#he's forgotten his lunch box and his book bag :(

[daddymilf]

Danny Pudi attends the photocall for Mythic Quest Season 4

[florencemtrash]

Hummingbird: Chapter One

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

What if the Earth-1610 (Miles’s universe) version of Miguel’s wife was actually Miles’s AP Art teacher?

Masterlist

You leaned back against the desk, ignoring the leftover smattering of paint as it seeped into your overalls, and checked the time. Miles’s face was stuck to the pages of his sketchbook, blue and red ink staining his cheek as he snored softly. One hand loosely gripped an open highlighter, the other dangled over the edge of his desk, half-eaten sandwich abandoned on the floor.

Twenty minutes. He’d been asleep for twenty minutes, and if you let him sleep any longer, he’d be late for fifth period.

You rapped your knuckles on his pencil case, the ringing tin jolting the teenager awake. Brown eyes flashed around the room, fists shooting out in an amateur boxing move as he tried to figure out why his spidey sense hadn’t warned him of any danger.

But there was no danger here. Nope, just Miss Y/l/n staring at him curiously from under raised brows.

“Wakey wakey, Miles,” You wore your usual pair of yellow Converse and paint-splattered overalls, the pockets hanging wide and loose after years of carrying around paint bottles, brushes, and books. The school board liked to complain about your “improper dress,” but at the end of the day you were one of the school’s only art teachers - and the most highly approved by students.

“Oh heyyyyy Miss Y/l/n.” He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck before dropping to the floor and snatching up his forgotten lunch. This was the fourth time you’d caught him sleeping in your classroom. Any more and you might actually have to start giving him detention. He tossed pens, snacks, and his sketchbook haphazardly into his bag, but not before you caught sight of a familiar blond-haired, blue-eyed girl smiling in front of a backdrop rioting with yellow, pinks, and blues more vibrant than a fireworks display. “GWEN!” the comic-style calligraphy called out next to her glowing face. Miles always seemed to be drawing her these days.

“You’ve still got five minutes left, calm down.” Miles straightened up to face you, clutching his lunchbox to his chest and smiling nervously. You folded your arms over your chest and stared pointedly at the gangly boy in front of you. With how much he’d grown over the last few months you wondered if one of his ancestors had been a garden weed. 

“You want to talk about what’s been going on, Miles?” 

“What do you-what do you mean?”

“You’ve been falling asleep in my class, this is the fourth time I’ve caught you napping here during lunch, and now I hear from Mr. Maloney that you’ve been skipping English.”

“He-he told you that?” He tugged at the collar of his shirt, hoping for a breeze to drift in through the window and save him from his nerves. He thought he’d been good about juggling the responsibilities of being a high-schooler and everyone’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. If his parents noticed anything different about him they chalked it up to teenage angst and grief over Uncle Aaron’s death. But someone had caught him slipping up.

You shrugged, “The teacher’s lounge exists, and people like to talk.”

“Oh…” he mumbled, shoulders dropping.

The dull ringing of the school bell cut through the silence, followed shortly by the rumblings of conversation as students filled the hallway, moving with the current like fish in a river.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, “Listen, Miles, you’re not in trouble, ok?” Miles sighed in relief. “If you need to eat your lunch or just take a break in my classroom that’s fine with me. I just want to make sure you’re not trying to flunk out like last year.” 

He shook his head adamantly. He couldn’t - wouldn’t - drop out of Brooklyn Visions now. He had a plan for the future: go to Princeton, figure out multiversal traveling, and reunite with Gwen and Peter and the rest of the Spider-gang. Seemed simple enough… and totally doable…

“I promise that’s not the case, Miss Y/l/n.” The sincerity behind his words satisfied you.

“Alright Miles, but I’m keeping an eye on you,” You said dramatically, squinting your eyes and pointing at his chest. Miles snorted, mouth breaking open into a lopsided grin, “Now get out of here or Mrs. Cape will think I’ve convinced you to go to art school again.” 

“Yeah. Sorry about that. I just…”

“Yes, yes, you want to go study physics at Princeton,” you waved your hand in the air, tracing some invisible pattern in the sunlight before grabbing a wet wipe from your desk and tossing it to Miles, “Quantum mechanics, the multiverse, and all that stuff.” 

It wasn’t the first time he’d told you about his future plans, but the words that left his mouth had a tendency of flying over your head. The kid was too smart for his own good.

You paused and took a moment to look at Miles, to really look at him as he scrubbed away at the ink on his cheek, “Those Princeton schmucks would be lucky to have you.”

“Thanks Miss Y/l/n.” Again he gave you that crooked, boyish smile.

“Alright now out, out!” You shooed him towards the door, watching as he saluted you and flashed you one last smile before joining the crowd of students and disappearing around the corner.

You slipped back into your classroom, the smell of charcoal, dried paint, and pencil shavings settling into your lungs - sweet and comforting. There wasn’t an inch of space that wasn’t covered in some manner of artwork: sketches, paintings, collages… colorful graffiti that you should probably scrub out before parent-teacher conferences. Most of the pieces were the works of current students, but sometimes people like to leave things behind on purpose, trusting that you would find a place for them somewhere.

You wiped down the desks, rubbed the worst paint splotches from your overalls, and then collapsed into your chair, swiveling around and munching on the sandwich you’d picked up at the Prospect St. bodega. You had thirty minutes of peace and quiet before sixth period. 

That’s more than enough time. You thought to yourself. Maybe I’ll get some grading done and-

A head of curly black hair popped into the room, face wet and screaming with tears. You straightened in your chair as the boy’s lips thinned, then turned down. His shoulders began to tremble.

“He…He,” Hiccup, “He broke up with me, Miss Y/l/n.” 

“Oh geez,” you sighed deeply, setting your sandwich down and ushering the boy in. 

There were things you missed about being a teenager… the highs and lows of a first love were not on that list.

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Saturday nights were sacred - the only time you reserved entirely for yourself. No grading, no reviewing and updating lesson plans, no agonizing over student reviews. You’d used to go out with old college friends for drinks on the weekend, but most of them had moved out of the city or gotten married and were doing married people things.

Is this what getting older is like? You wondered as you snuggled further into your couch, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders to keep out the chill. It wasn’t too terrible… albeit a little lonely.

The latest in a slew of cooking shows played out on the tv, throwing flashes of light onto the book-burdened coffee table and providing the background noise necessary for you to finally get your thoughts out of your sketchbook. But the moment you went to put the pen nib down, your mind went blank, and not in a good way. Every line looked wrong, the eyes of the figure looking bloated and misshapen. Time creeped by slowly, dragging you along for a ride as smooth as sandpaper.

 You knew the cause of your frustration, but knowing never made it better. It had been two months since Richard had moved out, two months and one day since you’d found out he was cheating on you with some grad student at NYU. 

Pendejo.

You’d hated his interior decorating, but now the blank spaces on the wall screamed his name. 

You tossed your sketchbook and pencil onto the ground and went to make a cup of tea. Maybe you were better off calling it a night and crawling into bed. Mid-year reviews had just ended and you had a long list of emails to reply to in the morning. One thing you hadn’t been expecting when you’d accepted this job was the number of parents who’d be on your ass about their kids getting a B in art - in art. 

The tea kettle was just about to open its mouth and start singing when a crash sounded from the living, followed by a sheepish “Whoops.” The muffled word punctuated Paul Hollywood’s critique of someone’s lemon tart - too stodgy.

Your blood ran cold as the stranger continued to mutter. 

“There goes another one. Wow there’s a lot of stuff on the floor.” Another one of your precious potted plants hit the ground with a dull crack. 

You grabbed the wooden bat from where it leaned against the wall, swinging it easily behind your head. At least there was one good thing Richard had left you with. 

You creeped out into the hallway, backing up towards the front door with your eyes trained on the shadowy figure making a mess of your living room. The figure fluctuated in and out of existence as he stumbled about the room, tripping over the piles of books and art supplies littering the ground. His body splintered outwards like cobwebs and twisted with flashes of bright light, haunting and inhuman. 

The creak of the floorboards gave you away. All at once the figure stopped and turned around to look at you. Where its face should have been was a single, flickering white spot, pulsing with curiosity as it tilted its head to the side. 

Mierda. 

You bolted towards the door… but he was already there.

“Why hello Mrs. O’Hara. Nice to finally meet you.” A thousand voices said at once.

You screamed and swung. 

The first swing missed, leaving a crater in the drywall. The second swing hit true, but the bat merely sunk into the black void of his body, some force ripping it out of your hands as you staggered backward. “Oh! Well that wasn’t very nice.” The creature laughed. 

Spindly tendrils of dark matter grabbed hold of you and you let out one final scream before the Spot swallowed you whole.

There was a momentary blindness and the sensation of falling before you were unceremoniously spit out onto a hard granite floor. You winced at the rough cut of broken glass beneath your heels, with nothing to protect you but a thin pair of socks. You looked upward and gasped. 

Where there had once been a towering glass ceiling dozens of stories high lay a gaping hole, the metal beams blown backwards into the night air like a blooming flower. It took you a moment to recognize the building, after all you’d seen it nonstop on the news for weeks last year - Alchemax.

What the hell?

Police tape criss-crossed over the debris like yellow spider webs, the scene broken up by black holes that morphed and twisted around you, pulsing with the same energy as the stranger in your apartment.

I must be dreaming. You thought. But in the back of your mind you remembered bits and pieces of what Miles told you he’d been studying over the summer - wormholes and spacetime and portals to different universes. 

You picked up a piece of metal off the floor, experimentally tossing it into one of the spots. It disappeared under the surface like pottery in slip before popping back into existence above you. You only narrowly lunged out of the way before it crashed into the ground and stuck there like a sword in a battlefield.

“Beautiful, isn’t it Mrs. O’Hara?” the Spot stepped out of a hole in the fabric of spacetime beside you. 

You jumped back, choking the scream in your throat. “That’s not-that’s not my name.” You managed to say. “Maybe you’ve kidnapped the wrong person?” A stupid hope.

“Oh? What is it then?” You said nothing, daring to lean down and pick up a jagged piece of roof panel. It might not do much, but it made you feel safer with its weight in your hands. “Well you don’t need to tell me. I just wanted to ask you a question.” He blipped out of existence, taking with him the darkness that pooled out of his skin.

“Who is Spider-Man?” the voices said as the Spot reappeared right beside you.

“You’ve got to stop doing that! Pendejo.” 

“What?”

“Just talk to me like a normal person.” You pointed the roof panel at him, keeping him at a safe distance.

“Who. Is. Spider-Man?” He stepped closer, the tip of your makeshift weapon sinking into his skin like he wasn’t even there. 

The question made you pause. That was what he wanted to know? He had kidnapped you just to ask about Spider-Man? 

“Um, I mean, he’s kind of the local superhero. Stops thieves, saves kittens stuck in trees, makes questionable brand deals at times-”

“NO! I know who Spider-Man is.” 

You blinked in confusion, eyes shifting to the side, “Then why did you kidnap me?”

“I want to know Spider-Man’s identity! His real identity.” The edges of his body sparked, shooting outward and striking the walls of the room. Dust and plaster fell to the ground like snow.

“I don’t-how the fuck am I supposed to know who Spider-Man is?!”

“You know him! The other version of you knew him!” 

“What, other me?”

“The alternate universe version of you!” He threw his hands up into the air like a petulant child. The darkness around him grew with every passing minute, crawling around on the floor and up onto the walls like a reptile looking for its next meal. He slid his hands down his face, somehow pulling at the ether he was made of as he muttered under his breath.

“Whatever, I may have miscalculated. You’ll still be important. Don’t you worry. You may not know who Spider-Man is, but Spider-Man sure knows you.”

Next chapter ->

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Author's Note: so... I may have gotten carried away and written the second chapter as well... hope you enjoy!

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[jjkamochoso]

Flufftober Day 11: Ingredients and Spells

@flufftober

Fluff

Choso Kamo x gn!reader

Warnings: none

I have no idea what to do.

Choso slumped back against the sofa, his hands pushing his bangs off his face in frustration. He was a man of action; he was tired of sitting around and not chasing after his goal. He was a natural leader, as most older brothers are, and he wanted to set a good example for Yuji by never giving up. He’d been told he was personable and easy to talk to, and was a person with an especially honest disposition.

Why was it this impossible for him to ask someone out?

The person Choso had his sights set on was you, a teacher at Jujutsu High and the object of his (secret) affections. Every time he’d come visit Yuji at school, he’d always be sure to stop by your classroom and say hello, making small talk and slowly getting to know you through curious questions. There was a lot more he still had to learn about you: your hopes and dreams, your greatest fears, whether or not you returned his feelings…

I seriously need to get a grip.

Choso’s self pitying party was halted when he was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone.

Yuji: you know you’re the best big brother ever, right??

Choso: Did you get in trouble?

Yuji: no i swear ! i just forgot my lunch in my room :(

Choso: Okay? That’s a five minute walk to come get it.

After he sent that text, Choso quickly sent another one.

Choso: Never mind, I’ll bring it to you. I need the fresh air anyway.

Yuji: THANKS 😄

Choso stood from his spot on Yuji’s couch and searched the small dorm room for any sign of a forgotten bento box. He couldn’t find one, but he did find a crumpled up paper bag lying empty under his bed.

“He must’ve forgotten to pack it, too,” Choso mumbled under his breath, placing some snack packets inside. He was about to leave the dorm when he was struck with the sudden thought of potentially seeing you on his journey across campus. Running around the small room frantically, he was starting to feel frustrated.

Doesn’t this kid own a mirror?!

Not wanting to waste anymore time, he settled for using his phone’s selfie camera to check his appearance. Sprucing up his double buns a bit, he was content with how he looked and exited the dorm with a newfound sense of confidence.

All that confidence went down the drain the moment Choso spied you walking his way.

He had almost made it to Yuji before he saw your smiling face waving at him excitedly. He gulped as you practically bounded over; he had never seen someone look as amazing as you did, or have such a perfect voice that said his name with the most beautiful lips, and being surrounded by the signature scent of your perfume absolutely entranced him-

“Choso! How are you doing today?” you asked kindly, knocking some sense into the awestruck man.

“Oh! I’m, uh, I’m good,” he stuttered out, wincing at how utterly pathetic he sounded.

You pointed at the bag he had clutched in his strong grasp. “Whatcha got there?”

“Yuji’s lunch.”

Choso felt like he couldn’t breathe around you, like your very presence caused his lungs to seize up and his throat choked on every word he tried to say.

“That’s so sweet of you to bring it for him! You know, I actually just saw him with Fushiguro and Kugisaki over by the vending machines. I was heading over there if you want me to drop it off.”

What he should’ve said would be along the lines of “That sounds like a great idea, why don’t we walk over there together?”

What he actually said was:

“That’s perfect. Thank you so much.”

Choso flung the paper bag into your hands, basically running away from you, to find refuge in the nearest building to calm his racing heart. He looked beyond stupid, that he knew for sure, and he didn’t know how he could ever face you after embarrassing himself that badly. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he realized he was in the school library. Not wanting to risk seeing you again right now, he decided to browse through the endless option of books he was surrounded by.

“Ancient civilizations, huh? Sounds interesting,” he said, pulling the book off the shelf and taking a seat at one of tables in the empty room.

The book wasn’t terribly boring, but it wasn’t piquing his curiosity as much as it normally would. His thoughts kept drifting back to you and he couldn’t concentrate on any of the topics being presented to him. Turning the next ink filled page, he covered a yawn that tumbled out of his mouth. Soon enough, though, right as he was about to shelve the book once more, his eye caught the title of the next section.

“Love spells of the old world?” he read aloud to no one.

That would definitely be helpful.

He rolled his eyes, not believing what he was thinking. A love spell? Really? There was no way those could work. Besides, it’d be totally unethical and morally wrong to cast a spell on someone to change their personal feelings.

It’s a lot easier to mix some ingredients together than confess you have a crush on a person…

He decided he would read through the section just for the sake of learning something new, not because he was considering trying one on you or anything.

Nope. No way.

“All you need is honey, fresh fruit, and a candle?” he wondered, brow furrowed. “That seems too easy.”

“What seems too easy?”

Choso slammed the book shut at the sound of your voice.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” he squeaked out, palms sweaty from nervousness.

“I work here, remember?” you answered cheekily. “Actually, I saw you come in here and I wanted to talk to you about something. If you’re not busy, of course,” you added, sounding strangely cautious.

You gestured to the book lying in front of him. “That’s one of my top choices to read in my downtime. What part were you on?”

“Mesopotamian culture,” he said hurriedly, not meeting your gaze as his face burned with shame.

God, Choso was a horrible liar.

You, however, didn’t seem to notice, or if you did, were gracious enough to ignore it.

“That’s actually right before my favorite part of the book,” you told him. “It’s a little embarrassing but I’m a romantic at heart I guess.”

Choso inadvertently sucked in a breath. “Wait, you mean the-”

“Love spells,” you both said at the same time, causing you to laugh a little bit while Choso looked dumbfounded.

“Do you… believe in those?” he asked hesitantly.

“Kind of? I mean, I could see the validity in it. I prefer to keep my love all natural, though. There’s something special in those moments between two people when they’re trying to figure out if the other feels the same.” You looked deep into his dark chocolate eyes, slightly leaning in closer to him and gently grabbing hold of his hand. “Do you know that feeling?”

Choso‘s mouth went dry as he wished he found a section in the book on how to not make a fool of himself in a situation like this.

“I’ve really liked you for a long time.”

Maybe there’s a potion in there to create a hole in the floor to swallow him up?

Your eyes widened in surprise at his unexpected confession, but you couldn’t reply as words flowed from Choso like an unstoppable stream of water.

“I’m sorry that was so sudden but I’ve been wanting to tell you that for months now and I haven’t found the right time because you just made me so nervous and I was too scared to ask you out but then you caught me reading about the love spells and I freaked out and-”

“Can I kiss you?” you interrupted his rambling. Like a deer caught in headlights, Choso just silently stared at you for a few seconds. All of a sudden, he closed the distance between you as his lips pressed into yours, giving you a loving kiss that wasn’t the result of any sort of incantation.

Little did you two know, you had an audience listening and watching the entire thing from the library door that was left ajar.

“Wasn’t this the cutest thing ever?” Nobara exclaimed.

“I can’t believe Choso finally told L/n-sensei,” observed Yuji, taking a big bite of his lunch.

“The only ingredient they both needed was a dose of reality,” grumbled Megumi, grabbing his friends by their schoolbags and pulling them away before they got caught.

[mytheoristavenue]

MHA Mezo Shoji x Reader - Make Believe - I

Summary: You ask Shoji to pretend to be your boyfriend for a dinner with your parents.

Warnings: fluff, fake dating trope, long/multi parted, not proofread

Glancing down at your watch, you fidgetted nervously, standing in the hall awkwardly. 'He's usually on his way to lunch by now,' you thought to yourself, scanning the hordes of students for a particular person. Suddenly, your eyes fell on a messy head of silver hair and your interest piqued. Booking it through the crowd, you finally found who you were looking for. "Shoji!" you chirped, stopping so short in front of him that you nearly smashed into him. "I've been looking all over for you!"

"Oh, sorry," he replied nonchalantly, beginning to walk with you to the lunch room. "Didn't mean to be so hard to find."

"It's okay," you reassured him. "I noticed you weren't in class today and I was worried," you admitted, going alongside him with your hands knotted together behind your back.

"Sorry to worry you," he said, finding a table and sitting down. "I was in the support classroom all morning getting my costume redone." He explained, rummaging through his bag. "Did I miss anything important?"

"You missed a pop quiz in Mic's class, but it's super easy. Oh and you missed a lecture on quirk evolution in science but don't worry," you beamed, producing a packet of papers from your own bag. "I took the liberty of taking extra notes on your behalf!"

Shoji took the notes from you, skimming through them. There were multiple pages, all front and back filled with neat color-coded writing, organized with bullet points. "Wow, these are pretty thorough, this isn't your copy is it?"He asked, still rummaging through his bag with an annoyed sigh.

"Nope!" you chirped, pulling out an identical set of papers. "What are you looking for, by the way?"

Shoji glanced up at you before looking back into his bag. "Oh, just my lunch. Must've forgotten it back in my dorm."

"Today's your lucky day then," you giggle, pulling two bentos out of your bag and handing him one. "I made you lunch!"

He hesitantly took it, eyeing you closely. "What's with you today, why're you being so niced to me?"n he asked suspiciously, poping off the top of the box.

You blushed, averting your gaze quickly, trying to think of an excuse. "What, aren't I always nice to you, Shoji?"

"Well, yeah," he admitted. "But it seems like you're sucking up for something." He punctuated his point by digging a pair of chopsticks into the portion of rice you'd made him before popping it in his mouth. "Damn, this is good, actually."

"Shoji! Did you expect it to be bad?" you ask, feigning hurt. "And thinking I'd be nice to you just to get something in return is honestly just mean!"

"Okay, okay, fine, I'm sorry, thank you for the notes and lunch." He finally relented, throwing his hands up in defense. "How can I repay you?"

"Well..." you begin sheepishly. "There is this one thing-"

"Ah-hah!" Shoji laughed, tossing you a side glare as he ate. "I knew you wanted something." He watched as the blood rushed to your cheeks and you tried to back peddle, beginning to ramble. "C'mon, just spit it out already, what do you need?"

"Would you come home with me to have dinner with my parents tonight?' you finally blurted after beating around the bush.

"What, why me?" he asked, bewildered. "I mean we're good friends and all but wouldn't you rather take a closer friend like Tsu or Ochacko?"

"Well...about that...I was hoping you could...pretend to be my boyfriend?" you ask bashfully, wincing in preparation for rejection.

"Are you serious?" he asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I-It's just that, it's my grandmother's birthday and she's sick and we don't think she'll be around much longer. She really wants to see me with someone and I don't want to let her down!" you rambled on, pleading. "Please, Shoji, I promise it's just for the night and I'll do whatever you ask to make it up to you!"

After a moment, he sighed, annoyed. "You already told her you were bringing someone, didn't you?" You nodded, hands clasped together as if praying. "Oh, fine, alright!" he scoffed. "But you owe me."

Gasp, you squeal in delight, throwing your arms around his neck and snuggling into his torso in an awkward but meaningful hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Whatever," he groaned, rolling his eyes, but wrapping you up in his arms all the same. "What time are we leaving?"

"The train leaves at 5:15." you replied as he released you. "So meet me at the station at 5."

"Sounds like a plan."

Part II

[twinklelilstarkey]

Tutor: The Talk

Words: 5.6k+ Type: Angst (not Rafe and Y/N) Summary: They're finally going to talk. Warnings: Fem!Reader. Arguing. Slight manipulation. Narcissistic behavior. Lying. Mentions of drug consumption and insults regarding that. Mentions of fighting.

Tutor Masterlist

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Your first class of the day is finally over, and all you can do is sigh in relief. With your books held against your chest and bag over your shoulder, you are out of the classroom before you can even think twice.

The air in the hallways is better. And due to how quick you were, you were able to not catch the chaotic crowd that eventually walks these hallways between classes. Unfortunately, you still need to go to your locker before the next class, so it isn’t like you have much time to do quite literally anything.

Alone, you walk yourself through the hallways of the school you will soon say goodbye to, and after squeezing through somewhat crowded areas, you finally get to your locker.

You open the metal box with a small combination of numbers and do it quickly so you can rid yourself of the weight of the books in your hands. After that, you organize it a little better before reaching for the books for the next class, and all of a sudden, you see someone standing beside you.

You jump, absolutely startled by the sudden appearance of said someone and look over at the person, finding Kristy. Your hand is over your chest in a physical attempt to calm down your heart after getting scared due to her proximity, but that is when you notice the look on her face.

The one she has when she needs to talk to you.

It has been, possibly, three weeks since you have grown distant from your friends. Maybe it has to do with the fact that school is almost over, and you will all soon pack things up and go to college. But, except for the first days, you have yet to feel the longing for their disappearing friendship.

You cannot say you don’t miss having fun with your friends. Of course, you do. All of you were friends for the entirety of high school, and Kristy has been your best friend for what feels like so much more time. And, maybe, it had to do with how it happened: from how normal days, when you talked all day through school, turned into days when you practically never see them (nor wish to after a specific lunch).

You swear you can still feel their gazes from that day. Looking at you sideways as if you had infiltrated yourself into their table and were ready to listen to all their secrets and expose them to the world. When, in reality, you were only sitting with your friends. Or who you thought were your friends.

You blamed yourself for the entirety of the first week for what happened since you could've done something and forgotten it. Maybe you hurt one of the girls’ feelings once in a conversation and missed how much that one joke could’ve hurt them. Maybe it was your tone or the content of the joke. Or maybe it just got taken too far.

Whatever it was, you let go of your worry by the time the silence reached a week. You blame that part on your boyfriend and his friends, as the time you once had with your friends outside of school is now spent with him or them. You’re not sure if Rafe did it on purpose, but he had picked you up from that first day of the silence onwards. He listened to you, and maybe that was what made him want to spend more time with you. He didn't want you alone.

Right now, the mentality you have towards all of this is simple: if they have something against you and want you to acknowledge it, they need to speak with you.

You were done with the guessing games of what you could’ve possibly done wrong. Even if the possibility of them finding out about Rafe still hunted you.

Yes, in a way, it doesn’t really matter anymore because they do not seem to be your friends or wish to be so. But you know that any reaction that could come with that would not be positive, and it surely would hurt to hear what they would have to say about that.

After so many warnings regarding Rafe’s antics, you have grown to know if they were true or false or how they ranged from ridiculous to absolutely spot-on, even if you don't want to remember them. And you won't. Rafe has been doing his best, so you will do the same.

Rafe, as promised, has been staying out of fights every time you go out together. Even if that meant that he had to step back from a rather very random confrontation that appeared in front of him out of nowhere at some parties.

You watched him do it. You watched him step away and hold his hands up in a conversation with some guy you didn’t know. Stepping away from a confrontation that rose from a casual conversation. You acted as if you didn’t see it, but you felt proud when looking back at it.

Rafe has also been cautious with other things that could originate his anger or sudden fights at parties. He has never said it to you, but you have noticed how he keeps away from certain tables. He now prefers to spend more time smoking weed at the end of a party with Patty and Topper than any further drugs.

He has been working hard to keep up with his promise, and you don’t want to seem like the girlfriend that only hovers over him to see if he was keeping it in the first place. So, you stayed on your side as you saw all that he did occasionally, yet saved it in your heart too - where it is safely kept and able to make you smile at the most random of times.

And that is why you have decided to be done with the secrecy of the relationship by the time you finish high school, which is just a week away. You haven’t spoken to Rafe about it, but you know he wouldn’t care for that as the secrecy wasn’t kept on going to protect him and his relationships, but yours. (Which happened to crumble all on their own.)

Maybe it had been cowardly for not doing it sooner, but Rafe never pushed you to do it. You knew what could happen if anyone close to you were to find out. Kristy is one of them, but so are your parents. The parents who still expect and think so much out of you yet haven’t noticed how much their daughter has begun to hide from them - all due to the fear of the abandonment that could follow. It would happen. But you want to let it be when you have a place to be, and when you can find a refuge somewhere else, even if that is college.

“Hi,” Kristy says. Her voice is breathy, almost as if she was sighing her words.

“Hello,” You say back to her.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” Her eyes move all through your face, scanning every bit of it. She was trying to read you, even when you stood as confused as ever in front of her.

“Okay…”

“It’s about-”

She is suddenly cut off by your phone ringing. She stops talking and looks at your phone as if it is her absolute enemy. You look down at the screen, noticing that it is Rose calling you, which is more than strange. She only calls you about your payments for tutoring, nothing more.

“Sorry, I’ll be quick,” You tell Kristy, and she nods. “Hello?”

“Hi, honey. Look, you don’t have a car, do you?” 

You frown at the question and begin to reach into your locker for your books as you talk on the phone, not wanting to lose any time.

“I don’t.”

Rose sighs over the phone.

“And do you have anyone that usually picks you up after class?”

You frown further, pausing your reaching into the locker. Should you tell her that her stepson is usually the one that picks you up from school? He does take you home after tutoring all the time, courtesy of Ward's orders. So, it wouldn’t sound weird, right?

One look at Kristy, and you shut that thought down right away.

“Usually my parents pick me up.” You tell her half a lie, “Sometimes I go home with friends. Why? Is everything alright?”

“I can’t pick up Wheezie from school for your tutoring class, and she needs to be tutored for tomorrow’s final,” Rose says in a rather frustrated and tired tone. “Ward will be in a meeting until late, and I’ll be in a meeting in an hour, right as I’m supposed to pick her up.”

“And Rafe?” You see Kristy tense up beside you, and you clarify more to her than Rose, “Can’t he pick her up?”

“He’s not picking up his phone,” Rose sighs, “Can you try to call him?”

“I can try, of course…” Rose stays quiet after you speak. “Also. I can always walk over to her school, and we can walk home. It’s not too far.”

Kristy perks up beside you, and you look at her, pausing your collecting of the books again.

“I can ride you home,” Kristy says to you with a smile, possibly picking up what is happening from what you said and taking her (right) conclusions.

“I have a friend that can drive me, actually,” You say to Rose before she can say her farewells. “She just told me.”

“Oh, thank god,” Rose exclaims loudly. She sighs after a moment of silence, “Truly, thank you, sweety. Text me when you two get home, please.”

“Of course.”

Rose wishes you a good rest of your day before you end the call, and as you do, Kristy is still beside you, waiting for you to finish the call patiently.

“You wanted to talk to me.”

You close your locker as you say those words, but she gets interrupted again, but, this time, by the ringing of the bell. Kristy closes her eyes as she takes a breath that can only be out of pure frustration, and you continue to look at her, waiting for her to say something.

“You know what? Let’s just talk whenever I take you to pick up Wheezie.” She says, guessing correctly the theme of the conversation on the phone, “We’ll have more time then.”

“Okay,” You tell her with a nod.

“See you after class,” She says before disappearing to get to her classroom. You can’t help but look at her as she walks away. She’s acting strangely, and you can’t exactly understand why.

(...)

“No, it’s fine,” You tell Rafe over the phone, “My friends will drive me.”

“I’m sorry.”

His voice is groggy, and you know for a fact that he just woke up. It was more than obvious that the entire reason why Rafe wouldn’t pick up Rose’s calls was that he was still passed out on his bed. He had told you about how he would hang out with Topper and Kelce the night before. The fact that he didn’t fall asleep on the steps of his home is more surprising than any of his sleeping-ins.

“Don’t be sorry,” You say with a smile, walking down the steps of the school to get to the parking lot. “What time did you get home?”

“I have no idea,” He says sincerely.

You two continue to talk as you walk through some cars in the parking lot. Your eyes are looking through every single one at the front, and since Kristy did not seem to find it reasonable to text you her whereabouts, you are completely lost.

Rafe gets to tell you all about his night (or what he remembers of it) while you look for Kristy’s car. You get to know all about how much he had drank, and how he, Topper, and Kelce had taken the safest route by walking home even though severely drunk. The mental image only makes you smile and wish to be there to see it, but that is wiped away from your mind when you see Kristy's car.

“I gotta go, okay?” You say to Rafe as you begin to walk to the car.

“Yeah,” He tells you, dragging his words with a very sleepy tone. 

The call is over by the time you get to the car. You look around to see if Kristy is anywhere to be seen, but that is when she pulls down her window, inviting you to get into the car. You offer a smile as you walk on closer, and your hand reaches for the passenger seat's door. When you get the door open, you force your smile not to fall because another two girls are inside, sitting in the back and silently looking at you.

“Hi,” You say to them, hating yourself for not hiding the surprise in your tone.

They all answer you in different tones, so you face Kristy and the road as she turns the car on.

“Didn’t expect you guys to be in the car too,” You offer the explanation, even though, deep down a voice is telling you that you do not need to justify anything to them.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” Kristy says, and she does sound sincere.

“That’s okay,” You nod. “We can have our conversation later, then.”

“Oh no.” Kristy says to you, looking at you as she stops the car to safely drive out of the parking lot, “They can be here during our conversation. They just-” She pauses, “They just needed a ride somewhere else as well.”

The lie could’ve been spotted from miles away, as you know, of course, that one of the girls in the back does own a car and has easy access to any of her parents' cars. But you don’t say anything. You simply strap yourself in with the seatbelt and lean back on your seat. You’ll have Wheezie in the car in no time. Maybe then, the air will stop being so dense.

To your surprise, the entirety of the drive to the Academy in which Wheezie studies is absolutely silent. You expected the girls to, at the very least, exchange words between themselves, but not even that. Silence. Pure and utter silence. Bringing your mind all the way back to that lunch a few weeks ago.

Maybe you should’ve just waited for Rafe to pick up instead.

As you think those words to yourself, the car stops right at the front of the school, where many parents are waiting for their kids. You check the time and notice still have a few minutes of waiting.

In the silent car, you pull out your phone and quickly send Wheezie a text, letting her know that you're at her school and where exactly you are in the parking lot.

“So…” A voice breaks through the silence in the car, “Will you be going to your graduation ceremony, Y/N?”

You lift your eyes off your phone and look over your shoulder at the two girls. It was one of them that made the question.

“Yeah, of course,” you say with a smile.

“And the parties?”

You frown and turn on your seat to face the girls easily. You look over at Kristy to find her looking over at the girls as well. Her face is unreadable as she does so.

“I… I don’t know yet,” You say, sincerely. “Why are you asking?”

“Just wanted to know,” She shrugs, “I also don’t know if I’ll be going to the parties.”

You nod, swallowing the awkwardness in this interaction, and look at Kristy again and then at the other girl. They all exchange glances, and Kristy cuts the silence with a deep breath.

You look at her, knowing that the reason why the girls had stopped acting like your friends will be coming out of her mouth in seconds, but you notice how her face has suddenly become readable. You can see her nerves and anxiety wash over her completely as she begins to speak.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” She starts. “It all has to do with… The way we have grown a little distant. And I wanted to talk to you about this and be honest with you.”

Your eyes are only on her now, giving her your absolute attention.

“Okay…” You whisper, “You can talk to me.”

She offers the girls another look, but you don’t look at them again, knowing that it will be useless to do so. The conversation is not exactly about them, for the looks of it. They are just here… for some other reason.

“We know about…” Her hand waves around in the air, “About your relationship.”

You hold your breath, but you do not say a thing.

“We have known for quite a while, actually. For how long?” She looks at the girls for help, “A month, more, possibly.” Her eyes come back to you.

You stare at her silently, and even though you don’t know it, your face shows absolutely nothing of what you are feeling. Not the weird sensation of how your heart seems to be beginning to claw up your throat to your mouth, or how your stomach is twisting in cold, cold anxiety.

You feel stupid to ask, but you do so anyway. “What relationship?”

“Yours with Rafe Cameron.”

Reality sets in, and it seems like a weight you could never put into words. Like something you would only hear it ever being described in movies or books as a weird sensation of how the air has grown thicker to breathe, and your mouth has grown to be the driest of all deserts.

“Okay,” you say. Your voice is small and weak, but you aren't able to pick yourself up just yet. “How, uh… How do you know?”

“We saw him picking you up once.” One of the girls in the back says to you, making you look at her, “It was on the day of the blind date.”

The air gets thicker, and your heart speeds up.

“Okay,” you repeat yourself. “I, uhm… I don’t really know what to say.”

Kristy simply stares at you when you bring your eyes back to her. Her face has gone unreadable again, but yours is beginning to open up, beginning to show your confusion and frustration with only your expressions.

“So you truly are dating him?” Kristy asks you, trying to be sure.

“Yeah, I am,” you tell her.

“How long have you two been dating?”

“A few months.”

Silence comes back, and you are left to look at them as they try to hide their surprise. None of their faces has even a glimpse of positivity in it, any of it. It is just negativity and what seems like anger at some point.

“I- I don’t get it,” You say to yourself at first, but their eyes move over to you. “Is that why you stopped talking to me?”

“What?” Kristy asks, confused.

“You said at the beginning that this was about why we grew distant. Is dating Rafe the reason why you wanted to stop being friends with me?” Your tone is defensive, more than defensive. But Kristy doesn’t seem to appreciate it.

“No, I think we’ve grown distant before we began to stop talking to you, actually.”

“When?” Your voice is not as weak anymore.

“When you started canceling on us,” one of the girls from the back answers, which makes some anger rise up your throat. Do you really need to argue against 3 people at once?

“When did I ever do that?”

“You canceled on a few sleepovers,” The same girl says.

“You mean one sleepover.” You correct her without leaving much silence for them to fight further. “Which was the last one I was ever invited to.”

“Why did you cancel on us?” The girl beside her asks.

“Yeah, why? Were you with Rafe?”

“Possibly, yeah,” You say, annoyance beginning to be evident in your tone, “Can we please stop with the one-on-three conversation, please? This whole thing is ridiculous.”

“Why is it ridiculous?” Kristy speaks.

You look at her, and your anger burns further when your request goes ignored. Kristy doesn’t seem angry or frustrated - unlike the other girls -, but your anger is becoming obvious to her.

“Do you really not see it? You put me in a car with two more girls to question me about my boyfriend.” You sigh, “Not only that, all of you are asking me and accusing me of pulling away from our friendship when you know, very well, that it is not true.” You notice how Kristy grows defensive, “You stopped talking to me, not the other way around.”

They stay silent for a bit, and you lean back on your seat in disbelief at what is happening.

“I put you in a car because I am worried about you,” Kristy tells you.

Your eyes find hers again, and you look at her in your silence, but that is before you laugh.

“Worried about me?” You repeat, chuckling, “For having a boyfriend?”

“For your boyfriend being Rafe Cameron,” One of the girls from the back answers.

You’re left in another silence, and you can’t help but let another chuckle escape. 

“And the way you show your worry is by… not talking to me?” You ask, incredulous at the information.

“You hid it from us,” the other girl says, defensively.

“Of course, I did. Look at what happened when you found out.” I tell her, facing her as I do, “Not only did you stop talking to me. But now I am inside a car, when I simply meant to pick up my boyfriend's sister, and am being confronted for dating said boyfriend.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Kristy asks.

“Because, Kristy,” Your anger rises. “Not everything that I do has to be reported back to you. If I didn’t see fit in telling you the truth, it means that I didn’t see a good enough reason to do it.”

“So we shouldn’t know when our friend is dating someone?” The girl asks.

“It’s not about whether you ‘should’ or ‘shouldn’t’,” I tell her. “It was my secret to tell. You don’t like him, I get it. I hesitated on telling you anything because I knew all of you would react badly… That is it. Just do not tell me that you stopped talking to me because you were worried about me. You didn’t even try to have a conversation with me about it.”

“Why are you even dating him?” Kristy asks all of a sudden, and you can’t even hide the confusion on your face, “Seriously. Why did you start dating him, then? You know we don’t like him, yet you still talked to him enough to the point of dating him. You went against all of our warnings, all of them.”

Your dry laugh comes back, “Why are you making this about you? About all of you?” No one answers, “This is my relationship with my boyfriend, who I chose to date. Why are you making this about you?”

“Because we are your friends,” One of the girls in the back says.

“No, you’re not.” You answer, “Not anymore. Not since you stopped talking to me for weeks with absolutely no explanation.”

And with those words, you hit straight on the nail. The girls go silent, and they simply look at you. All of them are conflicted, you can tell from the look on their faces. They don’t know what to say.

“And I am dating Rafe because he treats me well. He cares for me.” You answer the previous question, “There hasn’t been a day in our relationship when I thought otherwise.”

Kristy is the one to laugh now, “Right.”

“Right, what?”

“We’re supposed to believe you?” Kristy asks, her anger rising further, and so is the volume of her voice. Her words come out in a shout, “You’re talking about the guy that beat up your ex-boyfriend not even two weeks ago!!”

“Why the fuck are you screaming at me?!” You scream back at her. “I know Rafe did that. I was there,” You say at a lower volume, but your eyes are still widened with anger, and your heart is still pumping furiously. “I was there when he did it. Aiden called a whore, and Rafe freaking lost it. I wasn’t a fan of how things ended, but I resolved it.” You point to your chest, “I resolved it because he is my boyfriend, and the conflict had to do with me too.”

“Oh, so you’re a fan of all his fighting then?” One of the girls asks in the back.

“When did I ever say that?” I ask her. “I said I resolved it, and I mean it. I am not justifying what Rafe did, but he was drunk, and he defended me, whether I like fighting or not. He knows I don’t, and that is why I moved on from all of this by the time the week ended.” You pause, “Stop acting like he murdered someone in cold blood because he simply wanted to.”

“What more did you get to see, hum?” Kristy asks you, “Did you get to see him nose deep his coke as well? I’m sure you did.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You shake your head.

“No, Y/N. What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Kristen screams again.

You stare at her, and you watch as her face falls right as she notices how her words have sunk in. You watch as she opens her mouth to talk, but she is interrupted by one of the girls who is less remorseful.

“What do you even see in him, Y/N?” One of the girls in the back says.

You whisper a silent prayer for patience as soon as you hear the question.

“A lot. I see a lot in him. That is why I am dating him.” You sigh, forcing yourself to calm down, “I don’t know why I am even arguing back to you about this. You have never even tried to know him and simply roll with what everyone says-”

“I have talked to him,” The other girl says, “I did. Last Friday.” The girl beside her corrects her posture as her friend speaks, “And he surely wasn’t kind to me.” She laughs dryly.

“Where, last friday?” You ask confused.

“After you all left a party,” she explains. “You were getting food, I suppose, and I tried to go over to talk to you.”

“I don’t remember any of that.”

“So Rafe didn’t tell you?” She asks.

“Tell me what?”

“That he spoke to me.”

“He doesn’t even know you!” You say defensively, hating how she looks at you. Almost as if offended that Rafe hadn’t mentioned her to you. “I was there, how did I not see you, then?”

“You were by a car,” Kristy explains, but you don’t look over at her. “You were talking to someone with a bag in your hands, and Rafe was paying. She,” You can tell from her tone that she is pointing at the girl beside her, “walked over to you to talk. Rafe-”

“Rafe stopped me before I could get to you,” The girl interrupts to be the one to continue the story. “He asked me what I wanted, and when I told him the truth, he told me that you didn’t want to talk to me and that I should just 'fuck off'. So I left.”

Kristy notices the lie in her friend's words, but she does not correct her.

“Why would he even do that?” You don’t believe her. “He doesn’t even know your faces.”

“Which only goes to show how he treats other people, then, Y/N,” the girl says to you. “He is not a good person.”

You don’t say anything. You simply stare at her, which makes her believe that she has begun to get a hold of you and your attention again.

“Come on.” She shakes her head, “You know this better than anyone. You have heard everything that people say about him. How he is, how he treats people, how he is when high or drunk.”

You still don’t say anything.

“It’s an act.”

“What’s an act?” You ask, confused.

“The way he acts with you,” The other says answers, “He’s trying to get you to like him, so you don’t see what is bad in him. He’s manipulating you.”

“You have to be kidding me,” You say to them, shocked by their words.

“He is! He-”

“You have never even met him!” You lift up your voice to shut them up, “How can you make so many things up when you haven’t even had a one minute conversation with him.” You shake your head at them, “This is ridiculous.”

“You think he isn’t manipulating you?”

“Manipulating me to do what?!” You get angry again, “Go off to murder people like Bonnie and Clyde?” You leave the question hanging in the air, “Why are you acting as if I cannot defend myself? Acting as if I am some sort of defenseless victim that will always fall in the hands of evil?” They still don’t answer, “Rafe isn’t evil. Sure, he is not an angel. Nowhere near one, to be exact. But he treats me well. He takes care of me.” You slow down your voice to make sure they hear it, “He is a good boyfriend to me.”

“But-” Kristy begins after moments of silence.

“Just shut up, please!” You turn to her, “What were you even trying to achieve with this conversation? For me to leave Rafe? For me to end things with him and go back into your arms and thank you for saving me from the beast my boyfriend is?” You chuckle, “You are unbelievable.”

There is some silence, but you continue.

“And if by any means, Kristy, if you want to talk about bad people, please take a good look in the fucking mirror.” You emphasize the word, “You were my best friend, and you wanted to protect me so badly that not once did you consider my feelings towards all of this.”

“You’re not being fair.” She shakes her head at you.

“Good, because that’s how unfair this whole conversation was… Interrogating me like I’m some sort of criminal, and all I did was date a person you don’t like.” The words are heavy to Kristy, “Talk about unfair.”

Before anyone could say anything else, the door in the back opens, and Wheezie smiles at everyone inside the car. All the screaming and arguing went unnoticed by every single person outside due to the tinted and closed windows. Poor Wheezie would’ve never guessed what she just got into.

“Hi,” She says sweetly to you.

“Hi, Wheeze.” You say with a small smile back to her.

No one dares to speak as Kristy turns on the car and begins to drive to the Cameron’s household. The silence is deafening to Wheezie, but she can sense the tension, forcing her to not say anything during the whole drive as well. 

You only feel like you can breathe as soon as you are past the gates. The words repeat time and time again in your mind, making you think back on what each person said. What even was that about the restaurant? How did they know where you were? It does not make sense. That restaurant is nowhere near their houses.

By the time you get to the front of the large house, Wheezie is the first to jump out of the car and close the door behind her.

“Y/N-” One of the girls at the back starts.

“Shut up.”

She does.

You open the door and jump out of it. Kristy watches you as she bites down her tongue to fight back tears.

By the door of the house, Wheezie waits patiently for the glass door to open. Before it does, a figure steps into the porch and smiles down at the youngest Cameron sibling. Kristy cannot see who it is due to the light hitting the glass.

You close the car door once your bag is over your shoulder, but Kristy doesn’t drive away. She watches as the door opens, and Wheezie sprints inside after saying a few words to her brother. Rafe’s eyes go over to you, making Kristy able to see your forced smile even from where she sits in her car. His frown doesn’t take long to appear.

“This isn't ov-” One of the girls starts.

“Just shut up,” Kristy spits the words to her, making her do so.

You lay your hand on Rafe’s side as you walk through the door, and he looks down at you as you speak. The look on his face changes, and then Kristy watches him lay his hand on your shoulder.

As Rafe closes the door and looks up to find the car still in park, Kristy notices you leaning closer to him for comfort. She watches for a second longer before turning on her car and driving away.

God, I love to write drama.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 25 - Alohomora

@wolfstarmicrofic March 25, word count 305

Remus had a free lesson between classes. The other Marauders all had divination. He wiggled under his bed and pulled out a small wooden box. He waved his wand over it and muttered. 

“Alohomora.” The box popped open, and he grinned down at the goodies within. 

Chocolate frogs, peppermint imps, fudge flies and a couple of bottles of butterbeer. 

He flicked his wand at the record player, and Changes started playing as the Hunky Dory album began to spin. 

He relaxed back into his bed, opened his book and began reading as he bit the head off a chocolate frog. He was about to pull the cork from a bottle of butterbeer when the dorm room door flung open to reveal Sirius Black standing all dramatic in the doorway. 

Remus hurriedly tried to hide his sweets. 

“Don’t think I can’t see the pile of snacks you’ve got, and you’d better be sharing.” Remus pulled a face but tossed him a bag of fudge flies anyway. 

Sirius spread himself across Remus’s bed and swiped the bottle of butterbeer from Remus’s hands. He took a long swig before handing it back. 

“I thought you had Divination?” Remus asked as he sipped from the bottle. 

“I did,” Sirius said with a grin as he put his arms behind his head, knocking Remus with his elbow. “But I got halfway there and couldn’t be bothered. Besides, I’ll predict something horrible for her next time, and she’ll forgive me.” 

“Teacher’s pet.” Remus teased. 

“Well, I am a dog.” Sirius sat up and launched himself on top of Remus, snuffling at his neck before moving back and kissing his lips. 

“We’ve got about an hour before lunch,” He murmured into Remus’s mouth. Remus smirked as he pulled Sirius in closer.  

The sweets went forgotten as they lost themselves in each other.    

[totallynotsweetheartsbelloved]

Taking what's not yours

Pairing: sanemi, and iguro x reader

Synopsis: after you and your partner break up, you forget some things at their house and they forget things in yours. But you aren't in contact. What do they do with your things?

Sanemi broke up with you, it was a nasty break up. He texted you simply saying "were breaking up, pack your shit and move back into your old house" you couldn't believe him. What did you do? You tried to message him but he wouldn't reply. You were in a rush to pack your things, rushing around the house grabbing anything of yours in sight. You were out of the house by the time sanemi got home. When he got home Sanemi expected you to still be packing but you were gone. Sanemi was shocked he thought you would at least stay and argue with him but you were gone.

Sanemi Lay down in bed thinking if his decision was a smart one, he met a girl in a club who Sanemi deemed prettier than you, so he broke up with you and pursued her. Turns out she wasn't what he thought she was, yes she was pretty but she talked too much and visibly wasn't interested in him. Sanemi turned onto his side facing his bedside table when he noticed the book you always read. It was your favourite, you must have forgotten it. Sanemi picked it up and flicked through the pages, oddly enough the book smelled of your perfume. Sanemi missed it and decided that he was going to text you but you blocked him. He threw his phone muttering curse words under his breath as he walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a drink and walked out onto your balcony where he noticed your lighter sitting at the corner where you always used to sit. Sanemi once again picked it up, he turned it on and off a few times before stuffing it into his pocket.

Iguro and you were a very happy couple, well that was until iguro met mitsuri. You are jealous she was so pretty and had boys falling at her feet, boys like iguro. You tried to brush off their relationship as simply friendly since they were both hashira. But as they hung out more and more you and iguro grew farther apart. You finally snapped when iguro cancelled a trip that you had planned two months ago, simply because kanroji had asked him to hang out and get lunch at a place that he doesn't like but he brushed it off since mitsuri liked it.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? WE'VE BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR TWO MONTHS AND YOUR CANCELLING BECAUSE SOME TRASHY WHORE WANT TO GO GET LUNCH AT A PLACE YOU DONT FUCKING LIKE?"

You didn't mean what you said about kanroji but you were so blinded by rage that you didn't care what you said

"DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK ABOUT HER THAT WAY"

Iguro felt bad for shouting, he didn't mean for it to come off in that way, he knows you take things hard and he felt bad of course for you, but he just couldn't take how you spoke about kanroji, he fell for you first, but fell harder for her.

"you know what obanai?" You said, almost calmly, obanai tilted his head slightly waiting for you to continue your argument. "I'm done with you, and I'm done hearing about kanroji, I know you love her more than me, so I'll do you a favor and just fucking leave!" Obanai was surprised, you? Leave? He didn't think you would do it. But to his surprise, you packed your bags and walked out the door, he didn't try to run after you, he let you go.

A couple weeks later, obanai and mitsuri are now somewhat "dating", and the news spreads round like a wildfire. One night, mitsuri was staying at obanai's place and she noticed a pack of cigarettes sitting on the nightstand opposite Obanai's. "Obi, I didn't know you smoked!" She said, surprised to say the least. Obanai's heart dropped when he saw a box of the cigarettes you used to smoke, the pack was only half filled, you had smoked the rest. "I don't, they belong to an old friend of mine" he said quietly, and mitsuri let out a small "oh.." before handing obanai the pack and laying down to sleep. Once mitsuri was asleep, obanai put on the music you both used to listen to, and smoked one of the cigarettes, remembering the taste of your mouth. He cried, he missed you, you had moved on.

[02chois]

05. POINT OF VIEW

pairing: kang taehyun x reader

word count: 883 + texts

summary: friends— that's all what you guys are, yet why does he brush your hair so fondly? why does he holds your hand as you walk home? And you don't even like each other that much. wait, fuck, maybe you do? does he though? you have to find out someway or another.

content: uses "girl" to address you

note: got a lil angsty here cus yn's longing for tyun :(

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From his point of view you're nothing more than a best friend. He loves you, platonically.

It started all the way back from middle school and you were but a little girl minding her own, quietly fixing your colored pencils in the box where they all belong. Then, all of a sudden, he walked up to you and stood in front of your desk.

He asked if he could borrow your colored pencils and you let him, however, days passed and you haven't gotten your colored pencils back. And days became weeks, months, until finally half a year had passed— Taehyun came up to you by your locker holding a pink box that was surprisingly still intact.

"I might've forgotten to give this back to you," he gave you a small smile, "but I promise they're all in good condition. I took good care of them."

Your lips formed into a pout, closing your locker after use. "I'm surprised you still remembered," you took the box of colored pencils from his hand.

"Eh, it's nothing. But as an apology, I'll buy you lunch? And I promise I only used your colored pencils once. I just forgot about it." He reassured you. And just like that you believed his words.

"Free food, how could I say no to that?"

Those colored pencils became the reason you bonded, the bridge to your ongoing friendship, and possibly will continue until later in your lives. But how come you've been so unsatisfied? You watched him get into several relationships, and as he dated you started to doubt yourself. Are you not enough for him? Why does he not see you the way he sees those girls? What's wrong with you? How can you change the way he sees you?

It's stupid. You're stupid. He changed your point of view and all of sudden your name becomes beautiful when spoken by him. And as you think of the possibilities of alternate realities, you cannot help but wonder, if maybe, just maybe, in a different universe, he would finally choose you. He makes you think of such things. But you couldn't help yourself. How can you not fall in love with him? He's everything you want.

Thud.

The excruciating sound of books falling from a desk snapped you out of your reverie.

And as if the universe was playing with you, he was right there in front of you. Every time you see him, you can't help but smile, and this time is no exception.

"You alright? I was looking everywhere for you and the library was my last resort." Taehyun kneeled down and picked up the books that fell from your table, then he carefully placed them back where they wouldn't get knocked down.

"Yeah, I was just thinking… and I'm a little sleepy."

He frowned, taking a glance at his watch. "The library closes in ten minutes. It's almost nine in the evening. How long have you been studying?"

Damn. Has it been that long? Time felt like it wasn't moving when you were reading and rewriting notes, but then again your mind wandered and eventually you fell asleep. You lift your head to look at him, confusion written across your face.

"I'm not sure. I didn't really look at the time, and got too busy with reading." You stood and gathered your things, placing them back all inside your bag.

Taehyun watched you, the shuffling of your clothes and paper filled the area. And he was right, the library was already empty. The librarian was the only person left aside from you and it looks like she was only waiting for you to leave before closing.

Taehyun took your bag from you and slung it over his shoulder, and before you could complain he shook his head. "You look awfully tired. This is the least I could do for you, so don't complain." He smiled.

These little things he does for you is one of the many things why you like him. Although, some people will tell you that it's the bare minimum. And honestly? You don't really care what they say because it's from him— Kang Taehyun. You wouldn't get affected if he were just some other dude trying to hit on you.

And watching him drive you home at this hour only made it difficult for you to control your feelings. He looked so… boyfriend— for the lack of a better term.

And as the car came to a stop by the red light, the dim glow of the street lamp delicately framed his face— you couldn't help but stare. His fair skin was visible only slightly from the opened collar of his buttoned shirt, his cardigan was uneven though you find it cute. Delicate strands of silver toppled over his forehead, his dark brows knitted together in deep concentration.

And it got you thinking, but you wouldn't risk it. You're not going to ruin the friendship you have for the past few years because of your silly little feelings for him, you'd rather have him stay with you like this than watch him distance himself away from you.

From your point of view he's everything you want. You love him so, so much. Your little crush on him from middle school wasn't just puppy love.

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[pisspope]

Take One, Leave One

zeke yaeger x reader

content: fluff, language ?? mentions of erotica

this is 100% selfship coded but its been in my head for months so im letting the bitch out

Well. Someone left erotica in your little free library. Again.

It’s been an ongoing battle for a couple of weeks now. You return home from your evening shift to find a slew of new paperbacks in the box. Some of it is to be expected, forgotten tomes of short stories and unremarkable children’s chapter books, but hidden among them are… others. “A Saucy Dame’s Shifter Mate,” for one, “The Demon and His Temptress”, for another. Which are fine enough donations for a regular library, but the one you put together in front of your house is obviously for kids. It’s covered in little rainbows and flowers and colorful spirals, and a good 90% of the books are for ages 6 and under. Whoever is doing this is either willfully ignorant or thinks they’re being funny. Your bet is on the latter.

You take the offending books out of the cutesy box and take them inside, setting them in the foyer with the others that have started to pile up. You’re planning on taking them all in to the library at once during a donation day, probably make some excuse about them being from an estate sale and that you didn’t want them to go to waste. You do work at the library after all, so the idea that you would want to save some works from a landfill isn’t too farfetched. And sure, maybe you should just tell the truth, that someone is donating filth to your little library, but the biddies at work are judgemental, so you’d rather just do it all at once and not have the embarassment build up over time.

What you’d really like to do, of course, is catch the culprit. You know whoever it is has to be doing it while you’re at work, sometime in between lunch and the late afternoon walk home, but that’s about it. Plenty of people stop by each day to peruse the collection, adult and child alike, so asking the neighbors who they saw won’t be much help, either. There’s only one option.

You’ll have to catch them in the act.

Your moment arrives not 2 weeks later. You’d been given an earlier shift than usual, opening instead of closing, and were trudging home for lunch when you spotted him. A man, average height, glasses, beard, button-up and slacks; some normal looking, white-collar joe. Probably worked at one of the cubical hells in the industrial part of town, pushing pencils and cracking his aching back until he could roll his ergonomic chair into the grave with him. He stopped in front of your little library, and, having not yet noticed you, took some books out of his laptop bag and slid them in. They weren’t picture books, either. Holy shit.

“You!” you yelled, jogging towards the man and your own house. “You are the culprit!”

The man looked up, bemused, glasses glinting in the sun. He sneered down at you as you reached him, waiting for what you had to say next.

You pointed at him accusingly, but he just smirked and put his hands up, mock innocent.

“I can’t believe I caught you.” you huffed, panting a little. Librarian life had you up and moving, but you wouldn’t call it an active position. “You’re the one that’s been leaving nasty shit in my little library!”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Like hell you do!” you snapped, sliding past him to pull one of the new additions out. Sure enough, a sultry cover of a buxom lass and her chiseled beau, complete with some poorly photoshopped motorcycle and rolling hills in the background. You held it up to him.

“This wasn’t here this morning. In fact, it wasn’t here 30 seconds ago.”

The man chuckled and folded his arms over his chest.

“How do you know that? You weren’t here all day.”

You shake your head, annoyed. It was obvious he was playing some kind of game here, and you wanted no part in it.

“Because I saw you put it in there!”

The man took the book from your hands gingerly, suprisingly soft fingertips brushing against yours. You gasped despite yourself, though if he noticed he ignored it.

“’Riding With the Boys: A Biker Girl’s Story’,” he reads, looking the book over like it’s the first time he’s seen it. He tosses it between his hands, flips through the pages, then hands it back to you with a sigh.

“It’s derivative, honestly. The lead heroine falls in love with the jacked leader of the gang even though their finance guy is a better fit for her. All about looks… no thought to her characterization and what would make her happy in the long run. Drivel.”

You snort out a little laugh, feeling your guard drop a tad. It brings you no joy, but there’s something charismatic about him.

“Whatever. You were expecting something more from gas station smut?”

He shrugs, pulls yet another out of his bag. “And THIS one,” he hands the novella to you, one with a shirtless man front and center, leather pants and a microphone in hand. “’Seducing the Singer: Night of the Sirens’? Don’t get me started.”

You tilt your head to the side, inquistive. “That bad?”

His eyes widen behind his circular frames. “Oh, atrocious. The male lead doesn’t even look like a rock star. He’s all goofy looking with glasses and Hawaiian shirts and bullshit. I guess the characters at least felt like they liked each other. In so many of these they’re just fucking because it’s what the narrative requires. It makes me ill.”

You can’t help but raise your eyebrows at his tirade. “So why read these if they’re all so awful?”

Shit, wait. you think. Why are you being pulled into this? Who cares why he’s reading them? Just tell him to stop leaving them here!

“Because the ladies around town can’t get enough of them,” he responds, eyes glinting mischievously. “I’m something of a businessman around here, so I want to keep a finger on what potential customers are interested in. And what they’re interested in,” he taps the book in your hands, “is erotic literature.”

“Bullshit. Who told you that?”

“Uh, I inferred it?” he laughs, but in a way that’s almost defensive, like you’ve insulted him by asking.

“Whenever I come back here a few days later, they’re already gone.”

“Oh,” you say, and you end up covering your mouth to stifle giggles at his expense. You look up at him through creased eyes nearly shut from containing your own laughter, then begin walking up the steps to your front door.

“Hey!” he calls, following after you with a couple wide strides.

“What’s so funny? And where are you going?”

You unlock your front door wordlessly, stepping into your foyer and gesturing at the not-so-modest stack of books by the staircase. You can’t help but snicker.

“They’re gone because I take them out before any kids can grab them. I’ve been waiting for a library donation day. Figured it’d be better to just give them away all at once.”

The man’s mouth opens and closes like a goldfish as he peers into your entrance room at the messy stacks. He looks to you, then the stacks, then back to you. His voice comes out as a squeak.

“You mean they’re not popular?”

Now it’s your turn to shrug and act blasé. Oh how the tables have turned.

“I don’t see them get checked out much at the actual library. The Amish romances do better. Older readers really only like the softcore, from my understanding.”

The man turns and walks away, sitting himself down on the steps to your door with a huff. When you follow behind him, he looks up at you with puppy dog eyes. Where the fuck did he pull those from?

“I’ve been setting up book clubs and wine pairings based off of these fuckers being popular. And you’re telling me you just… had them in your house? Right by the front door?”

You nod, breaking eye contact with him. You felt a twinge of guilt, though you had no reason to. It was his fault for leaving the damn things in your little library in the first place! Still, there was something about him. Something about those sad eyes and soft hands.

“I work at the library,” you sit down on the steps next to him, inner voice screaming to stop talking and let him suffer the consequences of his actions.

“You could come down and I could show you what’s popular right now. What the ladies about town are actually reading. If you wanted.”

“I’d like that.”

The man wraps his hands around his knees and pouts, actually fucking pouts, then nods.

You both sit there in silence for a minute, watching starlings hop across your little lawn and bees hover around morning glories, summer sun beating down on your skin. Part of you thinks you should probably shoo him away now, call this issue resolved, but you hesitate. Why is a mystery to you.

“My name’s Zeke, by the way.”

You whip your head around, pulled from your thoughts. “Sorry, what?”

He looks to the side and meets your gaze again. His eyes are like a cloudy morning in early spring.

“My name. It’s Zeke.”

You give him your name in return as he stands back up, readjusting his bag over his shoulder. The sun hits his hair just right, and it has the audacity to shine like spun gold. Something flutters in the pit of your stomach that you fight to ignore. When Zeke looks at you again, the fight becomes a boss battle.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then. At the library.”

He walks off without another word. You don’t even have work tomorrow.

Sighing, you step back into your foyer and lock the door behind you. The erotica greets you in a haphazard pile.

This was going to be a long summer.

[urfavoritedcwhore]

the Russian boy//part one

a fanfic about the goldfinch

summary: a new girl named lucy gardener has just moved to las vegas, nevada. she meets two boys her first day and takes an interest on the black-haired Russian boy named boris.

this is a series i’m going to be working on, and yes, there will eventually be some juicy smut.

warnings: swearing, marijuana usage, and some brief mention of alcohol usage.

not proof read!!

part one: the first day

"FUCK" , i yell when i awake to see my alarm clock isn't plugged in. i must have forgotten to plug it in last night when i was setting up my room. im gonna be late for my first day of school. great. i rush to the millions of moving boxes in my room trying to remember which ones have my clothes in them, finally i mange to find a box with a folded up Tshirt and decide to wear that and the leggings i slept in. i throw on the Tshirt and run into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. "first day of my new school and im going to show up a total mess. amazing.", i think to myself while i spit out the tooth paste in my mouth and see the knots all over my head. i grab my brush and hurry back into my room to put my shoes on and get my book bag together. "MOM!!", i yell while brushing my hair and putting my folders in my bag. no response. great she's probably passed out downstairs drunk, or hasn't come home from last night yet. i don't blame her though, if i had found out my husband was cheating on me and lost all my money in the divorce i would be drinking away my feelings too. i just hate that it caused us to move here. the fucking middle of nowhere in las Vegas. why couldn't we have moved to someplace cool like New York? or just someplace where the sun isn't beating down on me like it wants to fry me and eat me for lunch. whatever, no point in being mad right now, i need to grab my keys and get to school. i go downstairs to see my mom passed out on the couch with a bottle of tito's and lifetime blaring on the tv. no time to worry about that now. i find my keys laying on the kitchen counter and rush out the door. i hop in my truck (well, my mom and me's truck) and head on my way to school. joining a new school three months into the school year as a junior, who knows nobody in this awful town shouldn't be hard, right? i look up on google maps where it is and learn it's only 20 minutes away from my house, not too far of a drive. gosh, its already 11:30am, i'm so fucked. i pull into the school parking lot and quickly run into the double doors at the front of the building. i spot the front office on my right and make my way in there, the small lady behind the desk looks up from her computer at me. "name?", she says like she's dealt with more late passes then she wanted to this morning. "Lucy Gardener, I'm a new student here and-", she cuts me off, "yes, miss gardener, you're a junior correct? here's your schedule and here's your late pass.". she pulls out a small green peice of paper from here desk drawer and writes, my name, the date, the time, and her signature on it before handing it to me. awesome, i'm gonna have to show up in the middle of class and stop the lesson to give this to my teacher. she reaches into the printer and gives me a list with my name on the top and a bunch of classes with times next to them. "right now you should be in....3rd period, english.", the lady said pausing to squint at her computer, "room 224. down the main hall and to your left.". "thanks.", i say stuffing my schedule in my bag and walking out of the office. i follow her directions and head down the main hall and to the left, until i see room 224. fuck, ok ok, just go in there, give the slip to your teacher, and pray he doesn't make me introduce myself to the class. i open the class door and immediately all heads turn to me. i can feel my cheeks burning red as i walk to the man in his mid 40s standing in front of the whiteboard. "sorry." i say handing him the slip and turning away to find a seat towards the back of the class room, just as i thought you may get away with say nothing else, he calls you back up front. "Lucy? you're our new student right? come up here and tell us a little about yourself please.", he says with a huge smile on his face. you've gotta be fucking kidding. i turn back to him and walk back up front. "hi i'm lucy, um i just moved here from New Orleans.", i hear slight laughter coming from two boys in the back of the classroom.

"can i go sit now?", i say turning towards the teacher. "well it's great to have you here lucy, i look forward to getting to know you, i think there may be a seat next to theo. theo, raise your hand so lucy knows where to go.". i see a tall boy with shaggy blonde hair raise his hand and realize it was one of the boys who were giggling. i walk towards the desk that the teacher was referring to, and see that it’s actually right in between the two boys that were giggling. how wonderful, this should be soooo fun. i sit down and immediately hear the blonde boy with glasses on my right giggling. damn, do i really look that bad today. the one with black hair is just staring so intensely at me, i feel his eyes burning holes in my head. i guess i came just at the right time though, cause about two minutes after i sit down i hear the bell ring. "anddd that's lunch.", i hear the teacher say as i stand up and grab my bag. i let out a sigh of relief, at least i can just go sit in the bathroom and look at my phone for the lunch period. i'm walking to the door when someone behind me calls out, "lucy!". i turn around to see the blonde boy with his mouth slightly open and the boy with black hair standing behind him smirking. "i-it's lucy right?" he says stuttering over his words. "yea. you're theo, right?", i say hoping that i heard the teacher correctly and didn't just call him the wrong name. "ding ding ding! and this," he pulls the boy with black hair in front of him like he's showing me a puppy or something, "is boris. he, well we, were wondering if maybe you wanted to hang with us during lunch? you know, since you're new.", theo says in a almost shy manner. do i want to have lunch with them? is it a trick? weren't they literally just laughing at me? if they didn't look so raggedy i would've guessed that they were two popular boys messing with me. the dark haired one, sorry, "boris", speaks up. "we have weed." , he said in a whispering tone.

i'm not sure because his voice was so low, but i think he may be Australian? that doesn't matter, they had weed, i need something to calm my first day anxieties. "i'm down, should've led with the weed." i say looking at both of them as theo looked at boris with a smile. boris walked in front of me, "follow me.". boris and theo led me out the school doors, into the parking lot, and to a beat down 1985 volvo. this looks sketchy i'm not gonna lie. the car is rusted, missing a headlight, and theo has to crawl through the driver side door to get to the passenger seat. let's just hope and pray they don't kill me and dump my body in the nevada desert somewhere. boris opens the back seat door for me and i crawl in, as soon as i'm in the car i know they're not lying about the weed. the smell is so strong that i imagine they smoke in this car everyday and don't know what air freshener is. boris gets in the drivers seat, shuts the door, and immediately opens the glove box. "shit bor, did you not roll another one this morning? it's gonna take me at least 20 minutes to get this shit done.", theo said holding a small baggie of weed, and a pack of joint papers. these kids don't even know how to roll a joint. i snicker, "let me see it.", i say holding out my hand. theo and boris looked at eachother suspiciously. "oh come on, let me see it i can get her done in 5-10 minutes tops.", i start making a "gimme" motion with my hand. theo hands the bag and papers over to me. it doesn't even take me ten minutes and im done. "here", i say, passing the joint to boris. they inspect it carefully until boris looks back at me and smiles, "nice job new girl.". i do a small bow, "thank you thank you very much, now light that shit.", i say looking at the lighter in theo's hand. theo hands the lighter over to boris, who starts to touch the flame to the tip of the joint and takes a long hit. he lets the smoke out, coughing as he does so. boris takes another hit then looks at me. he gives the joint to me with a grin, "new girl gets next hit, eh?", he says glancing over to theo. "that's fine with me man.", says theo, who's too focused on trying to get the radio to work.

boris hands the joint over to me. please please please don't let me get too high and embarrass myself God. i mean look, im an avid smoker, but after taking a break from weed for like 6 days because of all the moving shit i had to do, i’m definitely gonna get really fried. i take a long drag of the joint and hold the smoke it for about 7 seconds before exhaling with a sigh. "fuck that's nice.", i say passing the joint to theo and leaning back into the seat. "so new girl, where do you live?", boris says with a thick accent. "i don't really know the name of the street, i just got here last night. it's like desert something.", i say trying to remember what the street is called . boris raises his eyebrows as he grabs the joint theo's passing to him, "desert end drive?", he says before taking a long hit of the joint. "yea actually, that's where i am.". the two boys exchange looks. "no way, that's where we live." , says theo almost giddy with excitement. ok this is good. at least i have two people that smoke in my neighborhood. "do you live more towards the front of the neighborhood or the back?", theo says. boris passes me the joint and i take two quicks hits while they stare at me with anticipation. "way in the back, it takes like 3 minutes of me driving just to get out of the neighborhood.", i say shifting my eyes between the two of them. theo looks at boris as i hand him the joint. "i bet you're right by bor then.", he says smiling a child like smile. "oh shit that's nice.", i say trying to not look excited. i mean boris is cute. i don't really know him at all. and that accent, maybe it's just the weed talking, but that accent is so fucking sexy. "what's your accent?", i blurt out, not so shy anymore from the high i'm feeling. boris smirks at me, "i mean i've lived in a lot of places so i have little accent from everywhere, but the one you probably hear the most, is russian or ukraine maybe?", he says, "my english isn't perfect, potter says i miss words sometimes, but i do pretty well, eh?", he says taking the joint from theo. i let out a laugh, "dude you're so right, he does kinda look like harry potter!", which makes both me and boris burst out into laughter.

"hardy har har, soooo funny.", says theo trying his best to hold back a smile. we sit, passing around the joint and just talking and getting to know each other for about the next 15 minutes until all that's left of it is the filter. "i don't wanna go back in.", i say as the laughter dies down in the car from a stupid thing theo said. "well you're in luck, me and bor usually skip forth period anyways.", theo says turning his head to look at me and smile. "yes! come with new girl, will be fun. i have vodka at house.",  boris says with excited eyes. "your parents won't mind?", i say, "nah, only live with my dad and he'll be gone for next few days.", says boris as he puts the bag of weed and papers back in his glove box. "alright, im down. but fuck, i'm way too stoned to drive right now, i haven't smoked for like a week cause of the move.", i say, remembering just how high i am. "give me your keys, im not too fucked.", says boris holding out his hand, "potter can drive my car, he does all the time.". i look at boris for a second, before pulling out my keys and placing them in his hand. trust me if i thought this boy was too faded to drive, i would not let him in my truck. but since i'm pretty sure he does this everyday multiple times a day i'm fine with it. especially since, i myself drive while im stoned all the time. well when im not in the middle of an involuntary week long T break i mean. boris hops out of the car and opens my door, extending his hand to me, as theo crawls into the drivers seat. i take boris's hand and hop out of the car. i say a quick thank you and let go of his hand before leading him to my truck. when we get to my car he follows me to the passenger side and opens the door for me. "such a gentleman." , i joke as i put a hand on my heart and hop in the car. "always a gentleman for a pretty lady.", he says back shooting me a quick wink then chuckling. ok he could so get it. i mean he called me pretty, he definitely wants it. no lucy...you two are joking around. he's being polite. don't think anything of it. boris walks to the other side of the car door and hops in the drivers seat, putting the keys in ignition. "let's go get wasted new girl.", he says to me with a smile as he puts the car in drive, and pulls out of the school parking lot. i have a feeling this is going to be fun..

part 2 will be out soon. let me know if yall fw this

[fullofgutsndopamine]

City Glows (Silhouette Of A Home)

tw: mention of religion/ religious based guilt, mention of neglect/abuse, mention of injury, poverty, mention of food/ lack of

prequel wcbah verse (not necessary reading, but more here if you're interested-mind the tags)

growing up, savior took many different forms. it shape-shifted into different forms, morphed and formed and wore different skins, showed itself differently.

One was in the form of Wednesdays. days spent in rooms no larger than a closet while a tired looking

woman read passages from the bible: how he saved people, how no sheep were left behind (ignoring the feeling in your gut, the pain that you felt as you thought that he missed one, over counted, never came back). How this was your escape for a few hours from your house, a refuge finding peace.

Another was in the form of the library in town. small, with outside paneling that looked like it could blow away with one bad gust of wind; how the book edges were all yellow with age and worn with time and tiny fingerprints-how you were possible you'd read every book in that tiny room five times over

the other was the old closet in your room. how you could go in there and hide among the clothing, making yourself smaller and smaller until you didn't exist, eyes squeezed shut and hands covering your ears as you wished you were anywhere but here.

Savior took so many different forms that when a true savior came you almost missed it.

This savior took the form of a small kid; a mop of messy brown hair on top of his head, always messy and a million different ways, his clothes always too big, practically falling off his small form, all skin and bones himself-deep bags under his eyes that bordered on black and blues, danced and loomed around his eyes, wrapping itself around his face-

"You made the castle too close to the lake."

Your head whips up. He stands on the seawall, his toes wiggle against the hot concrete and his hands on his hips:

"it's too close," he repeats, "The current is going to take it away."

finally it's too hard to ignore the voice. your hand cups around your face to block the sun from your eyes, the permanent squint you have from the unforgiving summers-

charlie is small for his age. Clothes too big that fall off his tiny frame, make him look sickly, all edges and sharp ends he hasn't grown into yet.

"Wanna come by my house?" he says, his voice is gentle and low, hard to hear over the waves crashing into the sea wall before they retreat back-he's making himself smaller, as if he's afraid to speak, to say the wrong thing. "Our beach is back further-the waves won't hurt you."

He sports a black eye. it's hard to take your eyes off anything else but that, the deep purple that blooms and the sickly green in the middle of it-a bouquet of colors you yourself are familiar with.

Your head cranes into your own house. the lights are off; not because of the sun out high and bright in the sky, even thouah you'd lie to vourself and say that's the reason and not the thicker, yellow envelopes that collect dust and age on the counter, forgotten and moved around with crinkled edges.

No ones home. only came out of his own cottage in search of some human life. in proof that someone was around. that maybe some cared. instead- this isn't rare. it would be strange if someone actually was home-

"have to-" your voice is as low as his, eyes on the ground, "lunch."

it's a lie. lunch is the expired box of cheerios in a cabinet high enough you have to scrape a chair against the floor to climb up. they're old from age, practically crumble and milk is a luxury you can't even think of affording-

"I just ate," charlie lies, "You can have my leftovers." charlie thinks of the cheese in his fridge, wonders if it's expired already. he'd been saving it for the day his Pa finally leaves, when he can have a second away without the stress of him lingering and waiting for charlie to fuck up. charlie had saved up change for awhile; stuck in couch cushions and found in parking lots as he explored then barefoot and mosquito bitten-got his small container, held onto it like a lifeline.

"c'mon," he says again, offers his hand: "you can work on the castle and i'll make the leftovers. i won't bother you."

he can see you weighing options, trying to find more excuses. instead, your dads voice in your head. his breath is hot, his lips pressed against your ear: "we can't trust those folks," he slurs, "they don't want us. they hate us-"

"My names Charlie," he says again, his hand is offered to you and you both ignore the various markings and scratches on it.

"Charlie."

his name rolls of your tongue like it's something you've always known, it's like he threw you a lifeline. don't have to weigh it around, toss it around in your mouth. comes out immediately, like you've always known it.

"that's right," he smiles, "that means we're friends now. Let me make you lunch."

"I'm not a sympathy case," you finally huff, "I can make my own lunch-"

"My Pa said it's a sin to waste food," he lies easily,

"i'm not wasting these leftovers. It's you or the ducks."

charlie thinks of the food thrown against the wall, how it slid down so comically slow, deep reds and maybe purple if he squinted, looked hard enough-how it was the only art to rest on his walls, how his own finger painted masterpieces laid in the bottom of half filled garbage bags, never good enough.

finally, your hand collides into his with a loud clap, and he keeps a straight face even though his hand vibrates and aches from it.

"Fine," you say, "But only because bread makes ducks sick. I read that at the library."

"Local neighbor and hero to the ducks," he teases as he gently pulls you through the bushes that separate your houses, "I'm sure they're thrilled. What do you feed them instead?"

You open your mouth to info dump on him. no one's ever home. talking is even a luxury and to be able to talk to someone who entertains your ideas instead of calling you dumb or being met with a fist is something you never even let be a possibility. The words come up short in your mouth when you get to his sea wall- C. is written in what is now dried cement, tiny handprints and a heart under them-a few feet behind it is a small bank, clean sand with a bundle of sticks and a cracked bucket.

"here."

he releases your hand and you realize how much you suddenly hate the feeling of not having his hand in yours.

"You can play with my stuff while i cook for a second. i'll be right back, i won't bother you."

and you're about to insist he isn't bothering you, could never, but he pushes the cracked bucket towards you and disappears through a half broken sliding screen door.

even from outside you can hear cabinets open and close, creaking from age-a lot being done for just leftover, you think, as you try to add onto the small village he made-

"here."

he appears a second later, ducked shoulders as he sets it on the half broken table.

you stand and wipe the sand from your knees, hoping what you added was okay but before you can ask he sets it on the table, face red.

"It's not much," he tries, "but just-"

a single piece of bread carefully cut and folded into twin pieces-a luxury of a single slice of cheese between the two, a golden brown with the crusts carefully cut off and set next to them. the smallest handful of pretzels next to them-know without saying anything how carefully rationed they are-

"you can sit next to me," charlie pulls a seat out, shrugs, "if you want, of course."

carefully, you sit in the chair and try to ignore how he sits on the edge of his own with a wince, how he cranes his neck the entire time as if he's looking over his own property the whole time to make sure you're safe-

"This is a lot," you say carefully, "for leftovers." pink dances up his face and he scratches at his scalp, obviously caught in a lie.

"Not much but it's-"

you pick up the half of the grilled cheese and holding up to him, his own hand frozen an uncertain in the air.

"that's yours-" he tries to insist before you roll your eyes, cut hm off, "i'm not eating if you don't."

he hesitates but when you don't give in he sighs, accept it carefully: "thank you."

you two chew in silence for a second before he looks at the small village you made with his, how the new addition looks suspiciously familiar to his own small cottage and the one that looks like yours-

"i like the houses." he says carefully, "they're nice."

Flies buzz at his head and he waves a hand lazily in the air around them:

"not as good as yours," you finally say, "Thanks for letting me add them. I can destroy them before I leave-"

"you can stay, if you want." he shrugs, trying to make it into nothing, "im not doing anything. you're safe here i can go in the yard-"

"only if you stay with me."

he licks his lips, "yeah," shakes his head again, "sure okay. I'll stay with you."

this time, you hold out your own hand and it tangles into yours as he lefts you pull him to the seawall again.

[ezekielbhandarivalleros]

A Birthday to Remember

Paring: Gaius Augustine, Ade Augsttine (BB MC) and Jake Tweneboah (OH MC)

Summary: Ade spends her birthday with her favourite people - birthday Gift for @aesthetic-aag

Taglist - @aesthetic-aag @princess-geek @secretaryunpaid

Ade's birthday was approaching, and this year, she wanted it to be special. She had spent the last few weeks planning every detail, from the venue to the guest list. Her boyfriend, Gaius, and her best friend, Jake, were both excited to celebrate with her.

As the day drew nearer, Ade couldn't contain her excitement. She had always loved birthdays, not just for the gifts and attention, but for the opportunity to gather her loved ones and create lasting memories.

On the morning of her birthday, Ade woke up to a room filled with balloons and streamers, courtesy of Gaius. He had snuck out early to decorate while she was still asleep. Ade's heart swelled with love as she took in the sight, feeling grateful to have such a thoughtful partner.

Gaius had also prepared breakfast in bed for Ade, complete with her favorite pancakes and freshly squeezed orange juice. They spent the morning lounging in bed, savoring each other's company and sharing stories from their past birthdays.

Later that afternoon, Ade and Gaius met up with Jake at their favorite café for lunch. Jake had brought a homemade birthday cake, decorated with Ade's favorite flowers. They laughed and reminisced about old times, enjoying each other's company over delicious food and drinks.

Ade was still disappointed that Kamilah and Adrian couldn't be with her on her special day. She know that their work was really important to them. They had not forgotten that it was her special day as they had sent birthday texts earlier that day.

After lunch, Ade suggested they take a stroll through the nearby park. It was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for a leisurely walk. They wandered along the winding paths, chatting and admiring the scenery.

As they reached a secluded spot by the lake, Gaius pulled Ade aside and handed her a small gift-wrapped box. Inside was a delicate necklace with a pendant shaped like a heart. Ade's eyes filled with tears as she hugged Gaius tightly, overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness.

Jake, ever the jokester, pretended to be offended by the display of affection. "Hey, what about me?" he teased, holding out a gift bag of his own. Ade eagerly opened it to find a collection of her favorite books, each one carefully chosen by Jake.

"You know me so well," Ade said, giving Jake a grateful hug. "Thank you for always being there for me."

The rest of the afternoon was spent lounging by the lake, soaking up the sun and enjoying each other's company. As the day turned into evening, they made their way to a fancy restaurant for dinner.

The restaurant was adorned with twinkling lights and candles, creating a romantic ambiance. Ade felt like she was in a fairy tale as they were seated at a private table overlooking the city skyline.

Over a delicious meal, they toasted to Ade's birthday and the beautiful friendship they shared. Ade couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for the two most important people in her life.

After dinner, they headed back to Ade and Gaius's apartment for dessert. Gaius had prepared Ade's favorite chocolate cake, and Jake had brought along a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

They sat around the table, laughing and sharing stories late into the night. Ade felt surrounded by love and happiness, grateful for the wonderful people in her life who had made her birthday so special.

As the clock struck midnight, Ade made a wish and blew out the candles on her cake. She wished for many more years of love, laughter, and friendship with Gaius and Jake by her side.

As they hugged each other tightly, Ade couldn't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world. This birthday would be one she would never forget, thanks to the love and kindness of her boyfriend and best friend

[leafquillwriting]

Writing Sample #7 - Jeong

A blank slate, the flipping open of a novel's freshly printed pages, the simple, humble beginnings of a new era. Calloused hands swept cautiously through several waves of naturally curled locks, followed by a short exhale. The man studied his features in the mirror, anxious hand tapping on the leather casing of the vehicle's wheel. Not a hair out of place, suit fitted to the nines… Then he froze suddenly, realizing he had forgotten an item in his early haste. Jeong could picture his bento box delicately arranged with several freshly prepped ingredients for his lunch. Perhaps it was an omen on his first official day of new work, the world's signal that this project was doomed before it had even begun. In his astute confidence, the man only appeared to be unnerved for the sake of his appetite. Jeong was a well-practiced graphic artist, recognized as an individual with great skill and an even better work ethic. At least, that was the stellar reviews several of his employers seemed to rate him. Their only complaints with Jeong stemmed from the same vein—his inability to socialize or have a relationship with anyone. It wasn't as though the man despised people; he couldn't often care to acknowledge them. Jeong became focused on becoming exceptional, honing his craft while trying to stabilize his life to live comfortably.

Exiting his car, the young adult walked to the fantastically structured art studio. As he walked casually, memories glinted in his eyes, slowly taking in the astounding architecture of the building. Unlike his previous jobs, something about this office was quite welcoming to Jeong; he wasn't sure if the gorgeous windows that spanned walls in some of the private offices or different details that encapsulated beauty. Entering the office, the dark-haired man said his few gentle good mornings as he paced deeper inside. There was light morning chatter as he passed several rooms, paper already littering the floor— likely from the previous night. Another department handling a separate project was drawing near the deadline for a significantly famous comic book line. It was a time of the year when dark circles and soft snores became normality for specific areas of the office. Jeong paused as he grew closer to the room for the new graphic novel, noticing several people crowding the door that seemed to be closed. He took in the surrounding faces, acknowledging those he had worked with previously. It was only then Jeong noticed a slip of auburn hair, caught off guard by the intensity of the color. He didn't recognize the woman as she faced the opposite direction; however, she still caught his attention for longer than most people could admit. It was long enough wonder that it caused the tanned male's brow to crease in questioning his waver.

Only then did the door to the room open, a strict manager's face appearing in view as she spoke. "Good morning, everyone. Please find your appropriately assigned desk; in five minutes, we will begin." She exited the room, allowing everyone waiting to filter inside. Jeong stayed till most people had emptied the hallway, searching the leftover desk till he saw the one with his name scripted across the paper attached beside his desk. Taking a seat, he began unpacking his belongings— placing them all in perfect order, arranged in the particular way he preferred. He finished unloading his messenger bag, raising his dark eyes to see the same vibrant red from earlier in the hallway. He still couldn't see her facial features as she faced the employee neighboring her desk. Jeong felt uneasy in his interest, drawn towards this woman despite not fully seeing her or hearing her utter a word. It was a confusion he wasn't familiar with, nor did he want to distract himself from committing to his work. His brain lulled on the previous thought, a questioning he wasn't fond of formulating. Was a distraction more than welcome?

[suncakie]

[Haikyuu boys with the "get everything and go" trend] ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

w/ Atsumu, Oikawa, Suna

Warnings. Timeskip Spoilers for Atsumu, Characters are Oc ig?, Cussing, Mentions of Ataxophobia

Notes. I rlly had so much fun writing this! Though I hope they are still in character:( I also realized Midway through Proofreading Suna would most likely prank his s/o rather than his s/o pranking him but I'm too lazy to rewrite the whole thing, Anyway! I hope ya'll like it<3

—Miya Atsumu

Practice ended early today bc the gym was scheduled to be renovated mid-way through practice.

Atsumu texted you that he will be having lunch at home (you forgot to give him his bento for some reason) so that you could make lunch for two, you already knowing the gym's renovation beforehand already had lunch set on the table.

While waiting, you decided to scroll thru TikTok, finding a particular video about a girl randomly screaming to her boyfriend to get their things and go while her boyfriend grabbed a stuffed plushie that the girl owned and a broom, claiming that they need to clean no matter where they go.

You finding the pleasure of annoying Atsumu to the brim, decided to do this prank to him too.

Placing the camera where you can see the living room, kitchen, and front door, you hid it behind some fake plants on the shelf as you waited for the sound of keys jiggling.

Atsumu was excited to come home, he is always busy at volleyball and sometimes gives either Hinata or Bokuto (sometimes Omi) extra tosses and ends up returning home later than usual seeing you sleeping on either your studio or couch waiting for him.

He already knows what to do with you when he gets home, probably watch that series you wanted to watch with him, or cuddle with him for an afternoon nap? Or if you wanna stay at the studio, he could do a Live Q&A with you or playing video games with you.

Fiddling with his keys he gently places the key inside the keyhole so that it would not break again, not until he heard a loud thump from the other side of the door before he busted the door open, the doorknob falling in the process as he saw the shoe rack in the ground, no signs of you anywhere.

"n/n-chan?! Baby?! Where are you?!" Atsumu cupped his hands to make a makeshift microphone while his duffle bag was left on the floor forgotten "Get your things and run! They're coming!" You screamed while running towards the kitchen, an unneat pile of your clothing in your arms.

Atsumu starred at you in confusion, unable to find the reason why you are placing canned goods on the pile of clothing you are holding before you spoke up again "hurry! They're coming!"

"Wait- Who's coming?!" Grabbing the duffle bag from the floor Atsumu messily unzipped the bag while running towards the bedroom, drawers opening and closing as Atsumu ran towards your studio room somehow grunting his way inside while a loud 'itai' and a crash from wood and the wall interrupted your inane conversation of "we have to go!, they're coming!, hurry up!" And "who's coming?!, where are we gonna go?!, Babe listen to me!"

Coming out of the studio in a rush, Atsumu's once styled hair was now sticking to his forehead while a messy unzipped duffle bag was in his left hand, a volleyball in a net dangling on his left wrist, and a book-sized photo album on his right hand, your gaming CPU buckled up on his back like a baby and a marking of a box was in his pocket.

Sprinting his way to you as he easily picked you up and almost left the house looking like he ran across the world until your ungodly laugh made him pause midway, gently placing you down, he looked at you once again confused before muttering a small "what?" With deep breaths assisting it, as he stared at you waiting for you to explain.

"Why- why did you bring my CPU?" You asked as you sat on the ground, wiping your crocodile tears away while starring at the blonde boy. "Because you would kill me if you lost all your files and gaming history" nodding you gestured to the volleyball dangling in his wrist "It's a gift from you, its customized with my name, my jersey numbers, my favorite color pallet, and yours and my signature on it" you hummed before muttering a small "and the photo album?" While Atsumu gently sat your CPU down, understanding that no one is actually coming "because it has our relationship printed on it"

And you suddenly feel guilty about doing this prank, Atsumu may be a flirty and childish man in front of you, but he has a heart that cares for others, which you understood since the two of you met, gently embracing the man in front of you, you muttered out an apology before Atsumu embraced you back as well.

The blonde took note of packing an extra bag with his and your clothes inside just in case any of these happen again, though that can wait for another time since the mess the two of you made was scattered on the ground.

I guess he knows what to do with you today.

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Bonus

After getting the consent of posting the video, the likes, comments, shares, follows, and views from the video and your account flooded overnight, most of the comments saying "THE [USERNAME] and THE MIYA ATSUMU are DATING?!" for clueless fans ig?, and "How strong is Miya-san anyway?" "He can carry that much?!" And lastly "when is the wedding?"

—Oikawa Tooru

The last one being the pinned comment since its from your boyfriend himself, taking his time to watch and read the caption of the video which says "I'm gonna marry this man someday @MSBYsPrettySetter<3"

Today's the weekend, and Oikawa would love to spend time with you, luckily his parents are out of town so the two of you have the house to yourselves.

The two of you planned to watch a movie that is about Aliens taking over the earth while the main character tries to stop that from happening.

Oikawa went to the restroom before the two of you started, while waiting you were chatting with a friend until she introduced this TikTok trend to you into which she begged you to do the trend with Oikawa.

You agreed.

Placing the Phone in the corner of the room, you waited for Oikawa to come out of the restroom.

Oikawa hummed his way out of the restroom, hands still wet from washing his hands. His mind suddenly drifted to the food the two of you would binge out for later during the movie, some popcorn could be good? Though he suddenly remembers that he forgot to go grocery shopping the day before, and the day before that, which means they are out of snacks to munch on.

Deciding to go food shopping before watching the movie (since his parents would scold him if they find out that he forgot to go grocery shopping) Oikawa checked his sweatpants pocket for any sign for his wallet to only be met with a crumpled list of the things his parents told him to buy before he left.

Grumbling at the sight, the boy was about to inform you about your unexpected grocery date to only see an empty couch, no sign of you anywhere. Assuming that you went to the kitchen to get some snacks, Oikawa called out to you "babe, I forgot to do the grocery, lets buy some snacks before we watch the movie yeah?" But you didn't reply.

Confused, Oikawa called out to you one more time to only have the same result, he was about to call out to you again until the loud clashing of luggage wheels and thumping of your socked feet startled him.

"Tooru! We have to leave!" Was what you screamed as you rushly closed all the blinds, Oikawa absentmindedly starred at you while he mumbled a "why are you closing the blinds?" In a childlike voice. He doesn't know what had happened here when he was at the bathroom but whatever it is, he is sure that he has to panic as well.

"Wtf babe! Hurry the fvck up!" And to that he started running to his room while probably accidentally breaking his room door down judging by how loud it fell and grabbing what he thinks was necessary while shouting a "why do we have to leave?!"

You shouting a "because they're coming!" Back was somehow irritating in the setter's mind, cuz like 'who are "they"?, why the fvck do we have to leave?" more importantly "what happened when I was at the restroom??" But by any means, the boy ran down swiftly- if you could ignore the fact that he tripped over the fallen door handle. And rushed to your side to pick you and the luggage bag up.

Your brain short-circuited, unable to process whatever the boy brought with you, you were sent back to earth when Oikawa swiftly dogged the poop of the bird. "Wait! Tooru go back!" Was what you screamed as you attempted to rip his hair out, into which he was forced to put you down- but gently.

"Wah- ow! The heck Y/n?!" The boy pouted while soothing the part you pulled on his fluffy brown locks, not saying your sorry, you stuck your tongue out before gesturing to the items he brought "I know why you brought the stuffed alien since I won you that on a claw machine on our first date but only that and your Seijoh Jersey?"

It's not that you were expecting more, the both of you were not even sharing houses for goodness sake- you just thought that he would also bring out something that is heartwarming other than the stuffed alien-like what that boy brought out for his Ataxo-blah blah phobic girlfriend.

"Well, I also have my wallet with me. Plus! If you get cold I could give you my Jersey?" He thought aloud as he hummed and nodded at the thought and smiled "yeah! I'll give you my Jersey when it's cold!" You guiltily smiled at that as you muttered out a small apology while Oikawa looked at you in confusion.

"It was a Prank, my friend begged me too and I couldn't say no cause I'm also curious about your reaction"

Grinning, Oikawa ruffled your hair and waved you off telling you its fine since the two of you are gonna go out anyways while walking ahead of you, you almost followed behind him until you remembered that your boyfriend forgot to lock and close the door at his house, causing you and him to sprint back, hoping no one got in.

After a long line of confessions that only want to be with him for his looks, Oikawa finally believed he said yes to the one he would love to spend the rest of his life with- even if she loves to do pranks on him.

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Bonus

After getting your boyfriend's consent to upload the video, You still had to edit the video clips since the two of you had taken the prank outside the house and you only had a voice record of what the both of you were saying on your phone, you decided to ask the house the two of you had stopped the prank on for the surveillance clips during that time.

You were happy that the person living in that house was only Yahaba and you were able to get a clear quality footage on the camera, after editing all of that stuff, you posted it with the caption "Grocery date with @HSSweetheartTooru gone wrong, in a good way<3"

As the comment section flooded with "the boy only wanted to go on a grocery date:(" " wtf your relationship is so cute" and "Is your boy/girlfriend single?"

—Suna Rintarou

Both you and Suna are hanging out in your shared apartment- well more or less you were the one hanging out in the apartment since Suna was doing the homework given the day before.

You already finished yours so you just sat by the counter, scrolling through Twitter.

Suna sat on the opposite of you as he struggled with the last equation.

Atsumu suddenly tagged you on a post with a caption saying "try this with your boyfriend, and post it>:)"

Watching the video he tagged you in, you immediately replied to him with a bet while he reluctantly agrees.

Excusing yourself, you placed the phone where you can see the kitchen counter and your shared bedroom.

(bc this room is supposed to be for one person only but it's too pricey for Suna's budget so you decided to live with him to have half of the payment)

Pressing the record button, you waited for the right time to start since your boyfriend is literally asking for your help.

Today's Saturday and practice was canceled so Suna wanted to spend the day with you, but when he woke up the first thing he heard from you was doing this week's homework, him claiming he had already done everything was a useless excuse for not doing it once he saw his school bag emptied and all of the items were on the study desk.

He was actually pleased to see his homework organized for once, not until you literally slapped him with a bunch of mathematics equations when he just stares at his desk while saying that you won't hang out with him until all of his homework was done.

Which lead him to the kitchen counter right now, with you out of his vision, probably sleeping in bed, without him by your side.

He was about to check on you (and probably sleep to avoid his homework) until your voice echoed through the walls of the apartment. "Rin! Hurry! Grab everything!" Was what you screamed dragging an unzipped luggage bag to the kitchen your clothes spilling everywhere.

Gently standing up the boy replied to your screaming "what why?" He seemed calm and composed to whatever you were doing, but in truth, he was panicking on the inside, 'why are you packing? is this one of your pranks? If so why are you dragging your clean clothes everywhere? I thought you hate being messy?'

Deciding on that this isn't a prank since you have Ataxophobia (fear of being messy), Suna left his unfinished homework on the counter and sprinted towards your shared bedroom, a few clicking and shuffling through drawers could be heard in the room until he sprinted out.

You on the other hand bursted out laughing at what the boy brought out, its nothing too crazy, and is probably stupid to laugh about, it's just a marker, masking tape, a clear box with a bunch of flash drives inside it (with a phone and flash drive connector) and an empty case of your rainbow loom container you had years ago.

"What? Come on Y/n let's go!" He confusingly screamed back at you as you laughed at him while folding your clothes on the floor, "Munchkin??" Suna questioned as he sat in front of you aware that it was a prank, a frown reaching his features.

"Rin, tarou, baby, why are you holding that?" You questioned as you gestured your gaze to the clear box he placed in front of him "because it has all the blackmail I collected since middle school and our memories together, I also brought out this" Suna gestured to the empty rainbow loom container "so that we could organize them once we go to whatever you said we are going"

You stopped laughing as you realized what he brought out was for you and your phobia that probably decreased by now, shifting in your seat you apologized for the disturbance while Suna kissed your forehead while murmuring something about "why did you do this prank anyway?"

And of course, you told him about the TikTok trend and the bet you and Atsumu agreed on and Suna understood that you won the bet. Thinking about it right now, Suna's life was much more chaotic when you entered the picture, you and your presence alone could make him feel content on whatever he does even homework.

He could get used to this daily routine of you slapping him with his unfinished homework.

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Bonus

After posting the TikTok with the caption "@BestSetterMiya looks like I won the bet" Comments flooded with things like "grab a boyfriend like him" "Does he have blackmail for the whole country?" And "Your apartment looks cool"

The next day before school started, you met up with Atsumu behind the gym as he slapped your hand with a bunch of yen bills grumbling about how he shouldn't have asked you to do the trend before leaving.

I mean who wants to pay for someone else's rent just because they lost a bet?

[slytherinwh0re]

Sex Pollen

Draco Malfoy x female reader AU

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni), swearing, some fluff

Summary: Where you and Draco encounter sex pollen while working on a herbology assignment

Masterlist

Requested by: @bitchybeatle

A/N: Ask box is open for requests!

You hated herbology. Such a waste of time in your opinion. The only saving grace was that you had it with your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. The relationship was still fairly new, you’d only been dating for a couple weeks and everything was perfect. Well almost perfect, the only issue was that Draco hadn’t fucked you yet. 

Every time you thought it was going to happen he’d just lick his finger clean, smirk, and tell you he’d see you later with a quick kiss. He would make you cum every time, whether it be his fingers or mouth, but you just needed more. The boy was driving you crazy and he knew it. 

“Alright class, you’re to get with a partner and find all the plants from the list I’ve given you, they’re all pretty common so you can find them anywhere, not just the school grounds. I want them turned in by next Monday.” Profesor Sprout said cutting off your thoughts of Draco as the small lady handed everyone the parchment paper full of plant names.

“Draco, we could probably find these this weekend when we visit your parents in the forest behind your house.”

“I was just thinking the same thing love. I’ve seen all of these back there, it shouldn’t be a problem finding them.” Draco was skimming over the list nodding to himself, one of his hands resting on your knee under the table you shared.

You grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, smiling at the boy that you’re completely infatuated with. Draco looked over at you and smiled before planting a quick kiss on your cheek and going back to the list in his hand, trying to remember where he’d seen the plants we needed to find.

***

“Alright mum, (y/n) and I are gonna head out. We have to find some plants for a herbology assignment in the forest, we’ll be back before dinner.” Draco said as you finish up the last of your morning tea.

“Thank you for the tea Mrs. Malfoy, it was very nice catching up with you.” She’s always been very kind to you and your family, even before you started dating her son.

“(Y/n) dear, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Narcissa, Mrs. Malfoy makes me sound old. Now you two be careful, you never know what you’ll find in that forest.” You just blush as Draco assures her that we’ll be okay.

It’s beautiful day outside, the spring air warm on your faces, perfect weather for an afternoon scavenging the forest. Draco knew exactly where to find most of the plants, having spent a lot of his childhood running around these same trails.

***

“Draco I’m starving, maybe we should turn back and we can finish up tomorrow?” We’d been walking for hours, finding almost everything on the list. Your feet hurt and your stomach was grumbling, the book bag you carried on your back feeling much heavier than before.

“We’re almost to where I’m taking you love, just right around this bend.” He grabs your hand, walking a little faster, and then you see it.

In front of you is a small meadow, the grass covered in small yellow flowers and completely surrounded by tress.

“This place is beautiful Draco.”

“I knew you’d like it.” He looks so happy you can’t help but smile. “I brought us some sandwiches and butter beers, thought we could have lunch here.” He pulls a blanket out his bag and sets it down for us to sit on, handing you a sandwich and drink.

“You know what Malfoy, you aren’t too bad.” You joke making him laugh.

“You’re not too bad yourself (y/l/n).” He winks at you.

Once your sandwiches were gone you both laid back staring at the sky in a comfortable silence, his hand holding yours. This being the most at peace you’ve ever felt in your life. You turn your head to look at the handsome blonde, stunned when he’s already looking at you.

“Have I ever told you you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He tells you everyday, and everyday it makes your face burn bright red.

“You may have brought it up once or twice.” You lean in, kissing his soft lips, he puts his hand on your cheek kissing back.

“Draco do you smell that?” You pull away from him, something smelled ridiculously sweet, you couldn’t concentrate on anything else at the moment.

He takes in a big whiff and his eyes widen, “fuck” you barely hear him whisper. You could tell he was also being effected by the weird aroma. Both of you seemingly in a trance. You looked at each other and it was as if you’re the only two people in the world, Draco looking at you as if you were his next meal. The thought making you rub your thighs together.

“(Y/n) it’s sex pollen, it must be coming from the flowers. It makes it to where whoever smells it can’t resist the person they’re with, I’ve never brought anyone here so it’s never effected me.” He looks you up and down, stopping when he see you with your lip in between your teeth. “Bloody hell, you need to leave. I won’t be able to stop if you don’t leave.”

“What if I don’t want you to stop?” You scoot closer and closer to him until you’re only a few inches away from his face. He looks down at your lips and you can see him physically fighting himself to keep his composure.

“It’s just the pollen talking love, I can’t take advantage of you.” Your heart swells in you chest at his words but you can’t help the laugh that escapes your mouth.

“Take advantage of me? Draco I’ve wanted you to fuck me since the first time we made out in that broom closet, we weren’t even dating then. You’ve been driving me crazy for weeks now baby.” Both of you are breathing hard, the effects of the pollen making it harder and harder not to touch each other. You drag your fingers down the front of his shirt, feeling his hard chest over the fabric.

He shut his eyes, the feeling of your hands on him making him shiver “Are you sure?” he asks. So you said the one thing you knew would get you what you wanted.

“If you won’t fuck me I’ll just go find someone that will.”

Draco immediately opens his eyes and pushes you down onto the blanket, pinning both your wrists above your head with one hand, the smirk that was on your face is long gone. He hovers an inch above you before slamming his lips onto yours, slowly making his way down to your neck, sucking on that one spot he knew made you weak.

He pulls away with a smirk, admiring the dark bruise he left. He lets go of your wrist and sits you up so he can slide your tshirt off, not wasting any time to unclasp your bra. You reach for his shirt as well, needing to touch his bare skin. The desire you feel for Draco multiplying by the second.

He hooks his fingers in your leggings and underwear pulling them down your legs and finally taking them off you completely. You lay beneath him completely naked as he lets his eyes roam your body.

“I’m the only person that gets to see you like this, you’re mine (y/n).” He kisses his way down your body, lips closing around your nipple making you moan. You feel his hand running down your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps as you grab onto his shoulders, sliding your own hands down his back, feeling the muscles contract as he moves.

Draco pulls his head away from your breast and sit up so he’s kneeling between your legs, both of you watching as he slides his fingers through your folds, already soaked for him. He slowly draws circles on your clit and then finally dips two long fingers into you, his name tumbling from your mouth over and over again. The effects of the pollen in full swing, both of you so lost in each other you don’t even care you’re in an open meadow.

He speeds up his fingers making sure to curl them so they hit that spot that makes your toes curl, that stupid smirk you love so much on his face as you prop yourself up on your elbows so you can watch everything he’s doing to you.

“Feel good princess? You’re already soaked for me, who made you feel this good?”

“You Draco, only you.” Your legs start to shake, the pleasure almost too overwhelming as he goes back to rubbing your clit.

“That’s right love, only me.” You felt yourself inching closer and closer when he suddenly pulled his finger away.

“What the hell.” You were furious, the ache in between your legs very uncomfortable.

“Patience (y/n), now open up, I want you to taste yourself.” He brought his fingers up to your mouth and you wrapped your lips around them, tasting yourself for the first time, your eyes never leaving his. He pulled his finger out your mouth and stood up, pulling down his pants and boxer. His dick rock solid, dripping with precum, the sight making you rub your legs together.

He kneeled in between your legs, sliding his dick inbetween your folds, coating himself in your juices.

“You ready?” He was lined up at your entrance waiting for you approval.

“Please just fuck me Draco. I need to feel you.” With that he slammed into you. You threw your head back, his hips keeping a steady rythm.

“You sound so fucking sexy begging for my dick, you take me so well my love.” He grabbed your hips, thrusting into you harder. You use your hands to squeeze your tits, playing with your own nipples, the look on his face is priceless. He leans down and captures you lips with his, tongue entering your mouth as you move your hands to his hair, tugging lightly, earning a groan from him.

You used that moment to flip him over so you were on top, his dick feeling even deeper than before with the new angle. He looks stunned but once you start riding him all is forgotten. His hands are everywhere, running up your sides and back until one lands a loud smack right on your ass. The sting making you moan even louder.

“I always knew you’d be into that.” He lands another smack on the opposite cheek, the little smirk never leaving his handsome face. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten and you know you’re close.

“Draco I’m gonna cum.” He reaches up and drags your bottom lip down with his thumb, his finger wrapping themselves around your throat, his rings cold against your skin. You moan his name as he thrusts his hips up, meeting yours halfway. This boy will be the death of you.

“Cum for me love. Let go.” A few more thrusts and you were seeing stars, Draco following right behind. You fell on top of him as you both rode out your highs, his face buried in your neck.

Once you catch your breath you roll off of him, both of you staring at the sky again in a comfortable silence. You turn your head to look at him and he’s already looking at you.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He grabs your hand, playing with your fingers.

“Then why didn’t you? I’ve been waiting.” He kisses your hand, looking at you again.

“I just wanted to make sure it was something you wouldn’t regret, you mean a lot to me love, I was in no rush.”

“I would never regret being with you Draco but it was worth the wait.”

“Good, because now that I know what I’ve been missing out on I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it.”

[t-horn-n]

— pocky

PAIRING: kenma kozume x reader (female) — anime 

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: none 

SUMMARY: it’s strange to find out that two of the quietest people on earth can bring out the loud in each other.

NOTE: I reference the game ��doodle jump” and say that it’s ancient because it came out in 2009, so it’s like 12 years old as of 2021, but haikyuu takes place in 2012 for the most part so it doesn’t totally make sense, but bear with me.  

You found that people exhausted you.  Loud, buoyant people tired you out because they were always talking and always doing something.  They never seemed to be able to settle down with a book or a game.  And, the unfortunate fact was, nearly everyone in Class 3 had that exact, tiring personality.  So, you were one who faded into the background during school hours.  A ghost of your own kind and you were perfectly happy with watching your classmates’ antics without being part of them.  Sure, you had a few friends in other classes, but they were often busy with their obligations during breaks.  So, normally during lunch, you dined with your own thoughts and a good book. 

Today, however, was a break in your usual lunch routine.  With summer break fast approaching, the classroom was always quite stuffy and your classmates always opted to eat outside in the courtyard. But when the largest crowd had filed out the door, you found that you were not alone per usual.  

You didn’t move from your seat at the end of the second-to-last row but you looked curiously at the boy who sat slightly in front of you.  His two-toned hair fell over his eyes and you wondered how he could see.  Kenma Kozume, the one person in your class that didn’t make you want to take a nap once you finished talking with them.  

Kozume was too engrossed in the game he held on his lap, fingers tapping away at his phone, to pay attention to the bento that was open in front of him.  You only knew Kozume from morning roll call and the few times you two got shoved in a group project together.  

Normally, you had the entire classroom all to yourself during lunch breaks and Kozume’s third year friend, Kuroo, would barge in and steal him for the period.  But today, he hadn’t moved from his seat and he didn’t seem particularly hindered by his missing friend.

Just after you arrived at school, you had realised that you had forgotten your lunch on the kitchen counter so instead you took out the box of pocky your friend had given to you at the beginning of the week.  It had been sitting in your bag for four days.  Was that weird?  No, no it’s not.  

You sat with your legs crossed and propped on your desk, slightly struggling to balance your book and pocky.  When you looked over at your lunch companion, his bento was still untouched and you assumed it would remain that way until someone dragged his game away from him.  

You sighed to yourself.  Maybe it was time to make an acquaintance in your class.  Before you could change your mind, you put the bookmark in your book and got out of your chair.  You peered over Kozume’s shoulder.  

“Doodle Jump, seriously?  That game’s ancient you know.”  He jumped slightly, he must not have heard you approach.  His head turned to look at you, causing his avatar to miss the jump and fall to its doom.  “Ah, sorry.” 

“Oh, it’s fine,” he said softly, his hair falling back over his face.  

“Kozume, right?”  You said and covered your mouth with the back of your hand as you munched on a stick of pocky.  

“Uh, yeah.  People call me Kenma.” 

“Ok, Kenma.  Pocky?”  You asked and offered him the box.  

“Sure.  Thanks,” he gently eased a stick from the container.  “And by the way, Doodle Jump is not ancient.” 

“It totally is, it came out in what?  2009?” 

He shrugged.  “Whatever year it came out in, it’s a masterpiece of a game.” 

You were still engaged in your Doodle Jump argument when a tall, beetle-haired third year burst through the doorway.  Or at least, you thought he did.  “Kenma!  Sorry I’m late I got caught u--” but when you looked up no one was there.  

“You heard that right?”  You asked Kenma with raised eyebrows.  

“Yeah.” 

You shrugged and resumed your conversation, swinging a stick of pocky through the air for emphasis.  

In the hallway, Kuroo pulled Yamamoto to the ground with him so they wouldn’t be seen through the window.  “I’ve never seen Kenma so out-going, even with that carrot top from Karasuno,” Kuroo said, wiping a fake tear from his eye.  

“Right?  It kind of freaks me out.  Who’s the girl anyways?” 

“Dunno, but she brings out the best in our dear pudding-head,” he sniffed. 

The next day during lunch Kuroo just purposefully failed to show.  Instead, he spent lunch with the rest of the team, recounting the momentous occasion he had witnessed the day before.  Kenma didn’t mind, however, in fact he barely seemed to notice.  

He happily spent his lunch break with you, yapping away about video games and the most recent movie releases.  And you were pleasantly surprised with the new addition into your day.  This time, you had remembered to bring your own lunch too, but it was forgotten when Kenma offered a pocky stick of your own.  

“You shouldn’t just have pocky for lunch.”

“I shouldn’t, but I am.”

For two weeks straight Kuroo “forgot” about Kenma until eventually, you were just invited to spend the break with the Nekoma volleyball team.  And even though the team had an average energy level of five million, you were content to spend the time making fun of them with Kenma as they horsed around.  

“Kuroo, give it back,” Kenma whined.  Kuroo had stolen Kenma’s bag for no good reason, searching through his stuff while tactfully holding it from Kenma’s reach.  

“Dude, why do you have so much pocky in there.” 

— m. list