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ââ· â” âcountry boy and his clownâ
â¶Â phillip graves x oc/reader
ⶠcw. graves babygirl confused, funny banter, shadow boys, aloof OC, lots of jokes, third person <3
â¶Â note. this is basically my little drabbles collection that will accumulate into a long story at some point about my OC Leech xd she's also the ones in all the other MW2 fics i've written
everyone likes that new girl. all the boys were drawn to her and graves can't believe the god damn sight of it all.
on the first mission the damn girl had her little portable gaming device, graves didn't catch what it was called. she whistled as she played whatever game on it. graves felt a fuckin' tick itching on his face from the clicking and tapping.
"shut that god damn thing off, fucking hell."
the girl sighs, putting it into her cargo pocket. "Sorry, Commander." she listens well, at the very least.
graves walks over to her and within an instant she stands up and salutes him. "What they call ya'?"
she's a new transfer, a sort of trade off with a friend. graves needed someone like her but her age was somewhat of an issue, not that young but maybe not old enough to know the ropes of an elite company.
"leech."
the fuck? grave left a migraine forming in his head now. "what?""
"leech, sir."
"got a backstory for that one?"
she laughs, "of course, i would never pick it myself. bit some guy's carotid off during my first deploymentâi swear i didn't drink his blood thoughâ"
"i didn't think that," graves sighs, pressing his fingers between his brows. "continue on then, sergeant."
"yup yup."
she catches on quick.
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"get this thing open!"
she sighs, tapping away at her little computer in her crouched form. "look boss, you've given me 2 seconds how about you give me 10 more seconds and maybeâoh, look it's open, you're welcome."
graves can see this girl making him lose his will to live. but he was no patient man and well, she was far too chill and nonchalant for this type of work.
when they get inside she's on the computer right away, jamming combinations of numbers and symbols to get what he wanted from this place.
"yikes, lots of porn on here."
graves almost snaps his neck turning to her. "what?"
"joking, got what we need." she pulls out the drive from the computer and pocketing it. she pulls her gun from her side back into her hands. "time to find out way out, commander."
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"i don't think i've met anyone more annoying." graves admits.
shadow 1-1 laughs, "boss, she's pretty cool and she's cute."
"she's funny, she said her callsign was because she ate a live lizard on the fieldâ" shadow 1-2 mentions.
hes interrupted by 1-1, "wait what? she told me it's because she was sucking on her military ex-boyfriend's dick one time in the barracks and she accidentally cut off his foreskin."
"that's a fuckin' lie, if i've ever heard one."
1-1 takes offense, "yours sounds more fake than mine."
somehow this makes graves grab his head, what the hell has this girl been doing to my men. now it makes him doubt if the story she told him was even real.
she ponders, pursing her lips, "sir, i told you the real storyâit's just fun telling all the boys different shit, they all go around tellin' each other the wrong thing and it's funny when they all get confused."
the girl looks around aimlessly, seemingly waiting for him to say something. "alright, you're dismissed. see you tomorrow, leech."
graves sighs in his office, the girl in front of him now dressed in a more business attire even if her skirt was far too short and the buttons her shirt were on wrongâthe sheerness of that top too, jesus christ could she not afford a shirt didn't look like a piece of tissue? he could see her bra straps through the damn thing.
"are ya' lying?"
"maybe."
#phillip graves#graves fic#graves smut#graves mwii#graves x reader#graves x oc#cod oc#phillip graves fanfiction#graves fanfic#phillip graves x reader#phillip graves x oc
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I've realized that everyone's second season and onwards, there is constant talk of "nothing carrying over" and you can tell everyone kinda thinks that everyone else should forget who they were last season.
y'know, other then them. everyone has sorta been very, "Don't hold a grudge against me for past seasons! it's a totally different season!" and then they turn around and talk about their grudge towards a different person because of a PAST SEASON.
i love it. everyones alittle hypocritical!
#i don't mention anyones but it's about basically everyone#tho i don't think i've seen lizzie do it rn.#but everyone sorta does it at least ones#wild life smp#not tagging spoilers cause it really isn't. it's just a observation and it's happened multiple times in past seasons aswell! :D#life series#last life#double life#limited life#secret life#not tagging 3rd life cause their was no past seasons to hold grudges for (:#silly observation that i think people should think about more :3#also i kept messing up while writing this because i'm so extremely jittery. My hands a shaking because I am eepy and very hungry probably
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"#also can we talk about how lorenz is apparently looking for a bride and how#his dad hasn't arranged a wedding since he was 4 to a noble heiress or something?#the barbarians had that with Ingrid and Glenn" I was thinking how weird that is since the empire also does it (Ferd with Bern) but iirc there was that shadow text about someone from Daphnel being in an arranged marriage so I guess House Gloucester is a "the person chooses who to marry not the parents"? Then I thought about (1/2)
Greg's deal with Ludwig to marry their heirs was interesting on paper, but cancelled due to Bernie being, well, Bernie.
You can interpret kid!Emile meeting kid!Constance as Baron Bartels wanting to secure a wedding between his son and the elusive House Nuvelle's heir... but that's only conjecture.
But let's be serious a moment, doylist wise, we couldn't have too many arranged marriages, because the player is supposed to be able to ship whoever they want and even have Billy marry everyone - even the disembodied gremlin in their head :(
There was nothing taboo, or said to be taboo in Nopes, about Matthias snagging an Adrestian to Barbarian Land (tm), or House Gautier frowning because Lady Gautier 1 was an Adrestian - if she was a noble... it opens another can of worms, can you imagine Miklan being Caspar's cousin, if Lady Gautier 1 was, idk, a noble daughter from House Bergliez? Let say she was, Miklan couldn't inherit Gautier because no crust, but what about his stance/role/title in Bergliez? Could he just roll over Caspar's older bro (never named) if he had more muhrit or something like that, and become Leopold's heir - even if he's part Faerghan?
As you noticed, we had instances of arranged marriages with the shadow note about House Daphnel - are we really supposed to believe the traditional House Gloucester, who puts much emphasis on its lineage and what not, would have let Lorenz pick anyone (even if he has his own criteria!) while Erwin wouldn't have arranged anything at his birth??
Jugdral wise we could have some "doomed by inheritance" pairings in the second gen, where Patty would have to return to Jungby as its Duchess if her bro Faval inherits something else (or died),even if she married, say, Ced who's staying as the King of Silesse.
But for all of its supposed "Jugdral inspiration", Fodlan didn't go there, so we will never know what happens with international marriages and their potential consequences.
Fodlan HC : Ionius's great-grandmother (who was a concubine!) was a scion of House Blaiddyd so Gertrude, Supreme Leader's second oldest sister, popped up a minor crust of Blaiddyd at birth.
Of course tensions arose between Gertrude's mom and Ionius (because the relationships between Faerghus and Adrestia were soured since Lambert beat Ludwig during the Battle of the Eagle and the Lion during their year together at GM) and she was exiled. Gertrude was designed to be the first kid to be "experimented upon".
#anon#replies#FE16#10k years of lore everyone#iirc i think Anette mentions how GM welcoming students from all parts of the world encourages 'international' friendships and bonds#so it's an incentive to uh not fight ?#now that i think about it with the playable cast bar the supposed uwu friendship between the lords#we don't see anyone being friendly - to the point of being upset to fight them - with a member of another house#maybe bar constance who's naturally affiliated to the BE and regrets having to fight Mercie#3 nopes#rhea's masterplan to make garreg mach a matchmaking center#'if those people befriend each other they won't kill each other right? or at least think twice before doing it?'#of course the words of the archbishop of that time were twisted in 'fuck don't fight'#Seteth burnt that record even if the underlaying message wasn't that offensive#all jokes aside#if wedding/marriages and alliances were so important#Sylvain's philandering would have disastrous consequences but i guess Fodlan wasn't interested#in having serious writing about those issues and prefered to get the high school AU trope of 'the fuckboy'#Rip House Hresvelg's genealogy at this rate the kids can basically pop up any of the known crests at birth lol
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talking to new people again is making me realize that (this is gonna sound dramatic) i haven't lived in five years but what i have done is watch a lot of movies and read a bunch of books and believe it or not that actually makes me an interesting conversationalist in some ways (?)
#and like i say: brf slt#they don't know i'm crazy and as long as you're normal about it having seen a lot of movies just makes you come off as someone who's like#interested in culture i guess. which i am. but it's fun#and the books thing too and also knowing a lot about sociology#i have things to say jokes to make so in two months they haven't even realized i haven't lived a life yetđ#i didn't even do it on purpose the way it happened is in 2019 i was very depressed suicidal etc then i got better but i was focused on#like...idk. basically getting used to being okay with being alive again? then it was 2020 and we didn't have classes in person full time#until september 2021. that's how it was for university students here. i did hang out with people but no one i LOVED or actually became#close with and it's true that i could have tried harder but i didn't because guys i love being by myselfđđđ#then three years went by and now we're here. it's fine it's just that i don't have a lot of anecdotes that aren't old because LITERALLY#nothing has happened to me. nothing#that's not true i did talk about something semi-recent to my bff on friday it was about my 'friends' who hated on everyone the same way i#did when i was literally 12 and about how anxiety inducing it was because after a while i was like is this how they talk about me when i'm#not aroundđ€š i actually talked about that then. january or february 2023#this has been in my drafts for a week and i talked about the post i talk about in that last tag last week when i talked about my mutual who#blocked me that's the post she replied to to give me adviceđ#also it's funny i said they don't know i'm crazy and a guy asked me what my favorite tv shows were and i don't know why i actually gave him#my full list like it's funny because like i said they think i like like good movies and good television and interesting books and stuff#and i know the shows i told him made him reassess that (which is fine but it's just funny) and also i told him i'm watching gilmore girls#for the 18th time and he was like you're joking i was like hm...and then he was like no you're being serious because it's way too#precise...and THAT i could have not told him. i was like whyyy did i tell him that...but it's fine#HE HADN'T EVEN HEARD OF SUCCESSION? 34-year-olds...#i mentioned the sopranos a couple weeks ago and my future bff was like what is that and i was like ? then i asked two more people and they#didn't know the show either so i was like i'll ask him (34-year-old) i know he'll know the sopranos and he was like OBVIOUSLY i know#the sopranos it's supposed to be one of the best shows of all time and later i asked if he had seen succession and he'd never even heard of#it? crazy. i mean if it had been anyone else i wouldn't have thought it was crazy but i expected HIM to know succession
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It is only first month of 2024, and I've already lost not one but two subjects of nightmares, paranoia and reoccurring emotional torture. I really wish there was another way to get rid of these besides having extremely painful conversations.. but at least these scars are closing, one by one
#/vent#personal#and this time was like.. opposite of the previous one#previous one absolutely wrecked me with very ugly insight and basically made all puzzle pieces fall together#this one was just pain and crying and having my worst suspicions about other person AND self faced and confirmed#but again it got solved#I really want the power to move on without having a closure.#I hope I will be strong enough for it one day.#I just need to think..#I think I really should avoid other depressed/traumatised people until something can be done with how I react at perceived threats#(which is eternity because hell I know when I will be able to afford therapy. probably never with how my life situation is going)#as jarring as being close only with 'healthy' people would be I just can't make things worse for both me and them#until I can change my default response from aggression into avoidance I'll just stay away from anyone with depression#I say very terrible things when I feel threatened and it is way too easy to make me feel threatened. it is THE easiest thing in the world.#I won't survive without close friends anyhow but there is category of people that can't recover from these words normally#I mean I am ALSO this 'category'. I also hurt from awful words thrown at me for MONTHS don't I#it is very hard to be aware of my glaring flaws when everyone that points them out is outright malicious and wants me bullied off the Earth#and then everyone who does think I deserve my human rights either doesn't see my flaws or doesn't mention them#so at least discussing it without outright intention to harm me was helpful for a change#maybe one day I'll have a friend that can be open if I've hurt them a lot so I can work on it but that's another story I guess
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If you follow me and in any way, shape, or form think the Israeli civilians killed and kidnapped on 07Oct (including children! including old people! including goddamn peace activists working for Palestinian liberation longer than some of us have been alive!) *deserved* what happened by virtue of being Israeli? Do me a favor and unfollow me. This is me showing you the door, please see yourself out, I do not want to have a conversation with you about this. (See tags for caveat.) Because killing of non-combatants is never okay.
It literally does not matter which "side" you are on here. To be clear, I do not agree with being on any "side", this isn't a fucking sports match. These are real people being straight up murdered. Palestinian and Israeli. Both for having the misfortune to be born the wrong country or the wrong religion. That will always be wrong. Hamas is wrong. The Israeli government is wrong. Because killing civilians is always wrong. That's it. That's the takeaway. You don't get to say "Palestinians have a right to self-defense" as a justification for 07Oct. Self-defense does not extend to civilian targets. To non-combatants. To CHILDREN.
And to be quite clear, I will not accept "Israel has a right to self-defense" as a justification for the killing of Palestinian civilians but I'm largely not seeing that from Jewish leftists, including Israelis and including Zionists. I'm largely seeing them call for a ceasefire and for peace and condemn the Israeli government and its actions.
But I *am* seeing fellow western leftists, particularly non-Jews, defend Hamas and the 07Oct attacks in their desire to stand with Palestine. You have to stop doing that. Hamas are not the good guys, you can read their damn charter documents online. You can read analyses of them by experts - Hamas is a religious extremist group intent on imposing jihadist control over the entire region and eliminating all Jews. It's not something they've been secretive about. They routinely kidnap, torture, and kill PALESTINIAN peace activists who they learn have met with Israeli peace activists or in any way worked towards a 2 state solution. They use global aid donated to Gaza for themselves while letting their citizens suffer. Their most prominent leaders don't even live within Gaza, aren't even at severe risk. These are all things you can verify easily and readily just by doing some basic research anywhere that isn't Twitter, tumblr, or Al Jazerra.
So if you want to justify killing civilians? If you want to support a terrorist organization? If you are going to unilaterally condemn all Israelis for the crime of being citizens of a country whose government you disagree with? Please see yourself out. And when you do, please keep in mind that I am a nonzionist telling you to kindly consider availing yourself of the sea. I do not support Israel and I work with actual Palestinian liberation organizations when I can. I've been doing so for the better part of the past 5 years. I attend a synagogue that is actively involved in Palestinian liberation as well as the first nonzionist havurah in the US. I'm not exactly new to this.
But I am also a Jew. I do not support Israel, the government of the nation state, largely because I do not support the concept of nation states as a whole. I find the system inherently violent. But I *do* support, Israel, the people. I am a Jew by Choice. I have chosen to throw my lot in with Israel and her people. They are MY people. If you gleefully call for my people to be slaughtered, I want nothing to do with you.
#caveat that if we're actually friends you are free to reach out for a conversation about this#the no conversations bit applies only to followers#mutuals who are not irl friends i will allow good faith questions but know i will likely be less forgiving than if we were friends#also no content tags for this bc i really don't want it being found#but yeah i'm having a ROUGH time lately with all this#basically every single one of my jewish friends has a family member or friend on a casualty list#or a missing list from 07Oct#and if they don't they know someone who does#i have a friend from that havurah i mentioned who had 2 longtime friends in Israel affected#both were elderly peace activists living on kibbutzim and working for palestinian liberation#one was killed and the other taken hostage#and i just i can't handle the people saying 'everyone deserved it'#really? really???#did *they* deserve it#did the children killed deserve it???#(i have a dead sister if you tell me anyone ever deserves their child to die i will personally fight you)#oh and did the bedouins who were also at the music festival and also killed deserve it?#bc ya know hamas didn't just kill israeli jews that day#they also killed bedounis (who are generally considered palestinian)#bc hamas is an extremist terrorist group and that's what they do
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https://www.tumblr.com/qqueenofhades/743255237060689920/the-thing-that-confuses-me-about-the-dont-vote
The âdonât voteâ leftâs point is basically that, if Biden gets a second term, itâll basically signal that âTheyâll vote for us as long as weâre not Republicans, why donât we do some REAL fucked up shit, if we can get away with it?â It takes the power out of the peopleâs hands and places it firmly in the partyâs.
I canât completely disagree with that, my caveat is that thereâs no real alternative system or party in place, because top-down change is ineffective; a third party president has to contend with a two party congress.
Except no. This whole "Biden just wants to do as much fucked up shit as possible while not being a Republican, and if you give him a second term he'll do more fucked up shit deliberately to spite you" mindset is only possible as an interpretation if you a) deliberately and comprehensively ignore everything he has done to date, and b) you approach the situation with the maximum bad faith possible. Not to mention, the ultimate outcome of this Big Important Teaching Biden A Lesson is that Trump gets back into power and makes everything orders of magnitude worse, because he does in fact want to deliberately do evil shit to everyone and says so at every opportunity. There is not some magical happy alternative that springs into existence by not voting. If you choose this as a year to Teach Biden A Lesson, you are enabling Trump. Trump will be much, much worse. If you don't care about that, I still do not care what your Great Ideology is. You are not helping anyone and you are directly and irreversibly hurting everyone.
I made a post a few days ago wherein I mentioned that I want to assess Biden fairly, taking into account both strengths and weaknesses, but the rampant bad-faith, lying, misreading, misrepresentation, and open sabotage of him (especially by the online left; the GOP sometimes only wishes they were as good at turning Biden's voter pool against him) makes it really difficult to do that. My frustration with those people makes me just want to go "BIDEN IS GREAT THE END." I know he is a flawed old man (though by literally every account of a career spent in public service, he really does care about making the world a better place and any remotely good faith reading of his accomplishments thus far can see that). It is also very likely that he goes MORE left in a second term because he won't have to face the electorate again, he has always gone more left when pushed before, and he's not actually the scheming genocidal mastermind that leftist social media paints him as. Shocking, I know.
I know there are things in the world we don't like and don't want and want to stop, and therefore we blame our own president for not making it stop. But I have zero, no, none, absolutely none whatsoever sympathy for this pseudo-populist "WE NEED TO TEACH BIDEN A LESSON BY ELECTING TRUMP AGAIN, I AM VERY MORAL MUCH ACTIVIST" mindset. There's this funny thing about America wherein it is still (for now) a democracy. If Biden wins a second term, he can't run again. I would take literally anything these people said more seriously if they focused on developing their dream progressive successor for 2028 (and also figured out how to get that person elected and in a place to make real change) rather than cynically sabotaging Biden in the most consequential election year, again, of our lifetimes. If you don't like him now, find a way to make his successor a better option. Throwing a toddler tantrum and handing the country back to a senile, deranged, fascist, revenge-riddled, theocratic Trump HELPS. NOBODY. I still don't know how many times I'm going to have to say that, but yeah.
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Hey Danny!
A lot of people are asking for another Ito Yuki fic, and you mentioned you don't have any ideas. This isn't really a request, rather a suggestion...
Is Ito Yuki the jealous type? If he is...
So male reader is known as a player, right?. And basically, the idea is that his past conquests confront him, "why do I still see you with Ito Yuki when it's been more than a week?" And all that was happening. People also happen to continually confess to reader... This kinda builds up and leads to jealous sex, I guess? Oh, and you mentioned Ito Yuki also getting confessions, so maybe reader gets jealous, or Ito Yuki is trying to get reader jealous...
Idk, all this revolves around jealousy lol
It's all up to you-
Sorry if this isn't appealing in any way to you, just ignore me!
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warning âș This is an OC. His first post. Reader last name is Yoshida. Slut shamming. Homophobia. Decided to make jealousy more angsty/sad
plot âș Itâs been a month since youâve been dating Ito Yuki, itâs great but you soon find out everyone in school isnât exactly happy about that.
kinks âș praise, manhandling, semi-public sex, marking, creampie
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âYouâre joking. No way in hell youâre no longer single!â
You smiled smugly, puffing out your chest.
Thatâs right, you, resident playboy, was officially taken. Your friends, Sana and Ryun stared at you for a moment before they began to laugh. You frowned as they continued laughing, obviously not believing you.
âItâs true!â You whined, pouting your lips. âItâYuki even said heâs been into me since our freshman year!â
âWhy would he be into you?â Ryun asked, wiping at a stray tear from his face. It couldnât be that funny!
Sana sighed, rubbing at her chest. âYeah, no offense, Yoshida-Kun, but you arenât exactly relationship material!â
âI can be relationship material.â You muttered, mainly to yourself. Usually you never felt attacked by Ryun and Sanaâs words but this time you couldnât help feeling oddly offended.
Were you really not relationship material?
A knock on the door caused you to turn your attention to the front of the classroom. Everyone in the classroom got ready to sit as the teacher began to start the lesson.
But you couldnât pay attention. Well itâs not like you ever do.
All you could think about was Sana and Ryunâs words.
When it was finally lunch, you shot up from your desk, startling Ryun and Sana. You grabbed your bento box and sent them a playful wink.
âI got a date! Enjoy lunch without me, losers!â You teased, rushing out of the classroom. Your feet pattered against the ground as you practically dodged every student who got in your way.
A wide grin spread on your lips when you came face to face with your date: Ito Yuki. He was standing by the stairs, looking down at his phone when he heard your loud footsteps.
He glanced up to see you sprinting to him with the widest smile ever. Your cheeks hurt as you waved excitedly. Yuki only lifted his hand slightly to wave before you skid to a stop right in front of him. Well, tried to. It was hard to stop on recently mopped floors.
âWatch out!â You cried out, anyone in your path quickly moving to the side.
Just as you were ready to tumble down the stairs, Yuki easily caught you by the collar of your sweater. You let out a sigh of relief as he tugged you back up. Yuki raised an eyebrow as you gave him a thankful grin.
âAw~ You saved me!â You giggled, teasingly poking his cheek. To anyone else, Yuki mustâve looked annoyed but for the whole month you two have been dating, you could see the slight smile on his lips.
âYou canât run in the halls,â he said, spoken like a true student council president. You only gave him an apologetic smile. Youâd run in the halls again.
âRooftop?â
âMhm.â
You grabbed Yukiâs wrist and began tugging him up the stairs to the rooftop. He followed right behind you, occasionally telling you to slow down or youâd trip. The rooftop wasnât empty with a few other students eating there but you didnât care.
As you glanced around, trying to decide a perfect spot, Yuki subtly grasped your hand. You looked over as he guided you to a more secluded area. It was on the side of the entrance. Everyone else sat more to the middle of the rooftop.
You plopped down onto the ground as Yuki knelt down beside you. The two of you didnât say anything for the first few minutes as you ate in silence.
With anyone else, you wouldâve felt odd.
But with Yuki, sitting in silence was calming.
âAh.â You hummed, swallowing a big bite you took of your onigiri. âWhat do you want to do when we reach our six month anniversary?â
âHm. Iâll think about it.â Yuki said, reaching over to wipe something off your cheek. âYou eat like a child. How did you get some people to sleep with you.â
You grinned, using your free hand to tug down your sweater to show off your collarbone. âWith my sexy looks~â
âCover up or Iâll fuck you right here.â
âYuki!â You blushed. It was hard getting used to the fact Yuki was more perverted than he let on. Youâd think being a playboy would meant youâd have a higher sex drive but it honestly felt like Yuki was insatiable.
âThe school festival is in four days. What is your class doing?â Yuki asked, changing the subject. You fixed your sweater before stealing an egg roll from Yukiâs bento box. He only smacked your hand away when you tried to reach for another one.
âWeâre doing a monster themed cafe! Iâm going to be a werewolf barista.â You said, grinning.
âWill you wear a maid outfit?â
âPervert⊠No. Iâm a barista! Iâll be in pants.â
Yuki looked disappointed. You only shook your head. The two of you continued eating lunch talking about random things before the warning bell rang. You mentioned skipping to Yuki and he practically stared at you as if you said you wanted to kill his mother.
When you two walked downstairs, you were about to walk away to your classroom when Yuki gripped your arm. You hummed, looking back to ask what was wrong when lips pressed against yours.
Your eyes widen as you stared at him, unable to kiss back. He pulled away and his usual slight smile pulled on his lips.
âWait for me by the school gate after classes. Iâll walk you home.â He said.
âDonât youâŠâ
âIâll skip.â
You watched as he walked away, entering his classroom. You wouldâve stayed standing there until the bell rang again. That was your cue to quickly get to class.
Though you only thought about Yuki the entire time. You two werenât exactly hiding your relationship but Yuki was heavily against public affection and you werenât going to push it. The most he did was hold your hand.
That was the first time he ever kissed you in public, even if the hallway was empty when he did. The fact he did made you giddy.
To think you were missing out on the little things by only being with people for just a week.
You had previously feared youâd get tired of Yuki but you didnât want to leave him at all.
Ito Yuki had your heart at this point.
You absentmindedly doodled little hearts on your workbook, not noticing sharp eyes watching you.
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âHey, ready to walk home?â Ryun asked.
You shook your head, a giddy smile on your face as you clutched your school bag close to your chest. âNo can do! Iâm going home with Yuki. See ya!â You didnât wait for him or Sana to answer, rushing out of the classroom.
There was a pep in your step as you changed your school shoes to your sneakers, humming to yourself. You closed the shoe locker shut, turning around only to gasp to see someone behind you.
âHoly!!! Katori..?â You whispered, staring at the boy in shock. A nervous smile pulled on your lips as you bowed your head in a polite greeting.
Katori was one of your former dates. It lasted the usual week back in your second year. Though it had gotten a bit awkward when he ended up being in your class this year. Always so awkward when that unfortunately happened.
He was handsome, thatâs why you had sought him out. Tanned skin from playing baseball. An average height of 175 cm (nothing compared to Yukiâs 183 cm). Spiky black hair and sharp eyes.
You and Katori havenât exactly talked. Well you usually never talked to any of your past dates. Too awkward. Katoriâs face looked slightly angry? His eyebrows were furrowed while his jaw was clenched.
âAre you okayâŠ?â You asked, tilting your head.
âI saw you with Ito Yuki.â Was all he said, his gaze narrowed in on you.
âReally?â You muttered, confusion written on your face. âWhatâ?â
ââHe kissed you. Itâs been over a month since you asked him out.â
âYou saw that?â
âIt was out in the open.â Katori looked at you as if you were an idiot. âBesides that, why are you and Ito still together? Didnât you tell me you donât date?â
You frowned. âWhat? Why does that matter now? I told you that last year. I can change.â
The sound of banging caused your body to freeze up as Katori slammed his fist against the shoe lockers behind you. You stared at him with wide eyes, feeling the remaining students look at the outburst in shock.
âSomeone like you changing? Listen here, I donât know if you know this, but Ito is a friend of mine. I donât want you leading him on when all youâve ever been was the schoolâs resident slut, got it?â
A friend? Yuki was friends with Katori? You never noticed. You were a bit self-centered at times but Yuki never really mentioned his friends to you. Ryun and Sana had other friends that you donât remember the faces of.
âResident slut..?â You whispered. You knew your reputation wasnât exactly the best but was that what everyone thought of you? The fact no one was even helping, just staring at you was telling enough.
Did even Sana and Ryun feel that way about you?
âKatori.â A voice called out, catching everyoneâs attention. Everyone looked over to see Yuki walking over. You could see Sana and Ryun right behind him, a shocked look on their faces.
You almost felt embarrassed.
Katori pulled away from you. âItoââ
ââJust because schools over doesnât mean you canât get in trouble for fighting.â Yuki said, moving to stand in front of you. A thankful sigh left you as you felt safe with Yuki acting like a barrier.
âSeriously?â Katori rolled his eyes. âAre you dating him, Ito?â
âYes.â Gasps rung through the students. You couldnât help but grin. Yuki didnât even hesitate.
âI never thought youâd fall for his nonsense. Sleeping around with everyone in the school, he probably has diseases by now.â Katori shook his head. A few snickers were heard. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you stared down at your sneakers.
âYet you slept with him during your second year, having known his reputation. Iâm not childish enough to care.â
Katori looked up at Yuki in shock. âAre youâ? Are you seriously defending him?â
âHeâs my boyfriend. You were my friend.â Yuki reached behind himself and grabbed your hand, tugging you forward. He reached down and kissed your forehead. âMind your own business next time, Katori-San.â
With that, Yuki opened his shoe locker and changed into his outdoor shoes. He didnât even spare anyone else a glance as he dragged you out the schoolâs front door. It took a moment before you began to keep up with his brisk pace.
The walk home was silent but somehow still comfortable.
It wasnât until you were only a minute away from your home that Yuki finally said something.
âAre you okay? Iâm sorry he embarrassed you.â
You hummed. âItâs okay⊠Iâm guessing he saw you kiss me in the hallway. I hope I donât bring down your reputation.â
âI donât care about my reputation if it comes with the cost of hurting you.â
Your eyes widen as you glanced up at Yuki, your cheeks feeling warm. Yuki was staring straight ahead, his hand tightening itsâ grip on yours.
The rest of the walk home was quietâyou couldnât say anything. You reached your house just a second later. Just before you walked inside, you leaned on your toes to press a kiss on Yukiâs lips before rushing inside.
It felt as if your heart was beating out of your chest after kissing him. You felt happy.
But despite his reassurance, you couldnât help but think about what happened earlier.
Did.. everyone really view you with such disgust..?
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The school festival was in two days. Your class was excitedly getting ready for the monster themed cafe. You were helping a classmate pick out what sweets he should get to sell when Sana tapped you on the shoulder.
You excused yourself, following her out of the classroom. Ryun was standing there as well, a frown on his face. This couldnât be good.
You three havenât exactly been on talking terms.
It was childish to not talk it out with them but you werenât exactly in the mood. Or at the very least you wanted some time to gather your thoughts before bringing it up to them.
Looks like youâd get your chance.
âYouâve been avoiding us.â Sana said bluntly, crossing her arms across her chest. âWhat gives?â
âYeah, are you embarrassed about what happened on Monday with Katori? Itâs nothing new.â Ryun sighed. Sana quickly glared at him as you tilted your head.
âNothing new..? What do you mean?â
Sana shook her head. âPeople have been talking behind your back since second year.â She admitted. âNo one has ever said it out loud to your face before though.â
âYou guys knew and didnât tell me?â
Ryun shrugged. âIt wasnât like it was rumors. It was only things that were true. Besides, Sana and I always tease you about being a slut anyway.â
Your jaw clenched as you glared at them. âYou two are my friends! They are strangers! You were really allowing them to say those things without defending me?â
âWhat would we say, Yoshida?â Sana asked. âYou were sleeping around and everyone was curious to how you somehow hadnât had any STDs.â
âI practice safe sex!â You whisper-yelled, not wanting to attract a crowd. âDid you not think that it would hurt my feelings to learn that almost everyone in this school had a problem with me?â
âWell what did you expect?!â Ryun suddenly cut in. âYouâre a playboy, how is everyone supposed to think about you? Sleeping with a new person each week since first year is insane, Yoshida!â
âIs that really the only reason you havenât been talking to us?â Sana asked. âBecause Katori hurt your feelings?â
âHurtâ? Iâd like you to be able to be called a slut in front of everyone else and just bounce back with ease!â You didnât notice a few of your classmates beginning to pay attention to the little spat in the hallway. âYouâre my friends, I shouldnât have to explain that to you!â
âAre we really your friends? Because you wonât even allow us to call you by your first name. But Ito Yuki can after only talking to you for a month. Whatâs with that, huh?â Ryun spat out, inching close to you.
You frowned. âI told you before! Hearing my first name is weird! Not even my parents call me by my first name. I only recently started getting used to hearing it because of Yuki.â
âItâs like youâre ditching us for your new plaything.â Sana sighed, shaking her head. âWhat? Is he that good in bed? Weâve always been there for you, what happened, huh? Did sleeping around cause your brain to turn into jelly?â
âI doubt your relationship with him will last long,â Ryun cut in. âYouâll get bored soon and find a new shiny tool. You told us before, sticking with the same person gets boring. A slut like you needs new engagement all the time.
âWill you really cling so hardly on Ito when even he can drop you at any time? He has girls always chasing after him. Whoâs to say he wonât get uncomfortable about how everyone talks about you?â
Sana nodded. âIt was getting hard being your friend. The rumors were beginning to spread onto us. Sluts hang out together, thatâs what they were saying. Ito Yuki is too good for you, do you really want to drag him down with you like you dragged us down?â
You stared at Sana and Ryun in shock, their words beginning to tune out. It felt like a tsunami had passed through you. Was this how they fault all this time? When they were joking around with youâwas it how they truly felt this entire time?
It was too much. Your eyes flickered over to your classroom door to see your classmates staring at you. Katori there as well, staring at you with a wide smirk. You looked down at your shoes, your breathing getting heavy.
âOi!â A voice suddenly yelled, catching everyoneâs attention. The classmate you were speaking to earlier about what sweets to buy was suddenly standing in front of you.
He glared at Sana and Ryun before turning his attention over to your nosy classmates. âMind your own business!! You guys havenât finished decorating!â He yelled. The students quickly rushed back into the classroom.
Sana blinked. âSuzuki-San?â
Suzuki looked back over at you three. âIf you wanted to have a private conversation with Yoshida, you shouldnât have done it in the fucking hallway! Scram, I gotta talk to Yoshida about actual important stuff, like our school festival that is on Friday!â He glared at them before they reluctantly walked back into the classroom.
You kept your gaze down as Suzuki patted you on the back.
âThanks.â You muttered.
âIt was nothing. Living in a small town makes them hungry for any sort of drama,â Suzuki laughed. âYouâre the only interesting person in this whole school.â
Your gaze flicked up to Suzuki as you stared at his face. âHave IâŠ?â
âNo, no! Iâm straight.â
âOh. Why did you defend me?â
âWhat you do in the bedroom is none of my business. Besides, you wouldnât be a playboy if no one took you up on your offers.â Suzuki gave you a smile. âEveryone who got with you knew who you were. Iâve seen people that slept with you even call you a slut. I think theyâre just jealous you never wanted to date them.â
âJealous?â
âMhm. At first it was only a few people who constantly talked behind your back but ever since you and Ito-San started dating itâs gotten worse. A few of your exes are jealous they didnât get to âtameâ you.â
âTame?!â You gasped, the stray tears in your eyes being blinked away.
âYeah.â Suzuki hummed. âSome people that slept with you had the goal of becoming your partner. I always wanted to tell you but I had no proof, only word of mouth. Add in with that itâs Ito Yuki, student council president who had a recent âglow-upâ in the eyes of the girls, everyone has a reason to be mad.â
You were shocked for the most part. People wanted to tame you? Gross. You shook your head at the thought. But your worst fear was true. Yukiâs reputation was being dragged down because of you.
âHave they been talking bad about Yuki?â
âMhm. Especially Katori after Itoâs fight with him. Mainly people waiting until you give him a STD or you cheat on him. A few girls are upset that heâs gay, saying that you turned him⊠Whatever that means.â
Great. Absolutely great. You had knew that Yuki still got confessed to before he made it public that you were dating. Those girls never gave up even when Yuki turned them without a second thought. It wasnât like you thought heâd cheat on you.
It was more so that maybe of those girls would be better for him.
âThanks, Suzuki.â You whispered, wanting to just lay down.
âItâs nothing. I couldnât be a bystander anymore.â Suzuki admitted. âYou should get some water, Iâll tell the teacher when she comes back.â
You hummed and walked away, ready to chug some water from the water fountain. As you walked past some classrooms, you skid to stop in front of Yukiâs classroom.
You were curious to what they were doing for the school fair when you noticed some giggling. Your eyes landed in on a girl walking up to Yuki with a shy smile on her face. She was clutching a note to her chest as her friends practically pushed her to Yuki.
The girl wouldâve fell had Yuki not caught her. He helped her to her feet and was about to turn his attention back to the board when she tugged on his sleeves. You could only watch as the other students began to coo and giggle, watching the girl get ready to confess.
You wanted to stop it but your feet felt glued to the ground. The girls friends began chanting âconfessâ over and over again before the girl finally blurted out her confession.
She was cute, typical girl next door. The boys beside Yuki began to cheer Yuki on, patting him on the back. Did.. Did they not know you were his fucking boyfriend? That Ito Yuki had a boyfriend?
Someone said something that you couldnât hear properly. A few whispers ensue. You strained to hear them properly.
âWell, itâs not like Yoshida is known for staying with his partners for long.â
âYeah, heâs probably just using Ito-Kun anyway.â
âYoshida is so disgusting,â one of her friends laughed. âWhy wouldnât someone want Kaede-Chan! She isnât infested with 1,000 STDs! Right, Ito-San?â
âUhm, Ito-Kun⊠Are you really in love with Yoshida..?â Kaede whispered, her doe eyes staring up at Yuki. âIâve had a crush on you since first year, I doubt Yoshida has liked you as long as I have. He probably doesnât even know you likeââ
You couldnât hear anymore. You sprinted away.
Tears were streaming down your face as you ran up the stairs to the rooftop. You just wanted this cruel day to end. To think all these three years your school has viewed you as parasite the entire time. Your own friends was getting tired being your friend.
And you might lose your boyfriend to a girl that was better for him in the eye of the school hierarchy.
You bursted through the rooftop door and crashed into the walled fence. Your fingers gripped at it as you rest your forehead against the cool metal. Heavy hiccups left you as you tried to calm down.
Maybe if you had been normal.
If only you werenât a playboy.
No matter, youâd set Ito Yuki free.
Even if you didnât want to.
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You clutched your school bag to your chest as you stood by the school gate. It had been two hours after school, you were waiting for Yuki to finish with his council president duties. He had texted you to go home but you hadnât responded.
This needed to end.
â(Name)-Chan?â
Your heart fluttered as you looked back to see Yuki. He had his usual slight grin as he walked over to you. But it quickly dropped when he took in your puffy red eyes.
âWhat happened?â He asked, his hand reaching out to touch you but you quickly stepped away. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at you. âAre you okay?â
You only nodded. âYeah, I just. Uhm. We should break up.â
It was silent before Yuki let out a laugh. âFunny. What really happened?â
âNo. We should break up.â You said louder, standing up straight.
Yukiâs fox like eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. âWhat the hell are talking about? You want to break up?â
âYea, we arenât compatible. We donât even really know each other.â
âWe were getting to know each other. Donât give me bullshit reasons.â
âWe just shouldnât be together!â
âWhy?!â
âBecause Iâm the schoolâs resident slut and you deserve someone like Kaede!â You yelled, feeling your eyes water as you quickly looked away. âBesides Iâm⊠Iâm bored. Iâm used to having a new partner each week! I canât.. I canât stay with one guy.â
âKaedeâ? Did you see the confession? I rejected her.â
âI knew you wouldâŠâ
âThen what? You think that I really believe you canât stay faithful? Whoâs been feeding this bullshit to you?â
âItâs true! Iâve practically fucked everyone in this damn school, you were just another week. I.. I even talked about how virgins are the best partners!â
You looked back at Yuki, wanting to get this over with. But to your shock, Yuki almost looked hurt at your words. Fuck, you couldnât just break things off easily, could you? You mentally cursed yourself for telling that when a grin pulled on Yukiâs lips.
It wasnât a grin that reached his eyes.
âYou act like I donât know what type of person you were before I said yes. I even knew your fucking catchphrase! You think I didnât know what you usually liked in a partner? Yoshida (Name), Iâve liked you since our first year, I only ever wanted you. I donât care what everyone else thinks.â
You looked away, shaking your head. âWe wouldnât last anyway! Iâm not the type of partner you would want to bring to your parents! Iâm known as a slut by every student in this school, whoâs to say no one else knows?! Weâre not that big of a town!â
â(Name)âŠâ
âJust let me break up with you before I drag you down with me.â
âYouâre so childish.â
You bristled, biting your lip. âWhatever. Weâre over.â You quickly walked away, not looking back even as Yuki called your name.
This was for the best, even if you didnât want it to be.
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âWho pissed in your cereal?â
You glanced up from your pillow to see your mother staring at you with a bowl of noodles. She gently placed them on your desk and sat down on the chair, turning it to face you.
âWhat happened, Plum? You look miserable.â
You only whimpered, shaking your head. âI found out⊠that Iâm the schoolâs resident slut..â
A slight laugh left your mother. âSo? So was I.â
Your eyes widen. âWhat?â
âMhm. I slept with almost every boy in my grade level. They were pretty bad for the most part. I didnât stop until I met your dad in college.â Your mom said, sighing at the mention of your father. âA hunk. Great in bedâah well you donât need to know that.
âWait, have they been bullying you? Do I need to visit the school?!â She asked, a frown on her face.
âNo. That would be even more embarrassing.â
She sighed. âIf you say so. But that canât be the only reason.â
âI found out Sana and Ryun were spreading the rumors behind my back.â
âExcuse me?â A look of anger spread on her face as her upper lip turned up into a snarl. âI need to get their keys back. How dare they hurt my baby behind his back! Did anything else happen?!â
âI broke up with my boyfriend to protect his reputation.â
âWell thatâs a bit dumb.â
You frowned, looking over at her. âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat I said. Thatâs dumb. Who cares about high school reputation? Was your boyfriend bothered by you being called the schoolâs slut?â
âNoâŠâ
âThen what makes you the one who gets to decide that the relationship ends?â
âIâŠâ
Your mother gave you a smile. âYou tried to do the right thing even if it was a bit silly. If your boyfriend wasnât bothered by it, you canât just decide he was. What it really was is that you were probably jealous or even scared that he would think he could do better than you. So you wanted to end it before he could hurt you.â
Why did your mother have to be so smart?
She got up and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. âTry to make up with him, if he was really upset about the breakup, heâd want you back quickly.â With that, she left the room, letting you wallow in your thoughts.
Maybe you really did screw up.
Shit, would Yuki even forgive you if you came crawling back?
You groaned. You just wanted to sleep.
If only you just talked it out with him.
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âSorry, this is all we have. Someone forgot to buy fake hair.â
Suzuki helped you tied the fluffy tail to your waist. You slipped on the headband with furry ears as you glanced at the mirror. It was the school festival. You were dressed as the werewolf barista though you looked more like a dog. You wore a white button up with black slacks.
You glanced over at Suzuki to see him dressed as a vampire. He was dressed similar to you but with fake fangs and a bit of blood on his face.
âItâs so hard to talk with these fangs.â Suzuki groaned, slipping them back on. You only grinned as you placed the food on the table. Your eyes glanced around the classroom that was turned into a spooky cafe. Everyone was dressed up as some sort of monster.
You didnât pay any mind to Sana and Ryun, not wanting to talk to them. They also made no effort to speak to you. Your mom really did get the spare keys she gave them back, basically banning them from your house.
It still hurt, realizing you lost two childhood friends.
Though you technically gained Suzuki. He was cool and didnât talk badly about you behind your back.
Small victories.
The festival finally began at 5:00 pm. Everyone in town was welcomed. At first your classâs cafe wasnât gaining much attention. Suzuki looked a bit worried so you tried to come up with an idea.
You walked out of the classroom, looking at the groups of people attending the other classes. As someone passed by you grabbed their arm. The person was a girl, one of your past dates, Kazuha.
Kazuha flinched, probably shocked before she saw it was just you who grabbed her. She grinned. âYoshida-Kun! Ah you look so cute! Lemme take a picture.â She pulled out her camera and quickly snapped a couple of pictures before you could even attempt to pose.
You forgot she was apart of the photography club.
âAnyway, whatâs up?â She asked, giving you a kind smile.
âAh, my classes cafe isnât gaining enough of attention⊠Could you help us gain some traction? I donât know what to do.â
Kazuha hummed, nodding her head. âLucky for you, I still find you cute.â She teased. âLeave it to me, Yoshi!â With that, she sprinted off before you could even ask what her plan was.
She was only gone for a few minutes before coming back with a pep in her step. âGuess what?â
âWhat?â
âYouâll be kissing whoever spends over five dollars at the cafe! Just a kiss on the cheek, donât worry.â She said, a smug smile on her face.
You almost complained that you were taken before remembering that no, you werenât. âI doubt anyone would be that interested in kissing me.â You said, frowning.
Turns out you were wrong.
It didnât take long before a group of students came over, looked to be the volleyball team. They practically bought everything. Suzuki had to tell a classmate to bring out the extra food they had stored.
âCan we also take a picture?â One of the boys said, a shy smile on his face. You only mutely nodded, taking a few selfies with them. There wasnât anyone on the volleyball team you had dated, they were mostly filled with first years.
You gave each boy a quick peck on the cheeks, every single one practically giggling excitedly when you pulled away. After they left, a group of girls came in. They quickly bought some food before rushing over to you.
âYouâre so cute! Can I take a picture instead of the kiss??â
âYou should be an idol! So cute.â
âAh, thanks.â You blushed, taking a quick selfie with each girl. âAre youâŠ?â
âWeâre first years!â One girl answered. âI heard so many weird rumors about you but youâre so shy in person!â She said, giggling.
âIâve only heard third years talk bad about you.â
âAh, right! So homophobic too,â the one with bangs rolled her eyes. âDonât let them bother you. Theyâre just jealous youâre cute. Are you supposed to be a dog?â
âA werewolf.â
âWell itâs a good attempt!â
âAhah, thanks. Please recommends us to any friends!â
It seemed like first years either didnât care or possibly didnât know about your reputation. It made sense, you didnât attempt to sleep with any first years. You mainly stuck to people in your year, only a few second years ever got the chance with you.
Well that was good, only third years hate you.
A few more people came in after. Again, mostly first and second years. The food was almost out before it even reached 7 pm.
âEveryoneâs going to be kissing your feet after this,â Suzuki grinned. âWe wouldâve been screwed without you.â
Kazuha hummed, âand without me! I was the one who came up with the plan.â
âWhy are you even here? Donât you have your own class to bother?â Suzuki rolled his eyes while Kazuha just sent a smug grin.
âIâm mainly surprised people really wanted a kiss from me.â
âWell you are attractive.â Suzuki said bluntly. âIn my personal opinion, youâre the schoolâs heartthrob, not Ito Yuki.â
Kazuha nodded in agreement. âI mean, it wasnât like you ever ran out of people to date.â
âMhm.â You glanced around the makeshift cafe, everyone beginning to wine down. A few students even taking off their costumes now. You fixed your tail, popping open two buttons of your shirt to get cool. âLooks like we might have to close up early, thereâs only two sweets left.â
âOh! Let me have them for free!â Kazuha grinned.
âNo way! Pay like everyone else!â Suzuki glared at her. He took out his fake fangs and sighed in relief, tossing them in the trash. âIâm never wearing that thing again. I think it scraped my gums.â
âReally? Let me check.â You leaned in, motioning for Suzuki to open his mouth. He complied and leaned down so you could get a clear view. There did look to be a small little wound on the right side of his gum. âAh, it looks like it irritated the right side. Nothing cut open though.â
âOh thatâs good.â Suzuki hummed. âAnything else?â You leaned in even closer, reaching up to gently grasp Suzukiâs jaw so you could tilt his head down.
âUh⊠Yoshi⊠Suzuki. We have a customer.â Kazuha whispered, her voice weirdly quiet. You glanced over at her, confused on why she was sounding like that. Plus it wasnât like your other classmates couldnât handle the customer.
Suzuki pulled away from you, no longer blocking your view of the front door of the classroom.
Your breathing hitched at who was at the door.
Ito Yuki.
And he didnât look happy at all. His hair was slicked back with gel, a singular strand pulled over his face. Dressed in a suit and tie, you couldnât help but be memorize at how handsome he looked.
He walked into the classroom, heading straight towards you. He practically ignored Suzukiâs greeting and grabbed the last two sweets left on the main table.
âAre these two together over five dollars?â He asked, his gaze only on you.
âYeah.â Suzuki answered before you could. âAre you going to take up our offerââ
Suzuki didnât get to finish when Yuki tossed the sweets back on the table and stepped right up to you. His hands gripped your waist, one sliding up to cup your neck as he pulled you in for a kiss.
Your eyes widen as you could only grip at his shirt in shock. His eyes narrowed in on yours as he pressed your body against his. A strangled moan left you as he bit your bottom lip, easily turning the peck into a hungry kiss. His tongue immediately slipped into your mouth as you felt your legs turn into jelly.
It almost felt hard to breathe as he kissed you breathlessly. He chased your mouth when you attempted to pull away for some air. His tongue was exploring your mouth as if he was hungry and he wouldnât survive without the taste of you.
The fact your classmates were still in the classroom wasnât lost on you. Sure, you werenât particularly shy about asking out people in public or shamelessly flirting with PDA, this was brand new. Especially when Yuki wasnât into public affection.
Your moans were hardly muffled by Yukiâs mouth, though it seemed to spur him on. His grip on your waist slipped down before grabbing a handful of your ass. A shameful squeak left your lips when he finally decided to pull away.
The only sound that could be heard was your heavy breathing. Yuki only stared down at you before moving to grab your hand instead of your ass.
Kazuha and Suzuki looked shocked to say the least. Though Kazuha gave you a thumb ups with a smile, nodding her head. Suzuki looked mostly traumatized at the sudden make out sesh. A few of your classmates were whispering but you couldnât hear them properly. You could feel Sana and Ryun staring at you.
Katori looked pissed but that only made you happy.
âYou can clean up without him,â Yuki simply said, looking at Suzuki.
Suzuki only let out a soft âhuhâ as Kazuha quickly nodded, a grin on her lips. âOf course, of course!! Go have fun you too! Be safe!â
Yuki hummed and began dragging you out of the classroom, not waiting for you to even attempt to refuse. As they walked out, Suzuki glanced back at the two sweets left on the table.
âHe didnât payâŠâ
You had to pick up the pace to keep with Yukiâs long strides. Though finally out of your classroom, you got to see what the other classes did for the festival. When you passed Yukiâs classroom, it looked like their theme was mad scientist cake decorating.
You wondered where his lab coat was but didnât think heâd be in the mood to answer such a question right now. He finally came to stop when he reached the student councilâs room and pulled you inside. The door closed with a slam as he turned the lock.
Now that you two were alone, it suddenly dawned on you that you were broken up for only two days. When it almost felt weeks. Wow, you were a simp for him at this point.
âWhat was that?â He asked, his jaw tense.
âWhat was what?â
âSeriously? You break up with me two days ago and suddenly allowing everyone to kiss you for a school festival?â
âI didnât come up with it⊠Kazuha thought it would be good to help us with sales. I didnât even think people would be interested in kissing me.â
âYou have such low self esteem for being a playboy,â Yuki said, letting out a joyless laugh. âYou think people slept with you so easily for only week without being physically attracted to you?â
âIâŠâ You shook your head. âAnyway what was that?! You just kissed me in front of everyone! You told me you donât like public affection.â
âI had to make sure no one got the idea that you were suddenly single.â Yuki easily confessed. âYour class seems to be the one spreading most of the rumors around school, theyâll let everyone know that youâre mine.â
âBut⊠Iâm not yours. I ended the relationship.â
âYeah, without my feelings being taken into consideration. I thought about it, weâre not breaking up. You canât just end things.â
âYuki, Iâm not good for you. I donât want to bring you down.â
â(Name), itâs fucking high school. Who gives a shit what they think? Do I have to fuck you brainless to make you understand that I want you no matter what they think?â
You blushed, looking away in embarrassment.
Yuki let out a laugh. âThatâs all you need.â He grabbed your arm and pulled you close, his free hand reaching up to cradle your face. âIâll fuck you until you understand youâre never leaving me. Iâve waited so long for youâIâm not letting other peopleâs jealousy take you away from me.â
His hands grabbed your button up and easily tore it open, buttons popping loose. You gasped as you tried to salvage the shirt but he easily pulled it off. The roomâs cool air brushed against your skin.
You looked up at Yuki, eyes wide. âIn here?!â You whispered, remembering the third floor wasnât exactly empty.
âMhm.â Yuki took off his glasses, placing them on your face. Your vision was blurred from the prescription. When you attempted to take them off he gripped your wrist. âKeep them on. Iâm still angry at you.â
A gulp left your throat as you watched a blurry image of Yuki. You could still make out what he was doing but could no longer see his face clearly. Cold hands pressed against your stomach, causing you to tense up. He slowly pushed you back until you laid down on the table.
âDo you know why I like you?â He suddenly asked. You only let out a confused hum. âWhen I moved to this town, I was pissed. From Tokyo to something so minuscule. Besides, I was a new kid coming to a high school where the kids knew each other since elementary.â
Wet lips pressed against your stomach. You gasped, looking down to see but Yuki reached up and gripped your face. He pushed your head back to rest on the table before pulling away.
âI didnât think anything of you until I saw you in that maid outfit. Then I noticed how you portrayed this persona of yourself: the smooth talking playboy but deep down you were cute when you thought no one was looking.â
You clamped your hands against your mouth to muffle the surprised moan that left your throat. Yukiâs teeth sunk into your stomach as he bit hard on your soft flesh. He left two more marks, each harder than the first.
âYou were more sensitive than you let on. I noticed whenever your dates didnât go through the full week with you that you would get sad. Pouty and moping around the halls until you find a new person.â
His hands grasped your waist. His thumbs gently digging into your skin. Soft kisses pressed against your stomach, his tongue teasing your belly button. He unbuckled your tail, letting it lay dejected on the floor. But then his teeth bit into your skin, earning a loud squeak from you.
âAnyone who even looked at you wrong made you upset. I only watched you from afar, you never made an attempt to ask me out. But I always watched you ask out other people. That stupid catchphrase of yours got on my nerves.â
The sound of fabric tearing caused your hips to flinch as cool air conditioner teased your now bare thighs. His mouth immediately bit at your inner thigh. His hands held your hips down to stop you from bucking away from his touch.
âI wondered all the time if you would just stay that way. Asking out people and leaving them after the week. How could that be satisfying to you? But during our summer break after our first year, I came across you at the park. I saw you crying your eyes out.â
Your eyes squeezed shut at the mention of that incident. His glasses slid down your nose from your constant movement. Yuki moved to your left thigh, biting hard on the skin. You whimpered, one hand reaching down to grip his hair.
âI wanted to talk you but your friends ended up coming over. All I could think was that I never wanted to see you cry like that again. The thought of you frowning made me angry. Those feelings towards you mightâve just been infatuation but I knew I wanted you in my arms.â
âYukiâŠâ You moved to sit up when his hand immediately pushed you back into the table. You grunted in surprise, his glasses falling off your face from the force. It toppled to the ground, one of the lenses cracking from the force.
You looked back up to quickly apologize for not protecting his glasses when you finally got a good look at Yuki. His eyes were red. He was.. crying?
âI didnât say you could speak.â He said, his voice harsh. If you hadnât seen his faceâyou wouldnât have thought he was crying. âI was ready back then to just watch you from afar. You didnât seem to want a permanent relationship and I wasnât going to force myself on you. But then you asked me outâŠâ
He looked down at your thighs, his hands moving to your hips as his fingers teased your boxers.
âAt that moment, I knew I couldnât admire you from afar anymore. You were within my grasps and I needed to make you mine. Make you obsessed so you wonât want anyone else.â He let out a joyless laugh. âI knew exactly what you were saying when you mentioned the week being over. But I wasnât going to allow you to leave me.â
His hand grasped your boxers as he glanced up at your face. He didnât say anything as he slowly began to tear the fabric open. You blushed, your body suddenly feeling hot at the sight.
âYou know, Yoshida (Name).â He whispered, a grin on his face. âYouâre the prettiest boy Iâve ever met. And Iâm so fucking angry that you decided to end our relationship without thinking about me. But itâs okay, you just donât see yourself the way I see you.
âHit me three times if you need to stop.â Was all he said. He grabbed the torn fabric of your shirt and used it to blindfold you. You whimpered, gripping at his arm just to make sure he didnât disappear. âYou canât be loud, the festival is still going on. Though I donât mind if everyone learns how good I fuck you.â
You bit your lip as his hand grasped your cock. His thumb rubbed against your slit, teasing it slowly as you withered beneath him. Now having your sight gone made the feeling more intense for some reason. You wouldnât know what he was going to do until you felt his touch.
His hand released your cock, letting it plop against your stomach. Your body twitched as you waited for him to touch you again. When you didnât feel anything you began to whine.
Your hips twitched when something wet teased your hole. âW..What was that?!â
âShh, itâs lube.â
âYou carried lube to school?!â Two fingers rubbed against your hole, spreading the cool lube. A gasp left your throat when Yuki slowly pushed in two fingers at once. The burn was strong as your back arched against the table.
âI didnât. A friend gave it to me.â
âYou..Youâre friendsângh⊠friends with someone who brings lube to school?!â
âMhm. Itâs good to have friends with different interests.â
âDifferent interests⊠ah!â
The squelching of the lube filled the room as you bit your lip, trying to muffle your whimpers. You could hear people walking past the room. It shouldâve made you anxious but honestly you felt so horny.
Yuki curled his fingers, rubbing right against your prostate. A wet cry left your lips. Your hands digging into the table for some form of purchase.
Before you could reach your high, his fingers pulled out. It was silent for a momentâonly the sounds of people walking past. You briefly wondered if he left when something pressed against your ass.
His hands gripped your waist, keeping you still as he slowly thrusted into your hole. You clamped your hand over your mouth to muffle the moan from the stretch.
âI wanted to mess with you more but we canât stay in here for too long.â
Your vision blurredâthe soft blues of the moonlight stabilizing your sight. Yuki tossed your makeshift blindfold onto the pile of torn clothes. You gazed up at him, finally able to properly take him in once more.
His hair was messy. The sleekness gone. Bangs threatening to fall over his face as he ran his hand through his strands. His eyes were still puffy and red.
âYuki⊠Iâm sorry.â You whispered.
Yukiâs eyes widen, just a bit as he stared down at you. It was still hard to really tell what he was feeling through expression alone. You wanted him to say something, to say if he forgave you or not.
âYouâre still not off the hook.â He finally said, a slight smile on his lips. âIâll punish you properly another time. For now, Iâll show you just how much I love you.â His hands reached up and grasped your waist, pulling you to the end of the table.
A shuddered gasp left your lips as he slowly thrusted in deeper. Your hands gripped at his bicep, body gently moving at his rhythmic thrusts.
Yuki leaned down and pressed a kiss to your neck. His mouth kissed down to your collarbone as he bit at your skin. You whimperedâhis hips picking up in pace.
The sound of skin slapping bled into the room with your raising pitch in moans. Your legs wrapped around his waist to bring him in even closer.
âI like you.â Yuki suddenly whispered, lips pressed against the underneath of your chin. He slammed his hips against your ass, earning a loud cry from you. You quickly bit your lip to try and muffle yourself as he kept a faster pace.
âI like your smile.â His fingers dug into the soft skin of your hips. âI like your laugh. I like your eyes.â Hips slammed into you, holding its position as his cock grazed your prostate. âThat smile you have whenever youâre going to be a menace.â
Your nails dug into his back as small gasps left you. His cock was now repeatedly rubbing against your prostate. Your toes curling from the pleasure as you had to fight everything fiber of your being to not scream out.
â(Name)-Chan.â Yuki whispered, grunting when you involuntarily tightened around his cock. He let out a chuckle. â(Name)-Chan, I love you.â His voice soft and sweet, a stark contrast to his harsh thrusts.
You were going to say something but Yuki didnât allow you. He kissed you, pressing his body against yours as he was unforgiving in his pace. His hips slammed into your ass as the sound is skin slapping filled the room.
You didnât even attempt to muffle your moans. Your prostate constantly rubbed and pressed against with his animalistic thrusting. Yuki greedily swallowed your moans as you pulled him closer.
It didnât take long before you reached your high, your back arching as you came. Yuki didnât let up, fucking you through your orgasm. Your hands trailed up to tangle in his hair as you felt his cock begin to twitch.
Yuki pulled away from the kiss, your mouths barely touching as you took deep breaths. His hips stuttered as he let out a low groan, gripping your hips as he slammed deep inside. Something warm coated your walls as you let out a whimper.
You couldnât be mad about him not using a condom. At least not right now. You quickly kissed him again. It was a slow kiss, the previous hunger finally satiated.
âI⊠I love you too.â You whispered, pulling away from the kiss to look him in the eye. âWhat⊠should we do for our sixth month anniversary?â
Yuki raised an eyebrow as he let out a laugh. âSo suddenly?â He leaned in, his nose rubbing against yours. âItâs actually our first day together as a couple, since we just got back together.â
âReally?â You asked. âBut you didnât ask me out yet.â
Yuki pulled away as he stared down at you. He reached down and gently cradled your face, his thumb rubbing against your lips.
âHey, do you wanna make out?â
It took a moment before it fully registered. Your lips quivered as you let out a laugh, shaking your head. âShit⊠It sounds so stupid when you say it back.â You sighed, a bit embarrassed that the sentence was your catch phrase for so long.
âDo you?â Yuki simply asked.
You looked up at him and grinned. Your eyes felt teary as you whispered,âMhm. Letâs make out.â
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âIâve had a crush on you since first year, I doubt Yoshida has liked you as long as I have. He probably doesnât even know you likeââ
ââAre you guys done?â Yuki cut her off, brushing off a hand that touched his shoulder. He glanced around the room before sighing. â1,000 STDs? Are you all five? Yoshida (Name) is my boyfriend.â
Kaede stared up at Yuki in shock. âButââ
ââBut nothing. This class is supposedly filled with students who test the best, so I assumed you wouldnât be so childish. Speaking such nasty language about my boyfriend in front of me is insane. Get it through your head, Iâm dating Yoshida (Name), and I wonât ever date someone like you, Kaede. Now everyone get back to planning.â
The room was silent as Yukiâs classmates slowly began to get back to their assigned tasks. Yuki paid Kaede and her friends no mind as they consoled the girl. A snicker left the girl beside Yuki.
âShit, Yuki! That was crueler than normal. I thought you were going to punch someone!â Maki laughed, âYouâre really serious about Yoshida-San, huh?â
Yuki glanced over at Maki. âCourse I am. Heâs my first and only boyfriend.â
âOnly..? Like you wonât.. date men after Yoshida-San?â
âNo. (Name) is the only person Iâll date ever. Weâre never breaking up.â
Maki only laughed before awkwardly stopping when she noticed Yukiâs serious face. âYouâre weird sometimes, Yuki.â
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âYouâre⊠cute.. as a maidâŠâ
Yuki felt as if he was going to pass out. You stood in front of him, dressed as a maid for the first yearâs class festival. He was shorter back then, thick square glasses that did nothing for his looks. You didnât have to look up at him like you do now.
You tilted your head at him, the long hair of your wig moving in tandem. A slight grin pulled on your lips as you gripped the edge of your dress, teasingly pulling it up to show a sliver of skin not covered by your stockings.
âI know~ But I can be sexy too.â You dropped your dress, giggling as if you didnât just sexually tease Yuki. âThanks, Ito~â You skipped away to your friends, your skirt swishing with your movement.
Yuki learned three things that day.
He has a thing for cute things
You looked good in feminine outfits
He reacts like a Victorian man at the sliver of skin
As well as another thing, staying as your admirer was proving harder each day.
He just didnât know how lucky he would get in his third year.
Had to put in some last minute feminization because thatâs literally Yukiâs whole kink. Just didnât fit into this chapter well. Anyway, love exploring angst and fluff! Excited to write chapter 3 cuz itâll be graduation time!!
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I Laugh Like Me Again... She Laughs Like You
Pairing: Azriel x Reader
Description: Whether in the solitude of his room or surrounded by family, all Azriel can think about is you. He would give anything to hold you one more time.
Warnings: Angst, Mourning, mention of suicide
Word Count: 3652
Notes: I don't even know where this came from. I was listening to sweet music by hozier and thought "what if I gave Azriel more trauma". The idea popped into my head and it basically wrote itself. I can't believe I have to say this but with this fandom I'm not risking it: this wasn't written to hate on Elain (or any other character) or incite anyone else to do so. Keep your stupid fights off my post, please and thank you. Hope you enjoy!
Part 2
Another family dinner at the river house meant another night of watching everyone around him happy and in love. Azriel didn't think of himself as egotistical, would never think the love his brothers are experiencing is undeserved either, but it reminds him of a time where he was the only one in the Inner Circle with a partner, of when his brothers were the ones confessing to him how jealous they were of how he had found someone that loved him so much, of a time he never thought would have an end. It reminds him of you.
He looks himself in the mirror as he buttons up the navy shirt, trying to ignore the vacant room behind him. If you were here with him you would have been making jokes about his insistence on keeping the blue theme going in his clothes even though he swears he doesn't think too much about what to wear or his appearance in general.
On a good day, you'd be helping him with the small buttons right now, with shadows swirling around your legs and looking up at him the way you knew would take his breath away every time. On an even better day, he'd have your back pressed against his chest, his fingers inside your familiar heat, the other hand wrapped around your throat so you could watch him play with your body, panting his name and clawing at his arm, pleading with him to keep going, to let you touch him. He'd be late for an entirely different reason, not for getting held up talking to his spies, and then getting lost in his memories.
Sensing his thoughts, his meddling shadows move to his desk, filtering into the drawer they knew held a small velvet box. The dark wisps carefully picked it up and set it on top of the dark wood. Leaving it there and moving back to their original places around the darkened room, letting him decide for himself if he wanted to open it or not.
It had been a while since the last time he touched it, busy as he was these days. There were times he would sit and look at it every day, sometimes without even daring to open it and look inside. But there were also times where even the sight of the navy velvet would suddenly suffocate him with the reminder of your sweet scent, one he would never be able to smell again. It would make him hide the box at the back of his drawer, the back of his mind.
Over the last few years, his reactions to it had gotten milder, an unwilling acceptance of the fact that he would never see you again allowed him to reminisce on the happy memories you had together, even the sad ones, every little fight you had seemed so inconsequential now, he'd give anything to be able to have any moment with you back, to hear you say his name one more time.
He walks to the desk, only hesitating for a beat before grabbing and opening the box. His heart throbs as he stares at the ring sitting inside, thumbing at the empty space left behind by it on his finger instinctively. He had never liked rings, didn't like anything that brought attention to his hands or rubbed against the rough skin but the moment you slid the silver ring into his finger it felt right, he had never wanted to take it off. Azriel would wear a ring on each finger if it showed the world he was yours.
He wore the ring for an entire decade after you died, even after all hope that you could still be alive had left him, he couldn't bring himself to let go of it, to let go of you. His mother had been the one to tell him he needed to stop wearing it, that holding onto it, onto the past would only bring him more heartache. He could still hear her begging him with tears in her eyes, not bearing to see her son in such a state, but he had only actually taken it off when Rhys was taken by Amarantha.
He had thrown the ring into the Sidra that night. He's not sure if it had been anger, frustration or simply hopelessness that drove him to it in that moment. He was tired of not being able to protect anyone, tired of losing his people, the people he never thought he would even find when he was just a boy sitting in a dark humid cell. It must have been that boy's pain, still inside him, that drove him to act like that. If it hadn't been for his shadows immediately flying after it he would have lost it, wouldn't have this reminder of a happy time sitting in front of him right now, it had helped him ground himself more than once during the years following that night. His shadows had saved him from himself once again.
He closes the box gently, rubbing at the smooth texture of the velvet, trying not to let himself get lost in your memory and the bitterness that followed at the injustice of it all. Your marriage had only lasted a little over a decade, he's had to live with your ghost for much longer than that now. Still, he knows he won't forget that time no matter how many more years he lives, and, even if it's another five centuries, he knows he'll still wish he had had the chance to spend them all with you.
Some of the pain has dulled, most days at least, but the guilt still eats at him. He should have known something was going to happen, should have reached you sooner, should have told someone to go with you, should have gone himself, should have been the one to die in your place. The millions of possibilities will likely invade his brain until his last breath, after which he'll finally be able to see you again. That was another thought that had consumed him far too often in the beginning. If it wasn't for his mother, his brothers and Mor, if it weren't for the pain it would cause them, he would have taken Truth Teller to his neck just for the chance to see you one more time.
Azriel? His wings go rigid and he tightens his hold on the box at the sudden intrusion. He tries to push his thoughts as far back into his mind as he can before lowering his mental shields, almost letting out a sigh of relief at finding them in place, hoping his brother couldn't get a glimpse of his thoughts. He hands the box to his shadows so they can safely place it back inside his drawer. Are you still coming, brother?
Yes. He moves back to the mirror and finishes buttoning his shirt while trying to keep his tone as nonchalant as possible. However, the hesitation on the other side tells him Rhys sensed exactly what was holding him up in his room, he knows him better than anyone after all.
Hurry then. We're all waiting for you. Azriel closes his walls as soon as he feels his brother's absence in his mind. He knows they miss you too. They had welcomed you with open arms and considered you part of the family after their marriage. Everyone in the Inner Circle took a big hit when you went missing. He will never forget Cassian's face when he arrived to see Azriel kneeling down in a pool of your blood, with no body to be found. His brother wore his heart on his sleeve and it had shattered that night. There were countless sleepless nights for everyone following that moment.
They all threw themselves at finding you in any way they could. There was enough blood on the floor to tell them you had died but none of them wanted to believe it. Azriel talked to every single one of his spies multiple times, ordering them to track every movement in their respective areas. Rhys sent letters to every ally he had and then joined Cassian and Mor in searching every corner of Prythian personally. Even Amren, ever the logical emotionless one, searched for you with every means she could, contacting friends the spymaster didn't even know existed. But, one by one, they all had to accept the truth, Azriel ending up being the most hesitant to.
He had long since killed the attackers, putting them through as much pain as possible for as long as he could keep them alive, making them regret ever touching you. But that didn't help with the gaping hole in his chest, nothing helped. They didn't know how to find your body either. Rhys looked through every corner of their minds and only found them leaving you behind, bleeding on the cold ground.
Rhys refused to show him the memory, no matter how much he begged him to let him see you one more time. Now he knows his brother was just trying to protect him, not wanting that to be Azriel's last memory of you, with the amount of blood left behind he knew you couldn't have been in good shape, but at the time he lashed out at his brother like he had never done before, probably would have killed him in blind rage if it hadn't been for Cassian trying to hold him back and if Rhys wasn't Rhys. Thinking back he should have thanked him instead, for holding onto such a painful memory and keeping it to himself so no one else had to suffer from it.
Even if he couldn't see you again, he still wishes that he had your body to bury at least. Azriel doesn't know how the Mother could be so cruel as to not only let you die so soon, so painfully without at least letting him find your body so he could put you to rest next to your parents' graves. It would also give him a place to talk to you, to feel as close to you as possible.
The pain almost came back in full when Rhysand first told him about Feyre. Jealousy had reared its ugly head at the fondness in his brother's gaze, the slight tint to his cheeks at just saying her name. He was happy for Rhys, especially after everything he'd been through, but that happiness couldn't hold a candle to the pain he felt. He remembers the night he confided in his brothers about the lovely female he had met, how she had told him she loved him, it had been much like that one.
To make matters worse, the first thing he remembered when Rhys told him about his mate was a stupid bet the two of you had made - you had been adamant that Cassian, as sweet as he is, would be the next to get married, Azriel had voted for Rhys, one of his many conquests were bound to work out one day. He won and yet he didn't feel victorious at all. He couldn't even tell you of your loss, see how pouty you get when it happens, ever the sore loser. Didn't even remember the prize but there was no way for you to give it to him now either way. What hurt the most was that he couldn't even tell you his brother had found his mate. These were the best news in over a century and he just wanted to share them with you, wanted to share everything with you.
He takes another look at the mirror with a small sigh, straightening his wings and making sure his face doesn't give anything away before calling to his shadows. He feels them wrap around him slowly, giving him some comfort before taking him directly to the river house.
âAlmost thought you weren't coming.â He was still half covered in shadows when he heard Cassian's voice. Everyone was standing around talking to each other, waiting on him. The guilt was tugging at his heart strings again. Why would he ever feel like he needed more than a family that loved him? Who was he to think this wasn't enough for him? It was something he could only dream of when he was younger.
âHe's here now. That's all that matters,â the smile Feyre gave him was warmer than usual and her hand lingered on his shoulder for a second too long. Azriel looks over to Rhys, finding him already looking at him, studying his face. He had told his mate of whatever he sensed in his mind then. He hoped neither of them brought it up at least, now or later. What good would admit he misses his dead wife do? No one can bring you back to him.
âFinally. I'm starving.â Cassian clapped his shoulder as he passed by him on the way to the already set table, sitting down immediately. Everyone followed in his footsteps, greeting Azriel and finding their seats. Seems he really had kept them waiting.
Conversation picked back up naturally and he let himself fall into the usual rhythm of these dinners, letting his body relax around his family, forgetting about his old life for the moment. He walked over to the already set table and took his seat next to Elain, as it usually was these days. The seating arrangements had moved around a bit over the last years to accommodate not only the new additions to their little circle but also the relationships in them. He used to always sit next to Cassian but now had given the seat up to his beautiful mate. It left him next to Elain most times since they were the only single fae at the table.
Elain gave him a soft smile as he sat down and he nodded at her with a smile of his own. They had been getting closer ever since she was turned to fae and started living in Velaris. Her quiet nature quickly drew him to her, feeling at ease almost immediately with the middle Archeron sister. But he had to have been blind not to see the way she looked at him, not to notice the enamored smile she gave him.
Sometimes he let himself wonder if things could work between them. She had a mate but it was clearer with each passing day that she didn't feel anything for the male tied to her. It was also obvious how well Azriel and Elain got along, fitting into each other's lives almost seamlessly. He didn't love her but couldn't say seeing himself fall for the lovely female was such a far-fetched idea. She was a beautiful and kind fae, loving her would probably be as easy as breathing.
When everyone had been made aware of the mating bonds, he had even considered if the Mother had made a mistake. His two brothers had ended up with two of the sisters after all. Now he can see he was just desperate for a bond like theirs. In truth, he wouldn't even know what he would have done if Elain had truly been his mate. Would he finally put you behind him? Would he have thrown the ring away again, for good this time? He knows he couldn't bring himself to even with the power of a mating bond. You were etched deep into his skin just like the bargain marks inked into his shoulders.
As the dinner moved on and they made their way to the sofas in the sitting room, his family was already more than lively. Mor had busted out one of Rhysand's old wine bottles, setting the mood for the rest of the night. Azriel had completely relaxed by then, letting himself enjoy their company, his shadows retreating almost completely around the room. Finally having some reprieve from the particularly insistent thoughts that were plaguing his mind today.
Cassian was telling a story he had heard a thousand times now but he still laughed along with everyone else. Listening to Cass tell the story so many times wouldn't make the fact that he had flown straight into a river any less funny. Azriel even remembered the following part, the one Cass doesn't include in the story which was after they pulled him out and he had gotten sick for a week, making him miss practice and lose every spar with him and Rhys for the next months.
Even old stories had a new life with new people around, it was the first time the sisters heard this one, judging by the slight tint to Nesta's cheeks as she laughed at her mate and how hard Feyre was clutching at Rhys' arm to ground herself. Even Elain was laughing hard enough that her body was shaking. Her laugh was soft and melodic, a lovely sound really, but it suddenly opened a familiar pit in his stomach. It reminded him of you. She wasn't quite as loud and her eyes didn't immediately water like yours but the way she raised her hand to her face was similar. And just like that the illusion of happiness he had created shattered.
She was nothing like you but he still found you in every thing she did, in everything anyone did. He couldn't go to half of the city's bakeries and shops without thinking of you and every moment you spent there. He had even changed rooms in every one of Rhysand's houses, not bearing to sleep in the same bed you had held him in. Everyone in the Inner Circle had learned to avoid certain topics, certain stories in fear they would remind him of you. Even your name was rarely mentioned unless he did so first or strictly necessary. Every thought of getting over you was nothing more than wishful thinking. It was like his entire soul was begging him to go to you, but you weren't anywhere in this world.
This had to be one of the worst parts of his routine lately, having to take extra care to school his features when spending time with his brothers and their mates. If his face showed any sign of how much he missed you, how much he wished he could hug you to him just like they can do with them, they would immediately look at him with pain in their eyes, pain for what he lost and will never get back.
It had taken too long to get used to how differently they treated him after what happened. He had to start a fight to get them to stop treating him like he could break at any second when it was the truth. They knew it as well as he did, but they also knew that they had to let Azriel mourn in his own way, that there was nothing they could do besides stay by his side.
You weren't mates - maybe the pain he feels would never compare to what his brothers would go through if their mates ever met the same fate as you - but that had never mattered to him. His soul sang for you the same way he sang for his shadows, you were written into his very being just like they were. And, most importantly, there wasn't a single fiber in his body that wanted to live without you.
Even a mate could never erase you from his memory, even if you had been alive. He doubts if a mating bond had snapped between you two at the time, you would have gotten any deeper into him than you already were. He can't imagine loving you, wanting you more than he already did was possible.
He felt his shadows move to him, almost sending them away thinking they were coming to comfort him again, hiding him from the world as usual. Their urgency gave them away, and by the way Rhysand's body tensed across from him he also had noticed something amiss.
âWhat happened?â The High Lord's voice cut through the atmosphere immediately, everyone looked to him for an explanation and got ready for any possibility. His entire body stood still when his shadows told him they felt someone winnowing into the townhouse.
âSomeone's in the townhouse,â he stood up as he spoke, sending some of his shadows out to find out as much as they could and the rest around Velaris to check if there were any other disturbances.
âWho could get past the wards?â He felt a shield around them, Rhys had likely set it up around his house. Cassian's siphons were flickering red as they all prepared for what could come next. Velaris was more than well protected, especially after the attacks before the war, but the High Lord's homes were nearly impossible to get into uninvited, Azriel himself had helped make sure of it.
âI don't know,â he held onto Truth Teller as he waited for his shadows or his High Lord and Lady to find something. His shadows were being strangely lax about the whole situation, maybe this was someone who knew of a way to go around his gift, keep them distracted.
It took longer than usual to receive a response from them, making him and everyone around him more concerned by the second. By now everyone was donning a sword or weapon of some sort, only waiting on more information before splitting up to keep Velaris safe and find the intruders.
When his shadows finally appeared they wasted no time rushing to his ear, at last sensing his urgency in the matter. Their answer was one nothing could have prepared him for, his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.
His shadows came back carrying a once familiar tune. They came back singing your name.
#azriel x reader#azriel x you#azriel x y/n#azriel angst#azriel fic#azriel acotar#azriel shadowsinger#acotar fic#divider by saradika
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How they propose to you
Pairing: Ot8!Skz Ă Gn!reader (individually)
Genre: fluff, reactions, established relationship
Request: Who in skz would do a public proposal with family and friends, and who would want to do it privately just you and himâŠ.
Warnings: mentions of "having a family" at Chan's, but it doesn't necessarily mean having kids
A/n: technically the pictures don't match but they look so cute?? | Daily click
Bang Chan - public
ânot like public PUBLIC
âthere wouldn't be any strangers around nor anything like that
âbut your families are a must
âi personally believe he would either propose at his parent's home or yours, whatever feels better
âas he's basically proposing because he wants to make a family with you, it is only fair to have your "past" family alongside as well
âon a side note, I think he'd be the type to ask for your parents' permission before even planning anything!
Lee Know - private
âidk, he just has this domestic vibe to me
âi can't see him proposing to you anywhere that not your home
âyou, him, the cats, a movie and a shiny ring who's waiting to be shown seems perfect to him
âanyone else would feel a little bit out of place in this scenario
âand he also wants your rawest reaction
âwhen alone, you two are the most vulnerable. He wants all this vulnerability
âso a private proposal is like a dream come true to him
Changbin - public
âthis one would get everyone involved
âyour friends, his friends, your family, his family
âneighbours as well if you will
âdepending on it, maybe even a professional photographer hidden somewhere
âhe's about to make the move of the century and he wants everyone to be the testimony of his love for you
âand if you happen to say "yes" when he kneel down in front of you (you will), they would be the testimony of your love for him as well
âthat's a love to remember
Hyunjin - it depends
âever the hopeless romantic, he'd make an entire search on what you prefer
âhis proposal would be planned, that much I know
âbut he'd make the details thinking about you
âwhatever you enjoyed the most would be the important thing
âdo you want your friends and family to be involved? So be it
âyou don't? Then no one will even know about it before you want them to
âyour wish is his command
Han - private
âno other answer could ever be correct ngl
âno one else is allowed in this moment
âhe might've asked for advice and suggestions regarding his proposal to some people
âbut they were close to you both always
âand they wouldn't be directly involved in it
âthis moment would be exclusively yours
âif anything, that's one of the things that made it even more special to you
âit was simple. it was only him, who you fell in love with
âit was only you, who he wanted to have forever
âthe simplicity was incredible and magic
Felix - public
âi'd be surprised if you didn't know about his plans to propose before he does it in fact
âbecause everyone knows it
âevery. One. Knows
âit's cute how excited/nervous he was not gonna lie
âbut because of that he ended up spilling his ideas to every one who'd hear
âbesides that, he would like to have some support there for him when he needs to ask such an important question
âand similar to changbin, he'd love it if people could remember this act as a proof of his love for you
Seungmin - low-key private
âby all means, it would be private
âjust you and him having your quality time together when he suddenly asks for your hand in marriage
âthe moment itself would be private yk
âbut the moment you step out of the room the boys would be there waiting for the news đ
âor he'd have told your friends, who are waiting expectancly, but they wouldn't be there on the moment
âoverall: some people would know he was about to propose. They would be waiting anxiously for the answer. However, in the moment, it would only be the two of you
I.N - private
âhe would propose spontaneously !!
âhear me out
âno plans, not even a ring maybe, just his most genuine love and devotion towards you
âand it would strike him at the most random moment
âso he'd just simply propose to you one day, just the two of you
âand then you'd enjoy each other's company for a very good while
âwhen the time comes to tell the news to other people, every single person would be genuinely surprised
âbecause it was so out of the blue?? But it also makes so much sense??
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â â â àœŸ àŒ 20/20 VISION
lalala! ethan landry x okokok! reader
#SYNOPSISâ based off of see you again by tyler the creater & kali uchis; you have no gag reflex, ethan tells a sex joke, and ethan takes a leap of faith.
#CONTAINSâ best friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealousy, emetophobia, fluff
#AUTHORSNOTEâ i've been wanting to write fluff lately so.. here you go xx
your unofficial designated spot in the carpenter sisters' apartment was their armchair in their living room.
you had a list of reasons why; one, it meant more space. you could stretch your legs, not worry about feeling someone's feet near your legs, and you could have your own blanket. all somewhat selfish reasons, but you loved your space. two, it had the perfect angle towards the t.v. that gave you the best spot in the living room to watch it without worrying about discomfort.
which was why you would've been mildly perturbed that someone was standing between you and the t.v. the only difference was that it wasn't just someone; it was someone who rambled too often, who had no sense of personal space while also being hyper aware of it, and who was a flurry of random facts (which wouldn't help him at all, unless someone held a gun to his head and told him to name and point at every countryâs capital in the world).
"i've done it," ethan announced to you, his signature toothy smile seemingly more victorious as he looked down at where you were snuggled up on the couch. his well manicured nails (he asked you to do them once, and who were you to deny your best friend?) held his laptop, the screen facing his chest.
"aren't you supposed to be studying?" you asked him with a small tilt of your head, glancing at where the rest of the group was. finals week was beating everyone up, and you could briefly see mindy and chad chugging a redbull at the same time while tara timed them, before you turned back to your best friend.
"i gave up."
"you need to study."
"you gave up, too!" ethan looked down at the huge blanket that you hogged for yourself, not even thinking twice before he was climbing in next to you.
"owâ ethan!" you groaned, feeling him step on your leg.
"'scuse me!" ethan forced himself under the blanket you were snuggled under, making you share your beloved armchair with him before he sighed contentedly. "this is comfortable! maybe i should share this seat with you more often!" he said with a bright grin, making you sigh reluctantly. "i mean if you don't want to then it's fine too!" ethan added hurriedly with wide eyes.
"i was just saying that i wouldn't mind sharing with you because usually you sit aloneâ which i know you prefer, you've told me so many times and i get it! i really do! but i wouldn't mind sitting with you to keep you company because i really like being with youâ around you. your presence. yeah, that." ethan rambled, finishing his string of words with a sheepish smile, cheeks flaring a bit red. "i'm sorry for rambling." he added quietly.
your usually tired eyes softened at that. he had always been insecure of how much he talked, you knew that better than anyone. "i've told you before, e, i don't mind. i like listening to you," you hummed, a downturned smile on your lips. "i like your presence too. and i guess i don't mind sharing my seat with you."
ethan's cheeks flared red at your casual words. you had a way of speaking so calmly, as though all your words were chosen well. in a way, he was a bit jealous.
"you had something to tell me, yeah?" you asked him softly, bringing him back on track.
"oh, right!" ethan showed you his laptop, setting it up on your legs. it was a notion list, color coordinated and everything, with an entire list of shows and movies you remember only briefly mentioning to him. "i made this listâ"
"just now? instead of studying?"
"yes! so basically, it has a section where we can rate it after we watch it, and it's all organized by what we want to watch the most and what we need to finish!" ethan scrolled down the list, practically buzzing with excitement (and the cold brew he drank earlier).
"see? i know that i have a whole essay to do but i can do it laterâ" ethan said, waving it off with his hand. "because i know you said you would do it but i got impatient and did it instead! and lookâ" he showed you the wide variety of colors for every row. "they're color coordinated! and here's how i think the rating system should goâ"
you had watched ethan talk the entire time he rambled, your usually tired and indifferent eyes softening when you listened to him speak. he talked fastâ too fast for some people, but you liked that about himâbut the way he rambled showed how passionate he was about different topics, because ethan only rambled when he cared.
it showed how much he appreciated what he was talking about. and ever time his cadence picked up and his words became jumbled and he began interrupting himself, you could see how ethan's brown eyes would shine with excitement. you could see how he began incorporating his hands to his words, how his lips tilted up when he talked.
you were so engrossed in ethan's explanation of the movie and t.v. show list that you failed to notice your friends staring at you from the dining table.
"they are disgustingly cute," tara said with a sigh.
"and disgustingly oblivious," mindy grumbled, clicking her pen over and over. "with how smart the both of them are, i'm surprised they haven't picked up on the clues." she turned to chad, who was sulking after losing the redbull chugging competition against her. "have you asked ethan about it yet? you're our in on this, chad!"
chad groaned as mindy nudged him with her shoulder. "i did. he didn't even respond. it's crazy how he can avoid conversations, you know."
you didn't like parties. not as much as your friends didâ you were usually the designated driver or the friend that was always sober enough to take care of their friends, which you didn't mind. it was the socializing part that you minded.
you socialized okay, but you often just ended up listening to other people rather than talking. listening was more your style, but you were only a little awkward when it came to talking to complete (and possibly intoxicated) strangers at parties. you stuck with your group of friends and very rarely strayed away.
but ethan was the designated sober friend this time around, so maybe that would change.
three loud knocks to your dorm room made you go and open it, coming eye to eye with ethan. "you're walking me there?" you asked with a knowing smile, making the boy nod eagerly.
"yup! chad's walking with tara and mindy's going with anika, so that leaves you and me." ethan grinned at you teasingly. "why, you're getting tired of me already?"
"no," you hummed, closing your dorm room behind you as the both of you began to walk down the hall. "you're really not drinking tonight, huh?"
"nope!" ethan replied, popping the 'p'. "after i threw up all over sam that one time we drank at the apartment, and then i threw up on you right after, i told myself that i'd hold back on it."
you wrinkled your nose at the memory. "how responsible of you."
"i know, right?" ethan said with a proud smile. "but because i threw up on you that time, i give you full permission to throw up on me this time."
"i'm not gonna be that drunk."
that was a lie.
to say that your friends were shocked to see you become a more extraverted person after drinking would be an understatement. they were used to you observing the group and contributing to conversations with sarcastic comments, dry humor, and dark jokes that are often made much too soon. so to see you take a shot with tara and squeal happily with her (true friend solidarity; she was as drunk as you were) was completely out of the ordinary.
"i'm gonna go find chad!" tara yelled over the music, making you nod happily and watch her leave. adrenaline and excitement began to thrum through your body stronger, and your first thought was to share it with your favorite person. you began to walk around, searching for ethan, before you bumped into a chest.
"oh, shit! i'm so sorry," the guy laughed, making you send him an apologetic smile.
"it's okay!" you said, taking in his black hair and his brown eyes (that only reminded you of ethan). "i'm y/n!"
the guy smiled at you, offering his hand out. "jaden!" he seemed to be as intoxicated as you were, his steps wobbling slightly as you shook his hand. "do you, uh, wanna dance?"
"hey, where's y/n?" ethan asked tara as she passed him, making her look back towards the drinks table.
"she should just be around where the drinks are.." tara's voice trailed off when her eyes landed on you not too far away. your arms were around a guy's neckâ was that jaden from her philosophy lecture? âas you swayed with him to the music. you seemed to be having a good time, the alcohol making you lighthearted as you sang with whatever song was playing through the speakers. "there she is!"
when ethan saw you, his heart fell. you looked so beautiful under the multicolored lights, your hair perfectly styled and your clothes fitting you perfectly as you danced with someone who wasn't him. your smileâ your genuine one, ethan noted with his chest aching, the one that made your eyes crinkle and your smile lopsided âwas pointed towards someone who wasn't him.
jealousy brewed in his chest along with the heartache, ethan's jaw clenching as he stared at you and the random guy. but he didn't step in. he didn't pull you away and declare his feelings for you, because at the end of the night, you were happy. content as you danced with someone who wasn't ethan at all.
chad came up next to tara, his arm over her shoulders as he steadied her. "hey man, where's y/n?" he asked, still fairly sober than everyone as he had only taken one shot.
"she's doing fine," ethan said, his voice monotone as he continued staring at you. it was unfair how beautiful you looked while you unknowingly broke his heart with every laugh and every flirtatious smile you sent towards your dance partner.
"what?" chad looked in the direction ethan was staring, his face falling when he saw you and jaden. easily connecting the dots, he looked at ethan empathetically. "fuck. dude, i'm sorry."
"it's okay, really," ethan said with a tight lipped smile. but he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and him, the fact that you looked so happy pulling at his chest because he wanted you to be happy with him. he wanted you to look at him the way you looked at that random stranger.
and finally, as you did a twirl into jadenâs arms, you made eye contact with ethan. oblivious to the way his jaw clenched and his eyes lost the spark they usually had, you gently pulled yourself out of jaden's arms. your steps were wobbly, and you nearly crashed into ethan's chest when you finally walked up to him. ethan's arms went to steady you easily.
"ethan, i feel like throwing up," you murmured, and ethan nodded in understanding, worry taking over his jealousy.
"okay, let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" ethan said softly, pulling you close to him as he guided you to the bathroom. he knocked on the door, thankful no one responded, before he opened it for you. he locked the door behind the both of you as you made a beeline for the toilet, grabbing the side of it as you readied yourself to throw up.
but nothing came out.
âgo on!â ethan encouraged you, motioning to the toilet. but instead, you looked up at him warily.
âdo i have to?â
âyes?â ethan gaped at you, motioning to the toilet again. âjust go ahead! nothing to fear!â
âi donât want to.â
âcâmon, y/n, why not?â ethan whined, making you groan as you stopped yourself from throwing up yet again.
âi have emetophobia, asshole,â you muttered, gently pushing his arm. âfear of throwing up? and,â you messily pushed some of your hair away from your face. âi have no gag reflex.â
âwhat the hell?â ethan crinkled his nose, blushing furiously as he looked at you in shock. you were honest, sure but never this honest. âi couldâve gone my whole life without knowing that.â
âare you sure?â
âwhat?â ethan said quickly, eyes wider than ever as he stared at you as you snorted in amusement. âyouâre kidding.â
âmaybe.â
âmaybe?â he swallowed thickly, shutting his eyes and pinching his nose bridge. âoh god, you definitely have to throw up now.â
âwatch this.â you took two of your fingers and stuffed them all the way to the back of your throat, smiling triumphantly as you showed ethan your lack of a gag reflex.
ethan could only watch in horror and exasperation. ây/n, i didnât need proof. i already believed you.â he took some squares of toilet paper before offering it to you.
âi told you so,â you hummed, pulling your saliva covered finger out of your mouth and wiping them on the toilet paper. there was a beat of silence before ethan coughed, his cheeks and ears still burning red.
âcan i make a joke?â
âof course you can.â
âitâs a, uh,â ethan cleared his throat, avoiding your intent gaze, âsex joke.â
âeven better.â you situated yourself next to the toilet, still very much feeling like you were gonna hurl at any given moment.
ethan sat next to you, clearing his throat again. âi know one way we can test your gag reflex,â he stated, almost ashamed at his own joke.
you chuckled at that, the horrible joke making a you sway a bit with laughter before the sudden motion sickness got to you. without another word, you threw up into the toilet. all thanks to ethanâs horrible sex joke.
he immediately reached over to move some of your hair. you continued retching into the toilet, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "i hate drinking," you grumbled as you laid your forehead on your arm, eyes watery from throwing up. immediately as you got the words out, you threw up again.
"i know, i know.. but i know you're gonna end up drinking again," ethan teased softly, making your back heave as you managed a laugh, only for it to be interrupted by you throwing up again. "it's okay, let it all out." he couldnât help the small laugh that escaped his lips. âi canât believe a sex joke made you throw up.â
and you almost laughed again if you didnât throw up even more.
the sound of the party died into the background as ethan sat next to you on the ground. your head was laying on your arm, which was on the toilet seat. you were still intoxicated, and the world was still spinning, but you could see the obvious turmoil on ethan's face. you poked his arm. "what's wrong?"
"what?" ethan said, snapping out of his daze to send you a tight lipped smile. "nothing's wrong."
"liar."
"i'm not!"
"i know you better than that, e," you murmured, half lidded eyes staring at him. you had thrown up most of your alcohol, and while you were still inebriated, you felt a lot more clear headed than earlier. âwhat's wrong?"
ethan looked at you, eyes flashing with hurt as he pictured you again dancing with someone else. "do you really want to know?" he asked you, and you nodded. even while drunk, you opted to listen.
"you looked beautiful when you were dancing," ethan began, managing a soft smile, "i don't think i've ever seen you like that. it's not a bad thing or a good thing, but it's a new thing, y'know?" he sighed. "you dance really well, i'm surprised you haven't told me," a genuine smile appeared on his face when he heard you laugh quietly. "and your laugh.. i swear i would listen to it over whatever horrible music is playing right now."
ethan looked at you, taking in your obviously roughed up and intoxicated form. but somehow, even with slightly messy hair and most of your make-up rubbed off and with your breath smelling only a little bit like puke, you still looked beautiful. it was enough to make someone who talked as much as him to go quiet in awe.
"but when you laughed, and when you smiled,â ethan said slowly, taking in heavy breaths with every word. fear thrummed through his body, mingling with the nervousness as he twiddled with his fingers anxiously. to continue on would be to admit everything. to admit how he felt, the thoughts he had been having about you, everything. and to admit it to you would be to risk losing a friendship and one of the most important people in his life.
â.. you werenât smiling or laughing at me. and i hated that.â
confusion spread over your face before realization hit your eyes. âoh.â and oh, it suddenly all made sense. why ethan was so bothered, why you were so willing to listen to one person speak for forever as long as it was them, why even as you danced with another, something was off because he wasnât ethan. he wasnât your best friend.
âyou donât have to say anything,â ethan mumbled, completely misinterpreting your realization for rejection. his eyes watered slightly as he avoided your gaze. âitâs been going on for a while now, and i get it if you donât feel the same! i really do, itâs just,â he sighed shakily, âi donât want to lose youââ
âethanââ
âi was completely willing to just shut up about how i felt as long as that meant i could still have you in my life, y/n,â ethan said, looking into your eyes earnestly. âand i thought i could keep it under wraps but i have to tell you at least once becauseââ
âi love you.â
âwhat?â ethan blinked, making you smile, your head still resting on your arm.
âi love you, ethan.â
a toothy smile spread over his face at that, his shoulders relaxing as he searched your face for any doubt. âare youâ are you sure?â
âi wouldnât say it if i wasnât,â you murmured softly as you raised your head, making ethan laugh in relief.
âholy shitâ i love you too.â ethan said, leaning forward, only for you to stop him.
âe, i might throw up on you if you kiss me.â
âdo you think i care?â
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third year! bakugou katsuki thinks it's pathetic how everyone tries to ask you to be their valentine while you stand absolutely awkwardly and oblivious to their advances.
he rolls his eyes, scoffing at how you tilt your head and ask 'what do you mean?' when a new second-year tries to confess through a heartfelt letter a week before valentines day. he's sitting in the cafeteria, a few tables away from you where you stand with your tray. his friends catch his line of sight and begin to watch too as you awkwardly take the letter and mention how it's your favourite colour, what a coincidence.
"man, poor y/n." kaminari sighs, "been getting bombarded with valentine's day proposals."
"acting like you werent one last year." sero snickers, elbowing the blonde, who replies with 'shut up!'.
"y/n, todoroki and momo have to be the most popular third years. i saw todoroki carrying a fruit arrangement yesterday with 'be my valentine' on some flags." mina states, drinking her orange juice.
jirou retorts, poking her food, "did you see y/n's shoe locker when they opened it? they were basically drowning in all those letters. and their desk was full of teddy bears and hearts and flowers."
"yaoyorozu told me that she felt so bad because she rejected someone who choreographed a flash mob for her." kirishima inputs, "but seriously, so many people have tried getting with y/n, it's insane."
katsuki only rolls his eyes again as you thank the person, who runs away giddily. you're so uninterested in the person that you just pocket it in your blazer for later. katsuki chuckles at the action before returning to his food.
he thinks it's so funny that everyone is fawning over you. he understood todoroki and yaoyorozu, they've been popular since day one. but you? what did anyone see in you?
"hey, bakugou, are you alright?" you ask, standing in front of him on the porch of the dormitory. it's now five days later and he blinks himself back to reality and swallows the lump in his throat. "you were kinda' just staring at me and that girl just then..."
it's true, he was. a first year, some lovesick teen girl, came to confess to you just then. you hold some chocolates in your hand and a bouquet of roses in another. your third this week, he tallies.
"iâi wasn't." he stammers, looking away. he was leaning against the pillar, watching you as he took in some fresh air. it was pure coincidence, he says. "what... did you tell 'em?"
"i felt a bit sorry, she cried a little when i said i'm not a fan of this kind of chocolate." you express, showing him the box. katsuki smirks. you were so blunt. "i still accepted it though, to make her feel better. i don't even know her, though."
"strange." he responds, staring at you, "so what now then?"
"do you want it?"
"i don't want your fucking confession candy." he scoffs, furrowed brows. he's irritated at the offer and you just tuck the chocolates underneath your arm. "why'd you say 'no'?"
"i... don't know her." you state as if it was obvious. he blinks and looks away. "i dunno', i've been getting asked a lot recently."
"that so?" it's so pathetic, how anyone would trip and fall at your feet at the slight chance to share valentine's day with you. he could think of a thousand things better to do tomorrow than spend it with youâ
"how come you haven't asked me yet?" you inquire, pursing your lips, "to be your valentine?"
"hah?" he huffs out, making the most outraged expression on his face, "what the hell did you just say to me?"
you sigh, opening the entrance door with your new gifts, "nevermind."
he stares at you as you leave him alone on the porch. questions swirl in his mind, making him think about you even more. is this how you made so many admirers? you just... made them think about you? you were absolutely crazy.
that's got to me the most pathetic thing about valentine's day, right?
wrong.
katsuki annoyedly drops the chocolates that he knows for sure you love. and as he passes the flower section, oh god, the amount of time he spent trying to figure out which ones were the perfect ones. the cashier looks at him knowingly, wishing him 'goof luck' on his endeavour. katsuki scoffs and tells them to shut his mouth.
what's pathetic is that katsuki readies himself for asking you. now that he's got confirmation that you were expecting him to, he would do it. he is standing in front of your dorm door, holding the flowers and chocolates and teddy bear in his arms. he knows you have hundreds in your room right now, but... he's pathetic.
when his hand goes up to knock on your door, the elevator reaches the floor and opens to reveal you in the sports uniform.
you walk up, typing on your phone when you look up to your dorm to see him. "oh, hey."
"hey." he mumbles, trying his best to hide the presents behind his back, "went on a run?"
"no, quirk training, actually." you respond, unlockong your dorm. you walk in and turn your head. "did you need to talk to me?"
"well... iâ"
"are those for valentine's day?" you point to the flowers that are badly hiden behind him.
katsuki grunts, finally revealing them, "yâyeah... i don't know how to do this."
"come in." you say, inviting him into your dorm. he nervously enters and closes the door behind him. you sit at our desk, leg over your knee, almost like you're inspecting him thoroughly. "so, who is it for?"
he stops. "huh?"
"i mean, who are you asking?" you mumble out. he doesn't know what to say. do you not remember asking him to ask you yesterday? "you're looking for advice, aren't you?"
suddenly, he's on the fire. he's in the position that he made fun of those other people for being in. and it fucking sucks.
it takes all his courage to sigh out, "no... no, you idiot. i'm asking you."
"whaâ? me?" you point at yourself.
"yes! here!" he practically shoves them into your hands and steps away away. "i... want you to be my valentine tomorrow. please."
his harsh tone makes you rethink his statement. but katsuki sees a smile dawn on your face regardless, something the others who have asked you haven't seen.
"thank you, bakugou. i love them."
he knows damn well you do.
"i'd be happy to be your valentine." you confirm, standing up and placing the flowers on your desk. you put the chocolates and teddy on your bed, smiling the whole time. he gulps in anticipation, despite you already saying 'yes'. "thank you, truly. it's perfect."
katsuki clears his throat, hands in his pockets and he looks away, "'s nothin'."
you chuckle and step towards him, hand on his shoulder as you give him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
"whatever you say. where did you wann' go tomorrow?"
he thinks it's pathetic how on valentine's day, you drag him to all the couple stalls and events, and even do a hand-reading (katsuki lets out a sigh of relief when they said that you two are quite the perfect match), but when it's with you, it's a lot less embarrassing to do it. in fact, he'd relive this whole day again if he could.
what's pathetic is how all those people thought they could have this time with you, when all you ever wanted was bakugou katsuki himself.
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drunk confessions
word count // 2.056k
pairing // jake âhangmanâ seresin x f!bradshaw!reader
summary // Youâve had enough of hiding your relationship with Jake, so you drink yourself a little courage and just screw it
warnings // established relationship. (slightly)drunk!reader, mentions of alcohol, lightweight reader, nicknames for reader (bubbles, sweetheart, etc.), Bradley is in big brother mode, the mission I mentioned isnât from the film, the pilots still live in their own apartments (all near the base) for this fic, soft!hangman (that man alone is a warning but him being soft???), affectionate Jake and a ton of fluff
a/n // This is the new version of "drunk confessions" from '22! I just changed the wording a little, but nothing of the plot has changed. I loved writing this two years ago and if anyone wants more Hangman, don't worry I have more to come because same haha Thanks to @saradika-graphics for the beautiful dividers â
(as always, please tell me if I missed a warning)
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You and Jake started dating almost a year ago when Bradley and him were together at Top Gun.Â
Rooster and Hangman had never been the best of friends, everyone knew that, so it was never the right moment to tell him about the two of you. The risk of Bradley being angry or perhaps even disappointed was too big. At least thatâs what you thought.Â
Jake understood why you didnât want anyone to know. And although heâd love to just scream it out into the world, that he was dating the younger Bradshaw, that he was without a doubt the luckiest man on fucking earth, he respected your decision.Â
Jake knew that youâd do the same for him without a question.
You wanted to tell Bradley eventually, just right now wasnât the right time. But the real question is, when was it really?Â
Jake had a hard time keeping away from you whenever you were at the Hard Deck with the team. You mostly spent your time at the bar with Penny, to keep her company and to catch up with the latest news - often involving your godfather.Â
She and Maverick were so obvious sometimes it made you chuckle, but you really hoped he wouldnât let her down this time. But Amelia and you would ensure that.Â
From your seat at the bar, you also had a perfect sight at the pool table. A lame excuse to stare at a certain blonde pilot all night.Â
Jake would always be the first to voluntarily get a new round of beers for the group, and no one complained about it. They were all so caught up in what they were doing, that no one noticed how he eyed you all night, ready to be by your side in seconds if anyone were to bother you.Â
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âHey Penny, sweetheart. Another round please!â he gave her a wink and shot her one of his handsome grins. Penny nodded with a smile in return and turned around to get seven cold beers for the young pilots.Â
âYou look smokinâ hot, baby.â he whispered to you as his bright eyes met yours. They had this glow in them every time he looked at you.Â
âYou donât look too bad yourself, Seresin.â you teased him with a wink.Â
âI can do way more than look good. Whatever you want, Bradshaw.â he grinned while his hand secretly found yours on the bartop, his broad frame shielding it from preying eyes.Â
You chuckled lightly, âOh really?â
âOh yeah, babe. You better wait for me when everyoneâs gone. I need to take ya home with me.â he flirted shamelessly in his southern accent you loved so much. Jake knew youâd do exactly that anyway, since you basically lived at his apartment at this point, but where would be the fun?
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Not even Phoenix knew about the two of you, so you could say both Hangman and yourself did a rather good job.Â
This time was different though.Â
They were all going to meet up at the Hard Deck tonight, for another night of pool, darts and what not. The next mission was in less than a week, and you just wanted to spend as much time with Jake as possible. Just like he wanted to with you.Â
Jake hated to keep his hands by himself when you were just a few feet away, playing darts with Fanboy or Bob. You never hid from them, after all, Rooster was your older brother. If you werenât talking to Penny, you spent your nights with them, laughing, drinking and chatting.Â
Not tonight⊠tonight would be different.
You met Penny at the bar in the late afternoon, to help her get everything ready before the first guests would come in. Amelia was staying at a friendâs house, so you gladly took over her part.Â
When everything was ready for the Hard Deck to open, you sat down at your regula seat at the bar.Â
Penny looked at you from the side while she turned on the lights underneath the bar. âCan I get you anything?â She asked, a hint of worry in her voice.Â
âCan I get a beer?â
âSure, sweetie.â Penny smiled gently. She put the bottle down in front of you, and you took a large sip.Â
âSo,â Penny started, putting her hands on the bar, arms on each side of your beer. âWhatâs on your mind, sweetheart? Youâve been out of it today.â You looked up at her, and she had this look on her face that gave you so much comfort. You knew you could tell her everything and sheâd keep it safe.Â
âI⊠Iâve been thinking aboutâŠâ Yeah, what exactly was it that you thought about ever since opening your eyes today?Â
You didnât even know. Not really.Â
You thought about telling Bradley about your relationship with his rival, screwing everything. But youâve also thought about keeping it to yourself just a little longer. The upcoming mission was creeping into your mind at every thought; What if they didnât make it? You didnât want to think about that more than just a second. Not about your brother nor Jake.Â
He would come back, and heâll be fine. This wasnât his first mission.
âI donât even know Penny, Iâm so confused.â you sighed and let your head fall into your crossed arms.Â
âYouâll figure it out, sweetheart. I know you will.â she said, caressing your hair. You lifted your head to look into her eyes, her kind smile calming your racing thoughts a little.Â
Not enough, though.Â
That night, you kind of ignored your limits of how much alcohol you could handle in one night. You got pretty much drunk. Not to a point where you could throw up or blackout, Penny was in charge of the bar after all, but the kind youâd be rewarded with a nice headache the next day and your mind to be pretty foggy.Â
Drinking wasnât one of your strengths. Thatâs why Jake liked to jokingly call you a lightweight, and he couldnât be more accurate with it.Â
Youâve been sitting at the bar for a good part of the night now. The team had already greeted you when they came in, asking you to come with them, but you declined, telling them youâd maybe join them later.
âPenny.â you tried to get her attention, a sudden certainty in your voice, âPlease excuse me. I have to go and get some kisses now.âÂ
âThatâs his boyfriend duty,â you said with a confident nod. âYou know, happy wife, happy life.âÂ
Penny had no idea how no one of the team could see the glances Hangman gave you. How he couldnât tear his gaze away from you even if he tried. If anything happened, heâd be there in a heartbeat. And those poor guys who tried to flirt with you were quickly intimidated by his death stare.Â
Penny just laughed. She had kept a close eye on you since your third drink of the night, the last two she gave you were non-alcoholic, but you didnât have to know that.Â
She ignored your choice of words at the saying, not changing âwifeâ to âgirlfriendâ with a chuckle and motioned you to go. âGo and tell Jake then.â You looked at her with wide eyes, âHow did yâknow Iâm talking about Jake?âÂ
Penny tilted her head with a smile, âSweetheart, I notice things.â she winked, âNow go and get your man.âÂ
The next thing you knew, you were trying to your boyfriend at the pool table.Â
âHey, Jake!âÂ
His head snapped in your direction at the use of his first name. You were the only one calling him that. And the first name basis got everyone elseâs attention as well.Â
âYeah?â he tried to not be too obvious. But his concern about how you were feeling was rising with every second.Â
You didnât stop at the pool table, but walked up to him. Until you stood right in front of him. You looked up into his bright eyes, filled with curiosity.
âI need kisses.â you told him with a pout, wrapping your arms around his neck. He was so thrown off by what you were saying, that he almost forgot the others around him.
Jake unwrapped your arms from his neck and placed his hand on your lower back. âI think you need some water and sleep, bubbles.â he couldnât suppress the small grin that grew on his lips.
âKisses?! What the fuck is-â Rooster started but was quickly interrupted by you, âOh for godâs sake shut up Bradley.â you hushed your brother in honest annoyance, turning to him.Â
âI love you, but Iâm sick and tired of hiding something from you thatâs important to me, just because Iâm scared of what youâll think or do.â
Hangmanâs gaze was a mix between shock and pride. That you just straight out told your brother and all of your friends standing around you, about the two of you. Not keeping it a secret anymore. He knew it took a toll on you, and heâd told you multiple times to just tell Bradley for your own sake.
âOh my godâ you heard Phoenix breath out a laugh, while the others couldnât find words, still shocked, while some of them were exchanging amused looks.
Bradley didnât. He looked back and forth between you and Jake, not able to process it all quite yet.
âSorry man, listen I-âÂ
âJust give me a second, okay?â Rooster cut Hangman off, stomping to the bar.Â
âLet him be,â you said while curling yourself into his side, hugging his arm close to your body, âHeâll be fine by tomorrow, the old drama queen.â Sober-you would probably be scared Bradley would be angry or disappointed.Â
Good thing you werenât sober right now.Â
âBabe, how much did you have to drink?â Jake whispered, as he bent down a little until his lips reached your ear.
âOhh, not that much.â you assured him as you tried to sound sober, looking up at his face, only inches away from yours.
He looked back to the bar, finding Pennyâs gaze. She mouthed something like âwaterâ easing Hangmanâs concern about your drunken state.
âLetâs get you to bed, huh, sugar?â he softly smiled at you. A real smile, one he had reserved for only you.Â
You instantly shook your head in disagreement, âI swear, Iâm not-â you yawned, âthat tired.âÂ
ââCourse you aren'tâ he mockingly smiled down at you.
âCâmon, on my back.â he ordered, putting his hands behind his back, ready to hold your legs for support. He bent down, and you tried your best to hop on his back. You wouldnât win anyway, and sooner or later - you preferred later - heâd carry you out the bar.Â
You rested your head on Jakeâs shoulder and wrapped your hands around his body. Your eyes already closing as the exhaustion betrayed you.
âWow, Hangman, nice one.â Coyote teased him, the others joining in with laughter. Who wouldâve thought Hangman had a soft spot.
âShut it, Coyote.â Jake said with a look that would make anyone run for the hills.
âSee you tomorrow, lover boy!â Phoenix joked.Â
You giggled on Jakeâs shoulder, âThatâs a good one!â you lazily turned your head in her direction and smirked, Phoenix and the others laughing back at you.
âYouâre supposed to be on my side.â Jake complained, giving your ass a little smack.
âHey.â you giggled, but did nothing in response. Your head ached a little, and you hadnât had the strength nor willpower to do so. Just relived to be carried, you let your head sink back on Jakeâs shoulder.Â
âI love you.â you whispered to Jake as he carefully sat you down on the passenger seat of his car. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes finding yours. Jake bent down to place a soft kiss on your lips and he smiled.Â
The slight smell of alcohol was surrounding you, but Jake couldnât care less. âI love you, and Iâll never let you go, thatâs for sure. Youâre all mine, baby.â he whispered back between small kisses, giving you goosebumps. His scent surrounded you as you wrapped your hands around his neck to bring him even closer. âGood.â you grinned and pulled him into another, longer kiss.
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BEFORE YOU START READING: THERE IS A SPOILER OF SEASON 4 AT THE BOTTOM, SO IF YOU WANT TO AVOID IT, DON'T READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BELOW
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex) Before JJ got involved with you, he was hardly the type to pay attention to aftercare. All the girls that came before were either only for one night or he didn't care enough about them to be concerned about what would come after their intercourse. It was the same for their part, so sex alone was enough. However, when he met you and your first intercourse occurred, JJ felt he had to do something more. Since then, he talks to you for a long time afterwards, you go to take a bath together to embrace each other after intercourse, and he is even more clingy than always
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs) Oh, JJ is a big fan of his body. He is well aware that he is damn handsome and has a well-sculpted body, so he often shows it off. And in you? JJ appreciates everything, really. He loves your hands, because he can grab them when he wants and intertwine his fingers with yours. He loves your lips, which he could kiss over and over again. He loves your thighs, which he keeps lying on and squeezing them. But you can't take away from the fact that he's pussy drunk. What the heck, but JJ loves your pussy the most and whenever he gets the chance, he's in it or by it. That's it
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Creampie!!! Has anyone heard this? CREAMPIE! JJ loves, adores, well normally he would give up everything just for the sight of you with your combined juices flowing out of your pussy
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) JJ doesn't have too many dirty secrets, maybe some kind of triangle? Or I don't know, an orgy? Just kidding. JJ is able to give up everything just for that, until you finally dominate him to the max like that. Mostly he is the one who dominates, but every night he dreams about it until you finally do it
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?) Let's not lie to ourselves, JJ is a bit of an Outer Banks man whore, so his experience is quite high. The way he works his tongue, his fingers, let alone his cock, oh god. God of sex, there's no denying it
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Cowgirl. JJ loves your breasts and the fact that he has them in full glory in front of him in this position is downright addictive to him. He can touch them, suck them, kiss them. Likewise, he has great access to your face, which he loves to look at and see your face contorted in the pleasure you both give each other. Plus, I've already mentioned how much he dreams of you dominating him. And this position falls a bit under that, especially when he doesn't help you from below and you can lead you to orgasm alone
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) This is JJ, everyone knows his being clumsy in life. It's the same in bed. Many things amuse him and his mouth doesn't close during your intercourse. He was even amused by the way the spring in the couch at John B's house flew out when he just happened to be taking you from behind. Well, John B was not amused by thatâŠ.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) JJ has a lot of hair on his head and legs, so I think he's not completely shorn there either. But so that it's not sloppy and kept in order. As for you, I think he would also prefer it not to be thick there. Although too often it lands between your legs to worry about silly hair. As long as it's hygienic and the rest he doesn't care. And I even think that some patterning would excite him
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Yes, as I mentioned - since he is with you, he has seen that being romantic in life is not bad at all. And although he sometimes fails (he almost burned down the Chateau when he tried to make a romantic evening with candles), he still tries. He likes to chic you romantic baths, admittedly in the Jacuzzi, but you don't complain. Bubbles, cheap wine and JJ, who is all over you, is all you need.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Maybank is still an excitable teenager and often thinks with his dick, so he needs to shake off the feeling that still holds him down. Most of the time then he finds himself immediately around you so you can help him, but when you're really not there and you can't give him yourself, well, he's left to masturbate to your pictures, which he has in a special folder. Or the videos you amateurishly recorded one day for fun
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) I don't know if you can call it kink, but JJ often likes to have sex with you in public. That is, it's not strange for him to suddenly have sex in the sea or do you good on the boat when you were originally supposed to go âfishingâ
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Anywhere, really. JJ has the âI can here and nowâ method, really, it's not even a joke anymore. If only you are ready, he is able to do anything just to get inside you
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Just you. JJ sees you and already has a problem in his pants. Well, what can I say? He's totally pussy whipped and all it takes is one nod from you and he's already ready for action. Your presence in the same room already has him even begging so he can have sex with you or at least touch you a little bit
A/N: part two will be here soon! (If anyone wants me to tag them - let me know in the comments) I will be terribly pleased if you reblogged it :) Of course, if you liked it! I want to create a larger Outer Banks community here, because for now I have reached a small number of this fandom
SPOILER: as you already know, season 4 left us in despair and grief after JJ's death. however, I am not going to stop writing about him. love you JJ, rest in peace sunshine :(
please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)
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Hello there all you lovely shining stars.
N here, with some pretty bad news...
(I'll put it behind a cut to avoid triggering anyone)
C is the person who actually runs this blog. He works tirelessly to make sure this blog always, ALWAYS has reasons in the queue in advance, just in case. There's currently over a month prepared, because he loves y'all, loves this blog, and loves to put in the time to help people.
C is a full-time care giver. At work, he care gives for three wonderful elderly ladies. When he gets home, he care gives for me, N, as I am disabled. And then, in his spare time, he care gives for y'all by working hard on this blog.
C is the most wonderful, amazing person I know, and it really baffles me that something like this could happen to someone like him.
Recently, C was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.
We unfortunately live in America, where getting diagnosed with Cancer means a massive financial burden. Up until this point we've been doing very good financially, which has been a wonderful switch up from years ago, when we had to ask our community for help just to pay rent.
Now, I worry about our ability to afford things like food, basic needs, and rides to and from the hospital (we don't drive). His insurance company is refusing to pay for his treatment (yes, they're refusing to pay for CANCER treatments), and the minimal paid leave he is eligible for has had it's processing delayed.
Basically, we're financially struggling all over again, because C has cancer, and we live in America.
So what does this mean for y'all?
Well, as I mentioned, C always has the blog filled out ahead of time. He will absolutely make sure that the queue doesn't run out, so y'all don't have to worry about that.
I unfortunately do feel the need to reach out and ask for your help. It pains me to be put in this position again after years of not having to ask for help, but the current circumstances have really hit us hard.
So, what can you do to help?
Well,
Here is our Amazon wish list, if you'd like to help that way. We currently have some food and necessities on there;
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Or, our paypal account is [email protected]
Currently, our biggest need is a new mattress, which is where any funds that go to our paypal will be headed.
C's cancer is the worst in his hips and our current mattress is such poor quality that I have to sleep on the floor. His doctors have insisted that good rest is important for him to heal, and he hasn't been getting very good rest on our current mattress. He wakes up every morning in more pain than he would if we had a good mattress, so getting one is our main goal.
I am so, so sorry to tell you all this bad news. C really didn't want to burden any of you with this, which is why I'm the one making this post.
We both love you all so, so much. Thank you to every single one of you for existing, you matter so much to us and to everyone who follows this blog.
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our girlfriend // sam and colby
A/N: it's my bday and i'm giving you guys a present... aren't i so nice lol i know it's been a LONG time since i posted any form of a fic, and i'm sorry about that. but hopefully this makes up for it a bit. if you squint hard enough, this could basically be a 'careful what you wish for' fic as well (but not really since the boys are just normal and not a demon or vampire). hope you enjoy and let me know what you think !
prompt: you and the boys always had your fun, but you never tried it in public. and now they want to. || fem!reader x sam and colby
trigger warning: SMUT, threesome (but no actual sex), no solby, you are sam and colby's girlfriendâŠ. lucky you lmao, fingering, oral fixation/finger sucking, bossy!bf sam and colby, also very possessive, a wee bit of degradation, mentions of baby, darling, baby girl, love, good girl, slut, and it also takes place slightly in public (but away from everyone)
word count: 2003
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"Guys, are you sure about this?" You questioned hurriedly as you rushed up the stairs.
Sam looked back at you, his voice loud over the thumping music of the party. "Yeah, câmon Y/N. Thereâs no one up here."
"Probably for good reason." You grumbled.
"Youâve never been one to follow the rules. Donât start now..." Colby smirked devilishly, his voice right by your ear as he passed you on the stairs.
Reaching the top and with each one of them holding a hand, Sam and Colby pulled you down the hallway. They stopped right outside a door tucked away from the stairs. If someone came up, they would see you. Your heart raced at the idea alone.
Colby leaned his back against the wall as you looked around the corner, glancing at the stairs nervously. He rolled his eyes, pulling you against him. "Baby, you have nothing to worry about. You're with us. When have we ever gotten caught?"
You glared up at him, annoyed. "You literally have a rap sheet that proves you don't know how to hide."
"Someone's feeling bratty tonight..." Sam joked playfully, leaning across from you and Colby.
You gazed at him over your shoulder, brows furrowed. "I'm just worried about someone finding out about us. God knows how the fans would react if they knew..."
Colby's finger lightly turned your chin so that you were looking at him. "Knew about what? That we both love to play with our girlfriend, and now we're trying it out in public?"
You stuttered, the lustful glint in Colby's eye making you blush. "Y-yes. Exactly that."
Colby pouted. "But I thought you loved when we both touched you."
"And tasted you..." Sam replied, sounding closer.
Colby leaned his face in, getting close to yours. "And fucked y-"
You cut him off, slapping his chest. "That's not the issue I have. It's the getting caught part. Or someone seeing us."
"But that's what's fun about this," Sam turned you around to face him, Colby's hands still resting low on your hips. "You're getting fucked as a party is being thrown downstairs in our honor. And if anyone tries to find us, they'll see us all up here... with you. So we gotta make sure we don't get caught."
"Especially since no one is allowed up here." You mentioned again.
"Well, we're allowed up here. No one else is." Colby informed.
Your face scrunched up, "I thought the owner said-"
"The owner can suck my dick. If I want to fuck my girlfriend in a house I'm renting out for a party, I'm gonna do it wherever I want to." Colby ranted.
"Excuse me." Sam raised an eyebrow, a light glare thrown at Colby.
"Right, my bad, Sam. Our girlfriend." Colby responded, smiling.
Sam sighed, "Much better."
"Speaking of...." Colby slid his hand under your skirt, pressing your damp panties against your swollen sex. "Our girlfriend is very wet."
You gasped, your body arching against Colby's. He exhaled as your ass grinded into his crotch. His breath was hot against your neck, raising goosebumps across your cool skin.
Sam's eyes danced up your body, studying it as Colby kneaded your clit slowly. Sam hummed when his gaze reached your face, his voice low, "What am I gonna do with you?"
"Kiss me." You shuddered, grabbing his shirt lightly and tugging him closer.
"She's so aggressive when she's needy." Colby chuckled darkly, applying pressure to his movements.
Sam nodded, leaning in and kissing you tenderly. You could barely breathe to begin with but having Sam's mouth on yours and Colby's fingers on your clit, you felt yourself get lightheaded. It was so overwhelming already, and they barely had done anything to you. God, or the devil himself, only knew what they had in store for you.
As Sam's tongue glided into your mouth, tangling with yours, Colby moved your panties out of the way and slid two fingers inside of you, pumping them at an achingly slow pace. Your breath hitched, a moan falling from your lips. Lucky for you, it was muffled by Sam's mouth.
"What did we say, baby girl? You canât be too loud. And we know how loud you can get." Sam teased.
"Even with the music playing, they would be able to hear her." Colby sneered jokingly.
"Is that what you want? To get caught? To have all of our friends know you're being fucked by us? That you're needy for us?" Sam grunted, his lips brushing yours as he spoke.
"I think that's what she wants. She loves to pretend to be such a good girl, but in reality, she's bad." Colby snickered into your ear quietly. "She's a little slut for us."
"Our slutty little girlfriend who can't stop herself from moaning when we touch her." Sam closed the space between you two, gripping your chin so that your eyes were looking into his piercing blues. "You're so pathetic and horny, aren't you?"
You shook your head, a whimper falling from your lips as Colby slid another finger in. You bit your lip hard to not make a noise, knowing it wasn't doing much to help.
"We might have to cover her mouth, since she can't listen." Colby hissed mischievously, biting your neck softly.
"I know the perfect way to do that." Sam placed the tips of his index and middle finger against your lips, "Open." Your lips fell open instantly, and he snaked them in, resting them against your tongue. "Suck."
You immediately started sucking his fingers, whining around them and bobbing your head up and down. Sam growled lowly at the sensation of you sucking off his fingers. He pushed himself closer to you, sandwiching you in between him and Colby completely. You couldn't have escaped their hold if you wanted it, and you definitely didn't want to.
"Her mouth feels amazing, Colby. You'll have to give it a try soon." Sam closed his tightly, focusing on the feeling.
"I remember how good she feels, trust me." Colby leaned down, pressing his lips to your ear, "You always need something in your mouth, don't you darling? You can't help but want to suck on something. On one of us."
Colby's fingers sped up, a groan deep within your throat rocketed out, stifled by Sam's fingers. You kept grinding your ass against Colby, who now was hard in his leather pants. He followed your movements, his hips pressing hard into you. Your hand gripped his wrist, clinging onto the hand that was fucking you. Your other hand held Sam close as your nails dug into his back.
"Are you getting close, baby girl? Do you want to come?" Sam barked.
You mewled, nodding your head desperately. Sam tsked, leaning his forehead against yours. "Not yet, baby. I think you need a bit more help."
His other hand drifted down, stopping right above your clit. He teased you for a moment, the tip of his finger brushing across it ever so gently. Your body shook and both boys laughed.
Colby feigned concern. "Aw Sam, câmon now. You gotta be nice to her. She's not gonna make it."
"I guess we traded places this time, since you're the one that's always so mean to her." Sam quipped sassily.
Colby faux gasped, "Me? Being mean?" He leaned into your ear, whispering, "I'm not mean, am I love? You like when I treat you rough. I know you do, sweetheart."
You closed your eyes tight, trying to hold yourself back from exploding. Both of their motions were all too much for you, but you didn't want it to end just yet. You needed it to keep going. You just loved being theirs.
Sam pushed his lower half into his hand that was rubbing your clit, both boys now grinding against you. Their cocks were hard, and they were touching you in all the right places; you could feel your orgasm building up to its breaking point. You needed them to say you could let go. You weren't sure how much longer you could last.
"Feel how hard you've made us, baby girl. You want us inside of you? Wanna get filled up by us?" Sam rasped.
You whined and nodded mindlessly. You couldn't even form words if you want to.
"She's squeezing my fingers so tight. God, I can't wait to taste you, Y/N. You're getting so close..." Colby panted. "Maybe we should let her come."
"Only if she deserves it. Do you, baby? Do you deserve to come? Have you been good for us?" Sam taunted, staring into your eyes.
You moaned around his fingers in agreement, shaking your head again.
Sam bit his lip, glancing at Colby for a moment. "She has been following our demands very well. She made me hard just by sucking my fingers."
"You've been such a needy, good girl for us, haven't you? You take our fingers so well. Do you wanna come? Say you want to." Colby lowered his voice, "Use your words, love."
You choked around Sam's fingers, a 'I wanna come' mumbled through his digits.
Colby harshly snapped in your ear, "Who owns this cunt, darling?"
You grunted out a 'You do', eyes pleading with Sam to say you could let go.
Sam smirked, an almost evil glint in his eye. "I think she can come now. What about you, Colby?"
Colby paused, his fingers still moving at their fast pace. Your body was hot, sweat dripping down your back. Your face was flushed, and you felt like you couldn't breathe as you waited for Colby to say the magic phrase.
He kissed right under your ear sweetly, his lips then pressed against you. "Come for us, baby."
You cried out around their fingers, your body spasming in ecstasy. Sam finger fucked your mouth, making sure your screams weren't heard over the music as he sped up his fingers on your clit. Colby kept the pace as you exploded around him, your juices running down your thighs. He cooed in your ear, speaking softly that you were a good girl, a good slut for them, and that you were so beautiful when you come.
Your pleasure slowly subsided, Sam and Colby resting against you and their motions still. They breathed with you, kissing along your neck and face as you relaxed.
You were about to say something when all three of you could hear someone walking up the stairs. Sam backed up, removing his hands from your mouth and clit. Colby spun you both around, facing the person coming up the stairs. It was a scramble to make sure you looked okay, and you weren't even sure if you did.
A tall man in an all-black suit, one of the security guards, looked down the hallway at you all. "Excuse me, you can't be up here."
"Uh, sorry about that. My girlfriend wasn't feeling too well and the line for the bathroom was kinda long so we figured she could come up here and use this one." Colby smiled, placing you in front of him to cover up his hard on.
"Are you feeling better now, miss?" The man asked, looking at you.
Sam cut you off, thankfully; since you weren't sure if you could even speak yet. He cupped his hands in front of his body, trying to cover himself up. "Yeah, she's good. We'll make sure she feels better later tonight, though. Just to be safe."
You glanced at Sam, and he gave you a little wink.
"Please follow me back downstairs to the party." The man stated.
You trudged down the hall towards the man, Sam and Colby following close behind. Once the man turned around, you could hear Sam smack Colby's arm, saying 'She's our girlfriend' to him. They bickered back and forth until you got to the bottom of the stairs.
Colby smacked your ass playfully, his voice loud enough for only you to hear, "Donât go too far, Y/N. We're not done with you yet."
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