#geez that’s awkward. couldn’t be me.

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build antis can get fucked every day of the year, but even moreso today <3

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bed chem - l.dh ; part o n e

description: what happens when you finally come face to face with the one and only notorious playboy!haechan...? you can't help but wonder your bed chem with him.

pairing: lee haechan x fem reader

genres: fluff, smut, college au

warnings: alcohol and smoking mentions, pet names, kissing, vulgarities, suggestive sexual activities, drunk mentions, reader uses her/she pronouns

author's note:

hihii !! this is my first ever post... so please be nice and I hope you enjoy this ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ♡ recently i’ve been listening to short n sweet album !! and i love bed chem sooooooo much ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ so i got the idea of writing this fic !! do lmk if you guys might want a entire series of short n sweet with other members hehe

location: home

“come onnnn y/n! i promised the dreamies i would be there at the party at mark’s houseee!” renjun whined as he tugged on your cherry patterned silk pyjamas.

“okay…go then?? i don’t understand why i would have to go with you??” you lazily said as you continued watching bridgerton without sparing renjun a glance.

“because you’re my best friend? and plus the dreamies have been wanting to meet my housemate for so long!”

ever since college began a year ago, renjun was in search of a place to stay in and luckily then you were in search of a housemate.

it was awkward in the beginning to say the least…

you had never lived with a boy your entire life until college but luckily renjun was the nicest guy ever, you guys instantly clicked and became great friends.

well renjun could’ve stayed with his dreamies friends that you’ve never met but renjun claims it’s too dirty and messy to live with 6 other boys.

you wouldn’t even dare to imagine the chaos…

“okay but what’s in it for me if i go?” you sighed, finally turning over to look at renjun.

“you’ll finally step out of the house and interact like a normal social functioning human?” renjun sarcastically replied giving the most “duhh” face.

although that was sarcastic, it was true… you hadn’t stepped out of the house since the semester break had began last week.

you’ve just been lazing at home with the same routine everyday.

you woke up in the late afternoons, ate lunch, binged watch your favourite shows till midnight before you finally ate your dinner and continued watching shows till you fell asleep.

the only person you communicated in the past week was only renjun but he was always out and about.

a huge difference between the two of you…

you were definitely comfortable but upon hearing renjun’s statement made you realise just how much you’ve been living like a cavewoman…

“fine! i’ll go with you… ONLY because i cant keep living like a cavewoman…” you finally stood up from the couch and got to your room to change and get ready.

“10minutes is all you get y/n!” renjun yelled.

pfft… 10minutes? in his dreams…

20 minutes later

“y/n! YOU MUST MAKE HASTE!!” renjun yelled.

(bridgerton reference hehe)

“i’m ready!! geez calm down renjun” you walked out of your room in a sheer white babydoll dress as you finished touching up on your lip tint .

“gosh i could fly back and forth between korea and china and you still wouldn’t have finished getting ready” renjun joked erupting laughter from both of you.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚

location: mark’s house, at the party

the moment renjun and you had arrived at the party…

my oh my… you could feel the bass vibrations of the music through your ears and the ground.

it was obvious this is mark’s house.

with vibrant neon flashing lights shined and lighted up the house as the lights peeked it’s way out of the windows giving the dark neighbourhood some sort of lighting.

you couldn’t imagine how badly your eyes were gonna hurt the moment you stepped into the party.

“hey! renjun you’re finally came!” a pretty boy with the biggest grin welcomed renjun.

“i would’ve been here earlier if miss given 10 minutes didn’t take so long…” renjun complained.

man… this dude won’t ever let this slide anymore…

“oh? she’s your housemate? you didn’t tell me she’s this beautiful? hi ! i’m na jaemin nice to meet you” jaemin introduced himself with sparkles in his eyes.

warmth crept up your cheeks as you’ve never had someone directly compliment you like this.

“hi…? im y/n… nice to meet you?” you shyly greeted back feeling nervous while jaemin held the most intense eye contact with you while you were mess looking everywhere but jaemin in the eye.

“you’re so cute like a tiny bear! gosh i would keep you in my pockets if i could!!” jaemin grinned and patted your head.

you could feel even more warmth rushing up this time round.

“okay jaems i don’t need you flirting with my housemate. my house is the last place i need you to be in” renjun rolled his eyes as jaemin held his hands up as if he was surrendering.

you chuckled lightly loving their friendship banter.

“let’s go find the others they’re waiting! come on little bear” jaemin told renjun as he slung his arm around your shoulders.

although it felt weird having a arm around your shoulder with a random dude you just met… it made the party felt less taunting honestly.

squeezing pass a body of strangers was the worst feeling ever but having jaemin’s arm to guide you made you felt safer while you could smell the beer coming from jaemin’s breath.

“alright guys! meet y/n! she is renjun’s housemate” jaemin stopped in front a place with a couch and a few beanbags placed with 4 other boys there.

you shyly waved at them

“hi!! im chenle nice to finally meet you!! ya! jisung quick say hi” chenle excitedly nudged this tall guy sat beside him which you assumed to be jisung.

“hi im jisung…” he muttered

“don’t worry about jisung he’s quite shy with new people” jaemin whispered to you as he stood beside you.

“hi jisung! nice to meet you” you mustered the friendliest greeting you could give and waved at jisung which he returned.

“hi y/n ! im jeno” jeno introduced as he smiled forming crescent moons gathering attention to the beautifully placed mole beneath his eye.

“ayo wassup im mark! you can mark me in your hea-”

“ok that’s enough mark!!” everyone interrupted mark’s introduction.

“aw dude i was hoping to say it once tonight” mark sulked as he took another sip from his red cup.

you couldn’t help but laugh at their silliness.

“wait where’s haechan hyung?” jisung questioned.

“probably sucking off a girl’s face or smoking right now” renjun said like it was the most natural thing ever.

“whatever he’ll find his way back later. come sit y/n !! do you want a drink? i can get it for you”chenle said as he patted the empty seat on the couch beside you.

“oh that’s okay i can get it myself! does anyone want anything from the kitchen?” you smiled appreciating the offer from chenle before you asked the group.

everyone shook their heads with some saying thanks.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚

you squeezed past the bodies of strangers again with random turns and passes until you finally found the kitchen.

but of course… another obstacle was in your way…

like a literal obstacle.

two humans making out in-front of the fridge making it impossible to get your drink.

you coughed lightly in hopes of getting their attention…

nothing.

“excuse me…?” you softly said.

still nothing.

“uhm hi… if you could just excuse me-” you said as you tapped the guy’s shoulders.

“what?” he scoffed, rolled his eyes before he finally faced you.

‘i was in a sheer dress the day that we met’

you felt the world stopped.

the music tuned out and you could feel your breathe stolen away.

you were faced with a guy with beautiful honey skin and a pair of the softest brown eyes despite the heavy smudged eyeliner.

he had beauty marks on his face that formed constellations.

he towered over you allowing his scent to engulf you. it was mix of woody scent, alcohol and cigarettes.

he stood tall as he dressed in in a black singlet and jeans with a classic black leather jacket over his shoulders.

the girl he made out with was long gone, it was just the two of you staring at each other in the kitchen.

it was safe to say you were attracted to this man in-front of you knowing well he screamed bad news.

the longer he stood and looked at you, his eyes softened.

you stood in-front of him, doe eyed, full of innocence in your white sheer dress and your pink pouty lips.

“fuck…” he thought in his head.

the same you thought. from just his appearance you could feel wetness pooling in your pink laced thongs.

you couldn’t help but wondered what was your bed chem with him.

he was the complete opposite of you, he embodied bad news, he was dark and mysterious, like a thunderstorm.

but you were different, you were alluring, you were like a breeze in a garden on spring day, like a breath of fresh air.

“cat got your tongue love?” he finally broke the silence.

“huh..oh.. uhm i just wanted to get a drink from the fridge sir?” you stuttered as you looked down at the ground barely gathering any courage to speak up.

weirdly the endearment felt so smooth when he called you as if he has always called you in that your entire life.

he found you so adoring.

but the way you said sir, made him felt something in him stir.

“did you just call me sir?” he questioned feeling intrigued.

“well… i don’t know your name” you finally looked up at him.

“don’t go around calling any guy sir randomly love. you don’t know what it does.” he leaned forward closing the distance between both your faces as he cups your face in his rough hand.

what a hypocrite this man was calling you love…

you could smell the mix of alcohol and cigarettes in his breath, which you usually hate but somehow you didn’t mind when it was with him.

“yo hyuck! finally i found you come be my beer pong partner- oh? y/n you finally met haechan!”

‘we were both in a rush we talked for a sec’

‘your friend hit me up so we could connect’

oh… so he’s renjun’s friend… haechan… haechan… hyuck?

haechan removed his hand from your cheeks, somehow you felt sad from the loss of comforting warmth from him.

“haechan this is y/n! she’s renjun’s housemate” mark staggered his way over to you and swinging his arm across your shoulders clearly losing his senses to alcohol soon.

“alright let’s get going beer pong championship achiever” haechan rolled his eyes as he removed mark’s arm from your shoulders.

“lessgooooooo!” mark excitedly exclaimed as he exited the kitchen to the beer pong table.

“i’ll see you around love” he patted your head with a smirk on his face and left with a wink.

blush crept up to your cheeks, you could feel yourself physically feeling hotter.

you quickly got your drink from the fridge and left to sit on the couch with the rest of the dreamies.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚

but the whole night you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander towards haechan standing at the beer pong table.

with the occasional glances and winks haechan would give you was not safe for your heart.

there was no denying you found haechan attractive.

but how could it be when you just met him?

“y/n? you good? you’ve been staring at haechan?” chenle questioned.

you’ve been exposed.

“oh? no i wasn’t… i think i’m just tired i tend to usually blank out” what in the stupidest excuse.

“aite it’s time to head back stoned y/n! let’s goooo” renjun stood up from the beanbag and walked towards the door.

“whaaaaat we just met stay longer little bear!” jaemin whined with rosy cheeks and eyes that were barely focusing on you anymore.

“sorry guys it’s late i should head back now… we can hang out sometime soon again tho” you suggested with a smile on your face.

jeno smiled and gave a okay sign with his hands before he waved bye.

before you could even step out of the house, a hand grabs your wrist.

you turned to find haechan holding onto you.

“leaving so soon love?” he cocked his eyebrow as he bent down to reach your height, making both of you face to face now.

you stumbled back a little, shock from the barely existent distance between the two of you.

haechan’s hands found it’s way behind your waist supporting you from tripping. you felt your breathe hitched from the contact.

his hands were warm but the silver rings he had on gave a cold touch to your waist. you love his touch, you craved for it and wished to be held by him as long as you can.

you couldn’t help but wonder how his touch would feel all around your body, playing with your tits as his other hand fingers you making you cum all over his fingers.

and watching him lick your cum all off his fingers and your pussy.

“i bet we would have really good bed chem…” you thought to yourself.

as you looked into his eyes this time, it held softness and sincerity different from when you had first met. you could feel his hot breath against you while you were quite literally holding onto your breath.

he smelled so good, you just wanted to be around him all day but you had to remind yourself, you had just met.

“yea it’s getting late and renjun’s already waiting so…”

“before you go…” he hands you his phone with his keypad on display.

you looked at him with questions in your eyes.

“what’s your phone number love? i need to keep in contact with you don’t i?” haechan chuckles as he jokingly uses his finger to push your forehead.

he looks so good smiling, like a bright sun on a cloudy day.

“oh! you could get it from renjun tho…” you said while keying in your phone number on his phone.

“if i get it from renjun, i wouldn’t have a chance to talk to you right now don’t i? and i wouldn’t be able to give you this.”

“huh? give wha-” suddenly you felt a pair of warm lips on your forehead.

“goodnight sweet dreams love. get home safe, text me when you’re home” he smiles and ruffles your hair.

oh haechan… what are you doing to my heart…

[sc0tters]

Make It Up | Quinn Hughes & Trevor Zegras

summary: when you get left at the lake house with trevor and quinn, what happens when their bet has a way of helping you.

pairing: quinn hughes x fem!jack hughes best friend x trevor zegras

request: yes/no

warnings: mature themes, threesome, p in v (unprotected), oral (fem and m receiving!), mild choking, degradation, spanking, swearing, weed, and drinking.

word count: 6.74k

authors note: strap in people for our @sweetestdesire smut where our inner whore was truly released. I hope you all enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it! and did this take me a week? yes…

“Don’t be so stupid!”

You heard Trevor groan as someone - who you could only assume to be Quinn - hit the boy on the head “I’m just saying that maybe we should let her decide who gets her?” Trevor’s shrugged still letting his hand nurse the sore spot on his head.

The boys were sat on the couch unaware of the fact that you had woken up and crawled out of the comfort that was your bedroom “you make her sound like she’s some toy bro.” Quinn scowled, knowing you were worth more than that.

But the younger boy laughed, taking the captains apprehension for something else “look if you think I could fuck Y/N better then, I’ll understand if you want to concede.” His words made your eyes go wide finally realizing that it was you that they were talking about, not one of the girls who stayed in the area for the summer.

The idea within itself was complicated, you were Jack’s best friend. Had been since you both ended up reaching for the last coke can in the cooler during a party.

It was that awkward moment as your hands touched “you can have it.” Jack offered letting his hand drop.

You were a gorgeous girl that had Jack wondering why he hadn’t seen you before “we could split it.” You shook your head as you smiled.

That offer was far more suitable for the two of you as he nodded ‘I would but I sorta got this rule that I need to know your name before I share a drink with you.” He made this exaggerated sigh that made you laugh.

The hockey player watched you playfully roll your eyes “it’s Y/N.” You mumbled holding your hand out to meet his “Jack.”

But somehow they didn’t really care for the innocence of that memory that was the foundation of which your friendship with Jack was built on.

“Oh you are so fucking on.”

With their handshake it now felt time for your presence to be known “you boys coming with for a run?” You forced a smile onto your lips acting like your mind wasn’t going a million miles a minute thinking about what they wanted to have be in store for you.

Their faces were red as their eyes went wide with fear wondering how much of that you had heard “geez, you’d think a bunch of athletes would be a little more cooperative.” You raised your hands in surrender assuming they wanted to discuss more of their conversation.

So they watched you walk off, sliding your shoes on before you sent them a salute. The boys grew jealous of your shorts and sports bra watching the material hug your breasts and the curve of your ass before you left them alone.

The desire that filled their bones was almost enough to have them run after you. But with the reminder of the fact that, the house was set to remain with just the three of you for another five days, they knew they could wait. After all, they couldn’t allow themselves to be seen as too desperate right?

Your initial plan for the summer was to have one last bit of fun before you headed off to work. After college you were left with two different offers which ironically enough, were in Vancouver and Anaheim. So now you were left with a measly week to reveal to them exactly which one you were going to take.

Now part of you was willing to just pick yourself, but being so indecisive by nature. When the idea came up of someone else picking for you, you practically chomped at the bit. Still refusing to let the figments of fantasy that your mind created around the boys plan, that they still didn’t bring up to your face.

But truthful it was all they could think about when they watched you fall asleep on the boat as the three of you grew used to each other. Settling into a routine what seemed to almost always have you in your bikini “I’m bored.” You whined skipping the song on Trevor’s playlist as you didn’t think you could handle the sounds of Drake once more.

You had been sat on the arm of the couch as you watched the boys play pool, after giving up when you lost for a fifth time in a row. As you sat up straight it made the boys smile turning their attentions to you “so what do you propose we do?” Trevor had a blunt between his fingers as he offered you a hit.

His eyes practically jumped into what felt like your soul as you nodded. Opening your lips slightly as you allowed him to rest it on your lower lip. Both boys watched in awe as your eyes never left Trevor’s “now breathe out f’me pretty girl.” His voice was soft as it made you feel at ease letting some of the herbal taste still on your tongue before you followed the instructions.

Trevor brought the blunt up to his own lips as even Quinn walked over to the two of you “what do you wanna do now doll?” The pet names had you feeling fuzzy when his hand was placed on your thigh.

It made you squirm as the alcohol in your system had you feeling everything in a tenfold strength “I want you both.” You confessed bringing the white claw that you were drinking to your lips to taste the mango flavored drink.

The boys swore they were dreaming, like their prayers had been answered and heavens gates opened. Yet when they remembered that they hadn’t brought it up to you panic did start to set in for the two of them.

Part of you realized your minor error and smiled as your cheeks turned a soft shade of pink “maybe it could help me decide where I go.” You shrugged running your fingers through your hair “and besides, it’s not like the two of you didn’t already want to fuck me.”

Trevor smirked running his fingers along his jaw as he looked down at you “y’know it’s rude to talk about someone behind their back.” He pointed out shaking his head, as if he was pretending to be disappointed that you had listened in on their conversation.

But instead a soft laugh left your lips as you took his dying blunt from him letting it rest between your fingers “thought it was worse to talk about someone though?” You quipped back bringing your feet up to the couches on either side of you, revealing the wet patch in your red bikini bottoms as you smirked “so if anything, I think we should be starting with an apology.” Your words were directed to them both as they couldn’t but almost cum on the spot as they watched your hand run down your bare thigh, with your baseball jersey - that you had most definitely stolen from Luke - falling to your sides.

The air in the room grew warm as the boys wondered who should really make the first move “princess if you want us to act sorry then you gotta do something for me first.” Quinn spoke up, almost in awe of how your eyes looked up at him when you nodded.

Quinn placed his fingers under your chin forcing your head up “go sit on the table f’me please.” Even as he had a tone strong enough to make your entire body squirm, he was still the well mannered boy that his mom raised him to be.

So of course you listened, short bursts of movement left the felt material against your ass “who do you want more of an apology from?” Trevor went to step in front of you as it was he who came up with the original idea of the agreement. Meaning that he was sure to be the most logical to be blamed.

But instead your eyes never left Quinn “someone who thought his morals were too good to fuck me.” The captain let his head drop as he realized that you had also heard the part where he tried to say no.

Somehow Trevor wasn’t disappointed to be shut down, instead he found himself comfortably on the pool table behind you “rest your pretty little head f’me doll.” Trevor mumbled spreading his legs to allow you to rest against him.

His fingers brushed over your collarbone as he smiled “Quinny you gonna fuck her or keep us both waiting?” The younger player couldn’t help but grumble still jealous that it wasn’t him between your legs.

Quinn tapped the pads of his fingertips over the insides of your thighs “been thinking about getting you like this since I met ya.” His confession made you blush as you remembered the day you picked up Jack’s FaceTime call from the older boy.

So you sent him a smile as he tapped your thigh motioning to you to push off of your hips making his cock throb against his boxers at the way you were so responsive to him. It took him a moment to hook his fingers into the bottoms of your swimsuit as he sucked in his breath, watching in awe at how your panties slid off of your legs “you’re such a pretty fucking girl.” Quinn murmured to himself as he pressed his hands on the table to stop you from shutting your legs.

He kissed up your skin, making sure to not miss a spot in his efforts to spread his love equally between your two legs “please.” Your voice drew a shaky whimper “since you asked so nicely.” The captain smirked, dropping his face down to meet your cunt.

His tongue was rough against your slit “shit!” You gasped pushing back against Trevor as your eyes fluttered feeling the new sensation

It made him smile as he watched your head look up to him “hi pretty girl.” Trevor mumbled as he cupped your cheek keeping you close as his lips hovered over yours.

He pressed a soft kiss against your lips wanting to keep your attention but as Quinn slotted his tongue into your cunt, it made you moan unintentionally giving Trevor the chance to slot his tongue between your lips. Quinn enjoyed how you tasted on his tongue letting his nose bump your clit occasionally to draw your eyes back to him “fuck Quinn!” You whimpered feeling the scruff of his beard against the inside of your thighs.

The captain practically treated you like you were his last meal, constantly sucking and licking as he replaced his tongue with his fingers letting the calloused skin stretch your cunt out. Quinn took the opportunity to watch you in awe “is this a good enough apology f’you?” He mumbled finally letting his tongue focus on your sensitive clit.

Your mind went foggy as you arched your back letting your ass press against Trevor’s boner that tried to push through his shorts “think Quinny boy asked you a question doll.” You could feel the younger boy’s warm breath against your neck as he ran his fingers up the sides of your chest.

His hands were rough as they found their place on the bikini top that did little to cover your breasts “since you won’t need this tonight.” Cockiness soaked his voice as the door air hit your hardening nipples, feeling the fabric that once covered them get pushed to the side.

Incoherent whimpers of apology felt from your lips as Trevor caught your breasts in between his fingers “s-so good.” You nodded feeling your fingers tug through Quinn’s locks that you had somehow convinced him not to cut coming into summer.

The new pain in his scalp made him grunt as the sensation traveled down to his cock, only making his tongue as his fingers move faster as he curved his fingers that thrusted into your cunt “I’m gonna.” You warned feeling your body grow tight as your toes curled when your eyes locked in on him.

Trevor’s antic’s only seemed to increase at that point rolling your sensitive peaks against his skin, bringing his lips down to suck at your ear lobe as he let his grunts echo on your ears.

You bit your lip as you squirmed, Quinn still attacking your clit in awe of the way you became a mess in his hands. As he tapped the pool table with two fingers from his free hand it seemed that he and Trevor had a secret language “he want’s you to make a mess on the table sweet girl.” Trevor’s mumble was all that you needed to finally reach your orgasm.

The walls around you absorbed the sounds of your cries and the way that you used each of your hands to each one boy close to you. Your body came crashing down from the high as if you had been brought to shore by a wave that knocked the wind out of your chest “lay off her for a second.” Trevor almost felt like he was getting protective over you as you struggled to regain your breathing with Quinn still lapping away at your cunt.

Quinn’s chin glistened from your juices and you couldn’t help but whimper using the remaining bits of your energy to lean forward to kiss him. Getting to taste your salty release on his tongue as it mixed with the array of drinks that he had been having through the day “fuck baby.” Quinn let out a grunt as he had to pull away from you just as you got into the kiss when his phone went off.

The contact that illuminated his screen was Josh and you couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows at it “I need to take this.” Quinn sighed wanting to kill his friend as he saw the previous two miss calls from earlier in the day.

You nodded - not like you had much choice anyways - as he left the room, leaving you to breathe against Trevor “hi pretty girl.” Trevor laughed as he caught your grin.

He helped you sit up straight “you still with us?” His voice was soft seeing your eyes begin to grow heavy.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins, body coming down from what could have been drowning. Once not being able to even breathe but now sat trying to process all that had happened “of course I am.” You grumbled looking down to see your breasts still out of your bikini top.

His hands reached for the two parts of triangle fabric before he pulled them together covering your breasts when you yawned “okay we are getting you to bed.” You wanted to argue with him but Trevor instead pressed a kiss to your lips.

It was enough to silence you honestly in surprise of such a soft gesture “I promise I’ll make sure to fuck you tomorrow.” He offered making your cheeks go red as he helped you off of the table.

You sent him a sweet smile ignoring the way that your thighs pressed together as the alcohol in your head made your eyes go heavy “don’t fall asleep before I figure out how to take your makeup off.”

The memories of that night stayed in your mind even as you lay on the seat at the back of the boat letting the sun coat you skin in a gorgeous glow. Even as you pretended to be asleep, no slumber would be powerful enough to nullify the power the boy’s gaze had. It wasn’t the sun that cooked your body, it was instead the attention that they sent you.

Last night was painful for them both as they had to sort themselves out, yet the sight of you in that new bikini reminded them of the important message: this is a marathon, not a sprint. Yet still Trevor couldn’t help but jump off of his seat as the moment that Quinn killed the engine. The area they picked was quiet, in the years they went not a single person beyond the group in the boat had been seen.

That was partly the reason why they picked it today. The soft marks on your neck reminded them of the night before, and they both needed more “you know I can feel you watching right?” You blurted out feeling the sun that once shone on you, now partially blocked by a body that stood over you.

Trevor smirked as he clicked his tongue “should have given us a show then.” He winked watching you sit up straight to look at him “do my best ones with a bit more music than this.” Your words were intended to be playful but instead Trevor pulled his phone out of his pocket as he scrolled to a playlist.

You expected to hear the soft sounds of whatever rap music that was on his Spotify playlist, but instead it was your own picks in the yearly lake house mixtape you crafted. Quinn had joined the two of you in the back of the boat “don’t be a brat.” His hand tugged through his hair making you remember how it felt between your fingers just hours before.

The boys knew you were good but letting them watch you in nothing more than what seemed to be your tiniest bikini as you let your ass hang in there air “fuck pretty girl.” Trevor couldn’t help palm his cock through his pants locking eyes with you.

You licked your lips attempting to crawl to him in the most sultry manner possible “should I finally make you feel good?” You asked as you placed your hands on his knees, using the little upper body strength that you have to push yourself onto him.

The sight made the boys mouths water as you straddled the Ducks player’s thighs “think I should fuck you yet?” The question oozed from your lips as he whimper, feeling your hand close over his “please.” Trevor nodded wanting every inch of you in that moment.

Your lips were soft against his ear “you wanna join my show and put one on for Quinn?” You sucker at his lobe grinding your cunt against him as you pulled his hand out from his pants bringing it to your breast instead “oh shit.” The boy whined as he swore he felt your folds spread for his cock.

Quinn had no shame letting his shorts go halfway down his thighs. His cock was in his hands as he pumped himself “need to hear your words.” You cooed pushing into your knees as you let the flimsy material of your bikini top catch his eyes.

Your breasts looked perfect - they always do - but now that sight has his shorts ready to rip at the seam “use me doll.” Trevor forced the words out from his lips with a deep breath, trying to keep some once of strength.

His eyes locked with yours as you froze, checking that he was being serious “want your cunt all over my cock.” He begged making you catch your lower lip between your teeth.

You got up making his expression grow hurt “gotta take these off unless you plan on fucking me through them.” You pointed out and you swore that there was something in the air that made them both contemplate it for a second.

But as they watched your bikini bottoms drop to the ground they realized what it was all truth “fuck Y/n please.” Trevor tugged his shorts down finally letting his cock hit his pelvic bone “you are so responsive.” You grinned letting your ass meet his cock.

He hissed at the feeling of you dragging his cock over your slit before you sunk down on it. You had opted to sit facing away from him so that you could have a similar effect on Quinn too “shit baby.” Trevor watched your legs spread on either side on the boat bench before you began to push off of his cock.

The movements were ones that the two of you quickly fell into letting him help you out as your walls hugged his cock letting him guide the pace “this pussy is heaven.” Trevor announced making Quinn grow jealous.

He had seen you first, so you were meant to be his. But somehow you were sat making Trevor feel good “wanna suck your cock.” You blurted out snapping your head to Quinn who nodded.

The boy tucked himself back into his shorts as he got up, paying little attention to the sounds of your skin slapping against Trevor’s lap. Your legs tucked to the sides, trying to make it easier for you to bounce as his cock grazed your sweet spot.

Trevor was feeling awfully possessive as his fingers dug into your sides taking charge of the thrusts pace “can’t have you move.” He gritted as you leaned forward to kiss Quinn, forcing Trevor to elongate his thrusts in order to feel your cunt in its entirety.

Quinn’s lips were rough against yours as you let your hand trail down to his waistband, tugging them down to his sides “you poor guy.” You clicked your tongue as you went to wrap your hand around his cock.

But Trevor lay a hard slap to your ass that made you jump “behave before we make sure to fuck you like the real whore that you are.” He warned tugging at the bow of your bikini letting the material fall from your breasts again “sorry Quinny.” You apologized batting your eyelashes at him as he smiled.

The older boy ran his fingers through your hair “think you know how to make it up to me.” He nodded as you dropped your head “cause you don’t get to cum until you’ve finished him off in your mouth.” Trevor’s words were meant to make you freeze with fear, but instead you took it as a challenge.

Your tongue ran over the underside of his cock as your eyes locked with Quinn’s “fuck it’s like she wants to be treated like a slut.” The Hughes boy grunted as he tugged his fingers through your hair.

Quinn was big in your mouth, his cock was hitting the back of your throat as he refused to let you even think about teasing him. Your eyes fluttered as they got into a rhythm. For every time that Trevor thrusted deeper into your cunt, Quinn would pull back.

Only for them to then switch roles “wonder what Jack would think seeing his best friend between us?” Trevor asked as he let his hand travel down your clit.

A moan let your lips when your cunt clenched around his cock, at the feeling of his fingers against your sensitive nub “think she likes the idea of being caught like that huh?” Quinn egged you on.

He let his head fall back when you tilted your head forward to take more of his cock in your mouth “this mouth was made to be fucked Jesus.” The captain let out a grunt as he felt your nails claw at this thighs attempting to help gain back some control.

Even with that you still gagged on his cock treating it like a drug that you needed so much more of, for each time Trevor’s cock hit your cunt deeper. For every time you swore you felt the ducks player in your brain, he seemed to push you that much further.

You were a moaning mess as your legs began to shake swearing that you felt a bruise form on your pelvis “aghhh.” Your saliva dripped down your chin as your cunt clamped around Trevor.

At that point Quinn was doing all of the work fucking your throat “fuck you are gonna make me cum.” He tugged at your hair making you moan as he felt his cock throb against your tongue.

Trevor was doing everything that he could to not coat the walls of your cunt as you clenched around him “play with her tits.” He knew you weren’t going to last long as your cunt gushed around him “she fucking loves it.” He added with a smirk as you whimpered, forcing your thighs closer together as the thought of them taking about you like you weren’t there made you squirm.

His hands were rough against your breasts and that combined with the feeling against your clit and how Trevors cock was practically in your stomach at this point, was too much for you. Tears flooded your waterline as your body thrashed against them.

Quinn felt his orgasm quickly approach as your throat tightened around his cock finally sending him over the edge “shit doll.” Quinn’s thrusts grew inconsistent as he pressed his fingers into the back of your scalp as he “fuck you are gonna make me cum.” He tugged at your hair making you moan as he felt his cock throb against your tongue.

So it seemed that one tug of your nipples was enough to finally let Quinn shoot his release into your mouth, sure to not waste a drop of it. Your nose was pressed against his skin as he caught his breath thrusting once or twice more. Certain that his cock was milked dry before he pulled out “holy shit.” As the captain fought to regain his breath again it sent Trevor into overdrive.

His pace grew animal hearing the grunt that left Quinn’s lips as he watched you swallow his release as if it was nothing “shit Z.” You whimper letting your own fingers tug at your breasts when you were spun around to face Trevor.

The boy was desperate to watch you cum “a deal is a deal pretty thing so go make a mess on my cock.” Was all you needed to hear to fall against him “fuck Trevor!” Your teeth sunk into his shoulder to muffle your moans when your walls clenched around his cock.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt his release mark up your walls when he planted your hips against his to try to stop you from squirming anymore “holy shit.” You gasped as your chest heaved trying to process the black specs that were still in your vision.

They laughed watching Trevor reach behind you to do up your bikini top when they heard the sound of a boat engine “it seems we might have some company.” And with that you were back on the boat bench with a towel wrapped around your hips as you waited for a chance to put your bottoms back on.

The boys thought that the timing of the other boat was horrible, but you were just glad that you had came before it decided to.

You walked back to the house from the dock in Trevor’s shirt as you laughed priding it now as your own. Quinn watched the younger boy almost chase you up the grass making you squeal like you were going to lose, even as the hockey player had the cooler in his hands “guys.” You were quick to freeze the moment you realized that the front door was left wide open.

Trevor took the chance to bump into you as he grinned “told you I would get my shirt back.” He smirked until his eyes followed yours bringing up similar questions “nice to see someone finally show up.” Josh teased as he locked eyes with you.

This wasn’t the first trip you had met him on and your cheeks grew a soft tint of red when he looked down realizing that he had walked into a rather interesting dynamic “the three of us were just on the boat.” You explained bringing your hair in front of your neck to cover where Trevor had his hands on your throat “hey guys.” You and Trevor did little to hide your glares at Quinn as the eldest Hughes boy walked up.

Quinn awkwardly smiled looking towards his friends for any kind of help “was gonna tell you two last night but then you went to bed early.” He shrugged making the mental note to apologize to you after on in the day.

That was all hours ago and now it seemed that the plans of the summer of sex were now nothing more than a fun memory. You couldn’t sleep properly in the now fuller house so as you saw the time was three a.m, you opted for a midnight snack. It was a common occurrence for you as you continued to curse the creaky floorboards that sat beneath your feet.

Quinn had heard it as he too struggled to sleep with the sounds of Josh’s snores now coming from next to him “you really did fuck me over buddy.” Quinn sighed as he raked his fingers through his hair wanting to be mad at the boys for how their arrival was indeed a giant cock block. Quinn had tried convincing them to come at least a day or two after their proposed date, but the requests clearly fell onto deaf ears.

In the kitchen you stood with a bowl of fruits that you were grateful you cut up the day before. The mix of mango and watermelon was tasty on your tongue as you cracked open a white claw, figuring that you might as well give yourself the time to relax properly “you got room f’one more?” Quinn asked as he walked down the stairs to see you comfortably situated against the counter.

Your eyes sharpened as he continued his walk towards you “depends.” You sighed putting another mango cube into your mouth “your friends gonna come down and decide that they want some too?” The spite in your voice made it clear to him that you were still so beyond annoyed that he had done that to the two of you.

It made the captain scoff “look I didn’t ask for them to come early.” He shot back as he rolled his eyes “so don’t fucking bitch about it like it is my fault.” He warned you clearly not impressed by the new attitude you had.

However his words only seemed to light a fire beneath you “well what are you gonna do if I don’t stop being a brat?” Your words were curious as you bit into a piece of mango accidentally letting the juice of it slide down your chin and onto your t-shirt “because you aren’t really the kind of guy who is gonna fuck me back into my place.” You took a step closer to him as you reminded him of the game of never have I ever from last summer. When Quinn decided to let Jack and Trevor know that they were disgusting for having had slept with girls whilst everyone was under the roof of the house.

But this time something snapped in Quinn. His lips were quickly on yours as you swore you had never seen so much anger in his eyes “you think this is a fucking funny joke don’t ya?” The hockey player spat as he pushed you onto the counter where you placed the bowl behind you “hell you’re probably soaked at the thought of me fucking you for them all to hear.” He added pushing the sleep shirt you wore up to reveal the white panties you had beneath it.

He let out a grunt seeing the wet patch on them “why did you have to act like such a fucking brat if all you wanted was to be fucked?” The boy asked letting his two fingers collect your wetness as they made their way between your folds.

Your lips pressed together as you stopped yourself from letting out a moan, but that only made him more annoyed as he pushed through into your cunt “don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how to speak already?” Quinn spat as he brought his hand to rest around your throat “n-no.” Tears formed in your eyes as you felt the skin of his palm graze over your clit.

Quinn felt his cock grow hard as he felt you clench around him “please.” You begged bringing your hips up to meet his fingers as you so badly needed more “use your words.” He instructed as he began to slow down his thrusts using it as a warning against you.

You shook your head as your fingers gripped at the edge of the counter “need your cock.” You blurted out making his fingers force themselves even deeper into the gummy walls of your cunt “think you deserve it?” He taunted bringing his lips dangerously close to yours.

The boy wondered if he was being too rough with you all of a sudden “just wanna cum on your cock.” You whined not having a care in the world for the concerns that had flashed across his face.

Those words made him tug your panties down over your feet as he let them form into a ball “would hate for the boys to hear ya.” He pointed out placing them into your mouth as he pulled you off of the counter.

Before you knew it, you were facing the staircase with your stomach against the counter as Quinn lined up his cock with your entrance. He took the time to spread his precum across your slit as you let out a muffled moan “fuck Z was right about how good this cunt is.” Quinn let out a grunt as he felt your walls quick to hug him.

Trevor knew he shouldn’t have chugged the whole bottle of water before bed, but somehow he did it and was now wide awake after going to pee. But what stopped him from ending back in his room was the fact that your door was wide open and you were now nowhere in sight.

It made his lips form a frown until he saw the low light creep up the stairs that came from the kitchen. He thought that you must have just been tired wanting a snack and he smirked to himself as he went to offer you some company.

The creaks of the floorboards made you whimper as your eyes went wide “fuck princess maybe someone is gonna walk in on you being such a slut.” Your cheeks were stained from your tears as the boy continued to let his hips snap into yours.

The idea of it happening made your cunt clench around him as he lay a slap on your ass “but maybe it’s what you wanted all of this time huh?” Quinn taunted you as a muffled moan left your lips letting your spit soak your panties.

Your heart pounded against your ribcage as you grew nervous seeing the feet walk down the steps as you swore that Quinn’s pace had somehow gotten quicker as he made bruised your pelvis consistently pressing against your g-spot “would you look at that.” Trevor smirked as he caught sight of Quinn fucking you. You looked like a mess, Quinn’s hand in your hair and your mouth stuffed with your own panties “honestly I am offended that you guys didn’t wake me up for this.” He pointed out as he walked down the remainder of the steps.

Trevor felt his cock grow hard as he was finally able to see the proper sight of how Quinn fucked your cunt “let me hear ya now then.” His words were soft as he pulled your panties from your mouth.

With that came a string of loose moans that had your entire body shaking “doll is he fucking you good?” Trevor quizzed as he gripped your chin between his fingers.

You whimpered with a nod as your lips formed a pout feeling his free hand reach down to rub at your clit “woulda fucked you too but it seems I’m too late to the party.” The ducks player faked being hurt as the view of your blown pupils were enough to make him feel better.

Your cunt squelched as the sounds of skin slapping echoed off of the walls around you “shit.” Your head fell forward as you rested it on Trevors shoulder feeling your eyes screw shut as each boy played apart in your pleasure.

The boys locked eyes with each other as they knew they shared the common goal of making you cum “squeezing me so tight I might lose my dick in it.” Quinn warned as he tugged his fingers through your hair letting out a grunt as he felt his cock throb when you clenched.

Trevor felt your tears soak his skin as he forced your face up to look at him “what’s got you all sad pretty girl?” He taunted you pressing his thumb into your clit harder when you whimpered.

You felt your eyes flutter as pleasure built in your stomach as your hands gripped at Trevors shoulders “just wanna cum so bad.” You confessed feeling that if you hadn’t been between the two of them that you would have been on the floor in a mess.

It made the boys moan in delight as they began to think about how needy you were “oh I think you know how to ask is better than that.” Trevor clicked his tongue as Quinn wanted to reach over to kill him, worried that he couldn’t handle much more of fucking you.

Your throat felt raw as Trevor used his free hand to wrap around hit “please let me cum.” You pleaded “just wanna feel so good on his cock.” Trevor looked to Quinn who nodded “go on pretty girl.” Trevor nodded finally giving you the green light.

The coil in your stomach broke as Trevor’s pace of his rough fingers against your clit didn’t let up, much like Quinn’s thrusts as he fucked you through your orgasm “shit shit shit!” You chanted the course of words as your body shook clenching around Quinn as it trigged his own orgasm.

His release sprayed up the walls of your cunt placing his mark on you too as they didn’t stop their actions until you went quiet. Quinn’s cock hit the inside of your thigh as he pulled out of you.

Trevor brushed your hair out of your thighs as he heard the sound of the floor creaking once more meaning that someone was awake.

As your adrenaline crashed your eyes went wide pushing the boys away from you as you pulled your shirt down over your ass “panties?” You asked forgetting which boy hand them.

Trevor pulled it out of his pocket as he tapped your ankle to help you put them on “now I might not be a genius, but unless we want a real audience I suggest we go to bed.” Trevor pointed out as you nodded feeling Quinns cum soak your panties as it pressed against your slit.

You nodded as the boys helped you back up the steps picking up on your shaky legs it left them needing to carry you up the stairs.

Watching them leave your room you were brought back to the decision that you knew you needed to make, only one of them could get you. Sure they could share for the summer, but you had a job in one of their cities.

The summer had gone by in the blink of an eye and now you were in his apartment getting ready for the first day of work “happy first day to me I guess.” You teased coming down from your high as you had woken up to him between your legs.

It was truly his favorite place to be “I am just making sure that your day is off to the best start.” He shrugged as he crawled through the sheet and let his face hover over yours as he let your release act like a badge of honor.

You rolled your eyes as you laughed “you’re such a goof.” You mumbled as you kissed his lips shaking your head.

He melted into it as he grinned “but I’m your goof.” Trevor reminded you as he pulled you into his arms letting you roll onto his stomach as he kissed your head.

You hoped that Anaheim would be just as good to you as he was.

[planetpedri]

i need more of your pedri stories pls 🥹 they are my guilty pleasure atm!! can i get sth where they are not dating but in like a joined friend group? and they are always like very close and touchy and all their friends tease them because they all know that they like each other? <3

Kind of (type of way) — Pedri Gonzalez.

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everyone seems to know how Pedri and you feel about each other, except for you two. And who were they if they didn’t point it out all the time?

Word count: 719

Disclaimer/s: fluff + teasing!

A/N: idek what to say except im soooo. 😭 sorry these are taking me so long! I’ve been super busy lately!! Needed this after their fucking LOSS yesterday. 😒

“Well, yeah no that’s not going to work.” You scrunch your eyebrows as you examine the contents on the table. “You got everything except the actual main ingredients, such as chocolate chips.”

Your friend purses her lips, “oh. See I knew I was forgetting something..” She rubs the back of her neck, “okay, well.. so like—“

“Hey guys! So, no cookies for today! Sarah forgot to grab the chocolate chips.” You give a tight lipped smile, rounding the table to find the rest of your friends in the living room.

A chorus of groans erupt throughout the room, heads tilting back in disappointment. “I’m sorry! It’s not even my fault—“

Laughing lightly, you plop down onto the open seat beside Pedri, shooting him a quick grin as his arm loops around your shoulder. Subconsciously, you lean into his touch, shifting to find a more comfortable position.

It had always been like this. You near Pedri and him pulling you closer. You always tried to avoid thinking too hard on the way your stomach tightened at the gesture. You couldn’t allow yourself to think that way. He is your best friend.

But nobody else seemed to get that memo. Their lips tugging into grins as they watch Pedri’s fingers rub delicate little patterns into your exposed arm. The faintest hint of a smile he held every time you were in hid vicinity. The way it grew every time you looked in his direction before quickly looking away.

It was very noticeable to everyone around how you two felt about each other.

“Geez, pull her any closer why don’t you.” Gavi quips, earning daggers from the boy beside him. You’d barely registered what he was saying before Pedri’s mouth opened.

“Shut up.” He rolls his eyes, though his grip loosens around you anyways.

Oookay.. awkward! Now everyone was really looking at you two. Eye’s rolling to the back of your head, you brace yourself for the roll in’s of everyone’s input.

Laughter emits from the rest of the group, “clutching onto her like she’s going to leave him for another man. She’s all yours big bro.” Your younger brother grins proudly at his own joke, which you did not enjoy.

It was one thing for your friends to point it out, but when it came from your younger brother.. “isn’t it past your bedtime?” You scowl, eyes flickering to the clock that read; 9:37 PM.

Alex’s smile falters. “Very funny.”

“No, can we actually talk about how insane this is? Like, if I didn’t know you guys, i’d assume you were dating. That’s so not normal.” Sarah points in your direction, motioning between the two of you.

Pedri, now finding it amusing how your face flushed so deeply, so prominently, it was hard not to notice. “Chill out, they are just messing with us.” His arm bend, using his hand to ruffle your hair.

Not. Helping.

“Yeah, yeah.” You huff, perching your legs up on the coffee table as you lean back into his side. Your friends share knowing looks but drop the teasing for your sake.

The topics change, but your mind is stuck on Sarah’s words. ‘It’s not normal.’ And it wasn’t. Nothing about the way you two acted was normal.

Pedri, sensing your mood shift instantly, watched your face grow more and more confused. Your eyebrows tugging together, your tongue pressing out your lips as they pulled together, your slow blinking.

“Hey?” He shakes your arm once, squeezing it lightly to gain your attention.

Just like that, you snap out of it. Eyes snapping towards him and lips forming a small smile. “Yeah?”

“They’re just teasing… don’t let it get under your skin.” He assures you, smile matching your own, if not brighter. His eyes dart around your face, trying to catch a stray wrinkle that would tell him what you were thinking.

The small look of worry that flashes across his face made your heart thump. “Teasing. Right.” You nod, using your hand to give Pedri’s, that was rubbing your arm, a small squeeze.

In that moment, something changed in Pedri’s eyes. Something about the way he was looking at you… it was different. Yet it told you all you needed to.

It wasn’t wrong to like him, love him, because he loved you right back.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby @gadriezmannsgirl !

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

Part 8

Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

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A/n: Hello! I'm back with another part, I hope I didn't make you wait for too long. Anyways, grab a snack and let's get into it since this part is kinda long ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

W.c: 4.4k+ words

Warnings: Not Proofread

Have a fun reading session 🫶🏻🤍

You sighed as you stood at the entrance of the room, the walls of the room seemed to close in as they faced the awkward reality of sharing it. With an annoyed tone you looked at Gojo who already started unpacking and said,

“Can you leave the room for a moment? I need to change!”

He looked back at you with a dismissive glance and retorted,

“Why would I? I thought I was your husband”

“Are you for fucking real” you scoffed.

“You can change here! I’m not dying to see your body anyway” he shrugged, without a warning he started unbuttoning his shirt in front of you.

You quickly looked away, not ready to see him shirtless. He began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants and that’s hit was your last straw.

You clenched your jaw, determined to not let him get under your skin, you snatched your pyjamas from your bag and shot back,

“Asshole! You’ve got no shame”

You stormed out of the room, heading to the bathroom, sneaking so no one can see you. Gojo was smirking to himself after managing in getting on your nerves again at least to some extent. Since you were in the bathroom, you stayed there for a bit, and took a warm shower just to wash the tiredness away. (note, gojo took a shower when Y/n was packing at home)

…..

With a deep breath, you walked inside again. As you entered, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his sight, he was shirtless, his hair falling down on his face, comfortably nestled on the bed, a self-satisfied grin played on his face.

“Really?” you muttered under your breath, an irritated edge to your voice.

“What? “

You ignored him and climbed onto the bed, keeping a clear boundary between you and him,

“Stay in your side of the bed and we won’t have any problems” you warned

“Oooh look at me I’m shaking with fear”

“Stay.in.your.fucking.side.Satoru”

He chuckled, deliberately stretching out his arms as if to test your patience,

“Relax princess! I’m not interested in crossing your precious territory”

You huffed in frustration, edging away from him,  pulling the blanket to cover yourself,

“Fine then, and can you put some shirt on I won’t be comfortable with you sleeping naked like that beside me”

“Geez you really need to chill and loosen up a bit, I’m used to sleeping naked, deal with that ”

“Whatever..” you mumbled and laid down .

Exhausted from the verbal sparring you finally fell silent both of you, making sure to turn off the lights. It was late anyway and you needed to sleep, but could you?

Backs facing each other, only the steady rhythm of your breathing is heard, but eyes still wide open, mind fully awake. The bed was warm, but t felt cold, you were in each other’s company yet felt so alone. That’s your truth, not only you but also Gojo Satoru. Maybe being the strongest served him to maintain that perfect image but no one really knows what’s hidden behind this perfectness.

Gojo’s Pov:

I laid beside her, staring at the darkness, it’s better than staring at her anyway. I can’t fall asleep, I won’t fall asleep even though I’m exhausted as fuck. She can’t catch me in that situation again, I won’t give her a single chance to think that I’m weak, vulnerable or scared by my night terrors that haunt me every night. Spending the coming days locked in this room with her at every night fall is a bitter pill to swallow. I’m not used to anyone sleeping beside me, especially not her. She can’t find out, she’ll use that against me, and I won’t let it happen.

End Of Pov

As the night proceeded, Gojo looked behind, stealing a glance at you, you weren’t moving only your steady breathing is heard. He leaned in closer to you, to get a better look and make sure you’re asleep before he goes to sleep himself. He inched closer, peeking over your shoulders to look at your face. Your eyes were closed, hair strands falling on your face, lips pouting. Your small hands clutching onto the pillow, your chest rising and falling in  a rhythmic pattern. His eyes traced the delicate features of your face, soft features that were the complete contrast of your harsh attitude towards him. Unable to resist the nagging curiosity, he found himself leaning in closer and closer, his face only inches away from yours, completely lost in your sleeping figure. He never paid attention to any of your details before but now he does. His fingers tried to move to tuck that hair strand that was tickling your nose, but he stopped midway. Realization struck  him like a lightening bolt, he blinked as if he was awakening from a trance.

“The fuck Am I doing?” he said to himself.

He swiftly scooted back to his side, pulling the blanket over him again, shaking his head in disbelief of his own actions.

“Guess I crossed her imaginary line that she drew between us” he added to himself.

Y/n Pov:

I was so sleepy, so I closed my eyes waiting for sleep to just take me. But I couldn’t, my mind is a busy place, crowded with thoughts that made drifting off almost impossible. The room was silent but inside me was loud, noisy. Suddenly, I could feel the subtle shift in the mattress. “Is he still awake?” I thought to myself. I thought he was going to use the bathroom but no even with my eyes still closed, I sensed his presence, drawing nearer to me. Every muscle in my body tensed up, clutching onto my pillow tighter “Is this the end? Is he gonna strangle me in my sleep?” I thought to myself again. My eyes firmly shut, waiting for any action, but all what I can feel is his hot breath on my face. A shiver run down my spine. Too caught in the paradox of the situation, why would he watch me while I sleep? Is he dreaming? Long moments of an unspoken tension, got me twisted, unsure of his intentions, unsure of what’s between us. I can feel him backing away from me, finally relaxing my body, but my mind took another direction, and what I’m sure of, is that it’s impossible to fall asleep tonight.

End Of Pov

That was right, none of you fell asleep that night. Your backs turned to each other, patiently waiting for the dawn to break so you can just leave your bed.

………

You  already foreseen the awkwardness once both of you are awake and leave the bed and you wanted to escape that. You quickly glanced at him, the blanket wasn’t covering all of him, and you got to see is his back, his muscular back. Your eyes swiftly travelled from his back, shoulders, neck and finally his undercut. You carefully slid out from beneath the covers, the soft creaking of the mattress filled the room. Silently, you gathered your clothes avoiding any unnecessary noise that might draw his attention to you. Without looking back, you slid out of the room, closing the door behind you, making your way to the bathroom. A shower would definitely refresh you and get you ready for the day, even thought you were struggling to keep your eyes open.

Meanwhile back in the room, Gojo turned to lay on his back, his arms behind his head, watching the ceiling  while sun rays leaked through the window, he wanted to sleep since now you weren’t in the room, but he has got a long day of work waiting ahead.

*time skip to breakfast time*

All of you were gathered around the table in the common room eating your breakfast. You , your husband Gojo, Nanami, Principal Yaga, Mei Mei and all of your students.

Both you and Satoru fighting to keep your eye lids open, barely engaging or even catching up to the conversation.

“Satoru, y/n! are you even listening?” asked Principal Yaga.

The way he called you, woke you up from your awake slumber.

“hm?” you said in union.

“Geez sensei! You look tired? Are you okay?” asked Yuuji directing the question to both of you.

“yeah fine!” you said in unison.

“had a long night huh?” said Nobara

Both of your eyes widened, Gojo almost choking on his drink.

“I mean, it’s a new place and the bed mattress is kinda hard for the back… I struggeled to fall asleep too when I first moved here” she added blushing trying to fix the misunderstanding tha she caused by that innocent question she asked.

But Mei Mei insisted on misunderstanding, she kept on glaring at you, her hand tightly holding her cup of coffee, thinking that both of you had sex.

“And I thought I couldn’t hate you more Y/n” she mumbled to herself under her breath, knowing that she’d spend the rest of her day thinking, scheming how she’d take her revenge.

“Satoru and Nanami, meet me in my office after breakfast, you’ve a got a mission” ordered principal Yaga.

Both of them nodded, and headed to his office straight after they finished eating.

You had class with the 1st years today and you had free time in the evening so you all what you were thinking about is taking a long ass nap after teaching and that what kept you going for the day.

You students were there in the field waiting for you. You headed to the weaponry room to grab the ones that you’ll use for today’s lesson.

“The famous Y/n! having a good time huh? Enjoying your time with your husband? I see your relationship evolved!” started Mei Mei taking you by surprise.

“Mei Mei? What are you doing here?”

“Came to see you of course!”

“I don’t see any reason for that, besides I’m working right now!”

“Oh of course right! You gotta do something and contribute to the Jujutsu world in the easiest way possible”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well don’t get me wrong but you’re enjoying the luxury life aren’t you? Something you weren’t used to?”

“Stop speaking in riddles!”

“Having a rich, handsome husband that brought you up from the shitty life of yours, working here locked inside, teaching some martial arts moves that everyone already knows, while others are fighting outside to protect you.. What could be more pathetic than that?” she said in an offensive tone.

You were clearly confused, not knowing what she meant exactly but protecting you.

“The hell are you talking about Mei Mei? Are you that desperate for a morning argument?” you spat back.

“No no sweetheart! I’m spitting facts that’s all”

“Well I hate to break it to you, but those are not facts, they’re just bullshit that you like to create.. as always! I’m doing my job here as a teacher, and I’m not waiting for anyone to protect me..I can totally protect myself”

“Oh I doubt that, since Principal Yaga assigned all of us to watch over you… to be honest, I hate it, I didn’t wanna do it. Because you see, I don’t care if you get hurt or not ..but just so you know that everyone here is stronger than you even your students”

“I don’t understand! Why would he assign you to watch over me?” you asked genuinely confused.

“Oh poor girl! Your lovely husband didn’t tell you that he’ll protect you from to Toji Zenin who’s scouring every corner of Tokyo to find you”

“Huh? Who’s Toji Zenin?”

“Well! When he catches you, you can ask him in person!” she said and then left.

You furrowed your brows, completely perplexed, who’s Toji, why would he search for you everywhere? Why principal Yaga assigned them to protect you? And from what exactly?

All these questions burned your throat, but who’s gonna answer them?

You grabbed the weapons and headed to the field, Yuuji, Megumi and Nobara, already there bickering as always.

“Hey guys! So today we’re learning about the usage of arrows! Of course later on you’ll use your jujutsu energy and transform it into the arrow” you started.

....

Finally break time after three hours of teaching. As they started walking away, you cleared your throat maybe Megumi knows something

“Megumi-Chan!” you called,

“Hm? Yes sensei?”

“Um was wondering if I could talk to you for a second!”

He nodded and walked back towards you, you had to many questions but you didn’t want to overwhelm him, he was only a student so you picked up a one important question, principal Yaga should be the one answering your questions anyway.

“Who is Toji Zenin?” you asked

Megumi’s eyes widened, not expecting this sudden question. Air got caught in his lungs, not sure how to answer it.

“It’s –Um…he’s um-” he stuttered, hesitant to tell you.

“It’s okay if you don’t know him!” you smiled.

“He’s my father” he blurted out.

“F-father?”

Why on earth would Megumi’s father search for you? And if he’s his father then how come he doesn’t know his own son’s teachers?

“Your question was very sudden! Is there any motive behind it?” he asked in confusion.

The students have no idea about Toji Zenin breaking loose and searching everywhere just to kill you, they’re as confused as you. You hesitated to ask more questions since he seemed uncomfortable and you didn’t want him to overthink anything so with a sweet smile you said,

“Nah t-there’s no motive! It was just a simple question,  please don’t worry about it continue with your day!”

He nodded, sensing that there’s something off about it. He hasn’t met his father in so long and it got him wondering.

You couldn’t handle it so you headed to principal Yaga’s office. You’re one the teachers and its your right to get informed about anything just like the other teachers.

“Yaga Sensei?” you started knocking on the door.

“Yes Y/n come in!’

“Sorry for bothering you but I had to ask some things!”

“Sure anything go ahead!”

“Why would Megumi’s father search for me everywhere?”

Principal Yaga cleared his throat, shifting in his chair, but insisted on hiding the truth.

“Why would he look for you? Who told you that? No one is looking for you y/n!”

“If no one is looking for me then why’d you assign the rest of teachers to protect me?”

A sudden surge of tension ran through him, the air in the room seemed to thicken, he found himself obliged to tell you since you already know so much. He took a deep breath and said,

“Who told you that Y/n?”

“Mei Mei did! But why doest it matter? Why did you keep me in the dark, I’m a teacher here as well”

“Mei Mei you say? Alright! Take a seat please!”

You did as he said, patiently waiting for him to explain. But would he reveal the whole truth after getting orders from the higher ups that he needs to conceal it? You don’t even know your full potential yet.

“Toji Zenin! He’s known as a sorcerers haunter. He was locked up after committing many crimes, his last crime was killing a student Riko Amanai, she was the potential star plasma vessel. But she got shot by him. It was a big loss for the Jujutsu World. Gojo found him and brought him to his trial, he was locked away but we got information that he managed to escape, we don’t know who’s his next target is, he’s targeting people with potential, strong sorcerers…”

“Then I’m supposed to be safe, since you said he’s targeting strong sorcerers and I’m no sorcerers, so why would I need any protection here?”

“The protection is needed for all of us, especially students ! it’s not he’s got a personal issue against you, he doesn’t he just enjoys killing, that’s his job”

“I see, you said that student got shot, so he’s using a gun instead of Jujutsu technique?”

“He’s not a sorcerer actually! He’s a normal man with 0 jujutsu energy.. but he’s very strong”

“Oh o-okay! Is there any way I can help?”

“You’re already doing a lot, teaching your students how to defend themselves against their enemies is a lot of work”

You nodded, completely swallowing his words not knowing that the full truth in kept hidden.

“There’s no need to worry about anything Y/n! but one thing don’t tell your students anything! We don’t want them to stress out! School is about learning while having fun”

“Sure” you said politely, then excused yourself and headed to your room.

You changed into comfier clothes and rolled down on your bed, taking the whole space, even Gojo’s side. You stared at the ceiling, why would he tell you now and not earlier, why you’re the last one to know, are they underestimating your contribution to their world and see you as someone who’s not capable of protecting others? It made you sad, because you thought you were doing great.

“But I’m no sorcerer why would they count on me” you mumbled to yourself, slowly drifting to sleep.

……….

*Timeskip*

You woke up from your slumber to a dark room, your head pounding but at least you got to make it up for staying awake last night.

“For how long did I sleep? 11pm !!? shit” you said to yourself.

You looked beside you and there was Satoru, sleeping.

...

*flashback*

Gojo’s Pov:

I returned to Jujutsu High at 8pm, it was a long hectic day and it drained me to my core, I let Nanami do the rest of the work in informing Yaga Sensei, my social energy was fully spent and I didn’t want to talk to anyone. It wasn’t a tough mission, I was just out with Nanami looking for any trace of Toji, we were trying to find him and catching him before he commits any crime, but it was useless, he’s like a ghost, each one of his move is calculated, he knows where to hide so we’ll wait for him till he comes to us. I was struggling to keep myself awake, ate all the sweets I can find but I seriously needed to sleep. I got to Jujutsu high, took a warm shower to wash away today’s tiredness, hoping that Y/n fell asleep. It would be a torture if I had to wait a more couple hours for her to sleep before I do, but for my luck she was already sleeping, light snores escaped her slightly mouth. I dried myself, put on a grey sweatpants and joined her on bed making sure to not cross any lines tonight. It was easy for me to close my eyes and sleep without worrying about her next to me.

End of Pov.

*End Of Flashback*

“Oh he’s here” you said to yourself.

Now you were fully awake for sleeping all these long hours, it was midnight what could you do? Everyone is sleeping, but you can’t go to sleep, you’ve had enough, more than enough actually.

“Ugh I just ruined my sleeping schedule-ahh” you gasped when Satoru spoke out of the blue.

“I do-don’t …No sensei I-”

“Is he having a bad dream again ?” you mumbled.

Taking a closer look to him, just like last time, panting, breathing heavily and sweating. But you’re not gonna wake him up again, you don’t wanna get slammed down by him on the bed like that night.

“I don’t wa-nna k-ill him..my f-friend, G-geto”

“Geto? Who’s Geto?” you thought to yourself.

He got more disturbed in his sleep, tossing and turning and it freaked you out, you really wanted to wake him up and set him free from what he’s seeing but you decided to not get involved this time, so you put on your slippers and tiptoed outside.

Finally some fresh air, watching the tree leaves as they danced to the night breeze. The stars above you completed the scenery. Luckily you were kind of away from Tokyo’s light, away from light pollution, making you catch a glimpse of the stars that decorated the sky. Your eyes widened in wonder as you saw a star cutting through the darkness. Your breath caught in excitement, an involuntary gasp left your lips. Time seemed to momentarily freeze, bringing back your habit of making a wish.

You closed your eyes, putting your hands together and whispered,

“I wish I become something! Something special and not a useless person”

Funny, because everything seemed to change except you. It was the same wish since you were a kid, patiently waiting for it to come true.  

“Can’t sleep?” said a soft voice from behind, making your eyes shot open.

“N-nanami? Oh god, you scared me” you stuttered, placing your hand on your chest.

“Sorry for that” he chuckled

“I see you’re still awake! You can’t sleep either?” you asked

“Yeah, the night is long and it got boring..what about you?”

“Um- I had a long nap and woke up a few minutes ago so-”

“Oh I see! Stargazing?”

“Yep what’s better than that? My favorite night activity” you chuckled

“Why are you here alone?”

“Now I’m not” you smiled, keeping an eye contact with him.

“Right, you got me” he said and got closer to you.

“Um so how was your mission today, I hope it wasn’t that tiring?”

He paused before speaking trying to find a good lie, he can’t tell you that he’s been out looking for the man who’s trying to kill you. Even though he knows that now you know who’s Toji Zenin is, since Principal Yaga told him.

“Yeah not tiring.. we were just exorcising some curses at a school as usual.. that’s all”

You could sense his discomfort, so you tried to change the subject since he clearly doesn’t wanna talk about work.

“Oh alright! Good luck with that..Um Nanami!”

“Hm yea?”

“I was wondering if you know someone named Geto I guess”

You couldn’t help the curiosity, you needed to know who was this man, that was haunting Gojo in his sleep.

“Geto Suguru, he was my senior in high school!”

“Oh really? Um- was- was he a bad person?”

“Not really! But we don’t know what got into him. He was Gojo’s best friend, inseparable. They studied together and went on missions together. Till one day Geto chose to change parts and follow his own ideology!”

“Ideology? What kind of ideology?”

“Something that contrasts with Jujutsu principals, we live to protect the weak those normal humans that Geto referred to as monkeys”

“Oww monkeys? So I’m a monkey! That’s kinda offensive, since you don’t get to choose to be born as a normal human or a sorcerer…I hope this Geto doesn’t find me then-”

“Nah he won’t”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Because he’s dead! Gojo killed him”

You froze in place, so were you sleeping beside a murderer? Why would he kill his bestfriend?

“W-what?” you said in disbelief.

“He had to, he was forced to do it, to fulfill his duty as a jujutsu sorcerer is to eliminate the threat, Geto was a threat to our rules and principals”

“how?”

“He killed his own family and  village, after that he started a cult, no longer defending the weak but rather killing what he considered monkeys”

“I see, the complete opposite ideology of Toji Zenin, one is killing sorcerer and the other killing non sorcerers.. What a world we live in” you pointed out.

“True! It was so hard for Gojo to get work done! It destroyed him, but he knew it was all for good so he just did it…Sometimes you have to make the right decisions even if they feel wrong! That’s what  being a sorcerer is” he explained

You nodded and looked down, now points connecting, now you know why Geto is always present in Gojo’s dreams, cuz once you kill someone, they never really leave. You kinda felt bad for him, you can’t imagine yourself killing anyone, let alone your bestfriend even if they turned evil, and even though you have no bestfriend. That same nightmare must be haunting him for years.

“Are you cold?” he asked

“yeah kinda, it’s chilly here”

“here you go!” he said  placing his jacket on your shoulders.

You faces were close to each other and you couldn’t help but stare at him. Why did you have to marry Gojo maybe marrying Nanami would be much easier and maybe he’d be your first love, he’s a sorcerer as well, so maybe he’s able to break your curse too. But out of everyone, it had to be Gojo Satoru, the cold,  unempathetic and rude towards you. But we don’t always get what we want.

His eyes didn’t leave you as well, he was so close to your face, he could feel the tension between both of you. But he backed away

“I’m so sorry” he apologized

Nanami is a respectful man, if you weren’t married then he’d definitely go for it and kiss your lips, but you’re the wife of Gojo Satoru and his principles and values won’t allow him to do that.

“Th-ats okay” you whispered.

Too busy in your thoughts while stargazing you didn’t notice Gojo’s silent presence, obsecured in the dark behind both of you. He was there the whole time, heard your whole conversation.His nightmare woke him up, the room was too narrow for him that he had to take a breath outside only to find you with Nanami. He wasn’t sure how to feel about it, but it bothered him to see Nanami’s face so close to his wife’s face, or the way he was acting like a gentleman towards you. He could feel his stomach drop, clenching his fists and jaw as blood started coursing faster in his veins.

He didn’t know how to explain what he felt but it’s like something was breaking inside him. And you bringing up Geto didn’t make things any better. Maybe staying in that nightmare was a lot easier than this.

He stopped himself from stepping between both of you and push Nanami away from your side, he knew he would do something he would regret and would end up waking up the whole school, so he stood his ground, deciding to not beat the shit out of Nanami cuz it would feel weird and uncomfortable for everyone,  he was convincing himself that you and him hated each other and what’s between you is not just an arranged marriage but a battleground.

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[lottiies]

re2r! Leon asking reader out for the first time n he plans out a whole date but reader actually hates the place he picks out LOL but powers through anyways just to get to know this cute boy but then he kinda catches on and feels bad oops obsessed with rookie leon can u tell

NO I GET YOUR OBSESSION HE’S SO CUTE

um…i wrote a quick snippet on this for funsies ⸜(˶´ ˘ `˶)⸝ fingers crossed for no typos

his plan was to first head to get some lunch. something casual, dinner would be too…stress inducing. he already sucked at talking with women, he needed everything to go smoothly. plus, food is the key to one’s heart, right? after that, you guys could walk around the nearby blocks, the place is surrounded with small stores full of all sorts of things like thrift and records stores, it was a great way to get to know each other’s interests and spare you from his natural awkwardness. it was a safe area, he would know, no calls from there ever reached the police department.

anyways!! the date was at stage one, and he thought everything was going really well! he had you laughing at his god awful jokes and your eyes never really strayed from his for too long. not once did you pick your phone up either. okay, he’s not boring you.

but after a while of chatting he glances down and realizes that you’ve only taken a bite of your food! maybe even a small second pity bite. at least you seemed to like your drink it was kind of hard to mess that up.

he gets all nervous immediately </3 if he fucked up the literal first part of the date, then maybe that would follow through onto the next portion. he’s cursed. well great, weren’t first impressions the most important? what if he came off as inconsiderate because he hadn’t noticed until half an hour in? geez, he wouldn’t be surprised if you pulled the whole ‘i need to go to the restroom’ bit and then ghosted his ass.

of course you didn’t, though! leon was such a sweetheart and his crooked smiles and awkward mannerisms brought warmth to your chest.

normally, this would have irked you just a bit. you were really fucking hungry. you hadn’t eaten breakfast since you had been too busy getting ready and gushing to all your friends about your upcoming date. like, you were sure if the music in the background was playing any lower, your stomach grumbling noises would be on blast…which would be really embarrassing. and who the hell was happy when they were hungry?

well…at the moment, you were. you liked him, genuinely. oh yeah, a crummy lunch order won’t deter you from being involved in his life!! your gut is telling you he’s the one, you can take the hunger.

“not a fan of the food?” he masked his nervousness with a smile as he gestured to your plate with his hand.

“oh, um…” after a shy moment of silence, you shook your head. “not really, but it’s totally okay! the place has some pastries that i was eyeing earlier…so maybe i’ll just grab one when we leave to walk around.”

maybe your kindness should reassure him but it made his palms all sweaty instead. you were so his type, he couldn’t mess this up.

“you…you sure? i could order something else for you right now.”

“no no no.” you reached for his hand, clasping it in yours. “don’t leave! i just wanna keep talking to you.”

he melted, his cheeks a subtle rosy shade. he looked down at your hands before glancing back up at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “yeah? thought this would make me lose points or something.”

if anything, he gained some in the cuteness department.

[anonymousewrites]

A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Chapter Fourteen

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Chapter Fourteen: Festival Display

Summary: PK Academy prepares for another festival.

            “The PK Festival is in a month!” said Hairo excitedly. “Let’s decide what we’re gonna do for it!” Everyone began to excitedly whisper since this was always a fun time of year.

            The PK Festival is our school festival, held every fall. As you can tell by the look on my face, I’m anxiously looking forward to it.

            “Should we just sell yakisoba? It’s a safe pick,” suggested a boy.

            “Yakisoba, huh?” said Hairo.

            “Ah, hold on a sec,” said a girl. “My club is going to do something, too, so…”

            “My pop music club will be doing something, too,” added another boy.

            “Oh, I see,” said Hairo. “Then what should we do?”

            “Why don’t we do a display for something?” said (Y/N). “Then we’ll be free during the actual festival.”

            “That might be good!” said Hairo. “Let’s stay after school every day to put something together!”

            “Sorry, but I have a club after school, so that won’t work for me,” said another classmate.

            “Um, I can’t do it either since I have work after school!” said Mera.

            “Hm, what’s that in your hand?” said one boy to his friend.

            “What? Oh, this? It’s a rock I found in the schoolyard,” said his friend. “It looked interesting, so I picked it up.”

            “I see…Hey!” The first boy perked up. “Why don’t we display that rock?”

            “Nice idea!”

            “That’s a good idea!”

            “We’ll bring interesting-looking rocks and display them!”

            “Whoa! That way we can be free after school and the day of the festival!”

            “Yeah!”

            “Okay, Hairo, let’s do it!”

            The class seemed to enjoy it, no matter how weird the idea was.

            “So our class will display ‘Interesting Rocks Found in the Schoolyard.’ Agree?” said Hairo.

            “Agreed!”

            “Not!” shouted Hairo. “We experience the school festival only three times during high school! Do you really think such a half-hearted effort will live up to the occasion?! Show some passion, guys!”

            “Geez…he’s gone and got me fired up,” said one classmate, smiling.

            “Well, guess we’re gonna be busy, huh?” said another.

            “Couldn’t hurt to try, right?”

            “Yeah!”

            What’s with this farce?

            “Alright! Let’s give it everything we’ve got!”

            “Yare yare. The rock idea was fine,” said Saiki.

            “Unusual, sure, but it could’ve been original,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

            “I have a suggestion, too!” said Hairo.

            “Sure, what’s that?” asked his classmates, eager now.

            “How about we make a thousand paper cranes…per person?!” he said excitedly.

            Everyone’s faces froze in an awkward smile.

            Hairo continued, undeterred. “Having thirty-six thousand paper cranes will be grand, right? Actually, let’s round it up to a nice, even fifty thousand! 1,389 cranes per person!” Everyone’s faces fell. “One month should be enough!”

            “Seems even Hairo can’t get them fired up about that,” said Saiki.

            “I don’t think anyone can,” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping.

            “Yeah, that’s not a bad idea, but…” classmates trailed off, unsure how to deter Hairo.

            “Ah, I wanna do a restaurant!” suggested another quickly.

            “Yeah, I do, too, because it’ll be more memorable than an exhibition,” agreed another student.

            “I see. I thought my idea was pretty good, though,” said Hairo.

            Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

            “In any case, I’ll write it down for now,” said Hairo, adding it to the board. “Do you have any other suggestions?”

            “I do, I do!” said Takahashi, eager to get away from the paper crane idea.

            “Oh, Takahashi, what is it?” asked Hairo.

            “I’m hesitant to say this…but what about a maid café?” said Takahashi.

            That’s a cliché.

            “Ooh, I could bake,” said (Y/N).

            This is a great idea.

            “Hm…it’s not a bad idea, but…” Hairo was unconvinced.

            “Ah, then, how about this?” said Yumehara. “A cross-dressing maid café. The guys will dress up in maid costumes!”

            “Ah!”

            “Sounds fun!” said several other girls.

            “And I can still bake.” (Y/N) was excited for that.

            I could put up with it for sweets from (Y/N), decided Saiki.

            “What? I have to shave my legs? No way!” exclaimed Takahashi, though he didn’t actually look upset at the idea. “I don’t know how to put a bra on, either.”

            “He’s definitely done drag,” said (Y/N), and Saiki nodded in confirmation. “Good for him.”

            “Any other suggestions?” asked Hairo.

            “You’re not writing it down?!” exclaimed the girls.

            “Well, um, what about a planetarium?” suggested Teruhashi. “They have those machines you can use at home these days.”

            “That’s our Teruhashi!” gushed the boys. “That’s a wonderful idea!”

            “But isn’t the machine doing all the work?” said Hairo. “Hey! Can you give it everything you’ve—”

            “Shut up. We’ve decided on a planetarium,” said the boys, loyal to Teruhashi above all else.

            “Looks like Teruhashi’s charisma beat Hairo’s.”

            “He never stood a chance,” said (Y/N), laughing in amusement.

            “I disagree!” declared Mera.

            “Oh, Mera! Any suggestions?” asked Hairo.

            “I suggest we do barbecue because that’s my favorite food!” said Mera.

            “At least she’s honest,” said (Y/N).

            “You can’t eat it, you know, Mera?” said Yumehara.

            “Barbecue costs quite a bit, too,” said Hairo.

            “Then how about we combine the planetarium and barbecue?” said someone. “It’ll be like having a barbecue under the starry sky.”

            “I see! Okay! Any other suggestions?” said Hairo.

            “Write it down! If it’s okay, write it down!” urged his classmates since his paper crane idea was the only one on the board.

            “Kuboyasu, any suggestions?” said Hairo.

            “Say what? Err, you mean me?” said Kuboyasu. After considering for a moment, he spoke. “How about a haunted house? We can put zombie makeup on and stuff?”

            “Whoa, that’s stupid,” said a boy. “You—” Kuboyasu glared, and the boy yelped in fear.

            “Hmph, you don’t seem to know how scary zombies are,” said Kaidou.

            “Zombies aren’t scary, are they? They’re slow, too,” said a girl.

            “That’s true, but there’s an army of them. Running away would be pointless,” said Kaidou. “Slowly but surely they work to corner you, and then they stop slacking and start attacking!”

            The girl cried out in fear, but the boys frowned.

            “Isn’t that just a bad pun?” said one.

            “Whoa! That’s so stupid!” said another.

            Poor Kaidou deflated. “What?! I-It’s not like that! That wasn’t a joke!”

            “This is going on forever,” sighed (Y/N).

            “The show I want to watch is starting soon,” said Saiki. “I’ll hurry this up.”

            “What do you mean—?”

            Wham!

            (Y/N)’s question was cut off as a small meteor crashed through the open window and landed in the middle of the classroom.

            “Wh-Wh-What happened?!” cried Kaidou. “Th-This is—”

            “A meteor!”

            “Whoa, seriously?”

            “That was good, Kusuo,” said (Y/N).

            Saiki nodded. “This should settle it.”

            “Why don’t we display this as our attraction?!” said another boy.

            “Whoa, that’s super good!”

            “But having a single meteor is kind of boring, isn’t it?” said Hairo.

            “Meteors are boring?” said (Y/N), frowning.

            Hairo noticed the poop-shaped rock from earlier. “Hm…? That’s it! Class 3 will do a ‘Meteor and Interesting Rocks Found in the Schoolyard’ exhibition.”

            “Yeah!” cheered everyone.

            “Good, then I’m leaving,” said Saiki.

            “What show are you watching?” asked (Y/N).

            “The Disastrous Life of Saiko K,” said Saiki.

            “Oh, I love that show!” said (Y/N).

            “…You can join me,” said Saiki.

            “Really?” said (Y/N), smiling and feeling their cheeks warm.

            “I can’t hear your thoughts to spoil me, and it’s a new episode,” said Saiki.

            “Alright then.” (Y/N) picked up their backpack. “Let’s go, Kusuo.”

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            Finally, the day of the festival arrived. The whole school was excited, and Class 3 was eager to show off their strange rocks to their classmates alongside the meteor they’d found.

            “Okay, guys, have you finished placing your rocks?” asked Hairo.

            “My rock is no ordinary rock. It’s a rock with magical powers that seals in evil,” said Kaidou proudly. He held a spiky rock and put it on the table.

            “Mine is better.” Nendou had set up a whole Buddha statue.

            “You shouldn’t have stolen that,” said Saiki.

            “Hopefully he’ll return it,” said (Y/N), amused.

            “What did you find?” asked Saiki.

            “Nothing much,” said (Y/N), holding up a coffee-jelly shaped rock.

            “That’s nothing much?”

            “Look, mine is heart-shaped! Isn’t it cute?” said Yumehara, smiling.

            “Wow, it is!” said Teruhashi.

            A broken heart, unfortunately, thought (Y/N).

            “Yours is pretty, too, Kokomi,” said Yumehara.

            “Thanks!” Teruhashi’s was a rose. She turned to talk to other classmates, and her face fell. “Uh, Kuboyasu…” She tried to put on a smile. “What’s that one?”

            Kuboyasu held up his rock, stained with something that might be blood. “Well, I found this behind the school. It looked like someone hid it there.”

            “That stinks of a crime,” said Saiki.

            “Yeah…” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping.

            “Great!” Hairo was pumped up anyways. “This turned out pretty good! It’s all thanks to your hard work searching for rocks!” His rock was tennis-racket-shaped, somehow. “I heard that the class with the best attraction will receive a reward. Let’s try out best to win that award!” He pulled the class into a huddle. “We’ll make the PK festival a success!”

            “Yeah!” cheered the class (minus Saiki).

            “Well, then, dismissed!” said Hairo.

            “What was that huddle for?” said Saiki.

            “Good spirit,” said (Y/N)) encouragingly.

            “Well, then,” said Kaidou. “Let’s enjoy this brief respite while we can.”

            “Oh, Teruhashi, would you like to go check things out with us?” said Nendou.

            Teruhashi turned a bit red. What? With Saiki? I want to go, but… “Sorry, there’s someplace I have to go this morning.”

            “Huh? Where?” asked Nendou.

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            “Contestant 5. I’m Moriko Utsukushino from Year 1 Class 1,” said a girl, smiling brightly. “I like to visit art museums and…”

            As she spoke, Saiki, (Y/N), Nendou, Kuboyasu, and Kaidou watched.

            “I didn’t know we had a Miss PK contest,” said Kaidou.

            “Of course Teruhashi will be the winner! Don’t you agree?” said Nendou.

            “What? Yeah, I guess,” said Kuboyasu.

            Why are you here, too? thought Saiki.

            “But that was the last contestant, so Kokomi isn’t part of it,” observed (Y/N) as the contestants lined up.

            “That concludes the contestants introductions,” said an announcer.

            “Hey, you’re right,” said Kaidou.

            “So, Principal, what do you think?” said another announcer.

            “Regardless of their appearance, they’re all wonderful students,” said the principal.

            “Well, then, let’s ask her, too,” said the announcer, turning to the throne next to him. “Teruhashi, Miss PK, what do you think?”

            “Ah, so that’s why she’s not competing. She won last year,” said (Y/N).

            “They’re all pretty. It’s hard to decide who’s the prettiest,” said Teruhashi, smiling.

            “Aw, man, it’s not worth it if Teruhashi’s not competing,” said Nendou, disappointed. He turned and walked away.

            “Let’s go and check out the other classes,” said (Y/N). “Come on.” They led them back into the school. It was time to really experience the PK Festival.

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Dating Kaminari (sfw/nsfw)

tags: fem! reader, fluff, smut

The two of you started dating during your senior year in high school. It all started when you walked into his math class. Cute hair, cute face, and a beautiful body, what more could he have asked for? It was a bonus you were a complete idiot like him.

You made dumb jokes and even laughed at them yourself. He loved that you were energetic and laid back.

About two months in to knowing each other, he finally asked you out.

“How about I take you out, yeah? Somewhere nice.”

Of course, you took him up on his offer. You thought he was cute and dorky. He made dumb jokes like you and was a huge flirt. Underneath his stupidity and flirtatiousness, you knew he was a good guy. He talked to you any chance he could get and was caring. Plus, you’d known him for a while so a date wouldn’t kill you.

Your first date was a concert. He paid for both of you. The person you saw was an artist the two of you both favored. You were so beautiful in his eyes. The way you jumped up and down with the crowd, singing along to the lyrics. You had him in love with you.

Since the two of you were already close, it wasn’t awkward when you started dating. Well, for him it wasn’t. You somehow felt much more nervous than when you only had a mere crush on him. Now that you were over his house, laying in his bed, snuggled in his arms, you were a blushing mess. It didn’t help he was ever more of a flirt now that the two of you were official.

“What’s got you so shy? Where’d that energetic, confident girl go?” He’d chuckle as you yelled at him to shut up. “C’mon babe, i’m just teasing.”

Your first kiss was a funny story. Kaminari had to take care of you after you drank too much at a party. It was an end of the year party for the seniors, and there was no way the two of you would pass out on a party. However, you underestimated how much your body could take.

“Geez babe, you still with me?”

It wasn’t your fault. He held you by your hips and stared down at you with drunk eyes. He had been drinking too, just not as much as you. You couldn’t hold yourself back, he looked so hot.

The kiss was slightly sloppy since you went in without a thought. Kaminari was shocked you leaned in to kiss him, but he didn’t mind it. In fact, he enjoyed it. He never imagined you’d be the one to initiate your first kiss.

It was a story the two of you always thought back to. He’d bring it up almost any time you’d kiss him.

“Remember when you were so drunk-”

“Shut up!”

Kaminari always takes you out, no matter the day of the week. You’re both free? You better be ready in 10 minutes because he’s on his way to take you out. He literally cannot, not be around you. He needs to be around you 24/7.

If you’re not near him, you’re on a call with him.

“Sup babe, whatcha up to? Wanna go see a movie?”

You repay him by giving him gifts. A new pair of headphones for his controller since he broke his last pair from raging at a game.

Whenever the two of you get into an argument, he’s always first to apologize. Even if you’re in the wrong, he’s usually always first to apologize. And when I mean apologize, he literally shows up at your doorstep dripping from being out in the rain with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a bag of your favorite candy. Kaminari hates yelling at you. He’s scared of you leaving him, which is why he’s so clingy sometimes.

On the other hand, when you guys get into a heated argument and he doesn’t apologize first, you’re coming up with all sorts of ways for him to forgive you. You’re up all night coming up with ideas. He won’t answer a single message you send him, but if he does, it’s something cocky.

‘texting me after telling me to leave? crazy.’

or

‘miss me already?’

You end up showing up to his place with an angry expression. Forcing your way into his house. He tried his best to act like he’s mad, but really he’s just toying with you. Your angry face is too cute and funny.

Nsfw! vvv

You can’t go one hangout at his place without your hands being off of each other. Your relationship has gotten to the point where you crave each other unconditionally.

He could be on his playstation playing with his friends and you’re suddenly climbing on top of him, whispering into his ear how bad you want him. Takes literal seconds for him to turn off his playstation and take care of your needs. He doesn’t even say, ‘bye’ to his friends.

“Can’t even wait ‘til i’m done on the game, huh?”

You’re gripping the sheets as he laps up your juices, flattening his tongue against your clit. Kaminari loved watching you crumble underneath him. Your cute moans and facial expressions made his heart jump and dick twitch.

Once he’s prepped you enough, he’s ramming his cock into you without hesitation.

Will fuck you dumb if he feels like it. Literally loves watching your body shake from how good he’s making you feel.

“Fuck—you’re so perfect, baby.”

Your clawing at his back as he whispers all sorts of things into your ear. His pace was brutal, making the bed creak from each thrust.

Kaminari is a total freak. If you’re asking to, he’ll do it. No matter the time or place. The two of you have fucked in his car multiple times. Probably more than the amount of times than in his or your room.

When you tell him you’ve started birth control pills and that he didn’t have to wear a condom anymore, he was jumping up with joy. Best believe you were underneath him moaning his name a couple moments after you told him. The way you sucked him in was perfect. He was lost in the way you felt.

Loves marking your skin up. Idc. You’re not leaving his place without a hickey on your neck.

The first time he came inside you, he definitely shed a tear. He couldn’t help it. It felt so good to be able to release inside you. The thought of you holding his kids spurred him on.

😛

[nephalem-da]

I saw you have requests open for Bill x Reader.

I wanted to ask if you'd write a playful sarcastic Bill who realizes he has feelings. And for f!human reader (or GN!reader) no less. And he does a terrible job acting like Bill usually acts when reader is present or the subject of the conversation. Dare I say he acts normal, so very unlike the weird reader is used to. But reader doesn't pick up on the obvious signs either so it's a mutual pining and awkwardness while everyone else just wants them to kiss already.

I hope you have a great day/ night/ weekend and take your time with my ask. No rush!

M'kay byeeee <3

Sarcastically Yours

(Bill Cipher x GN!Reader)

First of all, thank you so much for being my first ask! 🥳 I’m super excited to write this, and I hope you enjoy the playful chaos that is Bill Cipher realizing he’s got feelings (and doing an absolutely terrible job hiding them). Here’s a little fic with plenty of awkwardness, and pining! Enjoy!

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Mutual Pining, Slight Crack

Warnings: None (it’s all fluff and awkward cuteness)

Summary: Bill Cipher, the sarcastic demon, realizes he has feelings for you, and he does a terrible job hiding it. Meanwhile, you’re completely oblivious, and everyone else is suffering through the awkwardness, waiting for you both to figure it out.

You knew Bill Cipher was weird. A literal one-eyed triangle from a dimension beyond comprehension? That’s not exactly normal. But you’d gotten used to his sarcasm, his chaotic presence, and his annoying habit of invading your personal space. It was just Bill being Bill.

Until recently.

Something about him had changed, and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Bill, the same demon who once turned your kitchen appliances into tap-dancing minions, now seemed to be avoiding eye contact with you. And when he did speak, the usual biting sarcasm was gone, replaced by awkward muttering and half-hearted jokes.

Today, Bill was sitting—yes, sitting—in the Mystery Shack, flipping through a book he clearly wasn’t reading. His usual floating, bouncing-around-the-room energy was nowhere to be found.

"Are you sick or something?" you ask, leaning on the counter, staring at him.

Bill glances up from the book, his single eye narrowing. "Sick? Me? Of course not!" His voice is just a little too high-pitched, and Dipper, who’s watching from the other side of the room, immediately raises an eyebrow.

"You’ve been acting... off," you continue, your suspicion growing. "Usually, you can’t go five seconds without making some smart remark."

"Yeah," Mabel chimes in, bouncing over to your side. "You haven’t even insulted [Y/N] today. I thought that was, like, your favorite hobby."

Bill sputters. "I—I’m giving them a break! Geez, maybe I don’t always have to be sarcastic!"

Dipper snorts from behind his journal. "Since when?"

Bill glares at him. "Since now, nerd!"

You exchange a look with Mabel, and it’s clear she’s thinking the same thing: Bill’s acting weird, even for him. Normally, he’d be pranking everyone, floating around causing mayhem, but lately, he’s been... quiet. Almost normal, and that’s what makes it even weirder.

"So," you say, eyeing him. "Are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or are you just gonna keep pretending like nothing’s wrong?"

Bill fidgets in his seat. "I told you, nothing’s wrong! I’m just... thinking. Yeah, thinking about... the stars."

"Stars?" Dipper repeats, looking up from his journal. "What, are you planning another apocalypse or something?"

Bill lets out a nervous laugh. "Nope! Just... admiring them! They’re pretty, you know?"

Mabel gasps, slapping a hand to her chest. "Did... did he just call something pretty? I didn’t know he even knew that word!"

Bill shoots her a glare, clearly flustered. "I know a lot of words, okay? Pretty, beautiful, gorgeous—"

He stops mid-rant, realizing what he’s just said. His yellow triangle face turns a strange shade of pink, and you stare at him, completely confused.

"Are you okay?" you ask again. "You’re acting really weird today, even for you."

Bill quickly waves a hand in the air, trying to brush it off. "I’m fine! You’re the one making this weird!"

"I’m making this weird?" you repeat, completely lost. "What did I even do?"

"Oh, I don’t know, exist? " Bill blurts out, and then immediately claps a hand over his mouth.

There’s a heavy silence in the room. Mabel’s eyes go wide, and Dipper looks like he’s just seen a ghost.

Stan, who’s been standing in the doorway this whole time, mutters, "This is painful to watch."

Bill, clearly mortified, stumbles to cover up his slip-up. "What I meant to say was, uh, you’re... distracting. Yeah, you’re a distraction. That’s why I’m... off my game today."

You blink at him, still completely clueless. "A distraction? How?"

"You know, just... being around," Bill stammers, waving his hands vaguely. "Being... you. It’s... distracting."

Dipper and Mabel exchange a look, and it’s obvious they’re both screaming internally. How could you not see what was happening?

Mabel steps forward, putting her hands on her hips. "Okay, Bill, enough with the weird cryptic stuff. Why don’t you just tell [Y/N] what’s really going on?"

Bill shoots her a look of pure panic. "I have no idea what you’re talking about, Shooting Star! Why don’t you mind your own business, huh?"

Mabel rolls her eyes. "Come on, everyone else has figured it out!"

"Figured what out?" you ask, completely confused.

Dipper sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This is so painful to watch."

"Painful for you? I’m the one being interrogated here!" Bill snaps.

Stan steps in, shaking his head. "Kid, just tell ‘em. This whole thing’s like watching a car crash in slow motion."

Bill groans, burying his face in his hands. "Fine, fine! You wanna know what’s going on? I’ll tell you what’s going on!"

You lean forward, curious. "Okay?"

"I—" Bill starts, then stops, clearly struggling. He takes a deep breath. "I... like you, okay?"

There’s another heavy silence in the room. Dipper drops his journal, Mabel lets out a dramatic gasp, and even Stan seems momentarily stunned.

You, however, just blink in confusion. "Like... like me? As in... what, like a friend?"

Bill lets out a frustrated groan. "No, not like a friend! Like... like like you! Like... in a romantic way!"

It takes a moment for the words to sink in. Bill Cipher, the sarcastic, chaotic demon, likes you? Romantically? The idea is so bizarre, so utterly out of left field, that you can’t even process it.

"You... like me?" you repeat, still in disbelief.

"Yes!" Bill throws his hands in the air. "Isn’t it obvious? I’ve been trying to not be a weirdo around you, but apparently, that’s even worse!"

Mabel gasps dramatically again, clasping her hands together. "Oh my gosh, this is so cute!"

Dipper just stares at you, then at Bill, then back at you. "How did you not notice this? He’s been acting like a total freak!"

Bill glares at him. "I wasn’t being a freak! I was... handling things!"

"Handling things?" Stan repeats, raising an eyebrow. "Kid, you’ve been acting like a nervous wreck. It’s embarrassing."

Bill turns to you, still flustered and obviously out of his element. "Look, I’m not great at this whole... feelings thing, okay? But I do like you. A lot. So... there. I said it."

You stare at him, your brain still trying to catch up. "You... really like me?"

"Yes!" Bill practically shouts, throwing his hands up again. "Do I need to spell it out for you?"

You blink a few more times, and then finally, it clicks. Bill Cipher, the same demon who once turned your house upside down for fun, likes you.

"Wow," you mutter, still processing. "I... I didn’t expect that."

Mabel jumps up and down, clapping her hands. "Finally! I’ve been waiting for this moment forever!"

Dipper groans, burying his face in his hands. "This is so awkward."

You look back at Bill, who’s staring at you with a mix of hope and dread. You’ve never seen him look so... vulnerable.

"Well," you start, smiling a little. "I guess I like you too."

Bill’s eye widens. "You... do?"

You nod. "Yeah, I mean... you’re still annoying, but... yeah."

Bill stares at you for a moment, clearly stunned. Then, slowly, his eye wrinkled like a grin. "Well, well, well. I guess this whole feelings thing isn’t so bad after all."

Mabel squeals, jumping up and down. "Kiss! You have to kiss now!"

Dipper groans even louder. "Mabel, no, and I don't think that's even possible with his... eye?"

Bill just scoffed but ignored him, floating closer to you. "Well, I did say I like you. Maybe I should prove it."

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. "You’re still a dork, Bill."

"Yeah, but I’m your dork now," he says, leaning in.

And maybe, just maybe, you let him kiss you.

Thank you again for being my first request! I hope you enjoyed all the chaos and awkwardness between Bill and the reader, and feel free to send in more ideas anytime! 😊

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She Is My World (part 2) *⁠.⁠✧

TW: Teenage pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy

previous - She Is My World part 1

Donnie stepped out of the dojo, his heart still racing from the conversation with Splinter. He took a deep breath, feeling like he’d aged a few years in the span of a single conversation. He hadn’t fully prepared for the road ahead, but at least he had his father’s support.

Before he could even process his next steps, his brothers practically ambushed him, surrounding him in the hallway.

“So… it’s true?” Leo asked, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and concern.

“Bro,” Raph grunted, arms crossed, his usually stern expression softened with a hint of surprise. “Are you serious? Like… for real?”

Donnie shifted awkwardly under their gazes, nodding. “Yeah, it’s true. (Y/N) is pregnant.”

They all just stared at him for a moment, as if waiting for him to reveal it was some elaborate prank. But when he didn’t, the reality hit, and their reactions varied.

Raph let out a low whistle. “Man… I mean, I thought you and (Y/N) were serious, but…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I didn’t think this serious.”

Donnie swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling the weight of their questions pressing down on him. “Yeah, trust me, I didn’t expect it either. But it happened, and I… I have to take responsibility.”

Leo smiled a little. “You know we’ll help you however we can.” He clapped a hand on Donnie’s shoulder, his eyes full of reassurance.

But then Mikey, wide-eyed and completely innocent, leaned in closer, curiosity radiating off him. “Wait, wait, wait.” He looked back and forth between his brothers, then locked eyes with Donnie, his face completely serious. “How did she, like… get pregnant?”

The question hung in the air like a firecracker that hadn’t yet exploded. Donnie’s face went beet red, and he stammered, trying to find a way to explain that wouldn’t end up in a full-blown anatomy lecture. “Uh, well… um… you know, it’s just… that’s kind of private, Mikey.”

Mikey tilted his head, oblivious to the awkwardness, his curiosity only growing. “But you gotta tell me, dude! I mean, does it just… happen? Like, you two held hands too long or something?” His eyes were as big as saucers, genuinely invested in understanding the mystery of pregnancy.

Donnie felt his face flush deeper as he struggled to keep his composure. “Mikey, no, that’s… that’s not how it works. It’s, uh, more complicated than that.”

Raph snickered, crossing his arms and grinning. “Come on, Don. You’re the genius here. Give Mikey the biology lesson.”

Leo shot Raph a warning look but couldn’t help suppressing a small smile. “Maybe… not the time, Raph.”

Mikey, however, was undeterred, staring at Donnie with all the persistence of a puppy. “Aw, come on! Just a quick explanation? You know… turtle to turtle?”

Donnie cleared his throat, desperately trying to maintain some dignity. “Mikey, let’s just say that it’s something that happens when two people love each other a lot and…”

“Yeah, I know all that,” Mikey said, nodding, though it was clear he was still a bit confused. “But I mean… like, how?”

Raph couldn’t resist, chuckling. “Geez, Mikey. You really don’t get it?”

Donnie was about to find some way to change the subject when Leo stepped in, saving him. “Look, Mikey, you don’t need all the details right now. Just know it’s something you will know when you are an adult. Okay?”

“Okay, okay,” Mikey relented, though he was still looking at Donnie with a mixture of awe and confusion. “Man, you’re gonna be a dad. That’s… huge.”

Donnie sighed, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety swirling within him. “Trust me, I know. It’s… it’s terrifying, honestly. I still don’t know if I’m ready. But I don’t really have a choice anymore. I have to be.”

Leo nodded, giving Donnie a supportive smile. “ C'mon little bro, you know we will help you.”

Raph nodded. “Yeah, you may have messed up, but you’re owning up to it. That’s what counts.”

And then Mikey grinned and threw his arms around Donnie. “Hey, this means I get to be Uncle Mikey! Dibs on babysitting!”

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Wriothesley x M!Reader Mistletoe (Christmas special)

You were at a Christmas party to celebrate the holidays organized by Navia to try and get everyone closer to each other, everyone was there Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, Clorinde, Sigewinne, even Neuvillete and a lot of other Fontainians you had never met but you honestly just wanted to keep to yourself during this party and think about your life, because the past few weeks you had developed feelings towards your boss Wriothesley the Duke of the fortress of meropiede, not only did you not know how to tell him but you were both guys there was no way he’d ever feel the same way right?

So here you were in another room in the corner pondering life alone, until a certain someone came to pay a visit.

“Well this isn’t like you is it Y/N?”

“Huh..?”

You couldn’t believe it the very person you had just been thinking about had came to talk to you

“Oh um, hello Wriothesley how can I help?”

“Help? I just wanted to talk to you, I noticed you sneaking away from the group and wanted to check to see if you were doing fine, especially considering you are usually more extroverted than this”

“Ah I see, it’s just something that has been bothering me for a while is all.”

“I’m assuming that’s the same reason you’ve been acting so weird these past few weeks?”

“Ah geez, you noticed? Guess I’m not too good at hiding things huh?”

You were trying your best to keep your cool but being alone in a room with your literal crush is really gonna do a number on you

“Of course I did, how could I not notice one of my closest friends shift in behaviour?”

Friend, that one hurt

“You really are perceptive aren’t you..” you say with an awkward laugh “Maybe we should head back to the group and talk about this later, it feels weird doing this at a Christmas party.”

“What for, I still haven’t gotten my answer from you.”

“What answer?”

“Why have you been acting strangely around me the past few weeks, to my knowledge you only act this way around me, you’re personality did not shift when talking to Sigewinne, so what’s this all about? We are pretty close, you can trust me.” He says with a soft smile

“…” No answer

“Well you don’t seem to want to tell me so I’ll give you time, my offers always up on the table.”

As Wriothesley begins walking away further and further you get a sinking feeling, you aren’t gonna get another chance like this for a long time, even if he rejects you, living like this forever would be worst, you have to tell him

“Wait! Wriothesley!”

“Hm?”

“I’ll tell you…”

“I’m not forcing you or anything you really don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, this is my own conscious decision.”

You take a deep breath, Wriothesley stares at you intently.

“Look, what I’m about to say could ruin our friendship forever and I never told you because I was afraid of how you would react… but I think it’s time.”

Wriothesley’s face shifts from an intent look to a concerned one but he lets you continue

“It only recently happened 3 weeks ago, but I love you Wriothesley… I didn’t know how to tell you and I understand if you don’t feel the same way.”

You close your eyes bracing for rejection, but to your surprise it never came, as you were about to open your eyes you feel a pair of soft lips collide with yours, you open your eyes and to your surprise you see Wriothesley the very man you had developed a crush on recently was kissing you, you couldn’t believe it, was this reality? You melted into the kiss not wanting this moment to ever end

But to your dismay all good things come to an end as Wriothesley pulls away from the kiss looking you in the eye.

“So this is what this was?” A little chuckle escapes his mouth as he runs his fingers through your hair

“You don’t have to worry, I feel the same way.”

You were about to leave, happy with the results but Wriothesley pulls you back and shakes his head.

“Hold on there, look up.”

You do as you’re told and as your eyes trail up you see a Mistletoe right above the two of you, was that always there?

“A mistletoe, but didn’t we already kiss?” You weren’t complaining though if he wanted to kiss you again you were completely on board.

“That kiss was a declaration of my love for you, this one’s for the Mistletoe.”

He kisses you once again more passionately and hungry, when the kiss is eventually broken, you two return to the group and continue to celebrate the festivities, however from that point on you two were practically inseparable, when telling stories by the campfire you’d always sit next to him and when came time to pass around gifts you sat next to him, even when you two returned to the fortress after the party he let you come into his office as you please and when out of work you’d just lay down and rest on his lap as he caressed you. From the Christmas party and on, you two would never ever be separated again.

[witchofcustom]

Future Trunks x Reader x Future Gohan Fic

Summary: Gohan finds out that Trunks has a crush on his girlfriend. Not wanting his best friend to miss out on life, he decided to teach him a very important lesson.

CW: Threesome, dirty talking, spanking, breeding

Word Count: 1k

I was inspired by this fic written by one of my favorite authors, @actuallysaiyan! Please check out their work!

You had a steady relationship with Gohan for a while, however you were always worried about him. You watched him train with Trunks one day. However, Gohan could tell that something was off about Trunks. After you went home, he asked Trunks what was going on.

“I-I’m sorry Gohan… But I think that I love (Y/N)… I hope you can forgive me…!”

Gohan looked a bit troubled at first, but eventually smiled at his pupil.

“Don’t worry about it Trunks. We’ll figure something out. Meet me here tomorrow and we’ll discuss things.”

“O-Okay!”

A day passed, and you heard a knock at your door. Opening it up, you were met with your boyfriend and his best friend. You had talked with the two for a bit, but felt as if things were getting awkward. It was then that Gohan suddenly kissed you. He pulled away, leaving you in shock.

“You see Trunks, this is how you start. You have to make sure that she feels comfortable and ready for it. Now it’s your time to try.”

Gohan motioned to Trunks. He came over to you and pressed his soft lips onto your own. He was much more gentle when compared to Gohan. You could tell that he was inexperienced, but still having an inner darker side. He pulled away slowly, his face red from embarrassment.

You were in shock from this situation, but not opposed to it. But before you could say anything, Gohan began to play with your breasts, sucking on them through your shirt, eliciting a moan from you.

“See, Trunks? You want her to make cute noises like this.”

“Y-Yes! I understand!”

The two men then began to undress themselves. They were both so beautiful and sexy. While Gohan was much more mature and well toned, you could tell that Trunks didn’t skip training as well, as he also looked very strong. They then both freed their fully erect cocks from their underwear. Even though you had had sex with Gohan before, you can’t remember him ever being this excited. Trunks’ cock was slightly longer, but Gohan’s was nothing to scoff at. You began to crave them even more, getting onto your knees to begin sucking them off, switching between the two as you couldn’t get enough.

“Geez, I already knew you were a whore, but you really can’t get enough, can you?”

You were taken back. You never heard Gohan speak in such a way before. But it wasn’t like you were against it, as it only made you heat up more.

“G-Gohan… I think I’m about to cum…!”

“Alright Trunks, make sure that you cum inside of (Y/N)’s mouth. She’ll love it.”

Trunks moaned and did just that, releasing his semen into your mouth. You swallowed it without a second thought.

You thought that would be the end of things, but the sensation of you swallowing his cum only made Trunks get erect once more. Gohan chuckled, taking your clothes off and putting you onto the bed. You were worried about what was going to come next, but excited at the same time.

“Now, what you need to do next is insert your penis into her and begin thrusting, I’m sure you know that much, right?”

“Yes! I’ve never done it before though…”

“I’m sure you’ll do great. Everyone has a first time. (Y/N) also loves Saiyan cock, so she won’t complain at all. Now will you?”

You shook your head, completely speechless.

“While you take her in the back, I’ll take her in the front, does that sound okay?”

Trunks nods as he begins to play with your pussy. It is already thoroughly wet, but he wants to make more noises from you. He begins to rub your clit, occasionally licking it as well. He puts his fingers into your pussy, eliciting a loud moan. This gets him fully erect and ready once more.

“I’m glad that you remembered what I told you before about foreplay. You’re doing even better than I imagined you would.”

With that encouragement, Trunks suddenly thrusts himself into you, not giving you a moment to adjust to his length. Gohan follows, placing his manhood into your mouth.

“A-Ahh… (Y/N) is so tight!”

“I knew you’d enjoy it. She is great, isn’t she?”

“Y-Yes…! I could spend all day in her…!”

“Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves, you need to first focus on breeding.”

Trunks nods and begins to pick up the pace. You are taken over by pleasure as both men rapidly thrust inside of you. It was hard holding back your orgasm.

“Geez Gohan… She is already clenching down…”

“You are making her feel good but she’s greedy so she can’t hold herself back. In situations like this you’ll need to punish her. Try spanking her ass.”

Trunks is taken aback, but feels a darker desire to listen to what his master says, spanking you as punishment for being a whore. This makes you moan once more in both pain and pleasure. Trunks doesn’t think he can hold it in much longer. He decides to put what Gohan taught him to the test and begins to dirty talk to you.

“Are you about to cum? I know you are. Let’s cum together, okay?”

“Don’t forget, you need to make sure you cum inside of her. This is always what is most important.”

“O-Okay!”

Trunks then climaxes, unloading all of his cum into you. A few seconds later, both you and Gohan orgasm as well. You feel utterly exhausted, but in complete bliss as well. The two men enjoy themselves in your holes a bit longer before pulling out, letting the remaining bits of their cum stain your ass and face.

“You did a great job, Trunks.”

“Thank you so much!”

“I could get used to doing this with you. And I’m sure (Y/N) would as well, wouldn’t you?” Gohan says as he helps you back up.

You nod, being filled with excitement as to what the two would do to you again.

Everything went exactly as Gohan had planned.

[justanofficeworker]

Man's best friend

TW: This Fic contains kidnapping, dub con, NSFW scenes, Stockholm syndrome among other things. Please do not read if these themes upset or disturb you. That being said welcome and enjoy the ride.

Chapter 1- The meeting

The harsh fluorescent lights of my local grocery store shone into my eyes as I struggled to reach the top shelf for the last item on my list. I groan as I fall back from the tips of my toes. ‘God whoever put the brown sugar on the top shelf is a fucking whore’ I think to myself rolling my eyes. ‘Ok, round two’ I reach up to the shelf again, my hand just barely grazing the bag before a large scared hand plucks the bag down and offers it to me. My eyes follow the hand, up a thick arm to an attractive scared face, it's bottom half covered by a black surgical mask with a white skull decal on the front. 

“Need a’lil help love?” the man's voice was warm like hot chocolate and just as smooth. “ holy, blond babe” involuntarily slips through my lips, I need to start thinking before I speak. “ well that's a new one” he chuckles, a sound I would pay a premium just to have in a bottle. "Geez, I'm sorry, that was creepy. Thanks for grabbing that for me" I rush out, taking the bag of brown sweetness in my hand. " Don't worry about it, I've been told my appearance is a bit shocking to most civilians, I'm Simon" he holds his hand out for a handshake. 'civilians, maybe he's ex-military?' I think as I shake his hand. It's as warm as his voice sounds and he grasps my hand gently, not like how most men squeeze your hand to intimidate you when you're a woman. "I'm Y/n, but most people just call me Beanie" The sentence all but falls out of my mouth, god I'm awkward.

Simon steps closer to me as another shopper passes through the aisle. "Beanie? A cute name fitted for a cute girl" his eyebrows quirk like he was smiling or maybe laughing at his own joke. 'holy shit this guy is huge' runs through my mind as he gets closer. Simon has a least a foot on me and is nearly twice as wide, hes like a brick house covered in a fluffy green cardigan. "hello? Earth to ms. Beanie. You still in there? or do you just like staring?" He waves a hand in front of my face and i let out a startled squeak.

"I'm so sorry, I just um ,have a lot on my mind" a good enough excuse if I've ever made one. Simon looks pensive " well, I've got to get home before my , dog, gets antsy. But how bout we talk more over coffee. maybe you can tell me a little of whats on your mind" he pulls out a pen and receipt from his pocket and jots his number on it. "text me some time" he winks as he turns to walk out the aisle. " Oh um yeah ok" i call out to him , dumb founded, a hot english guy just gave me his number after calling me cute. The world must be ending. I finish my shopping quickly and begin my walk home, unable to shake the sudden feeling of being watched.

SIMON POV

“Toothpaste,sorbet, lemons….” Simon’s thoughts trailed off as he looked catching a glimpse of what had to be the most pathetic looking woman he had ever seen. She was small and curvy and struggling. Muttering under her breath , probably about the sugar she couldn’t reach. Her braids bounced with his movements as she tried to reach the top shelf again. Simon had know her, before he could stop himself he was walking over and reaching for the sugar, brown like her glossy skin, and handing it to her. He had asked if she needed help and in her surprise called him a ‘blond babe’. She was shy , like a mouse , in their short interaction she seemed to just loose focus and float off. A girl like her shouldn’t be by herself, she should be at home being coddled and cozy. At least according to Simon.

He had to know more, so he gave her his number, he knew she eventually reach out and then they’d have their girl. He excused himself and then waited. Soon enough she was exiting the store and walking , presumably, to her home. As he watched he called Johnny. “Soap, i’ve found a bird for us” he said into his earbud as he took a picture to sent to his partner. As the photo was received johnny groaned. “She’s a pretty one, looks sweet” came johnny’s voice.

“When?” Johnny barked impatiently

“Soon” Simon scolded as he got into his car and drove off

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The sound of the car door alerted Johnny to Simon’s return. Soon enough heavy footsteps sounded up the porch. Johnny opened the door for his partner, eager to know more about their new girl. Crowding Simon in the entryway and throwing questions left and right. Whats her name, when will she be ours , what does she smell like? The inquires dying in his throat as Simon curls a warm hand around it. “ patience johnny shes a skittish one. Quiet and easily distracted too. We don’t want to scare her , do we?” Johnny gave a whine and nodded “I’m going to take her out , wine and dine her and when the time comes bring her home. You will not interfere. Copy?” Simon pulled Johnny in close by the throat, towering over him. “ yes sir” johnny whined, his hips twitching against Simon’s leg. Johnny had always been impatient and impulsive, but now with the prospect of you all training went right out the window.

"Good lad, now kneel for me love" Johnny easily slides to the floor, his head bowed and lent against Simon thigh. Johnny was docile when he wanted something and in this case it was information. Slowly, johnny unzips Simon's fly, " tell me a bout our bird Simon, whats she like?" Johnny, voice sultry and sweet, is allowed to pull Simon from his pants.

" Eager are we puppy?" Simon hisses as Johnny kisses his leaking tip. "shes a golden goddess of a women, small and demure, she was shy when i approached her but" he pauses as Johnny's warm mouth engulfs his member. "i can see it , shes got a mean streak, was cursin' up a storm before she noticed me." Simon sighs as johnny takes him to the base. "Easy pet, wouldn't want to" Simon is interrupted by a high pitched *ping*.

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" I'm home" you yelled into your empty apartment. You lived alone but had read somewhere that announcing your arrival and departures could help stave off the effects of depression. And god did you need a break from those effects. You'd been alone since you had kicked out your then boyfriend of 3 years after finding him in bed with your now ex best friend. "it's not what it looks like' he had said as you started grabbing all traces of him and throwing them out the nearest window, you friend's clothes included. You'd kicked them both out with nothing but the sheet off your bed and said good riddance. 'maybe i should get a cat" You mused as you unloaded your groceries. Your thoughts suddenly swerving to the huge blond you'd met, the number he had slipped you now burning a hole in your pocket.

Maybe you'd text him , be real suave and ask him out or something.

Beanie: Hey it's Beanie from the grocery store you helped me wit the sugar :)

Typing....

typing...

' He must be typing a letter or something, you think as you lean against your cabinet. Setting your phone down you leave the kitchen take a well deserved bath. As you turn the tap you hear a distant *ping*. You may or may not have run out of the bathroom and tripped trying to get to your phone faster.

Simon: Yeah Beanie

Simon: I remember you , the pretty bird buying sugar

You can feel your face heating at the compliment, already imagining his smooth as warm butter voice. You were having some inappropriate feelings about a stranger and you needed to *ping*. Another text.

Simon: so about that coffee love?

[thatbanditqueen]

Louisiana Saturday Night, a new fic.....

I have been working on a new WIP set at the Louisiana Hayride from 1954 - 1956, and will probably post chapter one in the next few days. It starts in October 1954, when 19 year-old Elvis had never played outside the small clubs of Memphis, except for that once. At the Opry. And that didn't go too well.

Now he faces his biggest audience ever at the Lousiana Hay Ride: over three thousand people in-person (a thousand more than the Opry!) and millions over the radio. He has only recorded two singles, never been away from home much or gone beyond second base with a girl, and doesn't know much about life as a touring musician. But he's eager to learn and grab every opportunity he can with those long, inexperienced slender fingers.

This fic will have my usual blend of poorly executed dry humor, fluff, smut and angst.

please comment or reblog if you want to be tagged - here is a preview.

Here is a snippet from Chapter 1: Hot Wax

Approximately 9:15 p.m.

Saturday, October 16, 1954

The Municipal Auditorium in Shreveport, Louisiana

The first time she saw Elvis up close he was hunched over the sink tapping his fingers along the porcelain rim. Rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, he reminded Freddie of a bottle rocket about to blow. She smiled at the thought of him bursting through the ceiling like a comic book hero, his oversized sports coat trailing behind him like a long pink cape.

She wasn’t sure if he was recovering from his first set or talking himself into the second, but what she did know was that this kid was as green as they came. Horace had been reading Pappy the riot act yesterday when she walked by his office, yelling at him for booking “some hillbilly who just fell off the turnip truck, cuz Sam Philips brings you a bottle of Jack every time he comes through town.”  The audience out there had been so taken aback by his country bop they’d forgotten to clap, and she doubted Pappy would be allowed to invite him back.

As she watched the show up in the control booth, Freddie had wondered if Elvis’ performance had gone over better with the radio listeners who hadn’t had to watch his stilted, awkward movements on stage. There was a ragged emotional tenor to his voice, and now that she was standing right in front of him she had to admit he had a dark, sultry allure that was strikingly different from all these other boys doing their best Gene Autry impression.

But geez, now the poor kid began to mutter into his reflection and she hoped he wouldn’t cry. Freddie barely knew how to deal with the girls she found balling in the bathroom. 

“Um, hey there. You ok?”

Elvis jerked around and ran his hand through his sopping wet hair and straightened up, stiff like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“Most folks are nervous their first time. That’s a big crowd.”

“Don’t you worry about me, honey, I ain’t nervous.” He looked her over, a sneer forming at his mouth. “Didn’t you heard the man? I’m the hottest thing on wax. Mr. Logan just asked me to play a second set.”

“Oh - uh - well, I guess I was wrong.”

“MMhmmm. Just getting geared up to go back on stage.” He settled his hands at his waist and shot her a sulky fierce glower, then waggled his eyebrows in a challenge.

“Oh, well that's good. Maybe you can answer something for me then.”

“Anything baby.” 

He softened and bit his lip, giving her what she took to be his version of a come hither look. He looked like he was fighting back a sneeze and Freddie had to swallow her laughter. 

“Why are you in the Ladies’ Powder Room?”

Elvis paused and looked down for a beat as he shook his head and laughed.

She nodded toward the shelf of perfume bottles, powders and the basket of dainty pink sanitary napkin boxes with Kotex printed along the sides.

He let out a low whistle and rubbed his mouth.

“Man o man, I guess you got me, might be jus a lil nervous. I ‘spose I really weren’t watching were I was going, huh?”

Freddie couldn’t help the way she dumbly smiled back, noticing up close how long and thick his eyelashes were as he looked down at her through them. She suddenly had the urge to take his hand and lead him to the green room where she could make him a hot cup of tea and comfort him and give him all the advice she had from her four years of working at KWKH. But instead she took a deep breath and fidgeted with her cardigan.

“I won't tell anyone you were in here. It can be our secret."

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[msmargaretmurry]

Mini fic 13. things you said at the kitchen table would be fun for matthew and leon, because another pair of my blorbos have several Important Scenes in the kitchen, so seeing how that setting is used for others is nice!

as i'm sure everyone has forgotten by now, eons ago i was doing this writing meme, and so many lovely folks left me prompts that i never got to because grad school destroyed my ability to write. but i am trying to get back in a creative groove so we're resurrecting it. so thank you for your patience/sorry about the wait i guess?? 😂 anway —

13. things you said at the kitchen table

“There you are.”

The kitchen had been so quiet that Leon jumps, looking up from his phone to see Matthew leaning in the doorway, eyebrows knit together with a frown. He’s bare-chested, barefoot, wearing the gray sweatpants that had been folded on top of Leon’s hamper, worn once but not dirty enough to put through the wash yet. There’s an array of teeth marks and mouth-shaped bruises down his torso, just starting to bloom with color. If he turned around, Leon knows, there would be a matching constellation on the back of his hip, disappearing under the waistband.

Leon tends to lose himself in the moment. Sometimes it’s a little embarrassing to see what he’s done afterwards.

Matthew tilts his head. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Leon looks at his phone again, somewhere in the middle of a mindless scroll through Instagram, then sets it aside. “Yeah, just couldn’t sleep.”

“Coulda woken me up,” Matthew says, that cocky little grin of his tugging at one corner of his mouth. “I woulda tired you back out.” He’s crossing the room as he says this, ignoring Leon’s eye-roll, pulling out a chair to sit down across from him. Elbows on the table, eyebrows raised. The only time he’s stopped looking smug all night is when Leon had him gasping and panting and moaning too hard to look anything but desperate. Which is stupid, because his team kind of got destroyed earlier, but maybe his face is just kind of stuck that way.

Leon doesn’t really get Matthew at all. He likes him well enough — a surprising enough thing on its own, and one that Leon is still reluctant to cop to sometimes. But there’s something impenetrable about him. He always leaves Leon feeling off-balance. Something about the way he walks into every room like there’s no reason he wouldn’t belong there, including Leon’s kitchen. 

The sex is great, though.

Matthew hasn’t spent the night before, but not for any real reason. Just lack of opportunity. Leon usually likes sharing a bed when he has the chance. 

Matthew nudges his foot under the table. “Hey.”

Leon blinks at him. “What?”

“You sure you’re awake?”

“Yeah, I’m fuckin’ awake,” Leon says, and kicks him back.

“Well then act like it,” Matthew says, catching Leon’s ankle briefly between his feet. “Is everything okay?”

Leon opens his mouth to say yes, but then he takes a moment to consider the situation, and instead he says, “This is a little weird, isn’t it? You and me at the kitchen table?”

“Well, it’s not my fault we’re not still in bed.”

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“I think it’s mostly weird because it’s the middle of the night.” The way that Matthew’s curls fall in his face is distracting. Makes Leon think about how they feel tangled in his fingers. He’d be disappointed if Matthew ever cut his hair short. “You know I’m leaving at the end of the season, right?”

This startles Leon more than Matthew’s sudden appearance two minutes ago. “What?”

“Contract’s up. Bye-bye Calgary.” Matthew shrugs with an extremely measured amount of awkwardness. That— that’s why he’s so fucking confusing. Even his sincerity feels like an act sometimes. But even more than that—

“Why?”

“It’s too fucking cold, I’m homesick, and my coach hates me.”

“No, mean— really, he does?”

Another shrug. So helpful.

“I mean, why are you telling me this?”

“I’m trying to make you pay attention to me,” Matthew says. “Geez, why do you think I’m here?”

Leon raises his eyebrows. “You didn’t get enough attention earlier?”

A tiny grin. “No.”

“So where are you going?”

“Dunno yet.”

“Is that true or are you just not telling me?”

Another shrug. A slightly larger, smugger grin.

“You think I’ll miss you?”

“Nah. You’ve got Davo to keep you warm.”

“We’re not—” Leon ignores Matthew’s dancing eyebrows. “Seriously, why are you telling me this?”

Matthew kicks his foot under the table again. “Come back to bed. We’ve got, what, two games left this season? I’m trying to get the fuckin’ in while I still can.”

“So you’re going somewhere far away,” Leon says.

“Dude, you’re in Edmonton,” Matthew says. “Everywhere is far away.”

“I meant, like, out of the conference.”

Shrug. The temptation to reach across and hold Matthew’s shoulders still is so strong. Instead Leon just meets his gaze, trying for the umpteenth time to figure him out. It doesn’t work, so he looks again at the collage of bruises spilling over his collar bone. He’s changed, in the couple of years they’ve been doing this. His body used to be wirier, but now he’s starting to fill out like a grown man. Leon can feel it on the ice, when he hits him, and in bed when he fucks him. He used to be wilder, more immature, more willing to sacrifice the play to be annoying, but he’s honed that down to an art. Whatever team gets him is going to be blown away by what they find behind his reputation. And Leon— well. It’s strange to feel so acutely that in the grand scheme of things he’ll just be an anecdote in Matthew’s life. It doesn’t bother him, exactly. It’s just a strange little moment. He’d thought, maybe stupidly, that they’d be doing this for years to come. Battles of Alberta and all that. But somehow it makes a lot more sense this way.

“Come on,” he says, standing abruptly. He catches Matthew by the arm on his way around the table, pulling him along back toward the bedroom. Matthew shakes the grip off, but catches his hand instead. In bed, he kisses Leon like he means it, but there are a lot of ways to mean something.

[gabbighoul]

Forbidden paradise

summary: your first day of university and your older brother Eren shows you around campus. You couldn’t help but notice a tall blonde hair guy watching as you and Eren pass by. Little did you know, that the blonde haired guy, Armin was your brother’s best friend but someone that you would see as your escape, your paradise..

You had just woken up to the sound of your alarm. Geez it didn’t even feel like you slept at all you thought as you let out a sigh .

If anything, you should be happy you’re attending Sina university, but deep down you were dreading the fact that you would be attending the same school as your older brother.He had always been a little bit overprotective you thought .

Ever since you two were kids, he would always

Shoo any boy around you away. Girls weren’t an exception either if he thought someone was up to no good trust and believe he would be right there to make sure they would never give you an issue.

You walked downstairs to get breakfast and was greeted by Eren “ good morning y/n I wasn’t expecting you to be up so early”.

You smile “ of course I’m up early I’m not trying to miss my first day of college. Plus you need to show me around it will take some time”

As you grab your plate and sit down, you look at the time it’s already seven and you were trying to get there at eight so that you could look around everywhere because the campus is pretty big.

You are pretty lost in thought until you heard your phone dinging repeatedly. You were about to pick up until you heard Erens voice “ I hope that’s not who I think it is” he says, with an irritated tone in his voice.

“ And what if it is? My private life It’s none of your business Eren” you let out a deep sigh as you picked up your phone.

His expression twisted into anger as he listen to what you’re saying“ you’ve already been cheated on y/n things between you guys should’ve been over when you found out“

you knew Eren was right, but you couldn’t help but get a little bit angry because even though he’s older than you, you’re still an adult who can think for themself. “ please just leave me alone.“ you say in a cold voice as you get up and go upstairs.

As you arrive to the university you couldn’t help but notice the awkward silence lingering in the air. The university came into full view as Eren turned into the parking lot. You couldn’t help noticing the tall blond hair guy walking towards the car.Eren rolls down the window and greets him with a nod.

As the two continue to talk, you receive a message from the person you least wanted to hear from right now. As you furiously type your respond you didn’t notice the two boys going silent and looking at you with confusion and curiosity.

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