#i can't do quick gestures that well anymore so this has been fun practice in a way

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Another meeting doodle. Took about 20 min

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

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;mikasa ackerman x fem!lesbian!reader

;modern au, band au

word count: 2.1k

warnings: swearing, slight angst in the beginning but not really, fluff

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Armin was discharged from the hospital only a day after the accident. The doctor said there was nothing extraordinary to worry about. But of course, even with this information, Eren still made a fuss. That much was clear when he walked through the door with Armin's arm slung over his shoulder.

"I didn't break my leg, Eren. I don't need to use you as a crutch," Armin grumbled as the two walked into the kitchen from the garage. He reached back to shut the door with his free hand.

Eren rolled his eyes. "Well, excuse me for supporting you in these trying times."

"I don't need your support," they scoffed. He unwrapped his arm and made his way across the room.

Eren gave him the finger, rather aggressively. The gesture wasn't reciprocated since the blond already disappeared into the hallway.

Sucking on a freeze pop, you leaned back against the cool countertop. "Welcome home, lovely. Have fun?"

Eren sighed loudly as he walked toward the freezer and got a popsicle for himself. He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the top of the wrapper off into the trash.

He said sarcastically, "Oh, absolutely I did." He paused and shook his head disapprovingly. "He's a lot bitchier when it's us two. How's it been here?"

You shrugged. "So, so. Pretty quiet."

He nodded and pushed up the pineapple-flavored ice. "Thought so. Jean's gone today, obviously. Is Mikasa here?"

You huffed softly at the mention of her. "I haven't seen her since breakfast. She's been upstairs all day."

He frowned. "Oh, I see. Armin told me about the kiss, by the way. At first, I was gonna make fun of you for passing out but now that just seems cruel."

"You think?" You laughed lightly and rested both arms on the counter.

The sound that followed from him was more of an exhale than a laugh. "Listen, Y/n, even if she's avoiding you right now, I know she'll come around. Just wait and see."

"You're right," you mumbled, sticking the freeze pop in your mouth again. Armin basically said the same thing. Eren sent you a quick smile and patted your shoulder before leaving through the hallway.

You swallowed the remaining ice and threw away the wrapper. Noticing the bin was full, you took the trash to the bigger bin outside. Maybe doing some chores would distract you from Mikasa for a while.

Plus, today was the only day that allowed you to do so. Practices for the band's upcoming performance were every day until the date of it. You'd be rehearsing 24/7 since it was scheduled on such short notice.

It was going to be at a middle school some of your friends went to. The DJ they booked before flaked and your manager was kind enough to offer your talents.

Jean was meeting with Hannes and the school administrators to work out some extra kinks before the practices began.

The only day there wasn't a rehearsal was on Eren's birthday. You all decided it'd be best to take the day off to celebrate and set up for the party that would be happening later in the night.

The day passed easily as you got caught up on chores that weren't done over the past few days. The house was messier than you liked it although it hadn't been long at all since the previous clean-through. However, it had been a hectic week.

Speaking of hectic, when Zeke was there, he sure made himself at home. That much was clear when you made it to the living room portion of the basement.

Eren probably couldn't find time to clean up yet. Either that or he was just lazy because at that moment he was more focused on a pinball machine than the state of his living space.

His brother's suitcases were lying open by the couch. To be honest, you didn't love the idea of a criminal's possessions lying around your home. So, you decided that throwing them in a storage closet was the best option. 

When you finished tidying up, you started a game on the pinball machine next to Eren's.

His birthday was in three days. The house looked a lot better than it did when you started, which was perfect for throwing a party. You could only hope it would stay that way.

After a few hours of playing games with him, Jean came down the stairs to let you know he was back from the school. He left when he saw neither of you were interested in what he had to say.

Once it got dark outside, you left Eren to his own devices and went to your own room to chill out some more.

Unfortunately, when you flopped down on your bed, Mikasa started to consume your thoughts again. In an effort to fight them, you turned on a show to distract yourself.

For the slow hours you spent staring at the screen, you couldn't focus, not once. No matter how hard you trained your eyes on the screen, you still thought about her.

Sighing, you got out of bed and walked to your bedroom door. You were careful of the creaking hinges, it was around midnight. Everyone would either be asleep or close to sleeping.

Except for Armin. You had no idea what he did at night but you knew better than to ask. However, he was probably pretty tired from the time spent at the hospital. So, there was a solid chance he actually was asleep.

You crept outside, checking that the front door didn't make too much noise. Your car was parked in the driveway since there was never room in the garage. The gravel underneath your feet made noise as you walked toward it. You pushed yourself onto the hood and leaned back against the windshield.

Drawing in a long breath, you stared up at the sky. You needed to calm down and clear your mind. This would help, as it usually did.

Even if it was a little chilly, it was warm for a night in March, especially this late.

The stress that bubbled inside you simmered down the longer you watched the thin clouds dim the stars.

Any negative thoughts you had about the situation with Mikasa or the previous days seemed to disappear the longer your focus was on the sky.

Gravel crunched and you snapped your gaze toward the noise. Sitting up, you were surprised by what you saw.

Mikasa froze when she realized she'd been caught. She held a white blanket in her arms and still had one foot on the porch steps.

"Hi," she greeted quietly.

"Hey." Your breaths were a tad ragged from the initial scare.

She came closer to the car. "What are you doing out here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing." You took the blanket from her arms and she pushed herself up to sit beside you.

"The door to your room was open when I came downstairs for a drink. I thought you'd be out here."

"Oh." She knew you better than you thought.

She spread the blanket over both of your laps and leaned down on the hood of the car.

She looked at the sky but your eyes were still on her. "Why did you come out here?"

After a moment of silence, her gaze finally shifted to you. "I wanted to apologize. Ignoring you was immature. Plus, I remember how you used to come out here when you were upset. Above all else, I wanted to make sure you were alright." A blush coated her cheeks when she finished talking.

You took note of that and couldn't help but blush yourself. "I'm okay. I understand why you'd ignore me, though. If you didn't want it, that was probably your only option since we have to see each other so much."

Her brows furrowed and she sat up again. "What? Y/n, did you think I didn't want to kiss you?"

You blinked stupidly. "Well, yeah."

She laughed. "You can be so ridiculous sometimes. I've always wanted to kiss you like that. I'm just not great at expressing it."

Even more heat rushed to your face. You gawked at her and she looked down at her feet. Many things were running wild in your head. For some reason, though, there was one thing that was so prominent in your mind once you remembered it.

Out of all the questions you could have asked, this one came out rather bluntly. "What did you mean in your letter? What should I know?"

Her eyes widened, she didn't expect you to ask about that yet, and quite frankly, neither did you. Nonetheless, she answered anyway. "If only you knew. That's what I wrote. That's easy to answer now. If only you knew how long I've loved you."

She turned her face and made direct eye contact with you. She seemed to know the next question on your mind. "You never knew it but I've been in love with you since high school."

That can't be right. This is a dream. You're dreaming, Y/n. What the actual fuck?

"Are you sure? Then why did you ask Jean out when we were seniors? Why did you break it off with me mere weeks before?" Your mind was racing and it translated into sentences quickly spilling from your lips.

She still looked straight at you. Her facade of confidence was making you nervous. "I'm sure. Back then, I was so afraid of what I felt for you. Pretending the feelings weren't real and projecting them onto Jean seemed like my easiest option. For years I convinced myself I loved him. But it was never him. It was always you. I felt so awful when I realized what I was doing."

And just like that, the facade fell. Her words were no longer held confidence. She was afraid of how you'd react. She had little idea that you were ready to be just as vulnerable as her.

"When did you realize?"

Looking up at the dark sky, she pushed a stray tuft of hair away from her face. She continued, sighing softly before she spoke, "When I saw him that night with Marco, I was relieved that I didn't have to be with him anymore. When I tried to figure out why that was, I could only think about you. Every feeling that scared me before came back. I got so scared that I left. But, even then, they never went away."

You were having some trouble believing that this was actually happening. Mikasa loved you back this entire time. If she hadn't kissed you before, you would've thought this was only possible in your dreams.

However, things were actually starting to make sense. That whole time it was your fault. Every night of those two years you spent wondering about what you could have done to make her stay. It turns out you did enough. You were the reason she left. 

But maybe you were the reason she came back as well. You could recall something Jean had told you a day before she came home.

"Why did you come back? You needed to do something?"

She looked back at you again. "I've just done it," she said.

Before you could process her words, she was leaning closer to you. Her lips were so close to brushing yours but she paused before they could fully touch. "Can I?" she whispered.

"You don't even have to ask."

When she kissed you, you felt everything. Her feelings, your feelings. The world was minuscule compared to you two. Anything else meant nothing at that moment.

It was the first time in a long time that you felt fully complete. You were a puzzle and she was the missing piece. It was like before, only this time, you knew for sure what you wanted.

Pulling away, you managed an, "I love you too, Mikasa." 

There were no other words that would feel so good to finally say out loud.

Everything was clear. You understood. 

Now more than ever, you wanted to be with her.

posted: 9/26/21

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[applejongho]

a vampire's guide to blood dealing | bang chan

genre: humor, supernatural, adventure, dumbassery

pairing: vampire!chan and female vampire!reader named Mei (platonic)

description: Newly turned vampire Chan and old vampire Mei form a friendship through their shared hunger for blood, but can’t help but get into wildly bloody situations as their friendship blooms.

word count: 5.9k

warnings: mentions of blood, vampires, swearing, (a small amount of) violence

author's note: SURPRISE, I'M YOUR SECRET SANTA @meiiyue!! Did you guess me correctly when you had a hunch as to what my identity was at the beginning of the month? ;) You've made my month of December so much fun and I can't wait to start talking with you not behind my chanon pseudonym >:) anyways, chan and mei being dumbasses together, I had a HELLA fun time writing this and I hope you smile when reading <333

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SHE HAD KNOWN when the tea on his desk, next to the scattered medical papers and signatures that bound people to donating blood, was just a bit too red for any normal tea.

There was also the fact that the tea smelled like blood, but then again, everything smelled like blood at a blood drive. Being a vampire, Mei had to pinch herself every few minutes so she didn’t salivate all over the floor and reveal her bloodthirsty identity. She had no idea how the biology major that was running this drive, and also clearly a vampire by his red tea - Christopher “Chan” Bang - was holding himself together. Perhaps the tea was what kept him tethered to reality. But a vampire running a blood drive - that was the act of a being who had lost his mind.

Mei sat in Chan’s desk chair in his office - a white, cramped, doctor’s office that smelled like hand sanitizer - waiting for Chan to realize she was there. She had her feet propped up onto the table, black boots obscuring what seemed to look like calculus homework or chicken scratch. She couldn’t tell. So he studied here as well. Mei couldn’t help but laugh as she looked around his office: paintings of instruments that looked like they came straight out of a museum adorned the walls, a printer sat in the corner that looked like it would fall apart if it was asked to print one more paper, and a coffee pot with stains that would likely never come off. This was most certainly the living space of a tired and stressed college student - he had hidden his vampirism well. She doubted he even used the coffee pot anymore, Mei herself couldn’t bring herself to swallow anything except for blood.

She wondered how she hadn’t noticed the other vampire sooner. But now that she had found him, she was determined to befriend him and possibly help him; he couldn’t have been a vampire for too long. Mei shuffled her feet so they sat over some chemistry homework instead. She hoped she looked intimidating because it would have been embarrassing for a two-hundred-year-old vampire to not strike some sort of visceral and primal emotion into a baby vampire.

Like on cue, Chan entered the office with such frantic movements that she swore he would trip on himself. He had tousled black hair and a white lab coat snug on his shoulders that looked a little too perfect to be a real lab coat, like one a small kindergartener would wear on career day. He also carried a clipboard, and seemed to notice his franticness before he noticed Mei because he made eye contact with her but was much too delayed in his reaction to say anything until at least a few seconds later.

“Hello?” He said after a few seconds, staring at her. He looked like he was going to pass out with her feet on the table, or maybe he was just startled that someone was so confidently intruding on his space. Mei kicked her feet back onto the ground.

“Hello,” Mei said in greeting, then gestured to Chan’s cup of tea on his desk. “May I ask what kind of tea this is? It has such a wonderful taste. I couldn’t help but have a taste.”

He looked like he was going to pass out. “It’s a really, um, exotic flavor,” Chan said, placing his clipboard down on his desk. Mei glanced at it. It looked like a medical form. “You wouldn’t like it. Or, no, I’m really surprised you like it.” His voice had a clear accent - British? Mei was slightly surprised he wasn’t asking why she was in his office. He was probably too worried over the tea.

“Oh, it was bloody delicious, whatever it was,” Mei said. Chan looked like Mei had just found his illegal drug stash. “Okay, I’ll stop teasing. I’m a vampire. And I’m going to be terrified if you’re not also a vampire because it would be weird if you were a human drinking blood.”

Mei hadn’t realized Chan was on edge until his shoulders shrunk down a few inches and he gave a small smile. He was refreshing to see at ease - Mei was far too used to people being scared of her. “You are?” He asked in that hopeful fledgling tone that made her heart clench.

She nodded. “For two hundred years. I’m assuming it’s hardly been a month for you.”

She could tell he tried not to be phased by her age. It was routine for humans and young vampires to not be able to comprehend her age. “Three weeks, actually,” he laughed nervously. “I signed up to run this a few days before I got turned. I would have never accepted had I known...”

He trailed off, but Mei understood. “Baby vampires are usually more thirsty than adult vampires, and even I felt a little unhinged walking by all of the vials. I can’t imagine how you feel.”

Almost on cue, Chan reached for his tea cup and took a long, quenching drink. Mei watched him drink. He let out a breath after he finished, and his hair flopped in front of his eyes. “It’s painful,” he said simply. He let out a nervous laugh and scratched his head. “I was going to come in here for a break from the smell. But you’re here.” He stared at her for a moment, and Mei could see the gears turning in his brain. “Can you help me?”

It was such a vague question, but Mei nodded with certainty. Can you help me be a vampire? Can you help me not kill everyone in this blood drive, because I seriously might? “Let’s first give you a mask to wear. Like one of those disposable doctor masks?”

“I already thought of that, it doesn’t work,” Chan groaned, but Mei shook her head at him. 

“Do you have gum?” She asked. “Peppermint flavored?” He wordlessly gestured to the main drawer in the desk, confusion etched onto his face.

Mei pulled out the gum. “I know you don’t want to eat it, and you don’t need to.” She unwrapped a piece, but threw out the gum, holding out the wrapper for him. “Stick this into your mask. I don’t think it will mask the scent completely, but it will certainly be a distraction.” She raised her eyebrows at him and urged him to take the wrapper. He took it, looking at her with wariness stretched across his face.

“Really?” He asked, pulling a blue mask out of his lab coat. He grinned and slipped the mask on, sticking the wrapper in it.

“Absolutely,” Mei said, not absolute at all. She had thought of this out of the blue. He seemed to relax at her certainty.

“Thank you,” he said. Even with a mask on, Mei could tell he was smiling. It was a smile of gratitude, a smile of being seen. “It’s... it’s so relieving that there’s another vampire on campus. It’s nice to know you’re here. Even if you broke into my office and ominously waited for me in my office chair.”

“That’s what I’m here for, I suppose,” Mei laughed. “I would say that I’d help you with the blood drawing, but I’m a music major. I certainly don’t have any license to perform anything related to human health.”

“Can you help me pack up the vials after the blood drive is over?” Chan asked quickly. “It’s just me and two more people, and they’re assigned to clean up. I’d trust you to, you know, not tamper with them.” Mei noticed he avoided saying the word blood. He must have been fighting his thirst harder than what he was letting on.

“Yes, and take another sip of your tea,” Mei recommended. He did so, rather rushed. He wiped his mouth and pushed his mask back on when he was done and gave a cooky grin that she could see through his eyes.

"I have to get back to... the blood tests, but I suppose you can stay here." He stood, silent for a moment. "Feel free to do my chemistry homework if you're bored."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Mei said sweetly, causing Chan to give a snarky eye roll. Then, he exited the room to continue with the blood drive.

Nearly six months later and with another semester gone by, Chan and Mei had formed an unlikely, yet close friendship. Mei preferred to say they were blood-bound because between Mei's music theory classes and Chan's cellular biology homework, the two of them had no academic similarities. They had first hung out together in the library of the university, both always carrying opaque flasks of blood that felt like an inside joke between the two of them. They had upgraded to spending a few weekends together, and now they were practically inseparable. Chan knew all of Mei’s quirks, like how she had to practice guitar in the mornings and piano at night, or how she had to always be in the same practice room to get anything done. Mei knew Chan’s sense of humor, which was essentially knowing his entire personality - quick puns that could slip by as casual comments, or teasing that was prolonged and never-ending. He had gone an entire month speaking in a British accent when Mei had mistakenly called him British. There were certain phrases he had taken upon himself to abuse profusely.

“Bloody hell, I’m Australian!” He had told her, giving a teasing grin. “Aren’t you old enough to have traveled to other countries to know their certain accents?”

“I’ve been all over Europe,” Mei had corrected. “Mostly Spain, Portugal, and France, and not so much Britain. There are so many different dialects of English in Britain that I had just assumed that your accent was from there, so shut up.”

Chan had taken a sip of his blood tea and had given the evil look of a taunting younger brother. “Then I suppose your mind isn’t as sharp as you thought it was. It makes sense, considering you’ve been un-alive for more than two centuries.”

“I’m going to stake you,” Mei had said sweetly.

Another fond memory was when they had gone to a museum so Mei could narrate what actually had happened in history as they walked through exhibits. What they discovered instead was a love letter Mei had written to a female lover when she was a young vampire that had an entire exhibit to itself. And, as historians usually were, they had erased the gay undertones of the note. Chan had to stifle giggles as he read an excerpt from the exhibit’s description that very proudly declared the note full of heterosexuality, while Mei had to hold back on murdering every employee in the museum. Mysteriously, that was the last time they had ever gone to that museum.

Yet none of these experiences or moments could top the underground blood ring.

Mei and Chan, during the semester, stole small amounts of blood from the monthly blood drive a few biological science majors held, enough to keep them satisfied for at least until the next blood drive. But now the spring semester was ending, and unlike winter break, summer break was much longer and hotter. Neither of them loved going outside because, as vampires, too much time in the sun would make them thirstier and sometimes blister.

“So what should we do?” Chan asked, sitting with his legs crossed on Mei’s couch in her apartment. “You’ve been a vampire much longer than I’ve been one. What have you done in the summer?”

“Back when I got my last degree, cameras were really terrible and too weak to see me,” Mei said, squinting while reading something on her computer. Mei had gotten a creative writing degree back in the 80s in Spain, and a history degree in the 60s. She liked to point out frequently that she would have gotten many more degrees, but sexism prevented her for a long time. “Which had made it much easier to steal blood or drink from a sleeping person, regardless of the season. But cameras are much better nowadays, and while they still wouldn’t be able to see either of us that well, they would see things being moved around and possibly changes in shadow. And we don’t want that. Also, with you being a new vampire that’s not an expert at stealthily drinking blood from someone, we can’t just have you slinking around peoples’ houses at night.” She sighed and shut her computer, then gave Chan a look that made his spine dance.

“I have a few ideas, but none of them are that ethical or easy,” she said, grimacing. “Do you have any?”

Chan pursed his lips. “I could try hosting another blood drive?” Chan suggested, then discarded the thought. “Or we could go to the hospital I intern at and steal blood from there.” He said that calmly, normally, and Mei was a little shocked at how nonchalant he had become regarding blood acquisition. He used to cringe when Mei gave crazy stories of how she had taken blood from people.

“Hospitals should keep their blood, though,” Mei said, ignoring Chan’s surprised expression. “It’s one thing to take a few blood vials from healthy college students. It’s another to withhold a hospital’s stock that could potentially save someone’s life.” Chan wanted to mention that the blood collected from the university’s drives eventually made it to the hospital, but he didn’t want to create an ethical debate. They were already unethical as it was, being undead beings that drank blood.

“Okay,” he said, sighing. “So what are your ideas? Because those are mine.”

Mei gave a little smile, and Chan got nervous. “Mei, what are you thinking?”

“I was thinking of an illegal blood ring,” Mei said casually, then folded her arms over her chest and frowned at him when Chan gave an expression that was equivalent to her saying she had murdered someone. “I know your track record is perfect, but as a desperate vampire, I don’t know what else to tell you. Would you rather starve?” Chan opened his mouth to speak, but Mei held up a hand. “Hear me out.”

A million thoughts were running through his head, but Chan did as she said. She was right, he did have a perfect track record because it was imperative for someone that wanted to go into medicine that it was spotless. A blood ring was the perfect addition to his record if he wanted to throw away his degree and any chance of employment.

“There are more blood rings than you’d think, and a lot of them aren’t nearly as scary or dangerous as you might think,” Mei started. “Think of doctors that are fed up with blood donation regulations because certain people, such as gay people, can’t donate blood. Think of psychopaths that want to sell tainted or drugged blood to scrape a profit. Think of people without ID that need blood but can’t get it through lawful means. These are the types of people we’d encounter, and considering that we’re both strong and smart vampires, being friendly with them, stealing blood, and then jetting wouldn’t be hard. We’d only have to do it once,” she said as Chan’s expression darkened with doubt. “I don’t love the idea either, but I think it’s doable. Allow me to ask around, and I should be able to find a place for us to go and get our blood within a week.”

“And what about next summer?” Chan asked. “And the summer after?”

“By then, you’ll hopefully know how to take blood from humans in their sleep,” Mei said evenly. “I should have taught you earlier, but I didn’t. Please, Chan,” she said and gave a look. “Just go with me. I promise things will be fine. And if it doesn’t, we can just change our names and go to university somewhere else.”

“You’re insane,” Chan groaned. There was nothing smart about this plan. Chan could name several things that could go wrong off of the top of his head: the blood they could get would be so drugged that both of them would kill someone in their insanity, they could get caught or ratted out and lose their place in the university, or they could simply get killed by the blood dealers. But Chan begrudgingly agreed with Mei because it was the only plan they had. And blood, as delicious as it was, was slippery to deal with. This was simply one shady deed in a life that would last an eternity. He was too young to understand the small weight of this blood ring that would carry on his immortal life. He had to trust Mei.

“And besides,” Mei said, climbing off of her bed to grab a bag of blood from her fridge, “you can think of it as a heroic job. Maybe we can rat out the blood dealers to the cops, steal their blood, but then tell the police they destroyed it all in a hairy crossfire. You’re not the bad guy, Chan, nor a vigilante. You’re just a vampire that needs his needs met.”

So a little more than a week later, Chan found himself in the passenger seat of Mei’s Toyota, Mei driving like she was on her way to the grocery store to pick up some eggs. “Mei, I don’t know if we should do this,” Chan said, shifting nervously in his seat and rubbing his hands together.

Mei turned smoothly to a dirt road. The highway they had been on before had been smooth, so the new bumpy terrain made the two of them bounce around in the car. It just made Chan even more nervous - this was territory that wasn’t crossed often. “Chan,” Mei said in the same way a mother would soothe a child, “we’ll be fine. Like I said before, I wouldn’t be able to do this alone. You’re here for backup. I told the dealer you have a black belt and can make shit fly if things don’t go as planned.” 

“I don’t have a black belt,” Chan felt he had to point out.

“And they don’t need to know that,” Mei said calmly. She turned again. Somehow this road was even bumpier. Chan felt like he was going to throw up. “You’re here for looks and intimidation. And if things do go awry, you look strong enough to do damage.”

Chan groaned. It was night out, and Mei turned off her headlights. It wasn’t a problem because both of them could see fine during the night; it was so no one else could see them. “Just relax,” she continued, which made Chan even less relaxed. “Think of the blood.”

Thinking of blood did make him feel better, much to his relief. He sat dazed while Mei navigated through the dirt path, thinking of the result rather than the work he had to do to get there.

Mei parked the car in between some trees and the two of them got out. Mei adjusted her hoodie and sunglasses, which made Chan pull out his sunglasses as well. He felt like a fake criminal putting them on. They only did this in movies. “This way,” Mei said, her voice amplified because of the silence that hovered around them. Trees were everywhere and Chan had no idea how Mei had managed to maneuver the car into the forest. He hoped a quick escape wasn’t going to be needed.

Mei trudged through the forest, Chan following. She led him to an old shack that looked like it was one breeze away from toppling onto itself. Chan had to duck to not hit his head on the door frame. The inside smelled exactly how a dilapidated and abandoned shack should smell like - grimy, slimy, and dusty. Then, of course, there was the smell of blood. He knew Mei could smell it too by how she stood straighter, or perhaps that was to seem more intimidating, because Chan had just noticed a few more figures already in the shack.

“I presume you’re Em and Bert,” said a cool, feminine voice across from them. The blood dealer.

“Bert?” Chan growled, quiet enough so that only Mei could hear, but she only smiled.

“That’s us,” Mei said, her voice devoid of the humor and carefreeness it usually held.

Even in the shadows, Chan could see the other woman give a smile. Despite the hood and mask she wore, the blood dealer wasn’t too incredibly intimidating. Chan thought she was sitting at first, but she was just short. A small lock of curly and blonde hair stuck out from her hood, giving the illusion that she was a small child. He almost snickered, but he was nervous himself.

Then he paid attention to her bodyguards. Three bodyguards were surrounding her, all tall, dark, and intimidating. The one to her right looked like he had muscles that could clock him into next week, while the one to her left had eyes of steel that he could feel scanning him. The one in the middle, right behind her, had the veiniest hands he had ever seen. He imagined them choking Mei or himself and he shuddered. Like the girl, they all had hoods and masks to conceal their identity.

“And do you have the money?” The girl said, a lilt to her voice. Mei nodded and pulled out enough money in cash to pay for an entire semester of school. Chan was amazed at his self-control to not do a backflip in the middle of the shack. Where had she gotten so much? He decided he’d have to ask later, or never.

The girl’s expression didn’t change at the sight of the money. “Put it on the table,” she said, then waved a hand to a three-legged table that sat in the middle of the room. Mei placed the wad of cash onto the table, then swiftly stepped away from it like the table was going to suddenly grab her hand if she didn’t move fast enough. 

Chan was hit with a pang of anxiety. Why hadn’t Mei asked to see the blood first? The bodyguard to the girl’s left pocketed the money. They could be murdered right there, and Chan still had to study for his anatomy final. He glanced over to Mei, who appeared to be unfazed. He gave her a look that he hoped she interpreted as, “do you still have an ounce of sense rattling in that brain?”

He didn’t need her to answer, however, because the girl motioned her hand. The buff bodyguard to her right bent down and picked up a box - Chan’s heart sank - a small box. His vampire senses started screaming because now the scent of blood had a visual paired with it, but there wasn't even that much. At most, this box of full blood vials would last Mei and Chan a month, which was less time than the two of them had for summer. The bodyguard placed it onto the same table where Mei had placed her money. This time, Chan took the case of blood. It was heavier than he had suspected, but it was still so little.

“You promised more,” Mei said evenly, echoing Chan’s worries. “I brought the money you wanted. Where’s the rest?”

“This is all we have left,” the girl said smoothly, and Chan had read enough crime novels to know that was a twisted truth. Likely, someone else had outsold them. And based on the amount of money Mei had given, that was an accomplished feat.

But even so, Chan could smell more blood somewhere, much like a human could smell both cookies and brownies being baked in a kitchen. Was it the blood from the girl and her guards? He didn’t think so, because that wasn’t the case when he was surrounded by fellow university students.

He didn’t have to look at her to know that Mei had smelled as much. Mei’s mouth twitched.  “I see more right there,” she said, pointing vaguely towards the girl. The bodyguards stiffened.

“We have no more,” the girl repeated, her tone stricter than any of her bodyguards’ body language. Her eyes narrowed, and Chan caught the hue of them - blue. “Perhaps if you had offered more money, or if you were a bit more reputable, I would have-”

The girl was unable to finish her sentence, because Mei had darted forward, faster than any human could have ever moved. Before Chan realized what she was doing, Mei already had a hold on a second box, identical to the one he was holding. It must have been hiding somewhere, and for whatever reason Mei had managed to see it.

Chaos ensued. The girl screamed, Chan screamed too, and Mei had delivered a blow to the muscular bodyguard, sending him to the floor. He realized that he was supposed to act the part of the strong sidekick, but Chan’s rationality and legs had a different idea. He was not fit to fight. While Mei sized up another bodyguard, Chan took off running. He ran out of the shack, blood vials rattling violently in his hands. He realized too late that under no circumstances could he drop the box of blood - it would defeat the purpose of Mei’s inception.

To his chagrin, he realized one of the bodyguards, the one with veiny hands, had taken off running behind him, and Chan deliriously wondered if he was good at playing piano as he dove into the dark forest around the shack.

“Stop!” The bodyguard yelled as if Chan would obey. He ran further into the forest, grateful it was nighttime. He could see easily, and based on how the bodyguard faltered around the frequent trees, he didn’t have the same advantage. Chan slowed his running when he saw how far behind the bodyguard was and crouched by a particularly large tree, cradling the vials of blood like they were a newborn baby.

He heard the bodyguard come closer, but Chan had faith that he was hidden and quiet enough to not be noticed. “Shit!” The bodyguard swore when he must have been about ten feet away. Chan remained perfectly still, crouched low, not breathing. He was dimly aware of the spiraling and sharp pain coming from his toes because of the way he was sitting, and he decided to ignore it. Then, without warning, Chan lost his balance and toppled onto the forest floor, the vials crashing into each other and creating a cacophony of noise. It was Chan’s turn to swear.

The bodyguard was upon him within seconds. Chan had barely gathered himself and the blood, and was still struggling miserably on the forest ground, pain exploding from his toes. “Are you insane?” The bodyguard growled, his voice rough. Chan squirmed away from the bodyguard and barely missed the bodyguard’s lunge towards him. He couldn’t tell if he was trying to reach for his neck or the blood.

“Yeah,” Chan answered him, tripping into a standing position, but the guard was too close for him to make a run for it. The adrenaline racing through his system had adrenaline, and briefly he wondered how Mei was doing. Could she hold off two bodyguards and that girl on her own? He wasn’t doing well even with one. His knees began to shake, and for a moment he wished he had never become a vampire - he wouldn’t have ever been in this situation. He wouldn’t have been moments from death or capture.

“You must be truly desperate if you’re willing to steal from people like us,” the bodyguard snarled. “What were you gonna do with it all, resell it? Give it to authorities to rat us out?” He backed Chan into a tree. “Or fucking drink it?”

Chan’s eyes widened, and a lightbulb glowed in his mind with a ridiculous idea. For the past few months, Chan had adjusted to being a vampire, but he couldn’t help but often felt alienated even with Mei being a new addition in his life. He avoided drinking blood in front of a human and even broke out into a sweat when it was in a concealed and opaque container in fear of their terrified reaction. Now, Chan took this opportunity to turn the tables in his favor. He just hoped he wasn’t the greatest fool for doing it.

“It tastes like cranberry juice,” Chan said in a voice that was much too cheery for how unhinged he felt internally. Then, without warning, he uncorked one of the vials of blood and chugged it. He let it slosh around in his mouth as a red sea, he gurgled it, he let it run over his mouth and onto his chin, and he prayed to some god, a god that likely had damned him already, that this plan had an ounce of sense. At least the blood tasted good.

“What the fuck?” The bodyguard choked, which was precisely the reaction Chan had hoped for. Chan kicked out and slammed his leg into the bodyguard, causing him to sputter in surprise before falling to the ground. His head connected with a tree and the sound was sweetly sickening. Chan stood, staring at the man lying unconscious on the floor, staring at his hands, staring at the blood. He must have stood there for a few minutes in stunned silence, before being interrupted by screams and shouts coming from the old shack.

“Seungmin!” A masculine voice shouted, and Chan assumed the voice was referring to the knocked out man lying on the forest floor in front of him. Unfortunate for both of them. A few more screams, and then, “-in the building!”

He heard a crack, and the most horrible, loud sound of splitting wood, metal chafing, and tile cracking overcame all silence in the forest. Chan cringed as he ran back towards the shack, fearful of Mei’s safety.

He emerged from the forest, only to have Mei dart in front of him to seize his wrist. Her hair, done in a ponytail under her hood, had become exposed and frazzled, but otherwise she seemed fine. She was carrying the second box, that special box, under her arm, and Chan wanted to cry with relief. They were both okay, they had done what they had come to do. “Car!” She huffed, then took off running, still gripping Chan. He felt like a rag doll being yanked by his five-year-old owner as Mei dragged him towards their escape.

He threw himself into the car, Mei already driving before his butt hit the seat. He placed his box of blood at his feet and felt out-of-body as Mei drove like a demon out of hell out of the forest and onto the gravel road. Chan had never felt so happy to feel the motion sickness that came from the rough terrain. He glanced over to Mei, who had ripped off her sunglasses. She looked like she had just slain a dragon and was glowing with adrenaline. Chan was filled with the happiness of knowing her. How could he ever have gotten so lucky? He broke into a grin, then began crying with laughter.

“We did it!” He cried, and Mei joined in with him after a few moments. He could hear the tension, fear, and anticipation leave her body as she laughed - a joyful, boisterous, and relieving laugh that seemed to be perfectly in rhythm with the car bouncing on the gravel road.

“We did, didn’t we?” She choked out after her laughter subsided. “But God, Chan, you look like you were shot in the mouth. What happened?”

Chan suddenly remembered his silly vampire distraction, and he burst into laughter all over again. “I scared the daylights out of the bodyguard that chased me by chugging some of the blood,” he giggled. His head was going to fly off of his head in the next few seconds. “It was all I could think of to distract him.”

“Oh my God, Chan,” Mei laughed. “That’s brilliant.” Mei turned, and the car gave a few jolts as it tore into another dirt road. “I destroyed the shack. It was sort of an accident, but it was only a matter of time.”

“And how’d that happen?”

Mei chuckled. "Throwing a bodyguard enough times against a wall causes a lot of strain on the house. I think I crushed everyone in the shack. Oh!" Chan's mouth dropped open as Mei reached into the center pocket on her hoodie and pulled out the wad of cash that she had used to pay for the blood. “There’s this.” She threw it into his lap, and Chan jumped as it touched him.

"Mei!" Chan gasped, unsure whether to laugh or be terrified. "We literally stole from them, and now we cut them short of-"

"Yeah, and they cut us short too," Mei shrugged, having an ethical compass of a seesaw. "Their leader, the little girl, promised me a second box. I was essentially paying for two boxes and she only gave me one. It's only fair. Well, at least for us." Mei stared off into the distance as she drove. "And I bet you smelled the blood of the second box, too. Perhaps she thought she could undercut us. Either way, I hope all four of them are screwed either financially or physically. Honestly, I might have killed the ones in the shack. But now I can pay for my next semester and not die of thirst over the summer." 

She said all of this causally, and Chan didn’t feel like lecturing her. He had sins too, lying unconscious in the forest. Chan also decided not to ask where Mei had gotten her money. He didn't want to, because he knew she didn't have it before this. "I mean, they're blood dealers," he said instead. "I don't think they care about laws or rules. But still..."

"Still nothing, Chan," Mei laughed. "We did it. Can't we celebrate?"

"Ah, two vampire college students stealing blood from a shady group of people that we might have killed. Congratulations to us," Chan said in a mocking voice, but smiled. "We certainly did it. Let's never do it again."

"You can say that again," Mei agreed. Her mouth quirked upward, and she barely suppressed a giggle. "Honestly, I thought we were screwed the entire time," Mei said carefully. "I thought they'd have backup in the forest or around the shack. Me reaching for that second box - that was pure stupidity."

"But we got our blood," Chan said with a note of finality.

"We got our blood," Mei echoed. Against all odds, they had pulled off a plan only a college student could conjure. "If we can do this, finals will be easy."

"Are you sure about that?"

Chan and Mei bickered back and forth over if finals or stealing illegal blood from shady vandals was harder (finals won) until Mei got onto the highway. Homebound and their goal accomplished, the two vampires laughed all the way home. In the sky, the moon's white rays glowed on them, the foil of the sun that they had grown to love as creatures of the night.

[tenglows]

Hiii! Could I get crown prince!Yangyang with 29&36? Royalty AU and it's between him and his new maid but she is actually a little bit older than him and has worked in different parts of the palace (kitchen, horse stables, decoration, library...) and in different positions so when she gets assigned to him she knows how to run the place and she starts teaching him life skills for when he claims the throne. He admires her and falls in love, but she's reasonable until she can't resist him anymore...

[ 29: you know i can’t be found with you ] + [ 36: it's just a kiss ] i am completely in love with this, thank you so much for requesting such an incredible and detailed scenario!!! i was also waiting for someone to use prompt 29, so this was just perfect. i hope you love it as much as i did!!! i also made an aesthetic because i felt like it

the prompts

yangyang sighed as the tailor left in search for more pins. there were still some months until the coronation, but all the preparations had the castle working like a factory.

he stared at himself in the mirror. that mantle made him look like his father, and that scared him. he didn't think he was ready to be king, but there was no turning back now. it never was in the first place.

“prince” a voice distracted him from his thoughts and he turned back to see you, bowing.

since you had been working in the palace for quite some time and knew your way around it, the queen didn't trust anyone more than you, and assigned you to be her son's advisor and maid. you were only two years older than him, so she figured you would be the best option for him to feel comfortable and accompanied.

“tailor shawn excelled himself with this one, hasn't him?”

the long fabric accentuated yangyang’s shoulders, but it was sort of loose. that's why it needed fitting.

“it's good shawn is working hard on perfecting the robe” you spoke, sensing how tired the boy was of being upright on that stand. “shall the clothes be to big on the prince, he's thought not to be qualified for the throne”

“that's stupid” he joked, as he usually did, but you sensed something different. he was playing with his hands and didn't lift his gaze from the floor.

“you're nervous” you stated and he looked at you just for a second, the tailor coming in again. “we'll talk about it later” you saluted him and the man and walked out of the dressing room.

night fell and yangyang had just gotten to his bed chamber. he was exhausted. the fitting process took some more hours and it still wasn't fully finished. then, he had to join his father on some of his tasks. so he could pick up some of his skills and knowledge.

there was a tap on his door, and he yelled an approval for them to come in with the minimum of voice he had left.

“not a good time?”

he didn't answer, but the way he gestured you to close the door told you he didn't want to be alone.

“do you want to talk about today?”

he laid back on the silk sheets and took a deep breath.

“it's too much work”

he didn't say more, but he didn't need to. you imagined what was going through his mind. he was too young to be responsible for all of this. on top of that, he didn't really like to talk about his feelings, so he also dealt with every burden on his own.

“you are going to be an admirable king, yangyang. the town already thinks highly of you”

“what if i let them down?” he looked at you with scared eyes. you sat next to him and in that damp night and big walls, you believed it was the first time yangyang had shared his torments out loud.

“you have your entire lifetime to slip up and learn” he stayed silent, staring up at the ceiling. “and” he looked back at you. “a prince, soon-to-be-king, can also open up about his feelings. goodnight, yangyang”

with that, you closed the door behind you, leaving yangyang in the lonesomeness of his big room.

as he struggled to fall asleep, he thought back to your words. you were right about the part of expressing his emotions. he had no reason to shut down. the thing was, he had never had someone to let loose with before. he would hang out with some of the maid's children when he was a kid, but apart from that, he didn't have any friends. being educated to be king was always what directed his life. and everytime he would get too overwhelmed and ask their parents for help they would brush it off, or tell him they didn't have time right now. or, at any time for that matter. nonetheless, he was raised by one of the best kings the country had ever had. he would come up with something about his fear of his newly obligations.

but after more tossing and turning in bed, he realized you had raised him more than his family ever did. sure, his father was good at teaching him fencing, but you were good at teaching him more human skills. you would explain how to approach people from different status, but never failing to be polite. you told him how to dress appropriately, and what colors were the best combinations. you taught him to make himself some easy dishes if ever needed.

for some reason, the thought of you accelerated the thumping of his heart. the image of your face rested above his eyelids. he pictured the eyes he had grown accustomed to. as his body was getting heavier, he thought of kissing you, a shiver running through his half asleep back as he did. he had never thought of you that way.

the next morning, yangyang’s body froze when he encountered you at the kitchen.

“good morning, did you rest well?” you asked, the same sweet smile as always. you had absolutely no idea about what was going through the boy’s mind: him finding it amusing, how he had lost so many sleep hours wondering off about you and your world just, continued. without a single clue.

“good” he sat on the chair as you placed an abundant plate in front of him.

“i’m glad. here, eat up that i believe you have quite the schedule today”

you have always prepared him breakfast, why did it feel different now? why was his heart excited? was it always like that and he had only recently noticed it?

you turned around to arrange some other things in the kitchen, and yangyang cleared his throat.

“erm, y/n? would you like to sit and have breakfast with me?”

“okay” you smiled and placed the dishcloth on the dishwasher, taking the seat facing his.

“how did you sleep?” you arched an eyebrow at his distinctive behaviour, his face tinting red. he had never shown such clear interest in you.

“i stayed up late catching up on my reading”

yangyang knew how much you liked to read, and how you always seemed to appear with a new book in the span of short days.

“what is this one about?”

“oh it’s romance, obviously” you rolled your eyes and laughed shyly. “you know i’ve always been kind of a romantic”

as he ate, you told him more about the story. he watched in delight how you got so excited explaining the relationship between the characters. you talked some more, until you looked at the time and sent him off to his daily duties.

“hey, do you know how to ride a horse?”

“no, why?”

“i think it’s time that i teach you something”

after a while, you both came back from the shelter bursting out laughing.

“that was fun” you commented, leaving your jacket on the chair.

“i know, the horses loved you”

“i do feed them”

your chuckles died down as you contemplated each other’s eyes. he hadn’t noticed how close you were standing, and suddenly, the thoughts from the previous night came rushing back. the idea of kissing you seemed stronger now, nearer. he leaned in for the sake of it, but was interrupted by his mom’s voice.

“son, y/n” your breath caught in your throat as you immediately bowed down. “you were supposed to find your father by the garden half an hour ago”

“my apologies, mother. y/n was lending me a hand with the horses and i lost track of time”

“well, that’s her job, isn’t it?” the words were harsh but the tone wasn’t. the queen was always respectful and generous to everyone, especially you, but you still caught the idea that she was subtly scolding you.

you nodded and took another bow, the woman leaving and yangyang shooting a quick glance at you before following her.

when yangyang was finally dismissed, he didn’t waste any second before darting towards your bedroom. behind the door, he took a deep breath and knocked.

you were already on your nightwear when he set foot in your room. he had never been there before, taking a moment to inspect the place. it was undoubtedly much smaller than his, a single bed instead of a king sized one, but he still liked it. and it was, without a doubt, yours. with full bookshelves.

“i’m sorry about my mom” you shook your head.

“i had a great time with you today”

he didn’t know where this courage was coming from, but he guessed becoming a king was making him braver in more ways than one. he took a step forward and placed a hand on your cheek, asking for permission. when you let out a breath and leaned into his palm, he allowed himself to stroke your other cheek too.

“i did too. maybe i can be like prince charming from your book” he leaned in again. your noses were almost brushing, when you stood up straight again and kept your composure.

“yangyang, you know nothing can happen between us” you spoke softly, but the tenderness didn’t stop the words from hurting any less.

“a kiss won’t harm anyone. didn’t the main character kiss his forbidden love?”

“but that’s fiction, this is real life”

“and it’s just a kiss” he whispered over your mouth, your eyes looking down to his lips. both of your hearts were beating so loudly it resembled the tone of a thunderstom.

your breaths had blended in a way you didn’t know which one was yours anymore. and he was so close, so close to everything changing that you had to pull away.

“you should leave. good night, yangyang” you practically shoved him out of the door.

you didn’t make him breakfast the next day. or the one after that. another maid did, and yangyang felt his world crumbling. he didn’t even get to see you lately, and he didn’t know how much he relied on your daily smiles until he didn’t have them anymore.

it was at the gatehouse where he found you one thursday. you were cleaning a carriage, and you clearly hadn’t seen him, you would have ran away if you did. he approached you cautiously, and just as he suspected, when you did see him you dropped everything and stood on your feet.

“y/n, stop avoiding me” he yelled, making you stop. he ran to you and struggled to find your gaze. you refused to look at him. “it’s driving me crazy”

“your parents would kill me. you know i can’t be found with you”

“you won’t” he assured, pressing your foreheads together and cupping your face in his hands. he felt as if he had gone back to that night in your bedroom, and he was getting a second chance. “just please, stop running from me” he begged in a barely audible voice.

and in that moment, you decided to do as the protagonist in your book always did. you decided to let go. and with his lips on top of yours, it felt like flying. your feet rejected touching the ground, and you were lucky enough that yangyang didn’t want to come back to earth yet either.

[n0longerhuman]

𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲.

prompt: Kuroo has grown tired of the perpetual temporary nature of your relationship, the spark burst in him when he sees you with another boy, for the umpteenth time.

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurō x reader.

warnings: angst, semi-public sex, semi-clothed sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, breast-playing, slight chocking, creampie.

You knew Kuroo, you had learned to understand how he reacted to what you were doing even if he didn't explicitly show it. And yet, this time you had missed it.

As always, you had decided to meet at lunchtime on the stairs that joined the gym where Kuroo trained practically every day. It had now become routine. Although both of you were afraid of getting caught, often that free time became time dedicated to your physical well-being. If someone'd approached that door that led to the stairs, they would've heard your breathless breathing and you two panting the other's name.

It all started out of pure chance, one day Kuroo needed a silent place to study, he had forgotten the test of the next hour and needed silence and concentration, and therefore he remembered that hidden space away from noise near the gym.

And there he met you. You were used to being on your own during that interval, you didn't like being disturbed and you needed a little calm, but an unexpected visit came to you that day. Despite the initial discomfort, let the boy share that space with you, and from then on he seemed to forget more and more to study the afternoon before, and between an apology and another his lips ended up on yours during the  days, then his body came to tighten yours, until you both ended up out of breath. Kuroo absolutely loved your body, he couldn't help but slide his hands along your hips, feel your skin under his fingers and feel you shiver. And the same thing obviously applied to you too. There was something about him that attracted you so much that just seeing him and his little smirk made you feel that little pressure in your stomach.

Most often, it was used to relieve stress, a way to relieve anger or at other times you did it simply for fun. But you both knew there was something more, that didn't stop at simple sex. You spoke, laughed, joked, very often you made yourselves vulnerable to each other because you learned to trust.

For this reason, Kuroo couldn't stand to see you so calm in embracing, touching or kissing other boys, as if you weren't already meeting something with him.

And that day you had noticed. The usual calm and amused expression you saw every day on Kuroo's face was not there. It was replaced by a dark face, clenched teeth and steady gaze. You had never seen him like this, whatever had happened to him during those months that you had spent together secretly, that expression had never touched his face for even a second. Although he always joked and loved to provoke, he was a mature person and he knew how to behave on every occasion. But, at that moment, it seemed to you that he was seething in a silent but evident anger.

You saw him start climbing stairs quickly, without saying anything;  you were standing at their end and you couldn't wait any longer.

«Kuroo, is everything okay?»

No response, only his quick steps that had finished the stairs and approached you.

«Tetsu, you know you can tell me anything, righ―»

This time you were interrupted. Or at least, you had felt compelled to shut up the moment his subtle, chilling gaze met yours. «I just want to know what your intentions are with me, Y/N.»

Those words made you immobilize for a moment. Your intentions with him?  What was that supposed to mean? You couldn't think too much about that question since at that moment all your attention was devoted to trying to understand the reason for that behavior that came completely out of nowhere.

«I don't understand what you mean, really.» These are the only things you were able to formulate, and these made him advance even more, until you were forced to look up in order to be able to look him in the eye.

«I want to know how long I have to keep looking at you with other guys before I can afford to say anything about it. You understand it?» You could feel his deep breath, he didn't lose his temper easily and at that moment you really had to make him angry to get him to reduce himself to those conditions. You understood that it was simple jealousy, and that you probably should have expected it. You bit your lip, playing with the rubber band that you held on your wrist without being able to say anything at the time.

And that silence made him advance even more, forcing you to back away until you were with your back to the wall. One of his hands rested right next to your head and you found yourself holding your breath without even realizing it.

«Can you tell me, Y/N?» His gaze didn't go away from yours for even a second, although you couldn't see him, you felt his fingers crawl on the wall until he clenched his fist.

«Ayo, fuck this ― he blurted out in a moment, shooting away and spreading his arms, no longer able to hesitate ― Are we dating?  Are we fucking? Are we best friends? Are we something in between that?» You were so surprised, you looked down on him, seeing it that way you felt something inside you light up and you were sure you knew what it was. You cursed yourself for the wrong time. «I wish we never fucked, and I mean that!»

Those words would surely have left you stunned, you would have felt terribly bad since that sentence with his scratchy look could be a lethal combination, if it weren't for the fact that his gestures were showing quite the opposite of what he meant in words. Once again he approached you, this time trapping under him, both hands on the wall and the body so close that you could feel the fabric of his uniform touch you. His gaze alternated from your lips to your eyes countless times, even your breath was starting to heal, until he opened his mouth again. «But not really, I can't fucking resist you, shit.»

And a second later, his lips captured yours in a rough and almost violent kiss, his hands immediately fell on your hips so as to attract you to him suddenly. As a result you grabbed his shoulders, then your hand went up into his hair, sliding your fingers between the black locks. Your tongues met, starting a fierce and fast dance, and you managed to perceive a bulge in his pants when he hugged you even more, making you rub against his pelvis.

«That's what you want, isn't it? Then it will be what we will both have, what do you say?» He said panting once he broke away from the kiss due to lack of air, and didn't hesitate for a moment to resume with the kisses on your neck. His teeth grabbed one of your flaps of skin, biting and sucking until a purple spot appeared. He repeated this over and over again, earning whining from you that only encouraged him to give more. He didn't care who saw that in the least. This was his goal, he wanted anyone who was around you for ulterior motives to understand that he had to stop, since he was already there to deal with it.

«K-Kuroo, please..» You murmured, your eyes closed and your hands starting to tighten his hair. Only those warm kisses were enough to make you tighten your thighs to create some friction between them, you could no longer totally wait and, despite his anger, you felt how excited he too was from that situation.

«Ssh, you do want to be heard, kitten?» He whispered with a grin on his face, putting a hand on your cheek. His thumb started running down your lower lip as he rubbed his pelvis against yours, making you just gasp. His thumb slowly infiltrated between your lips, and you found yourself sucking him, bringing your gaze back to his eyes. «Well so, you're so used to it that you don't even realize what you're doing.» He muttered again, then quickly pulled his finger out of your mouth causing a 'boop'. Once again without saying anything, his hand quickly descended under your skirt, and his fingers slid across your folds above your underwear. «Already this wet for me, just after some kisses, are you?» He began to rub slowly and with firm pressure, looking up at you again. Your lips were slightly parted, your cheeks flushed and your nape leaning against the wall. How could he have resisted that sight? «Tetsu―» Again, a murmured prayer came out of your lips, and the pressure on your intimacy increased even more, until you squeezed his hand between your thighs. «Tell me what you want, Y/N.» He sang, the grin on his face that widened just as his skillful fingers moved the underwear to one side and resumed massaging your cunt. «I want you inside me, Kuroo, please!»  And at that adorable gasp, two fingers suddenly entered you, causing a small scream on your part. Kuroo started to move his fingers between your walls, gradually increasing speed and scissoring them every now and then. In recent months he had learned about your weaknesses, he knew where to touch to make you enjoy even more. He was a good observer and it hadn't served him much to know your most hidden sides, so once again he put into practice his innate talents, and he knew he was hitting the right points when his name came out of his lips more and more desperate and  more suffocated. And oh god, at that moment he would have shown a lot more with his own tongue if it hadn't been for the fact that there was very little time left.

«Cum for me, Y/N.  We're not done yet, you know.» Kuroo added another finger, speeding up his movements more and more while his thumb was massaging your clit at the same speed, and at that moment you seemed to not even see anymore. You rolled your eyes back, letting go of a loud moan as you came over his fingers. At that moment you thought that you would never be able to get tired of his fingers, but this wasn't enough.

When you recovered from your orgasm, your hand went down to his pants, unbuttoning them and tightly feeling his erection. Kuroo's breath cut and he had to hold back with all of himself not to bury his cock in your mouth, but his hand stopped you from continuing, grabbing your wrist. «No, kitten, we don't have time for this.» He whispered with a smirk, immediately making you turn away from him.  «Did I tell you not to make a noise, am I wrong?» He grabbed the edges of your skirt, pulling them down suddenly along with your underwear, so that you were left half naked. He approached, pulling out his throbbing cock and approaching your heat, rubbing the tip against your folds. «Make sure you shut up, hmm?» He said putting his hands under your shirt and going straight to your bra, pulling it down to reveal your breasts. You couldn't resist anymore, all you could do was beg him to fill you up at that moment, rubbing your pelvis against his. In a moment, without any hesitation, he slammed his pelvis against yours, threading his entire length up to your cervix. You had to put a hand on your mouth to stifle that scream that had threatened to run away, widening your eyes. As he started moving inside you, his big hands tightened on your breasts, then started playing with your hardened nipples. He had reduced you to a moaning mess, it was making you feel so good that you never wanted to stop. Soon, while with one hand he continued to tease your nipple, he carried the other on your neck, squeezing just so as to put your back on his still dressed chest. Kuroo's thrusts alternated from incredibly fast and noisy to make you lose your lucidity, to slow and hard enough to make you seem to be sinking into the wall. He had never fucked you like this, your quickies were always quiet since you had never experienced an angry Kuroo. You never imagined that, in those conditions, his way of doing things would change so quickly. At that moment, however, you didn't care. Your moans were getting harder to hide and Kuroo was realizing it, in fact it seemed to you that, precisely for this reason, he was increasing even more his strength until he made you want to scream. «Please, Tetsurō, please!» You knew you were going to reach your limit, and from the boy's slight gasps it seemed to be the same for him. Your fingers sank into his arm as you held one hand on the wall to hold on. At that gesture, the grip on your breast increased even more and you imagined that you would surely find the signs of that grasp, while the other hand went down on your hip to conduct the last pushes.

«Y/N, I'm gonna..» Kuroo began to stammer, but you interrupted him panting a simple: «Inside.» He knew that you were taking the pill and therefore he didn't have it repeated twice, in an instant you left one last scream and your walls tightened around his cock that throbbed incessantly. That was enough to make him release his liquid profusely inside you, your name on his lips.

«Fuck..» he murmured slightly, while his forehead rested on your back. Shortly thereafter, he turned you around, helping you lift your skirt up and fix it. A slight chuckle leaked from your lips as you shook your head. «You know that I have too a crush on you and that I wouldn't be doing it with anyone else, do you, Tetsu?» You asked chanting, making a smile appear on his lips but without receiving an answer to that statement.

«Hurry up, or you'll be late for class.»

a/n: to apologize for my absence, I decided to write something different and not requested by anyone. It's inspired by a quote taken from the song "Heartbeat" by Childish Gambino, you have probably heard it on TikTok as well. It's my first smut here, so I'm not so sure of the result, but I hope you like it anyway.

[thenickelportrust]

How would a scene where MC and RO are involved in a tickle fight but then it gets very steamy play out? Like, RO traps MC under them so they can't move or fight back and all of a sudden all these feelings come into play.

Finley: If someone asked you when you first started working at The Nickelport Rust if you ever thought you’d be getting into a tickle fight with your boss you probably would have laughed them out the door- intentionally or not. Okay, well, you maybe also might’ve questioned their motives for asking or even why the question came up in the first but, long story short- it would’ve been unthinkable. But then you worked there for four years and then you got to know Finley and then, on a particular late night when you were already kind of drunk off of exhaustion and word-based delirium and Finley was also there late at night and also looked equally tired and stressed and nobody else was there and both of you looked like you needed to blow off steam and… and then it was tonight. It became right now, in fact, and in this ‘right now’ you are in a tickle fight with your boss. Which in theory sounds odd and awkward but in practice has resulted in a lot of laughter, a couple of wisecracking jokes from both parties, lots of paper on the floor, and, currently, you lying on said paper with both of Finley’s hands on either side of your head and a sudden awareness of just how close they are to you and the fact that even now they somehow manage to smell like coffee- but not really in a bad way but more in a comforting, familiar way that makes you think of all the previous late nights like this- well… maybe not quite like this in your current, semi-awkward position- where you feel like death has its claws on your spine and the only good thing about it is Finley’s presence beside you. Er… above you, if you’re still talking in the sense of right-now. Finley- who nothing really ever slips by- also takes quick stock of the situation you seem to have gotten yourselves into. Their bright, crystal-clear blue eyes widen imperceptibly, and a red flush spreads over their nose- their cheeks- to the tips of their ears. You… you’re really not used to seeing them blush. Sure they’ve blush maybe… once or twice in the time you’ve known them but you’re still… It… It looks nice on them. “Oh, well, I- um,” Finley shakes their head, and suddenly they’re laughing again, even though you aren’t tickling them this time around. “Sorry.” One of Finley’s hands drifts away from your side, covering the upper half of their face. “Sorry it’s just- well, I was thinking about how this would look if someone walked in- so the best joke I could think of was ‘Well, good thing we’re alone tonight’. But, god, if that doesn’t sound like some sleazy dive-bar pickup line then frankly I don’t know what does.” Finley drags their hand away from their face- and they don’t look half as tired as they did when you first started the tickle fight tonight, “Honestly, that might’ve been my worst retort yet. I blame the work- it’s messing with my comebacks. But… thank you, really, I think I needed this. You… always know just what to do, don’t you?”

Raf: For Lucy and Raf there’s a minor split at the very end depending on whether or not they were your Ex. The rest would be pretty much the same, though.

It’s not often that you can get the drop on someone who can see the future. But luckily for you Raf wasn’t paying attention and you took full advantage of that moment to launch an attack- a tickle attack, that is. Raf jumps as soon as you latch onto him, but he recovers fairly quickly, and through stifled laughter tries to turn around and grab onto your hands. Your quick enough to dodge him for a while, but you make one fatal misstep when you end up trapped against the wall- a fact that Raf takes advantage of by returning the favor you’d given and tickling you in return. You end up bent over, one hand pressed over your mouth to try and stifle your laughter while the other easily bats away his hands. You grab onto one of his hands, and lunge back into offensive tickling, only to have your other hand grabbed by Raf. Your inopportune position fails you once more when he manages to pin your hands to the wall, and, through dwindling chuckles, declares a quiet, “Got you!” Your laughter dies down as well, and soon all you’re left with is a smile and the space between you two. He doesn’t let go of your hands. Not immediately. 

Non-Ex!Raf: You find yourself tracing the lines of Raf’s face with your eyes, the slight creases by his lips that remain with that still-present smile, and those lines that always crop up by his eyes, crinkling their edges in a happy manner. You almost wish he’d let go of you so you could trace them with your fingertips- just to see what those happy little lines feel like. As you watch a new line forms, one between his brows as they curve up quizzically, “What are you staring at?” Raf wonders, one last laugh rumbling as he watches your careful examination. You tap his hand with your fingers, and with a quiet, “Oh! I, uh, sorry.” Raf releases your wrists- but he doesn’t get to step away quite so quickly, as you reach out and gently press against the lines on the sides of his eyes, tracing down those tired ones underneath them, past the nose to the smiling crevices at his lips. Raf seems a little shocked at first, but ends up leaning into your touch, and when your fingers splay over his cheek his presses his hand to the back of yours, with neither of you really willing to move.

Ex!Raf: It’s… you don’t know what it is. Familiar, of course, but at the same time so inherently different. Maybe it’s that space between the two of you that he still hasn’t closed, maybe it’s everything else that’s happened swimming around in the back of your head, breathing out nasty little bubbles that seem to pop and shock you back to the present whenever you find yourself drifting back towards the past. Raf seems to realize it too, his smile fades- quiets into little more than phantom lines by the corners of his lips. One of his hands, almost of its own volition, releases your wrist and drifts carelessly towards your face, gentle knuckles brushing over your cheek. It almost seems like an automatic gesture, learned from previous years of being together- little ghosts of the pasts that haunt both of your movements. With equally an unthinking, subconscious gesture you find yourself reaching out- towards those phantom lines. Your fingers are mere inches away from the edges of his lips when Raf clears his throat, then his eyes flicker away and you think you can see the faintest hint of red on his cheeks- but it’s cast away when his fingers loosen their grip… before drifting off of your wrist entirely. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” Raf steps away, he rubs the back of his head awkwardly, looking… everywhere. Everywhere but at you. “I should- uh, I should go. I’m… I’m sorry.” 

Jacob: “Hm? What are y- h-hey!” Jacob breaks down into laughter even before you really begin tickling him. For a while he seems incapacitated by raucous laughing but as soon as he gains some semblance of control back he turns it around immediately. Whipping on you with as ferocious a barrage of tickles as you did to him. It quickly turns into warfare, soft, non-bloody warfare with the two of you equally matched in both finger-wiggling speed and strength. Somewhere in the fierce battle he ends up knocking you over- or maybe you pull him down- or maybe both of you end up flopping forward but somehow Jacob’s won the upper hand. And by upper hand you mean he literally has your hands, and is holding them over you in a semi-triumphant stalemate. “Got you!” The victor of the crusade declares successfully, “Can’t get me anymore now, can you?” Indeed, it appears as if the bloodshed- or laughshed, in this case- has come to a grinding halt. Yourself the defeated- and currently immobile, considering how Jacob’s now got you somewhat pinned on the floor. A fact which seems to hit both of you at the same hit, considering how a quiet, “Uhh…” escapes from Jacob as he very quickly releases your hands and hops to his feet, hands fidgeting nervously as he readjusts sleeves that were already in place, face tinted a bright red with laughter that sounds a little less carefree and a little more bashful than before. “Y-yeah! So, um, that was… fun… I guess I, um, I won.” His eyes flicker towards you, still lying on the floor registering what just happened and, even if it was for the smallest of moments, how close the two of you were. Jacob clears his throat, and extends a hand your way, “Well… here. I’ll-… I can help you up,” He appears to recover fully, flashing you that carelessly bright, lopsided smile he wears with ease, “We should… do that again sometime? If you want too, of course, but… I dunno, I guess you might want a rematch, yeah? I’d be more than happy to win once more.”

Lucy: For Lucy and Raf there’s a minor split at the very end depending on whether or not they were your Ex. The rest would be pretty much the same, though.

Perhaps you should have known better than to try and get into any kind of fight with one of Nickelport’s strongest- hell, not even strongest villains but strongest people in general. But while hindsight is always crystal-clear your foresight was just muddled enough to think that, hey! Maybe you could win a tickle fight. Yeah… That was before she ended up swinging you into the air, her arms wrapped around your torso, with loud, raucous, joyous laughter reverberating around behind you as she hoists up high as she can. You wiggle and squirm and twist but it doesn’t do much in the way of freeing you from her grasp. “Guess I win, eh?” Lucy grins up at you that crooked, confident smile of hers, the kind that’s often coupled with a quirked eyebrow and a snicker stifled behind her beaming teeth. She walks lazily to the side, kicking her feet out far in front of her as she dances from heel to toe, pacing with you still held tight in her arms, “Now I could let you go but where would be the fun in that? Nah… I think I’ll keep you up there for a minute lon-” You stick your leg into her path, Lucy stumbles over it and releases you as her own arms fly out in front to catch her fall- a fall that takes you down with her. With a groan, Lucy pushes herself up off of the floor- off of where you lie beneath her, “Sorry about that are you-?” She falters, mouth opening and closing just inches above you. You don’t notice it at first but it seems as if the tips of her ears have been tinted a dark shake of red half-hidden by her long curled hair.

Non-Ex!Lucy: “Y’know, we always manage to end up like this, somehow,” Lucy brushes her hair back, slyly smiling down at you, “I’m starting to wonder if maybe you’re doing this on purpose. Not that I’d complain, of course. I may or may not be guilty of it myself.”

Ex!Lucy: “Well… this feels familiar.” Lucy’s radiant, bright smile becomes a little… well… dimmer isn’t the right word. Not really. It seems to shine just as bright as before, but it’s less… Less… Less something. The only thing that comes to mind is a blurred image that was once crystal clear- or glasses that fogged up while staring at the sun. The sun would still shine just as bright, but it’d be different, spread thin and soft through the haze. Lucy’s hand twitches beside you, just an inch closer as her eyes scan your face, a searching, cautious look to them. “If you want me to move, I will. But… But if you don’t mind staying like this, then… I would… I’d like to.”

Yolanda: Yolanda definitely wasn’t expecting a tickle fight, at least, not if the expression of nearly pure surprise is anything to go by. However, it doesn’t seem as if she was entirely unprepared for such an outcome, because almost as soon as you think you’ve got the upper hand she turns it around on you, wrapping her own hands around you, fingers dancing over your neck. In an act of self defense, you curl in, which only makes her follow you, and results in the two of you toppling over onto the ground- Yolanda pinning you with your cheek pressed against the ground. You roll over- but still she remains hovering over you, a sly smile pulling the edges of her red-painted lips upwards. Somehow you didn’t expect Nickelport’s darling to be up for a tickle fight. Yolanda seems to sense this- and a light, airy, wind-chime laugh, “What is it, dear? Didn’t expect the lovely Yolanda Waltz,” She draws out her own name almost mockingly, “To surpass you in something so juvenile as a tickle-fight?” Yolanda rests her elbows beside you, cradling her chin on interlinked fingers as she smirks down at you, “You’ve forgotten, darling, that I grew up the oldest of three. I’ve plenty of experience with this. Although…” One of those hands slip undone, a single painted nail gingerly brushing down the side of your cheek, tracing your jaw, “I have to say that this is so-far much more pleasant than of those childhood follies… Mm, I suppose we’ve you to blame for that, now, don’t we?”

Eileen: Eileen’s too busy laughing at first to really realize just how close the two of you have gotten- literally. Her bright eyes open, and she tucks a strand of hair that had been dangling in front of your face away with a smile. The two of you seem caught there for a moment- almost entranced by just how many small details you can make out in her face. From the freckles that scatter across her cheeks like tiny dark stars to the flecks of brown that tint the inside of her green eyes. The trance is broken, though, when her face tints a bright red, and she apologize with a quick, “Oh- oh oops! Sorry, didn’t meant to crush you there!” She scurries to the side, her face still tinted red. Eileen folds her legs together and sits beside you for a while, casting fleeting, shy glances your way. Eileen seems to sigh, and she flops down on the floor next to you, tucking one hand under her arm when she rolls to face your way. “You know… I don’t think I say thank you enough.” One soft hand presses against the side of your cheek, “Moving to Nickelport hasn’t been all sunshine-and-butterflies but… You make what sunshine there is shine even brighter. So… thank you. For being here.” Her eyes flicker away from you, that same rosy flush covering a few of the freckles on her cheeks. Then Eileen leans over, and presses a small kiss to the side of your cheek, “With me.”

Informant: “Oh no you don’t-!” Somewhere in the tumble, you and the Informant end up tumbling to the floor, at this point he decides the best course of action is to wrap you up in a large hug, pinning your arms to your sides as he rolls onto his back, keeping you pinned to his stomach. Still chuckling from your recent tickle-assault, the Informant tilts his head up to look at you with a lopsided smile, the sunglasses sitting crookedly upon his face, “Looks like you’re trapped, hm? Can’t get me now, can you?” Sure enough, you try wiggling and twisting but each time his arms only tighten a tiny bit more- never enough to hurt, but just enough to prevent your escape attempts. Finally, you give in, resting your head on his chest with a frown. “Well would you look at that? Seems like I won.” The Informant gives you a self-satisfied smile, his arms relax, one even folds behind his head, propping it up so that he can look at you, but the other still rests on your back comfortably. You find yourself in no hurry to move either, and instead just fold your hands under your chin, holding the Informant’s gaze as you feel the rise and fall of his chest while he breathes. As if on a whim, you find yourself reaching forward, removing the glasses from his face so that you can look into the Informant’s eyes- he makes no move to stop you. Dark-tinted sunglasses off, you can clearly see the ways his eyes soften when they look at you, the way his gaze flickers around your face, and settles on your own stare. Your hands press against the floor and you lift yourself closer to his face- the Informant’s hands slide up from your back to your head, until they’re cradling either side of your cheek. You don’t really know who moves first, you don’t really care- maybe it was you, maybe it was him, maybe you both moved at the same time, but your eyes are closed- and you can feel his lips on yours.

Ricky: Fun fact time: Y’know I honestly tried to find a way to work Ricky into this ask as it was said. I knew there was no way in hell that he’d ever willingly participate in a tickle-fight so I figured that the MC’s gotta be the one to initiate it and he just joins in to make them stop- so I was trying to think of his reaction and all I could think was ‘Is Ricky even ticklish?’ to which my mind immediately jumped to the reply ‘There’s not enough joy in him to be ticklish’. And so my mind then tried to remedy the situation- and I came up with this caveat to your original ask: that maybe Ricky wasn’t fighting back so much as he just grabbed the MC’s arm because they would stop and told them to stop and that’s how they end up in this little predicament you’ve mentioned. So his answer is a li’l different, and I apologize for that, but Ricky is Ricky and he continues to be my trouble-boy. (Side fun fact: I have silly li’l shorthand nicknames for each of these characters and that’s become Ricky’s nickname over the months. The troublesome boy.) Anyway, long-winded fun-fact-explanation over, here’s the answer to your ask-ish:

“For love of all that is good- would you stop that already?” Ricky snatches up your wrist, turning around with a glower crossing his face, “I have no idea what it is you’re trying to get out of annoying me but how many times do I have to repeat that no, I am not ticklish and your repeated attempts to disprove such a statement have so far done nothing but annoy.” Sadly for you, you weren’t quite prepared for him to whip around so quickly, which ended up in a rather awkward one-two backstep followed by an equally unceremonious tripping over your own feet and dragging Ricky down to the ground with you via-hand-on-wrist in what is perhaps the most disjointed dance routine you’ve ever had the luck to participate in. The wind escapes you as you hit the floor- luckily Ricky has some of the wherewithal to swing out his hands and try to catch himself- which means he doesn’t slam down atop you- but it does mean the hand he had held before of yours is now pinned above your head. “Ugh…” Ricky pushes himself off of your chest, his free hand pressed against the side of his forehead, “Well, now, didn’t that work just spectacularly… Are you alright?” He leans his hand back down to the space just beside your head and- uh… well, it doesn’t take very long for either him or you to realize the rather… compromising position you’ve been put in. And while Ricky is left seemingly searching for some word to say- you’re left staring up at his face- tinted a rare shade of red for Ricky, with his hair for once no-longer neatly slicked back but knocked forward by the tumble. You can’t do much- he still hasn’t let go of your hand, and you’re kept from turning away due to his arm on the other side of your head. An odd and sudden urge fills your thoughts from who-knows-where- your fingers twitch, then your reaching up towards his cheek, your mouth opens as if to speak- what do you say? What should you say? Apparently nothing- because your fingers are just inches from the side of his cheek when Ricky snaps away, hand releasing your wrist as he hops to his feet, already smoothing back down his hair. “Well, I’ll just- just assume you’re alright then. Now… I…” He clears his throat, “I hope you’re… satisfied, knowing I’m not ticklish so it would be… Useless to try, either way.”

V: From the smirk on their face and the fact that they definitely don’t look at all apologetic for having “accidentally” pinned you down at an almost uncomfortable close distance you’d take a wild guess and say that V probably planned this. Their hands rest loosely on your wrists- if you wanted to, you could easily pull them out and roll away- break away from their green-eyes gaze that seems to be growing slier each moment you stay. The silence hangs between you like a curtain, weighing down on your chest- say something, you want to tell them. Saying nothing, V releases one of your hands, their own brushing up the side of your neck, to your cheek and then your chin, they trace the bottom edge of your lip, stare once more flickering up to your face. The silence still weighs on your chest, on your throat and your voice. You nod your head, and V’s broad, roguish smile becomes even broader. They lean down and… kiss you on the cheek- all before promptly breaking out into hearty laughter and sitting back, up, and off of you. “Sorry, dear. What can I say? I simply couldn’t resist.” V gives you a crafty wink. “Tempting as it is.”