had so many thoughts on how i wanted to go with this, but stuck with this (kind of) short one. I hope you guys will enjoy this teww! not my best work tho
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you love listening to people talking. you've always let people do the talking while you do the listening; its been in your nature since ever. they would talk, and you would hum in agreement or dispute, sometimes speaking your own thoughts. but sometimes, you wish you could just spill your unsaid thoughts to someone. but you can't, for some reason.
your junior year has started, new school supplies, new acquaintances, and, of course, a new seatmate. every first day of school always makes you nervous; everything is new, and by that you'd always have to introduce yourself; you hated it.
standing outside your new classroom with your other classmates, the teacher announced that she had already assigned the seating plan. you were kind of grateful, as you quite literally don't know anybody here; you got separated from your friend.
Ms. Shin, your teacher was calling your classmates one by one, then called your name, "next, l/n y/n!" you went up to her. "you'll be sitting next to lee seokmin, he's over there by the window, third row" she stated. you went in the classroom and walked to your seat, which is beside seokmin, your new seatmate. he sat at the aisle part, which left you sitting next to the window, and you were grateful for it.
you sat down and settled your bag behind your chair. honestly, you were pretty nervous because, for the first time, your seatmate was a guy. you were always seated next to girls for some reason.
"hi! i'm lee seokmin. but you can call me seokmin, or any nickname you can think of," he spoke. you quickly turned your head in his direction and just nodded, turning your head to look at the board in front. 'he's so... pretty,' you thought to yourself. it took a second until he spoke again, "what about you? what's your name?" he asked, and you turned to look at him again, quickly realizing that you haven't introduced yourself. "oh, i'm sorry! i'm l/n y/n sorry, did i come off as rude?" you replied, your voice lowering as you spoke. "ah, no, no! it's okay!" he giggled as he responded, waving his hands as a sign that it really is okay. "i'm sorry again," you said, voice low almost like a whisper. "no, i assure you it's fine! everyone gets nervous at the first day of school, even me," he stated. you just nodded, turning your head to look at your table.
your face was red in embarrassment, so much for a first impression with someone who will be next to you your whole junior year. you wished the floor could just eat you whole.
months into 11th grade, everyday was a struggle. there were new activities every week, mostly by partners, and you were grateful that in each partner activity, seokmin was your partner. seokmin is the most perfect partner you could ask for; he was always ready and always listened to the instructions of the activity given. you were so grateful for him; you probably wouldn't have survived first term without him.
right now, on a thursday afternoon, you and seokmin were at the library doing the essay activity given by your english teacher, a 15k word essay covering the important events and creations that happened during the renaissance, the deadline being monday. you were trying so hard not to cry as you were stuck on your third paragraph, the whole essay only having 487 words. usually you were quick with this; you love english, you always scored high on the subject. but right now, you were just not motivated enough to write properly.
"Hey, you okay there?" seokmin spoke up, noticing your distraught expression. you only hummed to his question. he was already making it easy for you; he has suggested that we should write 7,500 words each on our part to sum up the 15,000 so it would be easy. you felt bad as you were writing your part so... poorly. "we can take a break if you're stuck," seokmin suggested, "uhm, maybe i'll try to continue mine and you take a break. i wanna at least try and finish this third paragraph," you stated. "hmm, i think no!" he said cheerfully. seokmin closed his laptop, then yours. you looked at him in shock, but he just grabbed your arm, forcing you to stand up, then pulling you towards the door of the library. "s-seokmin! hey! what about our things?" you whisper-shout, "don't worry, we'll be quick!" he replied.
you kinda got used to this; whenever seokmin sensed that you were struggling or stressed, he would always do something to distract you until you were feeling okay. this time, he was pulling you in the hallways of the school, towards the exit, and then walked towards the ice cream stand near the school gate. "hello! can i get one vanilla ice cream and one chocolate ice cream? both no toppings!" seokmin said, the vendor nodded and made his order, "seokmin, i didn't bring my wallet with me." you stated, "its okay! its on me," he replied "no, i'll just pay you when we go back to the library," you said, "nu-uh, this is on me. i won't accept your payment," seokmin responded.
he's always like this. he does something nice for you, but whenever you offer to do something in return, he denies it. this is what you like about him, like as in platonically... yeah, platonically.
few more months in junior year, and your feelings towards seokmin kept growing, not platonically. you tried to deny your feelings, but every time you do, he does something that just makes your heart flutter.
and surprisingly enough, you've gotten so comfortable with him that each time you talked, you openly said your thoughts, even you shocked yourself. but, you still weren't comfortable enough to spill your deepest thoughts and rambles, rants you wish you'd said to the person who stressed your thoughts.
still, you were more than happy to be able to finally openly speak your thoughts, even if it weren't your deepest thoughts that hurt you. you were okay with this, you think.
but one day during the last 2 weeks of junior year, you were fed up. the world just kept testing and testing you, and you were so tired and just needed to rant, specifically to seokmin.
"and it's just... so fucking tiring! i don't get why they won't do their part. it's almost the end of the school year, and they're acting like this?! i'm just so..." you couldn't finish your sentence as you started to sob. seokmin looked at you with sad eyes, it hurts him to see you like this. 'why couldn't your group mates just do their job properly?' he thought. you sobbed harder as you thought about your uncooperative group mates, then seokmin hugged you.
it was the first time he physically touched you like this; usually he would tap your shoulder, pat your head, or pull your arm when he wants to show something, but hugging you? this was definitely new. but you were too tired to be shocked.
"mhm, i understand y/n." seokmin stated, you sobbed harder than before. for years in your life, you just wanted to hear those words—that someone understood you. you were always the one to listen; you never had the chance to be the one to rant as you grew used to listening. seokmin patted your back, still hugging you. it was so comforting; you wished you could stay there forever.
from that day on, you knew that you were super comfortable with seokmin. he's the person you trust your thoughts with the most. not a day goes by where you had to keep your thoughts to yourself anymore; you had seokmin, and he had you, of course. he was there for you, and you were there for him.
the feeling of finally being able to speak up about your deepest, unsaid thoughts and rants was so refreshing. of course, the more comfortable you got with him, the more your feelings grew too.
it was on recognition day when you had the courage to finally spill your heart out to seokmin. you were very nervous, but the funny thing was he beat you to it. he confessed first, leaving you shocked. of course you informed him that the feeling is mutual.
you were happy; he was too. your heart was so happy you felt like it would explode. you never have thought that you would find love this early in your life, especially with your old behavior of being shy. but seokmin was there, he was there for you in so many ways. he saved your heart and mind by letting you pour your unsaid rambles to him, and you were so grateful for him, for seokmin, who was now your lover 'till end.
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fairy-writes · 6 months ago
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THE STORY OF US
Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!
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Fandom(s): Bungou Stray Dogs
Pairing(s): Dazai Osamu x Reader
Word Count: 4k (PLS READ, I’M BEGGING YOU)
Genre(s)/Tag(s): Pretty Heavy AU (idk what to call it tho), Female!Reader, Time Traveler!Reader, Time Traveler!Dazai, Reader is shorter than Dazai
Taglist: @underthetree845 | @nezuko-kamado-cute-demon
Notes: I don’t know what I’m doing
VERY HEAVILY RIVER SONG INSPIRED (find my quotes lol)
I might write part two from the Reader’s POV (don’t get your hopes up tho, I’m notoriously bad with writing part two to things, but if I get requests I’m more likely to do it!)
I just now realized that the title is also a Taylor Swift song, but I don’t wanna change it
Also, I’m just saying this now, this is not every scene I had in mind. A lot of scenes got cut for my sanity. 
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Osamu first discovered he could time jump when he was eleven. 
It had been an accident, really. Well, maybe not a complete accident. Osamu wanted to escape everything—his parents' arguing, their fights. But, of course, he had nowhere to go. As an eleven-year-old boy, there wasn’t anywhere that would hire him. He had no other family that wasn’t across the other side of the world. 
He was completely and utterly alone. 
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The shouting was reaching its peak. Osamu shoved his pillow further over his head as if trying to suffocate himself as his mother screamed something at his father. Something about his lies. 
Ha. If only she knew how much Osamu lied. 
Lied about his day at school. (Anything to get her off his back.)
Lied about having friends. (Anything to make them not suspicious.)
Lied about everything. 
The screaming grated on his ears through the pillow, and he ground his teeth until his mouth hurt. 
Couldn’t they just shut up? 
Couldn’t they just go away?
Suddenly, something was different. Osamu felt a tugging in his stomach. It was as if someone wrapped a string around his middle and yanked. Almost like he was being squeezed out of a tube of toothpaste.
And then he could hear… water? The sounds of a river that should not be audible even through the open window. Did they even live near a river?
Osamu peeked out from the pillow over his head and was blinded by sunlight. He sat up and realized his pajamas were covered in scalding hot sand. Golden sand stretched for miles and miles, a long twisting river just visible in the distance. On the horizon, he saw pyramids being erected high into the sky. 
What the hell?
And the rest was quite literally history.
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December 31st, 1925
New York City
The air was cold. Snow fell in flakes as Osamu watched the snow fall outside the bar, nursing a whiskey on the rocks as he paid no mind to anyone around him. He had aged since his first trip through time. Though he could never remember how old he was. He looked to be in his early twenties, but everyone looked so different in different time periods, so he could’ve been thirty, and that would’ve made sense. 
“Mind if I sit?” Comes a sweet voice. He looks to his left and sees you. 
You’re dressed to the nines in a silver slip flapper dress with black beads decorating the length of the gown. Your hair was cut in a neat bob, a feather headband decorating the up-do. The kohl around your eyes only accentuates the pretty color. 
Osamu plasters a grin across his features, and you shift. He gestures grandly to the stool beside him, 
“I could do with a gorgeous woman’s company.” He quips, and you laugh good-naturedly before sliding onto the stool beside him. He can feel your warmth through the woolen fabric of his suit coat, and he takes a sip of liquid courage, suddenly feeling somewhat hesitant to talk to you.
There was something about you. Like you knew all Osamu’s secrets already. 
You lean your cheek on the palm of your hand, smiling with ruby-red lips and brilliant teeth that were ahead of their time. 
That should’ve been his first clue. 
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Where are we at now?” You muse, and he frowns as he sips at his whiskey. This was one of the only bars that still sold alcohol through the prohibition. 
“Sorry, I’ve never seen you before in my life.” He says, and you cock your head, eyebrow raised, as you pick at the seams of your silken gloves. You abruptly stop picking and reach into your clutch purse that rested in your lap, pulling out a worn notebook he didn’t recognize. It was well-loved, with pictures stuffed in between the pages. 
“So we haven’t done France yet?”
“France?” You lean back giddily and hold your notebook to your chest.
“What a night that was! Dancing in front of the Eiffel Tower? That ring a bell?” Osamu shakes his head. 
He had yet to go to France. In all his time jumping, he hadn’t seen the point in going to France,  much less the City of Love. 
Now it was your turn to frown, flipping through your little notebook, and he spies neat handwriting in various languages. English. Japanese. German. Latin. And were those Egyptian hieroglyphs? All throughout the pages, he spies his picture scattered across the ink.
Just who were you?
And why do you have all those pictures and drawings of him?
“What about picnicking at Versailles?” 
Another shake. Another page turned.
“The Titanic? What a messy time that was!”
“What is that?” He eventually asks, and you quickly flip it shut before he can actually read anything. 
“Spoilers.” You say quickly, and when he arches an eyebrow, you sigh, call the bartender over, and order a glass of champagne. The two of you wait in silence until you get your drink. Eventually, you speak after you’ve downed half of your champagne flute. “It’s all of our adventures. Time travel gets complicated, doesn’t it?”
As soon as he connects the dots, Osamu is floored. 
Another time traveler? He thought he was the only one!
It’s clear you pick up on what he is thinking because your face falls. You look heartbroken. As if he just ripped your heart out of your chest and smashed it into a million pieces. As if you were a lonesome star falling from the sky and drowning in the sea.
“You truly don’t have any idea who I am, do you?” Osamu shrugs, 
“Who are you?”
Osamu didn’t know it was possible, but you looked even more upset. Tears welled up in your waterline and smudged your kohl as it dripped down your cheeks. You swallow thickly and sniffle, pulling a handkerchief from your clutch to dab at your watery eyes and ruined makeup.
For whatever reason, Osamu feels his heart ache. 
“I suppose this was bound to happen sometime.” You say eventually, and he looks over at you from where he had just downed the last of his whiskey. You’re leaning both of your arms on the counter, running a finger around the rim of your champagne glass.
“What do you mean?” He asks, and you huff, look at him out of the corner of your eye, and your finger stops
“We always meet out of order. Hence, the diary. But… I just never expected it to hurt this much.” You sniffle again, and Osamu realizes he wants to make it better. He realizes he doesn’t like to see you cry. 
But he doesn’t even know you!
Why should he care if you cried or not?
“If it’s any consolation… I’m sorry…” He says quietly, and you bark out a laugh,
“There’s nothing to be sorry for! I suppose this is just a chance for me to get to know the younger you.” You sniffle, but that bright smile that makes his heart race lights up your face once again. You seem to think something over before standing and offering Osamu a hand.
“Care to walk with me?” You tease him with a flirty wink, and he finds himself unable to say no. 
So, as the clock chimes closer and closer to midnight, the two of you leave the bar, with you each paying for your respective drinks. Osamu offered to buy yours as an added apology, but you just patted his shoulder with a knowing smile and said, “I know you’re awful with money.”
Which… You weren’t wrong. 
Just how much did you know about him?
How much had he told you in the future?
You walk next to him, bundled up in a trench coat not unlike his own and with your hands stuffed in your pockets. Osamu pulls his own (matching) trench coat over his suit coat and slacks and follows you out into the sprinkling snow. You both walk side by side in a surprisingly comfortable silence. At least until you hear people counting down in the streets.
10…
You blink and turn to look at him.
“What day is it again?” You ask, and he looks up at the snow.
“December 31st, 1925.” He replies, and you gape in surprise.
9…
“Y’know, I’ve never celebrated New Year's with time travel and all. Never even had a New Year's kiss.” You muse, watching couples get together on the streets.
8…
“Would you like one?” Osamu blurts, and you nearly trip in surprise. Osamu almost follows suit when you stop abruptly to look at him with wide eyes.
7…
“But you don’t even know me.” You say hesitantly, but you turn to face him nonetheless. He finds himself smiling, a soft, genuine sort of smile.
When was the last time he smiled like this?
6…
“I’m giving my future self the benefit of the doubt and trusting his judgment.” He teases, and you relax, hanging your head with a soft giggle. But you don’t pull away when he slowly pulls you in close to him.
5…
Your coat flaps open, and he sees his father’s initials stitched on the side and realizes you don’t just have matching coats—you have the exact same coat.
When did he give that to you? He swore he’d never give it up to remind himself to never return home!
4…
Your soft arms around his neck catch his attention, and you’re suddenly much closer, standing on your tiptoes in your kitten heels.
3…
His arms pull you close by your hips, and he leans down.
2…
Your noses brush.
1…
The kiss is like the fireworks going off above him. His eyes flutter close, and he pulls you impossibly closer. Your lips are soft with the lipstick, and he doesn’t care that it’s likely stained on his mouth.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
The kiss deepens, and you soak up his affection greedily. Like you had been waiting for this forever. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close oh so tenderly. 
Like a puzzle piece being fit into place, his heart sang like a choir in a church.
Were you what he was missing all this time?
Could he finally have this?
Could he—
BANG! BANG! BANG!!
You jolt and fall to the ground as a car screeches around a corner and out of sight.
What?
What happened?
Osamu looks down and feels his heart stop.
You’re crumpled against the cement, blood seeping out of bullet holes in your abdomen. Your dress is ruined. But that doesn’t matter.
Osamu falls to his knees, not caring about the cold, wet concrete soaking his slacks. He pulls your upper half into his lap and applies pressure. You cry out and push his hands away.
“I need to put pressure on your injury. Hold still for me, love.” He whispers to you and turns to where people are still celebrating. “AMBULANCE! SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!” He cries, but they’re so wrapped up in their excitement that they don’t hear him.
Your hand touches his face, and he looks down to see you giving him a bloody smile. Crimson leaks from your mouth, and he can tell that you don’t have long.
“Hold on—Hold on, I’ll get a doctor—I’ll—” He stammers in an attempt to calm you (himself) down, and you just spit up blood in a choked laugh.
“We both know I’m not going to survive this.” You wheeze, and he can see the color draining from your face as you lose blood and warmth.
“Then I’ll jump back in time! Time can be rewritten!” You cut him off abruptly with more strength than he thought you had.
“Not those times. Not one line. Don’t you dare.” You say, hand falling to grip his hand as tightly as you could muster.
“But you’re dying.” He says, unable to explain why his heart is breaking to pieces inside his chest. You cough once more and smile that brilliant smile that he finds that he loves so much.
“It’s not over for you. You’ll see me again. You’ve got all of that to come.” You slur your words at this point, and he grits his teeth. Your hand goes weak in his, and he holds it even tighter. 
“You and me. All those adventures all over time. You watch us run!” You whisper, and he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead just as you close your eyes.
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117 AD
Rome, Italy
The crowd roars louder than Osamu has ever heard it. Bored, he watches as gladiators fight in the ring. The arena is bathed in blood, but he can’t bring himself to care.
He hasn’t cared about much since you died. 
He wasn’t even sure why. He barely knew you. But he keeps thinking back to the kiss you shared on New Year’s. He thinks of your words. 
“You watch us run!”
“Is this seat taken?” A voice yells over the crowd, and his heart stutters to a halt. He turns, eyes wide to see you. 
Oh, how cruel this life was.
You’re dressed in a fashionable, long tunic that goes down to your ankles with a shawl of sorts around your shoulders. Your hair is longer than Osamu remembered. It is no longer a bob but instead curled at the front and with a braided crown in the back. You hold that journal under your arm and smile brightly before scurrying over and sitting beside him. 
“Where are we at now?” You ask excitedly, pleased to see him. 
But all he can see is your dead body in his arms. 
Was there some god up above watching this cruel exchange with glee?
What had he done to deserve this? 
“‘samu? Is everything okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” 
‘samu? 
The last person to call him that was his mother. Before she and his father began to fight. Back before he could time jump.
Back when things were simple. 
Your hand on his arm has Osamu flinching away, causing you to cringe back as well. You look worried, panicked even, and all for him. 
So you didn’t know yet. You didn’t know you were going to die. 
So, he doesn’t tell you. 
“Sorry, my love, I thought you were a monster here to gobble me up!” He chirps, and your panic melts away quickly. You lean back into his side, and he takes the chance to wrap a bandaged arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You giggle and open your book. 
“Where are we now?” You repeat, and he shrugs, 
“You tell me.” He says, keeping his eyes off your book out of respect and on the gladiator games below. 
“France?”
“Not yet.”
“The Wild West? That was fun, wasn’t it?”
“Nope.” 
You two go back and forth for a moment before you ultimately sigh and clap your book shut. 
“It’s very early for you, isn’t it?” You say, mildly exasperated. Osamu nods silently, heart twisting when you set your book down and lean heavily into his side. He trickles his fingers along your neck, feeling goosebumps rise along the skin, and you shiver. 
The games end, and you shuffle out of the Colosseum and through the streets of Rome. You boldly take ahold of Osamu’s hand as if this was regular for you. He can’t bring himself to let go, so he instead makes you laugh by swinging your arms between you, occasionally twirling you in a circle. His chilton feels suffocating despite it being made of linen. 
But he can’t bring himself to time jump away. To leave you alone to spare his own feelings. 
Perhaps it’s the overwhelming guilt he feels?
Perhaps it’s because he finds himself enjoying your company. 
Either way, he allows you to pull him around the ancient cobblestone streets of Rome. Enjoying the markets and public museums that were beginning to pop up all over the city. 
The entire time, he doesn’t let go of your hand. 
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August 8th, 1912
The Wild West
It’s hot. 
Almost overwhelmingly so. 
Osamu peels off one of his gloves and fans his face with it as he climbs the steps to the little cabin he had been staying at. His bandages itch with the heat, and he has a sneaking suspicion that they’re slowly soaking with sweat underneath his borrowed button-down, vest, trousers, and chaps. 
Though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, he liked this place sans the heat. The people in this little settled town were kind, barely batting an eye when he suddenly appeared in their home. The people he was currently staying with, an older couple named Buck and Bonnie, welcomed him with open arms. They claimed it was because he reminded them of their son, who was out settling the rest of the West. 
“Osamu? Are you done already?” Bonnie asks where she’s putting a pie on the windowsill to cool. Apple, by the smell of it, and utterly delicious. 
“Just taking a break, Bonnie. Buck works me to the bone!” He says and collapses on the couch, his spurs jingling as he kicks his feet up over the edge of the sofa and leans his head back, tipping his hat down over his face. He hears Bonnie say something, but he’s already halfway to dreamland. 
Despite only intending to sleep for a few minutes, Osamu naps for the better part of an hour. He only wakes up when he hears the whinny of an unfamiliar horse and quick steps up to the cabin door. Then, an excited set of knocks. 
“Can you get that, Osamu? I’m busy with supper!” Bonnie calls from the kitchen, and he calls back, saying that he would. 
Only to come face to face with you. 
It had been ages since he saw you. He had yet to see you at any significant historical events that he time jumped to. The Titanic, the moon landing. Hell, he hadn’t even seen you during World War Two when he was accidentally drafted!
“You!” He jabs a finger, and you grin adoringly, stepping under his arm and skipping to the kitchen. 
“It’s me, Granny!” You chirp, and he hears a delighted squeal. 
“Dearest! It’s been ages!” 
So you’ve been here before. 
Several times by how familiar Bonnie seemed with you. 
Osamu meanders his way into the kitchen, where Bonnie is wiping her hands on her apron. She grins at the sight of him,
“This is Osamu! He’s been helping Buck around the farm for the last few weeks!” She says, and Osamu tips his hat with a wink. 
“We’ve met before.” He says, and you jump up from where you had been sitting at the dining table and throw your arms around his neck in a tight hug.
“‘samu!” You cheer, and he returns any affection greedily, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He’s still unable to get the sight of your corpse out of his mind. But he vowed that if he ever saw you again, he’d accept any love you’d give him. 
You’re dressed the part of a cowgirl. A long calico skirt and long-sleeved button-down. Your hair is longer than he remembered, tied back in a braid, and a bandana around your neck to protect you from the harsh sun above. Your hat sits on the table, and so do your gloves. 
Your skin is just as soft as he remembers. 
It isn’t long before Buck is called in for dinner, and the four of you eat together. You sit to Osamu’s right, with Bonnie to his left and Buck across from him. You chat happily with the couple, and Osamu is content with just sitting and watching. You tell an obviously edited version of your adventures, with grand sweeping gestures and voices to accompany your tales.
Long after Bonnie and Buck go to bed, Osamu finds you on the swinging bench on the front porch. You’re writing in your journal, about halfway full, and sketching a picture of him.
It’s an incredible likeness to his face and rather impressive to look at. You even got his cowboy hat right.
“Mind if I sit?” He asks, and you jump, slamming your journal shut and looking up with wide eyes. But you realize it’s him, relax, your shoulders sagging, and nod with a smile. The wood creaks as he sits at your side. His arm stretches along the back like it belongs there, and you lean into his side. He relished in your warmth.
“Have we done Rome yet?” He asks, and you shake your head.
“I was thinking of going there next, though!” You say, and he nods, leaning his head against yours.
“How come you never go to big events?” He asks next, and you hum with a shrug,
“I like the little days. I like seeing how people live their day-to-day lives.” You say, and he can’t help but laugh. 
You were truly the exact opposite of him. 
You swat his chest, 
“Don’t laugh at me!” You cry with mock anger, but a smile curls the corners of your mouth. Like you liked hearing him laugh. You give him pause when you lean up and press a kiss to his nose. He freezes, blinks several times, and stares down at you. 
“I love your laugh.” You say, and his smile falters just the slightest bit.
No one liked hearing him laugh.
Not since he left home, at least.
But you were his home now. 
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October 31st, 2012
Yokohama, Japan
Fog rolls through the streets of Yokohama. Osamu strolls the streets, hands in his pockets. He was alone. At least for the time being. At least until you showed up again. 
If you showed up again. 
No… You would… Osamu had faith. You usually did on the small days. 
Whenever his nightmares got particularly bad, he’d time jump to a place he thought you’d like. This time, it was Yokohama, Japan. Notably, it was Halloween. Nothing ever happened on Halloween. Well… except for that one time… 
Oh, whatever. 
He had been here for a few months, finding himself at peace in modern-day Japan. He discovered his parent’s graves and realized he was home. 
At least… when he wasn’t with you.
Until he saw you crossing the street. 
You looked younger than he had ever seen you before. Another young girl walked beside you, both of you dressed in Halloween costumes and laughing amongst yourselves. 
But the longer he watched you, the longer he realized something. 
You wouldn’t know who he was. No, no, no, it was much too early for that. He had never seen you so young before. Not even in pictures when you had shown him at Versailles. 
Was this before you began to time jump? 
Suddenly, a hand smacked the back of his head, and he flinched, turning to see his newest acquaintance, Kunikida Doppo. He was shouting something. Something about being a bandage-wasting machine. Something about being a lowlife. He didn’t bother listening. 
Instead, he looked back to see you looking at him. There isn’t the faintest glimpse of recognition in your eyes. Nary a clue of who he is. 
You genuinely don’t know who he is at this point in time. 
You lift a hand and wave with a friendly smile, unknowingly making his heart crack in two. 
So, he turns, walks past Kunikida without a word, and heads back the way he came. 
“Dazai!” Kunikida’s voice, and he hears his acquaintance (He doesn’t have friends. He’s utterly alone in this world.) running up behind him. 
“What is it, Kunikida.” His voice sounds oddly monotone, and he knows he has to get you out of his head before he breaks down. He can’t ever come back here, not without causing a paradox and ripping Yokohama apart. 
And that would mean he would never see you, ever. 
“Are you okay?” Kunikida’s voice makes him stop. He spins with a plastic smile on his face and his heart threading to pieces. 
“Of course I’m okay! What makes you think otherwise?” He titters with an all too fake-sounding laugh. Kunikida looks uncharacteristically solemn. 
“Well… For instance, you’re crying.” He says, concern seeping into his tone. 
Osamu reaches up and touches his cheek, finding that it is indeed wet and glistening with tears. 
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alcazarofthestars · 7 months ago
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More brainrots<3
I KNOW THAT I'VE BEEN INACTIVE FOR LIKE A WEEK BUT HEAR ME OUT:
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THIS
THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN
SO I GOT THIS IDEA WHEN I WAS WALKING BACK FROM SCHOOL
SO IMAGINE:
Casper with an angel reader in an enemies to lovers situation where the reader's job is to help people in near death scenarios so they would fight/bicker a LOT but this bickering slowly turns into flirting and then they started dating BUT heaven doesn't allow this so the higher angels try to separate you two by locking you away in a tower in heaven where no one can reach you. Heartbroken, he went on a rampage and burst into heaven to search for you and went on to kill quite a lot of angels before being sealed away for a thousand years or so. When the reader wakes up she doesn't remember anything besides her job. When Casper broke free the first thing he saw was you with another man.
OR
A reader who's the angel of death and collects the souls of people who belong in heaven while he collects souls of people who belong in hell. Usually they shouldn't collide but every once in a blue moon there will be someone who has an equal amount of sins and good deeds. This led them to get to know each other better and even develop feelings for each other but the reader knows that they just can't be because of their jobs and tried to distance themselves from him but ended up failing. Your heart just can't take it! But one day you overheard some gossips from the elder angels that they knew about your relationship and were planning on "taking him out" so he wouldn't interfere with your job. When they were about to do it, the reader put themselves in front of him and ended up getting reincarnated as a human with no memories. Casper found out about this and started stalking you. You still had the same personality and charisma, it's almost as if nothing happened. He took on a more human form and started to talk to you and make you trust him, after a while he found out that you were already in a relationship with someone else... This can't be right. You promised to be with HIM. You are HIS partner. No no, you're just not in your right mind, yes, that's it. Don't worry, he'll knock you back to your senses<3.
OR
MAYBE A SOULMATE SITUATION WITH HIM WHERE HE'S AN IMMORTAL AND YOU'RE A MORTAL WHO IS CURSED TO DIE SOON
Idk if someone made this before tho
Maybe I'll continue this Brainrot sometime... But my motivation is at an all time low rn...
so have this badly written Brainrot to wait
-With love, Lythia <3
P.S. feel free to write a fic with this plot(s) but PLEASE credit me
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rafesslxt · 4 months ago
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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 🐅🐆
(n)sfw | masterlist | words: 724
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🐾 she‘s pureblood and from an old money family like Theo
🐾 she attends the Ilvermorny school since her family lives in America
🐾 they met through a gala when they were around the age of 13, hosted by her parents. Theo‘s family attended since their family‘s are old friends.
🐾 when he first laid eyes on her, his face fell together with his jaw almost to the floor. he had never seen such a beautiful creature in his life before, suddenly forgetting all of the other pretty girls in hogwarts
🐾 since then he would try to convince his parents every holiday to meet up with your family just so he could see you.
🐾 he quieckly noticed your obsession with animal prints and the animals like tigers and leopards itself. She would always wear something with the print and If it weren‘t clothes, it would be her nails, shoes or jewerly.
🐾 he always found it cringe cause usually older women would wear them but when he saw them on you, he found it cute and the older he got the sexier he found them
🐾 Theo often found himself staring at you and then blushing for the first time in his life when you caught him with a teasing little smirk on your face
🐾 when their parents talked about business, they often send Theo and y/n outside to "take a walk". But secretly they didn‘t want them to hear anything about the dark lord and also tried to couple them up
🐾 she liked Theo but didn‘t tell him cause she thought it would be for the best since they saw eacv other only over the holidays
🐾 y/n‘s strong, confident, independent, loyal, cussing, ambitious, clever and cunning
🐾 and Theodore loved every aspect of it no matter If she outsmarted him or always had the last word. He adored her to no end and the older the two got the deeper his feeling has gotten.
🐾 one night they both sneaked out and met at a secret little lake in the forest. The air around them was thick and warm from the previous sun. She wore a little bikini in (of course) her usual print style and he had to look away to not come right here and there in his swimming trousers.
🐾 to his luck it was dark and without any lights around them but the moon so it was hard to see his boner he tried to hide and thinking of something like Professor Snape to get it gone
🐾 she smirked to herself because of course she would notice how stiff he suddenly became around her, trying to keep some space between theor swimming bodys.
🐾 while Theo tried to not look at her cleavage or thighs when you floated at the surface, her mind was at ease and even tho she never told him but it was because of him. He always brought such an peaceful aura to her that no matter how mad she was about a previous fight with her parents, as soon as she laid her eyes on him, her anger was gone
🐾 but at the same time she loved teasing him and stirring up his control a little by brushing past him and whispering innocent things into his ear but not without her lip brushing against his ear.
🐾 she swam towards him and around him, playing with his mind a little. The nearer she came the harder his heart pounded inside his chest, forgetting everything else around him.
🐾 she let her manicured nails slowly gaze over his shoulders and neck, lightly pulling at the hair at the back until a low groan left his lips and a huge redness spilled over his cheeks.
🐾 oh how many nights there were when he had his fist around his hard on after you teasingly brushed against him in your tight little tiger printed dress.
🐾 at his last year in hogwarts, he was thrilled to graduate and move back to italy where your parents moved back to after living in America.
🐾 when the day finally came he already missed his friends and the walls of his second home but his mind couldn‘t stop thinking about all of the opportunities he had now especially with you in the same town.
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i‘m thinking about a part 2? got inspired to do this when i saw these pictures on pinterest 💋
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xoxo sarah <3
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cryoniide · 10 months ago
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could you do a house x male reader where reader is also struggling through a drug addiction to the point they overdose, and house wonders why they arent responding gets mad at them but then finds out reader is in the hospital due to the OD? angsty comfort? sorry im struggling at the moment and this sounds nice, i understand if its a bit too serious to write about tho
of course i can, i tried my best sorry if it isn’t exactly what you want, i can redo it if needed ^^
i’m here now
gregory house x male reader
it was monday, a universal day that was hated by everyone. why? no one really knows. but, today was a very bad day for y/n l/n. he was an employee at princeton-plainsboro teaching hospital. he was under the finest doctor there, dr. gregory house. now, no one knew why the boy wanted to work with the drug addicted sadist. no one but him. his reasoning? because him and dr. house have one thing in common. drug addiction.
for y/n, it started when he was in high school. he had a shitty childhood which continued into his teen years. only when he found drugs had he found peace. but, as the years progressed, so did his addiction. it’s gotten to the point where he doesn’t even remember a time he was sober, besides the weeks leading up to his every-6-month checkups, which were the closest thing to hell on earth.
but, why was it a shitty day for y/n? well, he had given the wrong diagnosis, and got called an idiot for almost killing a patient. he missed breakfast. got his lunch stolen by his boss. but, the worst thing of all was that there was a new patient. someone from his past. someone he never, ever, wanted to see again. his mother. when he saw her, he turned around.
‘fuck this shit.’
after that, no one saw him the whole day. it was only a few hours after y/n left when house started to get angry.
“how dare that brat leave right after we get assigned a case!” he complained to wilson, who rolled his eyes in response, “have you tried, i dont know, asking him?” wilson replied, not bothering to look up from the folder in his hand.
the whole day, house toyed with the patient to release his frustrations. to be homest, he was starting to get less angry and more worried. he made an excuse saying that y/n is the sharpest one on the team and that the rest of them can’t function without him. when, in reality, house was the one that couldn’t function. wilson was the only one who knew why house was actually worried. why? well, the two sort of have a..romantic relationship.
he tried reaching him. call after call after call, but it all went straight to voicemail. after treating the patient, house found out it was y/n’s mom. he was about to go to his lovers home, when he got a page.
‘room 202, now.’
it was from lisa. he rushed down to the room, seeing the unconscious body of his lover. he rushed to his side grabbing y/n’s hand and looking up at the cuddy. “he overdosed…on oxycodone.”
‘fuck.’ house thought.
how could he had let this slip past him? how could he have not noticed that you were suffering all this time? he wanted to beat himself up over this, but he knew you wouldn’t want that. so he waited, sitting in the chair and watching your vitals all night. he didn’t want to risk losing someone so close to him. not again.
you woke up the next day, your head pounding and your feelings all over the place. you were glad to be alive but, god you wish you weren’t. “y/n?” you turned to the voice, seeing greg sitting next to you. he looked miserable, the bags under his eyes darker than they were before. “are you okay? why didn’t you tell me?” you didn’t say anything. to be honest, you wish you could’ve told him. that you were suffering. that you wanted help. needed help. but, it wasn’t easy to admit you were an addict.
“i know it’s hard, but please, talk to me.” you looked in his eyes. he was worried. genuinely worried. right there, tears escaped your eyes, streaming down your face. he got up, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. “it’s okay, y/n. i’m here, now. you’re safe, i promise.”
a/n; I HOPE THIS IS OKAY. i tried my best. again, loveeee writing angst, decided to throw in a sad lil backstory hope you dont mind and i hope you enjoyed. on a serious note, if any of you are struggling with addiction, please don’t be afraid to talk to someone and get help, even if its with a friend at first. i have a family member who’s an alcoholic, and i know it isnt the same as drugs but it hurts me to see that person going down this path. i worry that one day they aren’t gonna be here anymore and i really dont want that to be soon. so please, talk to someone, anyone, and don’t be afraid to ask for help <33 you are loved and cared for i promise
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It all started with you
Stalker!Mingi x f!reader
Authors note | hey y'all this is part 2 BAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHGAHAHAHA last part tho I made this while my phone is on 67%🙈 so uhm ha & English isn't my first language so pls stand w me now Last part🐒
Warnings: Fluff, and smut IF YOU SQIUNT VERY VERY HARD & some angst, mentions of se!lf h@rm,
Edit : IVE READED THIS FANFIC AND CORRECTED THE SPELLING MISTAKES BEAR WITH ME BRO IM A FRNEHCIE…
body dysmorphia, stalking etc
Part 2!!
💐 part 1!
Word count : 1,090😖😖
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“ y/n please I’ll explain I’ll explain “ mingi had been saying that for the past 15 minutes it seems like he was under some type of spell. Mingi had been so afraid of losing you he couldn’t bear the sight to see you in pain.. 
Mingi never believed in love at first sight no no that was dumb.. until he met you, everything started with you everything. Mingi figuring he likes punk music ( because of you ) mingi starts to like black panther ( because of you ) mingi got into making music and rapping ( because of you ) every single one of mingi’s interests came from you, it all started with you..! 
Ever since that fateful day back in 7th grade mingis life took a turn. I mean yeah he got so obsessed with you that he became your stalker, fan, everything.. In the 8th grade mingi had convinced his mom to drop him at Walmart so he could accidentally run into you ( he had your location on his phone he knew where you were and who you were with.. ) He even gifted you a teddy bear with hidden cameras in the eyes for your 14th birthday ( of course you kept it where he could get a good look of your room but you never knew you just kept it on a shelf being grateful of everything and anything ) 
Mingi calmed down and explained everything & and anything that made you have unclarity or confusion ( I mean you wanted to ask how he knew you passed out but you just enjoyed the time… ) “ Y/n I’m sorry I’m sorry for this all, you know when u got invited to that party with yunho i met aeri. She was everything a regular teenage freak boy would want. She was pretty, nice body, she had friends, she was popular too. I mean any boy would want her but mingi didn’t want her no he wanted you.. all he wanted was you… but mingi knew that if he wanted you he had to change himself he thought that if he changed himself he would get a chance with you.. ( but you already loved him since you first saw him but he didn’t know.. ) 
He accepted Aeri's terms. That's when everything went downhill, for the next couple of months or weeks Wtv.. he hung out with aeri I mean aeri was nice and kind but still he wanted you. He had envy jaehyun because he had gotten to go on the vacation with you, you guys met jaehyun and soyeon in the 10th grade and clicked. Mingi and Yunho both knew that jaehyun had feelings for you.. it was clear as the blue skies only you couldn’t tell, all this time you thought jaehyun was just being nice..  
When mingi came back and the school year had started he gained popularity not just with the boys with the girls too, he had some fangirls ngl mingi had easily feeded into this lifestyle but he almost forgot why he did it in the first place.. it was for you, again it all started with you everything started with you.. When he saw you in the hallways linking arms with jaehyun he felt angry, jealous he couldn’t keep his emotions intact he wanted to hurt you, that’s why he made a bet, he made a bet on you.. the last thing he would’ve have done on planet earth
Mingi knew what effect this would have on you, you were the sensitive type, the type to get your feelings hurt way to easily. He knew everything about you, Your self harm journey, Your suicidal thoughts and feeling about yourself. Your insecurities, he knew everything about you 
more than you could ever imagine..  He had promised to protect you but he figured out he was the one keeping you in danger, that time at the court yard when jaehyun held you.. mingi swore he had seen red… and he felt that again when he saw you unconscious. 
Unconscious and your wrist.. w-w-were  bleeding.. he didn’t know how to react or feel in that moment, he was watching you through the teddy bear and rushed over as soon as he saw you on the floor.. He regretted everything he had always regretted everything he started regretting when he met aeri… 
As mingi was finished explaining, you couldn’t stop the tears that became like waterfalls as soon as he started explaining himself. Mingi was always the sensitive type but he hid it.. he thought it made him weak without knowing it made me stronger, After he finished explaining everything you held his chin in your hand everything became slow. You stared into his dark, warm, homey feeling eyes.. Then his pink soft big lips kissed you.
Everything in that moment stopped. It felt like you and him together alone without a single care in the world. The kiss started soft but then turned messy with mingi climbing on top of you and your legs wrapping around his waist. He started grinding into you softly moans escaping his lips coming into yours, you could feel the vibration and tension between you and him. You stopped him, causing him to groan out..
“ Mingi, let’s figure this out together .” You said softly to him he looked at you ( he made the freaking 🥺 face ) “ Y/n I’m sorry I’m sorry for everything I don’t wanna be friends I wanna be more than friends I’ve always liked you but I was too scared to even talk or say anything I wanted to change for you so you could see me. “ he said softly “ mingi I’ve always liked you but you never had to change my love “ my love ha that made his heart run a marathon.
He pulled you into a cuddle and you two slept off away.. 
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3 months later 
After everything went down you and mingi started dating, even though soyeon was pissed and wooyoung didn’t know if he should trust his friend again they let it go and put the past behind them. Of course mingi apologized to everyone, all the kids at school saw you 2 holding hands and walking happily down the hallways, aeri tried to break you guys up but it didn’t work sooner or later she gave up tired of it all of course she was still angry I mean she did make mingi into the person he was today.. 
No aeri didn’t make mingi into the person he was today, he did and you did because again.. 
It all started with you.
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lightlycareless · 3 months ago
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I saw this video and it made think of Naoya and Naohime. I can imagine she learned that vocabulary from Naobito lol
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTNdX5wP2/
Hello!!
Omggggg another video that isn't here anymore jfc I'm so sorry 😭 but from what I was able to recall it was a (with a daughter or granddaughter) and he says a bad word and she ends up saying the same thing lol it was kind of funny tho 😂
I wrote a little something inspired by it :) though I ended up writing it mostly on Y/N's perspective, cause she's the one that usually hangs around the kids the most (though a protective Naoya does appear, as well as Naomi)
warnings: none. Naobito is a bad influece tho. but overall domestic fluff.
also: a little bit of context regarding Naobito and his relationship with your and Naoya's youngest child.
Happy reading!!
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It should come to no one’s surprise that Naobito is Naohime’s biggest, worst influence for a thousand reasons.
And why wouldn’t it be? Honestly, they spent almost every day together, with Naohime constantly following him everywhere, or more like Naobito bringing her along everywhere, citing that his favorite granddaughter had to be there for whatever important clan meeting he had for the day.
By his side when watching anime, or just spending the whole evening sleeping, a little Naobito on the making! It was only a matter of time before she began to mimic him…
Which was a very frightening statement for you and Naoya to ruminate on. To have a child so involved in serious manners is just the tip of the iceberg; both just want her to live out her childhood as happily as possible! 
But, oh, well, at least his father had the decency of not drinking in front of her—yet, this following incident finally made you and Naoya realize how spoiled Naohime had actually become, and how urgent it was for the two to step in.
It happened right after dropping off your children at school, with Naohime by your side since she was too young to attend yet (another matter that worried you—Naobito wanted to homeschool her, you and Naoya wished otherwise. Will this debate ever end?) accompanying you to your newest duty.
Apparently, the Zen’in were to meet a highly prestigious client, and you, wanting to do your part in making a good impression, headed right over to the kitchen to help arrange such an important dinner.
Stress to make this moment as perfectly as possible inevitably befell the staff, especially those that were still new to the (dubious) work ethic of the Zen’in; thus, it wouldn’t take long before one of them eventually crumbled, making a mistake that was easily fixable, but with the pressure of doing everything right the first time, believed otherwise.
“It’s ok, don’t worry—we still have more ingredients, right?” you quickly intercept, the cook nods. “See? Nothing to fret about! Now we just gotta—"
Little Naohime rarely involved herself in your activities, always kept occupied by her toys or any other activity you thought of beforehand, but something about the anxious complains from the staff members struck her with familiarity, like she’s seen this before somewhere else, and knew exactly what to do…
Cue your worst nightmare becoming a reality, having you inwardly screeching, skin pale at the notion of her imprudence.
“Stupid monkey!” Naohime says, with no hesitation, no second thoughts, nothing—just a reckless, albeit innocent, replication of her surroundings.
“Naohime!” you quickly retorted, shocked to hear such an awful sentence coming from your adorable daughter! “Where did you learn to say that?!”
But your daughter, instead of providing an answer, just continued giggling, thinking of your reaction to be a joke, as if you were entertained by her actions and not genuinely upset; it’s how Naobito reacted whenever she did that, after all, obviously the culprit behind it all.
“No, young lady, this is no laughing matter!” you insist once more, she does not budge. “Naohime—you will apologize to the staff right now for saying those awful words!”
“Lady Y/N, it’s fine—she’s just a child. She doesn’t know what she said.”
But that’s exactly what made this situation not fine. If anything, it made it even worse! Her laughter representing the sour realization that you’ve been too lax on your daughter, perhaps too carefree, freeing her of any necessary limits and discipline simply because she was your youngest maybe, your last child, the one you and Naoya had more time to parent together and yet didn’t seem like it.
You should’ve expected something like this to happen when Naobito got interested in spending time with his granddaughter. Yet, far from growing concerned, deep within, you and Naoya were happy that finally his family was retroactively trying to get along with their children, if only one of them…
But those days of carefree endearing were gone, you needed to put your foot down, and quickly.
“Naohime, if you do not apologize, we’re going to have problems.” She smiles, shaking her head playfully, nothing but a game for her you sadly conclude. “Alright, I don’t like doing this, but you leave me no other choice.
So, carefully grabbing her hand, you decided to go with what she considered the worst discipline ever, one appropriate for her age and situation: a timeout.
A decision she received with loud whines and cries, attempting to free herself from your hold but being unable to do as much as lightly tug at your arm, forced to accept the fate awaiting inside her bedroom; 5 minutes to think of the gravity of her actions, understand them, and hopefully, a genuine apology.
“Mamaaaaaaaa.” She would call from inside, pounding at the door. “Mamaaaaaaa!! Let me out!!”
It hurt you to hear her crying like that, your poor baby, the light of your life, one of the many reasons you loved being a mother—but such, it also reminded you that if you truly loved her, then you would discipline her when needed and set up limits that would protect her.
She was just a child and should act like one! Not copy dubious behaviors from people you’re going to start distancing from! Just as your husband would come to support…
“Care to explain the things you’re teaching my daughter?!” Naoya is quick to reproach his father as soon as you inform him of what happened. Somewhat afraid of Naobito, you usually let him handle these types of matters, but never alone, standing by his side as your protective husband gave him a piece of his mind. “I will not allow you to spend any more time with her if you’re just going to be a bad influence on her!”
“Ah, it’s nothing but a stupid expression! Just something to say to people that are being a bit foolish, motivate them to do better, nothing more!” Naobito dismisses, as always. You press your lips together, seeing the anger building up in Naoya’s face.
“Regardless of what it was, as his father, I do not want her replicating such behavior. So, you either behave for the first time in your life, or I won’t allow you to see Naohime ever again!”
“So now you’re threatening me?” Naobito chuckled. “She’s a much better, promising daughter than any of you ever were. A shame you don’t see it.”
You sigh; it’s nothing but obvious that he’d been drinking, kind of. Alcohol only made his defensive, intolerant nature worse, and subsequently, impossible to engage in a conversation with him.
But it’s not like either expected any different, he’s always been like this and would continue to do so until forever it seems. Thus, after brief consideration, you and Naoya decide to follow through with what both thought best: spend a few days with your father in hopes of giving Naohime a breath of fresh air, a break from the estate, as well as the opportunity to get along with the rest of her relatives, ones both hoped she’d take after.
Something she clearly didn’t like, that much Naomi was able to assess after seeing the tantrum her little sister was throwing.
“No! I don’t wanna leave, no! No!” Naohime cried, fists closed tightly as she thrashes all around her bed. “Mama and Papa hates me!”
“It’s hate Naohime—and no, they don’t hate you, peanut.” Naomi says, carefully sitting by her side and placing her hand behind her back, hoping to stop her before she either hurts her or herself. “You just did something they didn’t like, that’s all.”
“No, I didn’t!” she protests. “I never do bad!”
Naomi raises an eyebrow; so young and already so sure of herself. Well, can’t say they aren’t related.
“You do realize you insulted the staff, right? The same people that feed you every day? How would you feel if someone from our family said the same thing to mama? Or papa? Call them stupid.”
Naomi frowns, disliking the mental image of her parents being belittled—or being told anything ugly! It’s one thing what she does, and another entirely different when pertaining to others. Her parents are off limits!
Regret soon fills her senses, but too embarrassed to admit her wrongdoings, she responds with the only phrase she thinks works the same.
“I don’t wanna leave…”
“…Just apologize, Naohime. That’s all Mama and Papa want from you.” Naomi says, patting her back once more. “And stop mimicking all that the old man does, ok? He’s not good for you.”
“But he’s funny…”
“Papa can be… funnier if that’s what you really want.” Naomi couldn’t believe what she was saying, but here she was, defending her father!
But it was true, in a way; and necessary to stop her baby sister from turning into a small Naobito.
“No, he’s silly…”
Naomi chuckles; well, at least she’s not easy to fool.
“Mama and Papa love you and want nothing but the best for you.”
“…I know.” Naohime eventually admits, finally giving way to the first step of her so-called redemption, an apology that the staff warmly received, her parents briefly taken aback, yet happy.
If not curious as to know why she’d done so in the first place; perhaps a sudden change of heart?
“I just spoke to her, you know. She’s still capable of hearing and understanding.” Naomi says. “Don’t give up without trying.”
“Oh, I know.” You lament, and the notion you’ve been dragging along of being the worst parent ever sank deeper into your mind. “I just… I guess I was just shocked to hear her say that! Something so terrible, and of course, how close she actually was to Naobito. I knew they got along, just not to this extent!”
“I should’ve known, my love. They spend the whole day together, and she rarely listens to us when she’s with him!” Naoya frowns, feeling equally incompetent. “Don’t solely reprimand yourself, I too was at fault.”
“Well, if you must know, she was really upset at the thought of you guys being angry with her.” Your eldest added. “And honestly, you aren’t such bad parents. Maybe a bit… embarrassing, but nothing she couldn’t tolerate and appreciate. She’s still your daughter at the end of the day.”
You and Naoya look at each other, as if silently discussing what your daughter just said before smiling, quickly acknowledging her words as truthful—that no matter what happens, regardless of the issues that would naturally arise as time went on, and everything else… Naohime was still your and Naoya’s daughter: the energetic, joyful, but most importantly, caring girl you raised her to be.
She just needed guidance from time to time, like everyone often does. Some more than others, but even that didn’t lessen your children before your eyes, stop you and Naoya from seeing them as what they really are: perfect.
To be given such wisdom through your daughter Naomi made the two also realize how much she’s grown. The once adorable, rosy-cheeked baby who followed you everywhere you took her was now a woman in her own right: one that is supportive of her parents, as well as a good older sister both always knew she’d be.
Ah, time sure flies by. Best to enjoy these moments while they last.
“Thank you, mochi.” You smile, approaching to give her a quick pinch on the cheek, a gesture that has her quickly flustered, tensing her shoulders as she looks away, hoping no one had seen so. “For being a good sister to Naohime and a good daughter to us.”
“Mom, seriously—can you stop with the names… I’m not a little kid anymore.”
“Hmmm, really? You still act like one though?” Naoya snickers, she rolls her eyes.
“Don’t you two have more important matters to tend to anyways?? Like Grandpa?? He’s been telling me non-stop how excited he is to have us over since it’s been so long since he last saw us and to let him know if there’s any food I’d like to eat over there so he can buy it! And I just promised Naohime you guys wouldn’t take her if she apologized, so…”
“Oh, shit!” You gasped, looking over to Naoya, wide-eyed just as he was, at the notion of unwittingly getting into another problem just as soon as you got rid of the other! “What are we going to do? We just can’t cancel on my dad; you know how upset he gets! And he’s been feeling awful as of lately too… I think he just figured out that Naohime prefers being around your dad over mine!”
“Naohime is going to be upset with us again… and your dad too.”
“Not if you bribe her.” Naomi suggests. And even if it were an idea that would essentially label the two as bad parents, you end up taking her proposal—call it a white little lie, a necessary evil, whatever it took to keep your family happy!
It may have been easier to not spoil Naohime that much from the very beginning… ease Eiichi, your father, from sending her toys whenever one crossed his path; Naobito from badly influencing her, and Naomi from trying to be the cool sister (though she’d always deny it), the one she could always rush to whenever none of the former were collaborating with her, however that may be done.
Well, there’s only so much that could be done in these circumstances—it is simply the blessing curse of being the youngest child.
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:') cool sister Naomi; I can't believe that one day I'm writing her as a baby and the next day she's Naohime's favorite hahahah 🥺 they grow up so fast....
Well, now I gotta turbo those tiktok requests because I fear I will forget them and THEN I WON'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITEEEEE
Anyways, this was a treat to write, as always. I love it when you guys indulge in my domestic stuff 😭 the Naohime acceptance makes me very very happy 😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖 thank you so much!!! (though I gotta say, I hope we didn't come out as a horrible parent here hahah I don't know much about kids but I know for sure it's impossible for them to be perfect angels soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 🥺)
Now, take care, and hope to see you soon!!
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wolfish-trickster · 7 months ago
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Unknown, Uni, Us
University AU
Choso x female!reader
2/?
Word count: 2.5K
Summary: after entering university and taking down your rose tinted glasses you saw how ugly your highschool friends' personalities really were. You even start to think you'll spend the rest of your university life all alone. Little did you know you caught the eye of a quiet goth guy with a reputation. Will your heart be ever able to trust someone, anyone, again?
Warnings: typos, angst, fluff, slowburn, slow beginings, slightly ooc
Taglist: no one
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To your disapointment (and few protests) Stella pulled both you and Choso to the very back of the room where she usually sat with her new friends alomg with other slackers who didn't even bring any notebooks. And since the biochemistry teacher has his age and would most likely combust if he used any muscle of his body a little too much you couldn't hear shit. Not to mention your dear friend giggling and gossiping the entire time. Did she never learn how to whisper?
Even Choso, who you found out is quite responsible, has given up halfway through the class and whispered to you that he can't afford losing this class and went to sit closer to the front to hear better.
"Your new friend is a tad rude," Stella remarked after the class ended.
'Look who's talking,' was itching to fly out of your mouth but you kept it firmly shut. Only this year and then you can let her go. Only the freshmen year and then you can be free.
Luckily you didn't have any more classes for the day. Stella had some labs so she couldn't follow you around and test your patience even more. Or better yet pull you to join her newfound group and forcefully socialize you.
The day was just begining tho. As much as your conscience was telling you to hurry home and study, you on the other hand wanted to regain some inner peace. In other words, you didn't take the tram like usually. Instead you took a walk by the river. You've only ever seen it from the tram window, from up close it looked a little more..... polluted. So much for a romantic walk by the river.
Anyways, you still walked from the pavement down to the rocky shore. Your mind wandered to the early days, the easier days. The days when it took forever for monday to turn into friday and early bedtime was a punishment. Nowadays the weeks fly by so fast it's almost unbelievable and full eight hours of quality sleep is a rare blessing. Even studying used to be easier back then. All it took for you was to read it once or twice but now? Today even with you studying every single day, trying out milion different study methods from various sites, you still feel like you're falling behind.
Just like when you were a child you searched for the most perfect flat rock. Just like back then after finding it you almost didn't want to throw it away since it was the most perfect flat pebble in your eyes and it would be a shame. And just like in the past you made it hop on water with all your might. Nine jumps. Not bad.
Your inner child woke up a bit. The world around you didn't seem so bad anymore. So what that you still have assignments to finish and lab reports to send. This moment is only for taking a break. Breathing in the chill air. Listening to the water hitting the shore. Hearing footsteps in the background. Aproaching. Wha-?
You snapped your eyes open and quickly run behind the nearest bush. A group ran down to the shore. They were all young, boys and girls seemingly in your age, but none of their faces were familiar to you. So they weren't from your school then.
You were wrong.
One tall guy with a hood on turned his face to your hiding spot and you saw a familiar tattoed line across his nose and jet black spiky hair now tied up into two messy space buns crushed under the fabric of his hood. And, was he smiling?
Granted, you've known Choso personaly for only few hours but you don't think you've ever seen him smile at school. Or be surrounded by people. Lo and behold, now he was smiling from ear to ear, cold air painting his cheeks slightly red. With his arms around another guy's shoulders. The same guy slapping his arm away and showing him his tongue like a child. You giggled. Having friends like this. To go to the lake with you and goof of after school. You never had that. You always wanted to have that. Why was life unfair?
With your happy mood gone you were slowly leaving, if it wasn't for Choso's friend pulling down his jacket. And sweater. And pants. What in the-?
In few seconds all 3 guys of the group stripped from their winter clothing, except for their underwear thank god, and raced to the cold river waters. Choso was the slowest one, which gave you the perfect amount of time to gawk at him. Respectfully of course.
You've always known him to wear layers and layers of clothing. One would assume he would be thin as a twig if stripped. But Choso was ripped. He didn't even need to flex his muscles to show off his six pack. You were more than certain those tattoed pectorals could fit into one of your bras, you might even be jealous a little. And his arms... you only got a glimpse of his black nails and metal rings at most this morning but now? Those biceps must be as big as your face, or bigger! Or maybe it was just the optical illusion caused by another tattoo snaking its way up from his forearm along the bicep and ending somewhere on his back. How many of those does he have anyways? 'The perfect amount' your inner slut whispered and you quickly shushed her.
This was no time for thoughts like this. You barely knew the guy and he barely knew you. And don't forget about the rumor going on about him. True, when you spoke to him he seemed like decent enough guy, but no leaf moves without a wind. There has to be some truth to those rumors.
You must've spent too much time in your own head to notice real life around you, because the three girls accompanying the guys walked up to your hiding spot.
Oh crap.
"Hello little stalker," the one with the shortest hair among them greeted you.
You forgot how to speak. How in the world are you ever going to explain this to them? 'Sorry for checking out and thirsting after your most likely boyfriends, especially the extremely hot goth one who I accidentally befriended this morning and have felt his gentle touch on my back ever since the start of a biochemistry class.' Yeah right.
"I wasn't stalking, I was just-" yup, nothing reasonable coming to mind. "I was just leaving, sorry," you said as you straightened up from behind the bush and turned to leave.
The girls muttered behind you 'huh, what a weird girl' and other stuff you've already heard plenty of times.
"Hey, Y/N?" you heard behind your back. It was Choso yelling out to you from the freezing water.
You turned around and got a closer look at him. His hair was now wet and slicked back. "So it is you. What are you doing here?"
Everyone from the group looked between you and him with surprise and confusion all over their faces. None of them apparently expected Choso to know the river stalker, as they most likely call you now in their heads.
"I was just taking a walk after school," you yelled back, "and you?" escaped your mouth before you could stop and you immediately cringed. How many times did you say 'thanks you too' in restaurants when they told you bon apetit and yet you still didn't learn from that.
"We are knitting a sweater!" yelled out an excited guy with pink hair and an undercut. The same guy Choso hugged earlier.
"Yeah, real fashionable," one of the girls rolled her eyes.
"You know eachother?" asked another girl, the one that greeted you earlier.
You nodded. In the background Choso climbed out of the river and you got another glimpse of him in just his underwear. Heat rushed into your face and you quickly looked away.
"Yeah," he said as he walked closer with a towel over his shoulders, "we just met this morning."
You nodded again and kept avoiding his gaze.
"Aaaaw, that's so sweet Choco. I told you you'll find a friend! Basically at the end of the semester but still! Better late than never!" one of the girls cooed.
"Nobara please stop calling me that," Choso rolled his eyes.
Nobara shook her head. "Nuh uh."
Choso sighed. "By the way, did you manage to take any notes during that class? You could've stood up and sit closer to the front with me, you know."
Your heart sped up. Why tho? He only asked if you heard enough to make notes. It's not like he asked you to go sit somewhere private with him. Stop thinking everything's about you!
You gulped down all the self hating thoughts. "Yeah, i shushed Stella sometimes when the professor talked about something i never heard of but otherwise i didn't need to write down anything."
"You mean you remember everything the old guy was saying?"
"Not quite. I already studied this subject in highschool so very few things were new to me. Probably the reason why Stella wasn't paying attention either. We went to the same highschool," you explained.
"That must've been some pretty fancy highschool you went to," another girl praised, "I took a look at Choso's biochemistry notes and even I had trouble understanding."
Meanwhile the rest of the guys went out the river and were warming up on the shore.
"Kinda sad for a medical sophomore," a white haired guy commented.
"Didn't she get in by cheating?" asked the pink haired guy? "Geto said he never saw her study for the entrance exams."
"Hearsay," the medical sophomore said and fished out a cigarette from her pocket.
You observed their group a little more closely this time. Three guys if you don't count Choso. And three girls. You already got the name Nobara. The rest is a mystery.
"It's not that difficult, just memorizing mostly," you tried to downplay the medical girl's praise.
Choso groaned. "Well that's just perfect. I'll never pass it," he crossed his arms.
A white haired guy who already got dressed and, for some reason, put on extremely dark sunglasses smirked. He walked up to you. "Hey sweetie, Y/N right? Can I humbly ask for tutoring our dear Choso over here? Look at him," he poked his dark eyebags ro which Chosos tried to slap his hand away with annoyance, "one more sleepless night of studying and the poor guy will combust!"
Another guy with longer black hair in half up bun joined in. "That's true. Who will then take care of poor Yuji and Sukuna?"
"Fuck that bastard," white haired guy deadpaned.
"G-gojo," the pink haired gasped.
"Not you, not you!" The white haired panicked. "I meant your dear twin! You're a pure angel!"
"*cough* lies *cough*," Nobara said with a fake cough.
You chuckled at shenanigans unfolding infront of you. They must be a pretty closed knit group to tease eachother like this.
"So what do you say? Help our buddy out?" Asked the one apparently named Gojo and made a pretty poor attempt at puppy eyes behind his shades.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," said Choso as you were about to give your answer.
You wanted to say yes. Studying in groups have helped you a lot in the past, even though only one person was ever kind enough to study with you. That excitement that was bubbling inside of you after Gojo mentioned studying with Choso was quickly dying down because of Choso's comment. Why would he say that? You thought you got along well, even more he was desperate to pass. And coming from the medical girl he didn't have any friends in university other than you to help him. The fact that he was saying 'you don't have to' was basically him gently telling you he doesn't want to study with you. That he'd rather fail than spend more time with you. Where did you go wrong again? You thought it was starting out well, wasn't it?
After few seconds of more overthinking you politely smiled. "I'll have to think about it. Besides biochemistry we have lots of other classes I'll need to study for. I'm sorry."
"I can help you with those," Choso said and confused you even more.
Didn't he just basically softly reject you few seconds ago? And now he's basically suggesting you two to study anyways? Helping eachother out? Together? Huh?
"Oh, well, uhm," you stuttered and half up bun guy leaned in to whisper into Choso's ear. "I think you broke the poor girl."
"No," you defended yourself and hoped they wouldn't notice your burning face. "Just caught me off guard. No one has ever suggested helping me study before. It was always me doing the helping...." you looked away sadly and tried real hard not to let some deeply hidden memories floating to the surface.
Medical girl finished smoking her cigarette. "It's settled then. You can study at my appartment when both of you got time, since it's closer to your school. I'll stay at Torahime's over the next week anyways. At least someone will take care of my plants."
"That won't be-"
"But!" Medical girl interrupted Choso's complaint. "Wrap it Cho. I don't want to study embryology in 3D," she winked at him.
Choso's whole face turned pink. "Nothing like that will happen!" He defended himself pretty agressively. More than you expected to be honest.
"Yeah. What he said!" You defended your honor just like he did, poorly but still.
Only then did Choso start shivering. He was the last one with just a towel on. "I guess i better go dress."
"Yeah, i should go too. I still need to write some lab reports," you chuckled as you felt all your responsibilities start crushing your shoulders again.
"Alright. Good luck with that. See you tomorrow!" He waved his goodbye just like the rest of his group.
As you were waiting for your tram your mind kept repeating all the events from today. A cute goth guy with tons of mystery befriending you. Sitting next to you in class. Seeing him without his clothes. Meeting his (most likely) only friends. Him maybe wanting to study with you, even though your overthinking sometimes suggests otherwise. Possibly gaining a new friend.
And who could've ever though that all this could come from just one missed email?
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Being a single parent is not an easy task. [Part 2]
During Bee's sparklinghood, Optimus had to endure quite much troubles. Bee wasn't a spoiled kid and didn't throw any angry tantrums... but what he did instead was surely worse than dealing with tantrums. Whenever Bee was upset at Optimus he would go into his work room and hide important things, he would also change the order they were put for more confusion. Bee was a smart kid, he knew ways to get what he wants more effectively than begging or screaming.
While the time he spend at home was bearable, once the time came for him to go to the pre-academy (kindergarden) it was a nightmare.
Bee never wanted to go play with other kids when they were at the playgrounds, now that he was being forced to go interact with them and spend an entire day somewhere that closely resembled the Carequarters... of course he didn't wanna go at all. He tried arguing with his Sire but to no use. He was told it will be okay and Optimus dropped him off to go to work...
Not even 2 joors later he received a call to come pick up Bee.
Turns out, one kid tried to play with him and took his stuffed seeker toy (he named it Thunder btw) and wouldn't give it back. Bee, already on high alert, tackled and hurt the kid and then ran away from the caretakers. They couldn't catch him at all, the little one was fast and nimble, everytime they found him he ran off into some other hiding spot. When Optimus arrived Bee dodged every single worker and latched onto him while sobbing uncontrollably. In the end, Optimus hired a babysitter to watch over Bee when he's at work. Sometimes when the 'sitter couldn't make it, Sentinel got put in charge... that didn't work out very well. Bee already didn't like him, moreso when he tried telling him that he's his 'uncle'. He did everything he could to make Sentinel's time with him real Pits. Optimus wasn't very impressed but he was proud of some of the stunts Bee managed to pull while Sentinel babysat him. After the incident, Sentinel wasn't really a friend of his anymore but the mech still kept showing up and acting like he was. Optimus wasn't happy when he came to him after every cycle he babysat Bee and told him how much of a nightmare spawn his bitlet is.
So, Bee's babysitter ended up being Arcee. Later on when Bee was supposed to go the the academy (school) Optimus hired her to homeschool Bee. He didn't need a repeat of the pre-academy situation...
Optimus taught Bee how to cook, he wasn't very good at it per se... he almost burned the kitchen while baking. Basic fuel stew was okay on his behalf along with few other easy recipes tho. Bee also didn't seem to ever clean his room. Optimus had to pick up every toy and thing and put them back on its place, only to find it on the floor again a joor later. Bee didn't seem to have a problem with it tho, he knew where everything was at all times.
Then Bee finished the academy course and was supposed to find a job. That also wasn't an easy task... He wasn't social much and never really tried to make any friends. Optimus tried to help him as much as he could, Bee got into few places but didn't stay there for too long before getting fired for mistakes. At one point Bee tried to go on his own to spare his Sire trouble, he ended up landing a job at one of the bars downtown. He was only supposed to come up to the customers at the tables and get orders, one time the bartender wasn't at the bar for the longest time and the customers were getting annoyed. He decided to take the matters into his own servos and jumped into the spot. He saw the bartender mixing the drinks multiple times and read the recipes, how hard could it really be?
The drinks turned out decent and once the bartender came back he was impressed Bee handled it so well. Bumblebee covered as the bartender more often, he was actually doing good. He dared to change up the recipe a tiny bit one time and it was a bullseye. Then the management had to fire the original bartender due to reasons unknown, that cycle Bee went back home oddly cheerful.
"Did something happen at work?" Optimus asked when Bee came home. Bee was just smiling for a nanoklik before proudly declaring. "Guess who got promoted to bartender!?" Bee actually brought some high grade mix he improved to celebrate, Optimus was unsure because Bee was a little young to be drinking but got convinced because it wasn't that much.
Being the bartender was the longest Bee ever had the job. He liked it and learned a lot of social skills while doing it. He was funny and could pull few tricks to entertain the clients. He even came up with few of his own recipes(much like Optimus with baking) that the local ended up using in the menu. One day though Bee came back from his shift sad, he didn't even say anything when he entered the quarters and went straight to his room. Optimus found him laying face-down on the berth. Turns out the bar was closed down without a warning. The management gave the workers the overdue payment but that still left the issue of Bee not having a job.
Bee tried few more times to get a job at a bar or some other restaurant but to no avail. Then Optimus got the news of Bee trying to get into the military. Of course, he wasn't happy but Bee seemed to wanna try and become Elite Guard- if he did he would also help Optimus with his job. Speaking of Optimus' job- things got complicated and he was once again thrown around the various departments doing things for bare minimum worth of credits. It was a tough time for them..
So Bee got signed into boot camp and surprise surprise, Sentinel was one of the teaching officers. And if it wasn't fun already, some big green weirdo constantly bothered him. But it wasn't as nearly as bad compared to the other green bot, Wasp. This one... Bee felt like he was facing the evil carequarters manager again. This menace of a bot constantly made his time there a nightmare. Bee tried to hold himself together, he tried telling Sentinel about what Wasp was doing but he ignored the issue completely and washed him off with "You need to toughen up. This ain't a playground.".
With that in mind, Bee never told Optimus about it when they had calls. He never told Optimus how much he suffered. Or that he was failing. He lied about everything being okay and things going well for him. Then one cycle, Wasp took it too far and Bee felt like he couldn't do it anymore. He went to the spot he knew almost no one visited and cried. But to his surprise, the big green weirdo, whose name was Bulkhead he learned, came and talked to him. Bulkhead was nothing like other bots, he was kind and gentle. He comforted Bee, much like his Sire would back when he was still a tiny Sparkling. The first time Bulkhead saw the little yellow bot standing alone he made it his goal to make him his friend. And he succeeded.
Optimus was very happy to hear when Bee told him he made a friend. He never heard bee call anyone a friend, that was great!
And so, Bee tried his best to pass while also being a jerk to Sentinel and pulling pranks on him. That, as you may guess, didn't work out. He got kicked out both because of the inability to get good scores and the "horrible behavior" by Sentinel's words. He didn't tell Optimus about that one either... Bulkhead was kind enough to hide him within the campus until he gets the degree to be the Spacebridge Technician. (don't ask me why there's education degrees in military, the council probably thought it was a good idea to mix the two for "efficiency") He even managed to pull some strings and get Bee a place in the same department as him as a helper repair bot.
In the meantime, Optimus was also having trouble with his job- he ended up being deemed a Space Birdge Captain thanks to his experience out in the field. He didn't tell Bee about it yet, and turns out he didn't have to. Right when he was supposed to meet his new team he saw his Sparkling standing there with the other crew members. Well, that was a surprise...
Ratchet was apparently also there cuz the Council being the Council, fucked him over by idioticly declaring he was too old for being a medic. Bulkhead was so confused cuz everyone knew each other except him. He was happy to meet Bee's Sire, Optimus was also happy to meet his Sparkling's first friend. He wasn't so happy to hear Bee got kicked out and lied about doing good. Bulkhead later told him in private about the Wasp bot that bullied Bee. Bee did tell him he and his other friend caught a spy and his name was Wasp earlier. The bot deserved it, in his opinion.
So things were normal for stellar cycles, they came from one place to another, fixing Space Bridge Gates. Bee's passion for tinkering was blooming and everything was going fine. Then they caught an SOS signal from one of the small planets and tadah! They found Prowl.
The two-wheeled minibot claiming to be a ninja. He wasn't very friendly towards them, but he didn't have much choice cuz his ship was wrecked and there was no way it was gonna fly again. So the team took him and he was there for the ride, they had 2 more stops before going back on Cybertron, Prowl was kind of forced to help them so they'll be over with it quicker. In the meantime, Bee tried to get to know the mysterious new bot, but his attempts were only pissing Prowl off. One time Prowl went to the team leader to make a complaint. He was surprised when Optimus didn't listen to him at all and instead scolded him. He only knew what he did when he told Ratchet about it and the medic laughed and told him Bumblebee and Optimus were family. Yeah, Prowl was much less commenting on Bee's behavior from then on.
Then they got a mysterious signal and went to check it out, they found both Decepticons and the legendary Allspark. Optimus tried to evacuate but something happened and they ended up being blasted by some strong energy and having to go into emergency stasis.
Then they woke up crashed on Earth.
Now i don't know what really happened, i haven't watched the show, so you got what you got. Do send ask about the new and improved AU, i'll be happy to answer!
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