#i probably should write some about these guys huh
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P.E. funtimes
#edward nashton#riddlebat#doodles#fanart#au enseñanza media#i probably should write some about these guys huh#jon is exempt from pe because in this au his health is garbage#i gave joker a legal name lol#arthur napier bc i like the idea of him having a normalcore first name#he runs with converse shoes bc he never wears anything else and neither does bruce#ed sweats and heaves and feels like hes dying but he's actually decent at pe#the last doodle i did with like school sports events in mind#i only ever had one where i participated and it was kinda fun but mostly boring#it was wicked early and on a saturday#and we had to be in uniform even tho it was the weekend#idk why but being in uniform on a weekend feels all kinds of humilliating when youre a teen#anyways i pictured ed having to do the 3 leg race with bruce bc he's the only one who is not a head shorter that him#oh and in my head joker is stretchy but also very reckless so he breaks bones anyways#which is why i draw him with a cast on his arm#i think sometimes he'd break a leg too but i like the look of the arm cast#i imagine that bruce ed and jon look forward to drawing on his new casts everytime he comes back with a new one#and yeah the name arthur is a joker movie reference
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Ooooh hhhh the sleep deprivation is catching up with me
#only reason Iâm not writing another rambling post abt PDBC is because I can not stay awake probably#ohh bed is so comfy rnuuuuuurgrghghgh#so whatâs the deal with finch huh? tf is wrong with tha guy#i want to slap him and shove him in a dumpster#heâs my favorielâŠâŠ.favoriteâŠâŠ#this mfer wants to be burl Ives so BAD#Iâm in that horrid state where my brain is in the mood to do quick beta designs for characters but my body is Dying#might post some beta design soons to get some advice cause how the heck di you design characters#rrrghbhh the finchâŠâŠ.eeewww#christmas songs stress me out because theyâre always talking about bells .they should be be singing bout belle am I RIGHT#but also what the fuck s wrong with her too#shes a walkin ttalking plot device who. is a totalluybawful person so obviously she is so aweomsenqne ion steal her#steal her from roots and take her for myself st you canât stopmmr (not an evil heist) (ii have persmiissionâŠ..)#make sure to hit that belle beat teh absolute shit outta her donât hold back
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and once again I am suddenly overwhelmed with an intense feeling of not really fitting into a gender
#honestly I don't even know what this is about I just saw some stories on insta and it's like oh look#she is so proud to be a woman whoa ppl...actually do that huh#and I just realised I never really felt that way like. not fully!! maybe a bit of that yeah but not to this full extent of this#womanhood thing#and I mean yeah I probably felt more of it in my teens and like 20s but it only just occurred to me that it's never been to this full extent#of being womanly and motherly and nurturing etc etc#and now I do not feel like that art all I mean I mostly am a creachur. a divine being. if you will. a freak#and I love it tomorrow I'm gonna go try on some skirts which I haven't done in ages and I'm definitely gonna be doing it in a queer way#not in a girl way#anyway#I know this is really weird going on tag rants here where nobody except a few of my mutuals (hey guys love you lots thought u should know)#is gonna see let alone read this but I really don't have anyone irl to talk to abt gender stuff and I mean I tried?#but just idk. ppl don't get it? like everyone in my life already knows I'm queer and they sorta hand wave it away like that is too#complicated and not that important - and it isn't!! but it also is!#I think they might have been more understanding and sympathetic if I were trans but I'm not and being nonbinary is somehow too difficult for#them to grasp idk#and when I say I don't want to be a different gender and feel increasingly outside and to the left of my assigned gender the more I think#about it they just. do not get it. and it is kinda discouraging and leaves me feeling like not talking about it with them ever#I don't know why I'm writing all this tbh#gender#queer things
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been watching k-pop music videos because there's incredibly mesmerizing stuff in there choreography-wise, and my favorite lyric i've encountered by FAR has to be "thank you for ironing me who was wrinkled" (in BTS's save me, which also happens to have a really cool single shot video!). 10/10, no notes.
#also... i may have googled 'can one direction dance' some time over the past few days. and found the answer i expected#which is that they openly admit that no they can't. which is fair enough#but also like. they really were just some guys huh. which can of course be part of the charm but they really are. just some guys#1D being my point of reference because i spent most of my teens on a website where half the userbase was writing fanfic about them btw#i truly hardly know other western boybands. can tokio hotel dance? probably not but i guess their style sort of meant they didn't have to#*#anyway. i've also been watching TWICE and like. oh my god there's NINE of them and they're still perfectly in sync#it's not the sort of music i'd personally listen to by the album but no WONDER this is getting billions of streams. it SHOULD
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perhaps I have said this before but I do not understand where all the hostility for the common idea of soulmates (specifically as in, people who are destined to meet and fall in love) comes from.
I personally really love the fictional idea of two or more people being spiritually connected somehow, and the greater universe basically determining their fate (itâs difficult to word the ending to that sentence, but I donât mean âdetermining their fateâ in a negative or overly controlling way - the entire point of the soulmates concept implies pairing your literal soul with the soul or souls of the people that will make you the happiest version of yourself that you could possibly be.)
Iâve often seen ideas and concepts where itâs proposed that someone meets their romantic soulmate just before the soulmate dies, or perhaps learns of the soulmateâs death without ever having had a chance to meet them, and thus mourns for someone they really didnât even know, but personally, to me, that justâŠâŠdoesnât make sense? The concept of soulmates, this beautiful concept, is an inner machination of the universe expressing its love for the souls inside of it - why would it go through the trouble of connecting your heart to another personâs if the two of you were not destined to be an important positive part of each otherâs lives. The only type of world in which I could imagine the tragic âlosing your soulmate before you ever got to know themâ angle actually working, would be in a setting that involves living different lives over and over and over - and always being happiest in the ones where you and your connected soul/s encounter one another.
I also believe itâs important to note that there is a distinction between romantic and platonic soulmates. Perhaps a person would be happiest loving themself and not a partner - they would still have a soulmate or multiple soulmates in the form of close, personal friends (and I must make the distinction here that I use the word âfriendsâ with as much gravitas as I can possibly muster - in the would-be world of soulmates, these platonic relationships and connections are just as deep and meaningful as their romantic counterparts are, because thatâs how it is in the real world, too.)
perhaps it is the lack of control that scares people. and I understand that; I myself am very much a perfectionist, and have been suspected of multiple certain disorders due to one of my more intense symptoms being an averse reaction to sudden change, and difficulty managing my own expectations. but what I find almost comforting about the idea of a world in which soulmates exist, is this sort of inherent humbleness of a human discovering that no matter how defiant they are, no matter how hard they resist or say they will never care for their soulmate/s, they are ever so gradually forced to realize that they do care about this person, and they are in love with these people, and that there is indeed a benevolent greater force at work here that they likely canât even begin to comprehend.
I just imagine the serenity. the realization that theyâve been struggling against a non-existent current. the universe loves them, has always loved them, and gives them this solid evidence - in the form of a soulmateâs laugh or smile or affection -that their life means something. That the life was worth living because of how they contributed to othersâ lives, and how their own life was contributed to in turn.
#I have so many more worldbuilding thoughts on shit like this by the way#like sorry you guys hate fun I guess đ#I should probably write a dr soulmate fic at some point huh#*stares very pointedly at Korekiyo and Kokichi*#you two are going in the reluctant & unwilling soulmates box. go on get in there#Kaito is also going in that box but mostly just because of Kokichi.#and you know what actually maybe a little bit because of Kiyo too.#imagine being the biggest pussy on the face of the planet and then finding out one of ur soulmates is this creepy occult-loving motherfucker#no cause now I need to write this like PRONTO ugh#am about to take a shower and probably brainrot about this some more so bye for now âïž#soulmates#soulmate au#worldbuilding
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â· First Time?
Synopsis . When you get paired with the campus asshole, Sukuna, for a project, the last thing you expect to learn about him is that heâs a damn virgin. Nor did you expect to be the one to change that. / Pairing . virgin!Sukuna x fem!reader / Content . afab!reader, oral sex (m!receiving), premature ejac, non-curse college au, dirty talk, pet names, degrading, porn w plot, teasing, taunting, filth, etc. / wc . 6k
A/N: ty to the nonnie on my main who asked if Iâd ever write virgin!jjk men :3 [MDNI]
Who wouldâve thought?
Of all people, Sukuna, a virgin? It just didnât make sense.
He was this stand-offish asshole who most people respected out of pure fear. He didnât exactly do parties and yet you could always find him at one. Heâd always have some chick on his arm or even in his lap so, in what world would anyone with a brain assume heâs actually never been inside a woman before?
And to make his lack of game all the more unbelievable, heâs even rumored to have a big dickâ itâs like some overly well-known campus fact about the guy.
So, again, what reason would anyone have to think the guy was a virgin?
Certainly not you, of course. And you donât expect to be the only person to find out such information either.
The way you find out is probably even more bizarre than the fact itself. You and him had little to no reason to ever interact with each other. You werenât some shy nerd who holed herself up in her room all day or anything but you werenât much of the party type other.
You were stuck somewhere in the middle of all that, vicariously living through some of your friends who had better things going for them.
As such, there was no real reason for you and Sukuna to cross paths. He never even had a reason to acknowledge your existence until the two of you are paired up together for a project in the one class you happen to take together.
ââ
The background noise is the chatter of your fellow classmates and their own project partners, you find your partner grumbling out a low, âWhat?â In response to your last statement, having hardly heard a thing you said.
âI said,â You huff, sitting beside the man in question as today marks week two of you being paired up with him for this semesterâs project, âWe should be meeting up outside of class too. We could get his knocked out in like a day if you just-â
âOh that,â Sukuna cuts off casually. Seated all slouched back in his seat, his legs sprawled out in that signature manspread of hisâ he rolls his eyes at your little reminder, âYou said somethinâ about that last week.â
You speak through slightly gritted teeth, fighting the headache heâs about to give you from this conversation alone, âAll the more reason for you to take it into consideration. The faster we get this done, the less we have to deal with each other.â
As you say that, you glance at him only to find his eyes directly on yours already. Heâs got such lazy posture, his head tilted slightly whilst he gazes at you so intently, and his big muscular arms folded across his chest. Even wearing a black hoodie and gray sweats, he still looks as attractive as everâ mean low-lidded crimson eyes locked on yours, tattooed face so beautifully defined, and rosy lips pulled into such an uninterested little frown.
Up until your words hit his ears properly, âThe less we have to deal with each other, huh?â Sukuna repeats, narrowing his eyes even further at you, âYou barely even know me ând yet you want nothing to do with me already.â
âI know enough about you, Sukuna,â You say with a sigh, âAnd you hardly contribute to this project as is. Which only proves that everything they say about you is probably true.â
He arches a brow, his interest piquing, âAnd what exactly do people say about me?â
You let off a light scoff, âDonât act like you donât know.â
âBut I donât know,â Sukuna tells you honestly, maroon eyes boring into yours.
You stare for a moment as you try to decipher whether or not heâs being honest right now. How does he not know what people say about him? Everyone talks about his brooding personality very openly.
âThey say youâre an ass,â You eventually say to the man.
To which his lips twitch into a slight smirk, âAnd you believe that?â
âSeeing as Iâve asked you to, at the very least, type your name on this document and you havenât even done that yet,â You scoff, âYes.â
The two of you mildly glare at one another for a moment before Sukuna leans up in his seat. Breaking eye contact for just a moment to look at his laptop, he swiftly moves to open up that shared document of yours and types his name out with a heavy sigh.
After which, heâs slouching back again and looking at you, âDonât believe everything people tell you, woman.â
You roll your eyes at him, âWhat? Are you not fond of rumors? That still doesnât negate the fact that youâre an assho-â
âWhen do you want to meet up?â Sukuna grumbles out almost reluctantly, watching the way you pause and swallow thickly as he catches you off-guard.
Heâs almost even intrigued by how quickly you bounce back, despite being caught by surprise, âFriday. Are you free?â
âUnfortunately,â He grumps.
You give him a little shrug, âGood. Iâll see you then.â
And that was it. That was how each and every interaction with you and Sukuna went. Bickering back and forth about him not doing shit to help you with something thatâll affect your grade majorly, criticizing you about being too focused and needing to relax every now and then, and even calling you a stuck-up little brat one timeâ it was safe to say, you and Sukuna didnât get along too well.
Not that you minded anyway. He wasnât your first partner to care little about their grade so, you knew how to deal with these kinds of people by now. Typically, you indulge yourself in their craving to ârelaxâ just once and then they promise to start helping. Youâve gone down that path before and itâs worked for you then so you assume things will go the same way with Sukuna.
Plus, you guess you can give him a slight pass for his asshole attitude, at least he has a pretty face to look at. Dark ink always decorating his awfully smooth skin, deep dark yet beautiful ruby-shaded eyes boring into whatever it is his focus on, and broad shoulders looming over your smaller figure every time he stands in front of youâ you can't help but feel both attracted and intimidated by the man.
ââ
Which is exactly why when you open your apartment door for the scheduled meetup that Friday to crane your head up at him, youâre swallowing thickly to settle your nerves. Youâve never been alone with the man so of course youâre a bit nervous.
Especially with the way he gazes down at you like thatâs exactly where you belong: beneath him. His eyes are filled to the brim with intensity and yet heâs only just set them on you. Wearing a noticeable black compression shirt and those signature gray sweets of his, he almost appears as though heâd just come from the gym.
And just as you take in his appearance, he very openly takes in yoursâ his eyes raking over your body and taking in every single inch of you. After all, just as it was your first time alone with him, it was his first time seeing you dress so comfortably. He doesnât even try to hide the way he stares at your tits peeking out from the rather thin spaghetti-strap top you were wearing, his eyes soon trailing down slowly to those tauntingly short shorts you had on.
âSo,â Sukuna swipes his tongue over his lips and cocks his head to the side, hands stuffed in his pockets and eyes yet to lift from your legs, âAre you gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna let me in?â
You blink out of whatever little daze you were in, having found yourself gazing at his chest far longer than you meant to. It was right in front of your face after all, how could you look anywhere else? And his shirt was so damn tight, the fabric hugging his well-toned body perfectly, so much so that you swore you could make out piercings on his-
Sukuna leans forward suddenly, his face nearing yours to gain your full attention, âIf you keep staring at me like that, Iâm gonna assume you invited me over for something else-â
âSorry,â You chirp out as you clear your throat and awkwardly step back a bit to let him in, âYou can come in.â
Nodding, Sukuna slips by you and you shut your apartment door behind him. Then, youâre quick to lead him over to your living room where youâd previously been working on your project.
The two of you are hasty to take a seat on your couch, both of you only a few inches apart from one another whilst you lean toward your coffee table and log into your already open laptop. Sukunaâs eyes are all over you as always, studying your side profile, your intent focus on the screen in front of you, and even the way you-
âDid you even bring anything?â You suddenly ask before you glance at the man.
Sukuna quickly meets your gaze, ripping his eyes off of wherever theyâd been previously, âWas I supposed to?â
âSukuna,â You sigh out, âPlease tell me youâre joking right now.â
He swallows at the mere sound of his name rolling off your tongue in that scolding tone of yoursâ heâs heard such a tone from you time and time again and yet, for whatever reason, it never seems to annoy him.Â
âIâm not.â He says plainly.
âHow are we supposed to work on this if you-,â You cut yourself off and decide not to even attempt arguing with him. Arguing wonât change the fact that he showed up with nothing. âJust uhm,â You glance elsewhere for a second before an idea comes to mind and you place your laptop down and stand up, âStay here.â
Sukuna doesnât say anything. He merely watches as you huff and walk off, swiftly exiting the living room and disappearing down a nearby hall. He swears he finds himself looking at you a bit more than intended. Especially as you walked off, his eyes dropping to your ass and those damn shorts of yours.
Even when youâre out of his sight, he still finds himself staring in the direction of which you went, almost unable to look away for whatever strange reason.
That lasts for a few minutes until he snaps out of it and leans back against the couch, tossing his head back and letting out a long sigh. You soon return to find him with an arm stretched along the back of the couch, his legs spread as usual, and his eyes up on the ceiling.
He doesnât even notice youâve returned until he feels something placed in his lap. Looking down, Sukuna finds your laptop kindly set on top of him. To which his brows furrowed in confusion and he looked at you to see you sitting on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table with a paper and pencil in front of you.
âWhatâs this?â Sukuna scoffs.
You donât even spare him a glance as you begin writing something down, âHow weâll get things done.â He opens his mouth to say something but then youâre looking back at him with a glare, âI already organized the parts of this project that you have to do so, since itâs on my computer, you can work on that and Iâll work with what I remember.â
You wholeheartedly expected him to find something about this to disagree with you on but, to your surprise, he simply nods and redirects his focus to your laptop immediately.
And then, the two of you work exactly like that for the remainder of that little study session.
ââ
Sukunaâs not terrible to work with when itâs just you and him. If anything, heâs rather cooperative and a lot smarter than he leads on.Â
Which is why a solid two hours of productivity flies by surprisingly smoothly with him. If you asked him a question, he answered. Told him to do something, heâd say something snarky, and then do whatever it is youâve instructed anyway.
It all went so perfectly up until he let out a really heavy sigh, âAlright, Iâve had enough for this.â Sukuna says casually.
Heâs been repeating a similar phrase every thirty minutes or so but he usually gets right back to work after getting ignored by you. This time though, you get the feeling heâs serious when he pushes your laptop off of his lap and places it forward on the coffee table.
Itâs then that you frown, âOh câmon, we were getting so much done,â You comment as you glance back to him.
He shrugs, âI canât keep looking at that damn screen, itâs giving me a headache.â
âOf course it is,â You utter sarcastically, rolling your eyes whilst you place your pencil down and throw your arms up to stretch, âFine then, we can take a break.â
Sukunaâs brows lift in surprise. He didnât expect you to listen to him, âGood.â He hums, âI was getting bored as well.â
You scoff, âWere you?â
âYeah, can we do something else?â He asks.
Turning around, you rotate the way youâre sitting so that youâre facing him and your back is resting against your coffee table. âLike what?â You muse, meeting his low-lidded gaze.
âTalk,â Sukuna says.
Thatâs it? He wanted a break to talk to you? Your eyes are narrowing at him before you even realize, âTalk?â You repeat with a scoff, âSeriously?â
He nods, âMhm.â
âWhat do you wanna talk about, Sukuna?â As you ask him that, you watch the way his eyes casually slide down to your lips.
Does he mean to be this indiscreet with his looks? Or is he eyeing you down like that on purpose?
The man shrugs, âAnything outside of fuckinâ school.â
You laugh at that, âOkay, I can work with that.â
He tilts his head at you and licks his lips, âYeah?â Something about your little laugh threw him off.Â
âMhm,â You hum as you look down at your hand, fiddling with your nails a bit, âThe rumors⊠are they true?â
Thrown off yet again, Sukunaâs brows pinch together. âRumors?â He echoes in a genuinely confused tone, âWhat rumors, woman?â
The sound of your scoff makes him stiffen in his seat. Almost in an instant, the atmosphere had changed suddenly. âCâmon, donât play dumb,â You tease, lifting your gaze to him again, âThe rumors about you.â
He gives you a perplexed look and itâs almost as though you could see the gears in his head turning. âIf you know something, say it.â He demands.
You sigh, âSukuna, do you seriously hear nothing people say about you?â
Sukuna shrugs, âI donât care enough to remember. So what is it? What rumor?â
Youâre just curious. You swear thatâs all it was. And, naturally, since he seemed to have warmed up to youâ of course you wanted to know if that rumor about his dick was true. Youâre both adults and itâs just a silly question. Plus, with the way heâs been looking at you all afternoon, youâre sure he wonât mind answering you with a simple yes or no.
Glancing to the side, your shoulders lift a bit, âItâs uh, rather intimate.â You hush out.
Sukuna narrows his eyes at you, âIntimate?? An intimate rumor about me?â
His emphasis on himself makes your eyes flick back over to him. âYeah, are you sure you donât know what they say about you??â You ask again.
âPositive. Now speak, what is it they say?â Sukuna huffs impatiently, even more curious about this little rumor after the mention of it being intimate. After all, heâs never-
âPeople say you have a big dick,â You utter way too casually.
So nonchalantly that it makes him choke, a choke you donât mess with the way he clears his throat and sits up a little. âWhat?â He rasps out.
You bat those stupidly false innocent eyes at him, âI didnât stutter,â Your tone dips into something different and he catches every bit of it, âPeople say you have a big dick, is it true?â
Sukuna clears his throat and for the first time, he glances away from you. Then, he opens and closes his mouth, contemplating his next words carefully before they soon fall from his lips, âYou wanna find out?â
His offer spurs a shift in your seat from you as you scoot closer to him ever so slightly, âYou wanna show me?â You ask boldly, your tone direct, and not even a flicker of hesitation present.
âDo I want to-,â Sukuna pauses, his eyes scanning the entirety of your seated frame as you inch closer to him, âWhat?â He huffs, swallowing thickly.
You move to stand on your knees and lean forward to the couch, soon propping your chin up on your palm as you look at him, âShow me,â You chuckle, âI asked if you wanted to show me, Sukuna.â
He blinks, âShow you my cock?â
You shrug, âYeah.â
The air is so thick right now, Sukunaâs not sure how exactly he can play this off without making a fool of himself. He gulps yet again, only to watch as your eyes start to drop down along his body.
âStop,â He rushes out, âKeep your eyes up here. On mine,â He commands in a low tone, earning your gaze once more.
And then itâs quiet for a moment. Heâs staring at you and youâre obediently keeping your eyes up on his. Sukuna hates it but he doesnât know what to say or do from here. The last thing he wanted was for you to find out his little secret.Â
Itâs like he was waiting for a fucking pin to drop, something to break the silence. Yet, his mind was going blank and words were failing him at the moment. Heâs flirted with women before, plenty of times actually, effortlessly evenâ but for whatever reason, as you sit there with those stupidly pretty eyes staring at him, his mind simply flakes on him.
Heâs like that for a minute longer until you move. So subtly too, sliding a hand to his thigh, leaning forward slightly, batting your lashes at him, âSukuna?â You whisper.
His hips are rolling upward slightly at the sound of his name alone. âW-What?â He stammers, mentally cursing himself a thousand times over.
âIf you donât wanna show me you can jusâ say no,â You hum, smiling a bit, âYâknow that, right?â
He scoffs, âOf course I know that, woman.â
âIf you know that thenâŠâ Your fingers lightly squeeze his thigh and you tilt your head, âAre you gonna tell me or show me whether or not those rumors are true?â
Something simply clicks inside Sukunaâs head. Rose-tinted lips cracking into a smirk, the man spreads his legs further and slouches back into the couch, âFind out for yourself since youâre so curious.â
Your eyes go wide, âWhat?â
Sukuna scoffs lightly, moving one of his arms from the back of the couch and placing his hand over his crotch. Of course, your gaze sinks down to his veiny hand, watching as he palms a stupidly large bulge in his sweats.
Your breath hitches a bit, âI-I-â
You donât even get the chance to get it out before heâs cutting you off, âCâmere,â Sukuna hums in that low voice of his.
âWhat?â You whisper.
You and him make eye contact again and he nods his chin toward the space in between his legs. Nothing can really explain why you follow his gesture and quickly find yourself sitting in between his legs, taking a deep breath as you settle your hands on his thighs.
Sliding your touch up and up and up until your fingers graze his hand. The same hand that was resting on top of that aching bulge of his.
Sukuna slowly lifts his hand up and away, relaxing his arm on the back of the couch again as he stares down at you. Cocking his head to the side, âWell? Feel it.â He huffs.
You donât even hesitate. Trailing your fingers upward carefully until you feel the outline of his cock beneath your fingertips, gulping as you drag your hand up to cup his length in your hand firmly, and smirking at the way his cock twitches furiously beneath your small touch.
Sukunaâs mouth falls open for a second but youâre too engrossed in feeling him to notice. He lets out a shuddered breath as he watches the way you grope his steadily growing erection. His head even tosses back and his fingers dig into the couch for a moment.
âIt is big,â You whisper to yourself, your words only making him twitch more within your hand.
âFuck,â Sukuna grits out lowly, hips unconsciously lifting to press himself further against you.
His curse earns your attention. You quickly glance up to him and see the way heâs got his head tossed back, Adam's apple bobbing with every heavy gulp he takes, and his chest rising and falling rather quickly.
You lift your hand carefully and decide to test something out. Slowly, you lean forward and just barely press your lips against his clothed cock.
Sukunaâs whole body reacts. He gasps louder than he means to and heâs weaving his fingers through your hair faster than he realizes, palming your scalp as he quickly looks down at you. âT-The fuck are you doing? Huh?â He huffs while gripping onto your hair.
You lift your head a bit but he keeps you in place, despite his question to you. âI justâŠâ Youâre not exactly sure you can explain yourself.
And by this point, Sukuna doesnât think he cares enough to hear an excuse from you, ââŠYou what? You wanna see it?â
All you can do is give him a little nod before he moves his free hand to the drawstring of his sweatpants. Then you're quick to help him tug them down until his boxers are revealed to youâ a noticeable dampness in the fabric right where his leaking tip is. Was that because of you?
Before you can dawn on your own questions, Sukunaâs moving to tug his cock out. And fuck is he even bigger revealed before your eyes. With an upward curve, such an angry flushed tip, precum dripping from the slit of his fat cockhead, veins decorating his shaft and-
Shit, you were drooling. Howâd you get like this again?? Ah, who cares?
âSukuna,â You breathe out, ripping your eyes away from his cock just to look up at him.
He was almost panting, dark maroon eyes pouring down into yours, face flushed with different shades of red and pink, his lips parted softlyâ hell, he looked like he was in heat or something.
Gulping before he answers you, Sukuna clears his throat and his voice is already husky, âWhat?â
You shift against the floor, your hands relaxing against his large thighs, âCan I-â
âYeah,â He cuts off. Lord knows if you got that question out he was going to lose his damn mind.
You raise a brow and lean forward, keeping your eyes on his while your lips near his tip, âYeah?â
The last thing you get from him is a nod before youâre parting your lips. And from that moment forward, it all goes downhill. Everything from the way youâre sitting in between his legs to that initial connection of your plush lips against his drooling cock had Sukunaâs mind spinning.
Heâs never been sucked off before. Hell, the farthest heâs gone as far as sexual activities are concerned is a little bit of dry humping. But this? Oh hell, this was his first time and he had zero idea how he was going to keep that information away from you.
Especially when he feels your tongue slip from between your lips and swirl around the head of his cock, kittenly lapping up that slim layer of precum sitting so prettily on his tip.Â
âOh f-fuuck,â Sukuna groans huskily, the hand on your head gripping tighter.
You pull away from him slightly just to take in his expression and the way he tosses his head back. It was almost cute to you. The last thing you expected was for him to be so damn sensitive, you hardly did anything.
His sensitivity only worsens as you finally start wrapping your lips around his cock, feeling him throb when you sink your mouth down on him. Sukunaâs jaw goes slack and his brows twist up. He tries his best to hold it in but he canât help but moan at the way you leisurely suck on half of his lengthy cock.
Your saliva wets up the rest of his shaft and you make up for what your mouth hasnât reached yet with your hand, stroking him lightly whilst you take the rest of his girth in and out of your mouth. Rolling your tongue around him, pulling off just to messily spit and kiss on his blushing tip, and slobbering all over himâ Sukuna almost fucking kicked something with how good your mouth felt around him.
Heâs used his hand and other shit before but holy fuck, nothing, and he means nothing compares to that damn mouth of yours. The way you look with his cock stuffed right in between those lips heâs been staring at for God knows how longâ your lips all slick with spit, eyes rolling back the deeper you take him, and tongue sticking out every time you pull your mouth off of him.
You soon slip your mouth off of him and start jerking him off, focusing your tongue on his tip and slithering the wet muscle in between the slit of his cock, lathering your tongue up with his glistening precum.Â
The sound of Sukuna groaning makes you look up at him, finding his eyes on yours again. Heâs panting, trying his best to look like this wasnât phasing him but failing in every way with how flushed his face was.Â
Your tongue sticks out and your hand continues to slide up and down his cock as you tap his tip on your tongue, making his brows twist up.Â
He bites back a throaty sound, âHah⊠damn brat,â Sukuna huffs out as if to⊠degrade you?Â
You almost find it cute how clearly inexperienced he is, spitting a fat wad of spit onto his pretty wet tip and then smiling at him, âSukuna,â You coo, your hand gripping his shaft tighter, âIs this your first time?â
He instantly looks off to the side, the veins in his neck and along his jawline tensing as he grits his teeth. Since he decides to ignore your little question, you take it a step further and slide your hand down his cock, gripping his thick base firmly before taking him into your heavenly warm mouth again.
His expression breaks completely, âOh shit,â Sukuna moans, his hips bucking up into your mouth as you slide him deeper into your mouth than you did before.
Then his hand is pushing your head down further on instinct and heâs subtly rutting his hips up. You lift your head up despite his constant pushing, soon causing your head to bob up and down whilst you suck him off skillfully.
âJusâ like that,â Sukuna suddenly groans and you moan around his cock in reaction. To which he keeps giving your mouth mindless little thrusts, âDonât s-, agh, stop.â
Sucking him deeper and deeper before you move your hand completely, you suck in a deep breath of air through your nose, open up the very back of your throat, and sink all the way down, your lips meeting his pelvis as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Sukuna kicks something. Probably your coffee table with the way one of his legs extends out so suddenly, a choked-out groan ripped from his throat as your little move was all it took for him to cum. And itâs so much too, hot thick ropes of cum spurting down your throat, his hand holding onto your head for dear life whilst a moan of your name rolls off his tongue.
Youâre still sucking too, pulling up only to swallow what heâs gifted you and then stick your tongue out. Laying it flat against his tip, you leisurely lick at him as if to beg for more and now the manâs pushing your head away for the first time.
When you lift your eyes up to him again, you notice heâs got his tattooed arm over his mouth and his lashes are batting softly at you. For such a big man, he was so ridiculously cute right now. Panting, sweating, cursing under his breath as if you couldnât hear him.
âYeah,â Sukuna utters suddenly, clearing his throat, âThat was⊠my first⊠time. I uh-â
âDo you want more?â Is the last thing you asked him before you were sitting back on your heels and he was stumbling to his feet.
You had to guide him through it of course but, Sukuna doesnât hesitate to stuff your face full of his cock again. You take him so kindly too, obediently sitting there with your hands gripping his thighs for support with every careful thrust of his hips.
He was trying to be gentle with you at first. Partially because he didnât know what the hell he was doing, and also because he just loved the initial entry into your mouth. Over and over, Sukuna slid his dick in and out of your mouth like he was possessed, addicted to the feeling of you greedily sucking on him.
He was still sensitive from his first orgasm but his cock had yet to go downâ twitching inside that sloppy mouth of yours, aching against your tongue, and dripping into the depths of your throat. Sukuna wasnât much of a talker but he damn sure let out a plethora of grunts and groans.
They were so husk too, coming from deep within his chest, some getting caught in his throat when he felt your tongue flick against a specific vein on the underside of his cock. His fat tip knocked into the back of your throat with a single heavy thrust before his hands were latching onto the sides of your head.
Again, heâs not much of a talker but, something seems to come over him all at once because soon heâs got his gaze locked down on the messy sight of you and heâs huffing out words before he realizes. âEyes up here, câmon, hah⊠look at me,â Sukuna grunts.
Your eyes are completely glossed over as they flutter up to him. A moan vibrates against his skin as you make such intimate eye contact with the man, feeling his hips pick up.
Sukuna nods, âGood girl,â He praises in a low purr, and fuck does that do wonders for you because your legs are squeezing together more than they were before and youâre whining against him. âFuck, yâlike that?â He huffs, earning a sloppy lilâ nod from you.
He then feels you hum, âM-Mhm.â And heâs got chills slipping up his spine in pleasure.
Cracking a lazy, lopsided, and almost fucked-out little smirk, Sukuna scoffs, âYeah? Fuck, behind all those g-glares ând-, agh, scolding me⊠this is all you wanted, hm? A throat full of cock?â
His words had you whining again, fluttering your lashes at him as your fingertips dug into his thighs a little. Sukuna eases his hips back slowly, tipping his head to the side as he gently caresses the side of your face with his thumb.
âMessy girl,â He hums deeply, biting his lower lip at the way youâre just drooling for more and more as he pulls himself out of your mouth completely. âJusâ look at this face,â Sukuna chuckles, âYâlook like a slut cryinâ like thatâ itâs cute.â
Blinking, you hadnât even realized you had a tear or two sliding down your face. Your mouth remains open for a second before he moves to rub his tip against your plump lips, smearing your spit and his cum all over the damn place with a little grin on his face.
ââKunaâŠâ You whisper, earning a quirk of his brow, âI canât believe youâre a virg-â
âDonât finish that sentence,â He grunts, moving a thumb to your chin to widen how open your mouth is for him, âJusâ⊠keep sittinâ there lookinâ pretty fâme,â Sukuna says.
You roll your eyes at him and all he can do is smile, pushing his hips forward again and easing his cock in between your lips. He slides in slowly until you can feel him pressing right against the back of your throat. To which he keeps himself there for a second, testing that gag reflex of yours and watching your eyes water.
Moving his hand back to the top of your head, he buries his fingers in your hair, âSo fuckinâ sexy like this,â Sukuna compliments, feeling you moan in response, âMâgonna cum again, stay j-just like that,â He breathes out heavily, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull before heâs throwing his head back.
And as if to coax his orgasm out, you carefully move a hand to cup his balls, sucking on his cock as best as you can and earning an accidental sound from his throat. The second your palm is felt against him, the moment he feels your tongue slicking against him, Sukuna whines.
Then his thighs are tensing and heâs groaning loudly as if to cover up the sound that just left his lips, filling your throat with his seed and then tugging your mouth off of him with a quick pull of your head. Youâre quick to swallow for yet a second time, letting out a needed cough after the fact while he stumbles back just a bit, his calves hitting the couch.
âVixen,â Sukuna growls.
You clear your throat and send a smile his way, âNot my fault you cum easy.â
Sukunaâs slow to sit back down on the couch to catch his breath, âTell anyone about this ând Iâll-â
âOh,â You suddenly purr, cutting him off as you lift yourself up from the ground. He watches with slightly widened eyes as you move to straddle him, âDonât tell me you thought we were done?â
Heâs at a loss for words all over again, his confidence suddenly getting caught in his throat and flying out the window. Your hands slip to his broad shoulders and you lean forward a little.
Sukunaâs hands shakily find their way to your waist as he stares up at you, âYou want more?â
You smirk, tilting your head at the dumbfounded male, âDonât you?â You ask in a sultry little whisper, making his sensitive cock twitch once more. âAt the very leastâŠâ Your lips slowly near his and heâs losing his breath, âTaste yourself, Sukuna.â
And then your lips are on his and heâs taking your tongue into his mouth. His grip on your waist tightens before he pulls you flush against him, feeling your crotch press right against his cock thatâs steadily twitching back to life.
The two of you share a heated and messy kiss, your hips carefully swaying against him to encourage his returning arousal. You canât really use curiosity as an excuse anymore, can you?
Well, you can. And you do with the way your hands slide down to his chest, your fingers slipping over his nipples to find exactly what youâd been curious about. You flick your fingers over his piercing there and Sukuna lets out a low hiss, prying his lips from yours and sending you a glare.
Not only did that little move of yours make his cock spring up completely but, you also notice the frown on his face.
Smiling at him, âSukunaâŠâ
âDonât.â He huffs.
âYou have nipple piercings?â You end up asking anyway in a happy little tone.
He grits his teeth slightly, ââŠObviously.â
Chuckling, you press a soft peck against his lips and whisper, âCan I see them?â
âNo.â He replies.
Part two.
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â i like the way you kiss me . Ęâ âč . ĘË .
â the ways in which they kiss you when you aren't actually together yet âËâčâĄ
contents: gojo x gn!reader, geto x gn!reader, nanami x gn! reader, choso x gn!reader, megumi x gn!reader, yuji x gn!reader, yuta x gn!reader, headcanons/brief drabbles, slightly suggestive for some of them if you squint a/n: just some headcanons i wanted to write after listening to i like the way you kiss me by artemas plus i needed a short writing break from my risk - megumi fic that i've been working on. hope you guys enjoy this !!!
gojo satoru kisses you like he misses you already despite barely being apart for more than a few hours. it didn't matter to him that he just saw you moments ago. that was nothing more than a trivial fact to him, just like the fact that you two still weren't actually together yet, in the grand scheme of things. why should he be waiting any second longer to feel your touch on him? he was never good at being patient anyways.
"missing me already huh?" you murmur against his lips, his hands securing you against him as he pinned you against the brick wall of the restaurant behind you two.
he scoffs at your comment. "oh shut up." his lips are on yours again in a matter of second. you weren't going to lie, you were enjoying this. to see someone so powerful like gojo satoru yet so susceptible to your presence to the point where he couldn't wait anymore to have your lips against his. with his flushed cheeks and slightly puffy lips, you want to forever immortalise this image of him in your mind. silently, you thanked whatever was out there that he decided to forgo his sunglasses tonight as their absence allowed you to truly appreciate the beauty of his eyes, even being able to notice the tiniest specks of what appeared to be gold in his pupils.
as he tilts his head to the side to better fit his features against yours, you swear you can feel his every breath with how flushed his chest is against yours. you even earn a soft groan from him when your fingers dance across his undercut, taking your time to run your hands through his snowy locks.
you're glad that his eyes are closed right now, getting a ticklish sensation as his long eyelashes kiss the expanses of your cheeks with the slight flutter of his eyes so that he isn't able to notice how the red blush that was once contained on your face has now expanded outwards to the tip of your eyes. he bites at your bottom lip gently, as if asking for permission to go further and you grant his request with a faint gasp of your own.
"noisy, aren't we?"
"oh shut up."
geto suguru kisses you like you're his already. the way he snakes his arms around your waist and presses his lips against yours only makes you sink further into his touch. if he wasn't holding you up right now, you would probably melt into the floor just from his proximity alone. you've been dancing around the issue for a few months now, fleeting touches in a dark room, longing glances across the room. it was all fun and games for both of you, seeing how long you could drag out this game of teasing and temptation until the other had enough. you thought you were doing pretty well. that is, until he decided to show up here again and well, just imagine the feeling of his lips against yours wasn't enough anymore.
you've always wondered what it would feel like to card your hands through his raven tresses and now, with your fingers tangled in up there, you can safely say it was better than you could have ever imagined. if it wasn't you who was the one messing up his hair, he would have some choice words to say about it, but as of right now, that was the least of his concerns. right now, his priority was seeing how long it would take for him to become consumed by his desire for you and it seemed like he wasn't going to last long. not with how you would let out a low whine every time his teeth grazed your lips or with your wandering hands taking this opportunity to explore the expanses of his well-sculpted back.
you feel like you've just had your breath stolen from you with how heavily you were panting against him, your faces flushed with want and kiss-swollen lips as evidence of what had recently transpired between the two of you. neither of you make the move to break apart as he leans down to ask.
"so what does this make us?"
nanami kento kisses you with so much restraint it only incites you to try and break down his defences further. his kisses barely feel like pecks, leaving you to subconsciously chase him for more every time he pulls away. he doesn't dare to try and do more, to push the boundary further. not only are you not technically together yet but also he's afraid. not of you, but rather of what would happen if he let his resolve fall and indulged in his selfish desires for what would be the first time in a long while.
he stops for a moment, his face barely hovering centimetres above from yours as his eyes flicker between your slightly agape mouth and your half-lidded eyes, watching him closely as you try to anticipate his next. he couldn't tell which one was drawing him in more at that moment. his breath hitches momentarily when he feels a soft tug at his tie, your right hand absent-mindedly toying with the edges of it as you place your other hand against his chest as if attempting to brace yourself against him. he couldn't tell but your legs felt like they were about to give out at any second with how every single cell in your body felt electrified with the amount of desire and anxiety coursing through your veins.
silence dragged on for what felt like ages, both of you unmoving in your positions until you muttered under your breath. "kento..." your voice was barely above a whisper but at that moment, it turns out that he was not as strong in his resolve as he thought he was with that being all he needed to dive right into you, fully untethered this time as his lips crashed against yours.
kamo choso kisses you like he's scared that this will be the first and last time he'll ever get to do so. there's so much fear and hesitation in his movements yet at the same time, you can feel the fervour and passion that is pouring out of him with every movement of his lips against you. his hands are hovering around your figure, scared to fully let himself hold you as if he's worried that the moment he makes contact, you're going to snap out of whatever daze you're in and run away from him. you aren't going to do that of course, if only he knew how long you were waiting for this to happen. as you feel the cold of the concrete wall against your back, the two of you part, albeit reluctantly, from each other to catch your breaths.
"..are you sure?" he asks breathlessly. his pupils are blown wide open as his eyes seemingly turn into infinite purple voids, watching your every movement unblinking.
you run your fingers across the back of his neck, toying slightly with some of the loose black strands that were clinging to his skin. he looks pretty like this, you think to yourself. he looks at you so eagerly, so soft and pliable in your hands, as he nervously awaits for your response.
"never been more sure."
fushiguro megumi kisses you like you're the air he breathes. who would have thought someone so famously reserved like megumi had it in him like this? you aren't given long to ponder on that thought as his lips are against yours once again, moving in sync with an imaginary rhythm as you frenziedly grasp at the material of his shirt in a weak attempt to try and ground you against his closeness to you. with every slide of his lips past yours, you're pretty sure that he's simultaneously taking and giving you back your breath which you previously thought would be impossible to do but are now sorely proven wrong.
you're not even a lightweight or anything when it comes to alcohol but you're pretty sure you're drunk on the feeling of him the moment his mouth was on yours. much to your surprise, the spikes that he calls his hair are actually pretty soft as you run your hands through them, a soft tug at the hair beneath your fingers drawing out a barely disguised groan from him. you giggle softly against his lips at his reaction and he silences you with another kiss, not that you were complaining as you ardently respond by tilting your head off to the side slightly to grant him better access to your face. your eyes are closed but you can imagine the half-hearted scowl on his face with how his brows furrow in the way that they always do against your forehead.
even though it was barely minutes ago, your mind is hazy as you try to remember the circumstances that led to this situation right now. it was probably a stupid argument that you guys got into, like the two of you usually do, and somehow that resulted in him wanting to prove his point more unconventionally. you give up on trying to recall the details as you can feel your face start to burn up as one of his hands start to wander down to rest against your hips.
"so," he pants, the heat of his breath is warm against your lips. "does that prove my point?"
itadori yuji kisses you eagerly, trying to savour every single moment of his lips against yours. you could feel the excitement basically pouring out from him with each movement of his lips against you, even eliciting a giggle from him that reverberates against your mouth as your noses bump against each other. it's a messy, disorganised sort of kiss with you being sure this is the third time you've accidentally grazed your teeth against his. fortunately for both of you, you're all way too engrossed and intoxicated on the sensation of the other's lips to care.
every time one of you tries to catch your breath, the other tries to chase your lips as they attempt to recapture that feeling again. as your arms encircle his neck, pulling you close to him, you're pretty sure you can feel him groan quietly against your lips with his hands reaching up to cup your face. with a deep sigh, you sink into his warm embrace, taking the moment to fully breathe him in like your life depended on it.
one of his hands falls from your face and gives a tentative squeeze at your waist to which you gasp quietly. taking this opportunity, he breaks apart from your lips and presses a flurry of kisses across your face which earns him a wide grin from you as you half-heartedly attempt to defend yourself from his sudden kiss attacks.
if you knew that a simple, experimental peck on the cheek could earn you this, maybe you should try to do this more.
okkotsu yuuta kisses you like you're a dream come true. hear him out. he never thought that he would get to experience touch like this ever again in his life, nevermind it coming from you in this manner. to him, you were what sweet dreams were made of, so ethereal, so delicate and so much better than whatever could exist in such a cruel world like this. but once again, defying all his expectations, you were here right in front of him and your lips were on his, faster than in the blink of an eye.
cradling the back of your head with his hands, he leans into the feeling of your lips against his as the two of you move in sync with each other. as if the moment couldn't get better, it was as if your lips were perfectly moulded for his or vice versa. he didn't care which way it was, all this fact did was solidify the thought in his mind that you were sent down onto earth from whatever heavenly plane people like you come from just for him to bask in the presence of.
his eyes are closed for two reasons. one, because he's scared that if he opens his eyes, this will be nothing more than a dream that he has to wake up from and two because he's pretty sure that if he was able to see you in your flushed, kiss dazed glory, he would explode on the spot.
despite being able to tell how badly he's been wanting to kiss you, he doesn't let it overpower him, instead taking the upmost care to make sure that you were still unharmed, treating you as if you were some piece of delicate china that could break at the slightest of wrong moves. while it was nice, you were feeling particularly greedy in that moment. you wanted more.
right as he breaks apart for air, you're already back to pulling him closer than humanly possible at this point by the collar of his shirt and you find that you're rewarded with a soft gasp escaping from him as your lips find each other again, this time with a renewed sense of desire and want.
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@lunariadew asked: 'Can you write a poly fic maby like a feel good fic or date night or something with all the boys! Iâm greedy and I think thereâs not enough poly fics as there should be'
Nothing profound this time around! Just some good old-fashioned shenanigans. I've wanted to do a fic with all the boys for SO long (Infold, hire me to write a sitcom-style show for the guys, PLEASE) I've kept it platonic since it's early stages; it's open to interpretation about how many sparks are flying and between whom exactly..... đ But if ppl want more of this, I'm all over it. Platonic or romantic? I'll play it by ear!
Game Night
L&DS Boys X Reader
Summary: The most important men in your life can manage one evening together, right? For you? Please? Pretty please?
Genre: Fluff + humour
Warnings/Additional Tags: f!reader, some swearing, a lil conflict, non-canon (I know some of the guys probably know each-other but we're pretending they don't đ)
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!
âRafayel⊠what do you think this is?â
The artist stands at your open door, wearing a self-assured smile and one of the flashier outfits youâve seen him in, and thatâs really saying something. Between you is a bouquet of lilies, petals curled like frozen licks of fire that complimentâ deliberately, if you had to guessâ the warmer fires within his eyes. Those eyes narrow at your question.
âWhat do you think it is?â he says suspiciously, lowering the flowers.
ââŠGame night?â
Youâre not sure why you phrase it so tentatively. You know what it is; youâre the host. You open your door wider, stepping aside to give Rafayel a better view of the apartment behind you, and the remainder of his smile sinks.
âHi,â Xavier calls out, and you donât have to see him to know heâs giving a wholesome sort of wave.
âHiâŠâ Rafayel answers, barely more than a whisper as his eyes flit between everyone else in the room, because heâs the last to arrive. âGame night, yeah,â he nods assertively, âI knew that.â Then a deep breath: âCan I, like, put these somewhereââ
âKitchen counter,â you gesture.
âGot it.â He doesnât have to be told twice.
Closing the door behind him, you watch as he skirts past the lounge and makes for your kitchen, where another bouquet already lies waiting. He zeroes in on it. âLooks like mineâs not the only heart youâre breaking tonight, huh, cutie? What are theseââ he pokes at a petalâ âdaturas?â
âTheyâre her favourite,â speaks a distinctly low voice.
Rafayel doesnât look up. He plonks his bouquet on top of the other and winces: âTheyâre really not, though.â
âHeâs right,â you chip in, giving Sylus a sheepish smile, and now Rafayel looks up, beaming.
âShe likes roses,â Zayne says, with the calm confidence heâd quote a medical journal. On the sofa beside him, Xavier nods, and you grin at them both.
âNoted,â Sylus chuckles.
Rafayelâs less convinced. âSince when?!â
âSince forever, Raf. I like lilies too, so I didnât say anything, âkay?â You beckon him back to the lounge, ignoring his splutters of disbelief. âCâmere, let me introduce you to everyone.â
The man slinks to your side like a reluctant shadow, and your hands find your hips. âThis is Zayne. Xavier,â you point out, putting faces to names; Rafayelâs heard stories about each. Then you nod towards Sylus. âOver thereâs Skye.â
From his place by the window, Sylus lifts a hand in greeting.
âSo⊠yeah,â you finish. Oh, wait! âGuys, this isââ
âThey know who I am,â Rafayel shrugs, his fame apparently heavy on his shoulders. He glances around the room for validation, but he gets none, so he tries again. âYou do know who I am, right?â
âSorry,â Xavier admits with an awkward smile, glancing back at Sylus: you?
The man has to think about it. You know for a fact heâs traded more than one of Rafayelâs paintings for a profit, but he smirks and gives an even more exaggerated shrug than the artist himself.
Really?
âYouâre Rafayel,â Zayne states plainly.
âYeah! See, I told you, cutieââ
âYou slipped on a paintbrush and checked yourself into Akso, right? The nurses still talk about it.â
Rafayelâs enthusiasm drains. He looks conflicted as he mulls over the additional information. âIn, like, a good way?â he hazards.
Zayne stares back at him, wielding silence like a scalpel before cutting deeper with a: ââŠsure.â
You bite back a smile. Leaving the two to discuss the finer details of Rafayelâs notoriety at the hospital, you wander over to the kitchen, where you fish out a vase from the back of a cupboard. You fill it, set it down on the counter, then reach for Sylusâs bouquet. Thereâs a black satin ribbon; you untie it.
âAre you sure this is a good idea, sweetie?â asks the man himself, joining you discreetly.
The others canât really hear youâ theyâre still talking. âWhat,â you smirk, retrieving your scissors from a drawer, âyou worried Xavierâs gonna arrest you?â
Sylus laughs lowly, quietly. âThatâs adorable.â
âGood.â You pick up a flower and trim a leaf from the stem. âBecause even if he wanted toââ you wave it, just short of his faceâ âIâd protect you, ok?â
He regards the flower beneath his nose. Smiles smugly. âThese can be toxic, sweetie.â
âReally? Whoops.â You put it down, then snatch up a lily from Rafayelâs bouquet. âEn Garde!â
âThese too.â
âWhat the hell?â
The flame-red flower drops from your fingers, and Sylus laughs more sincerely. âStick to roses, kitten. OrâŠâ He moves his hand over his deconstructed bouquet, his Evol pruning the rest of the leaves from the stems. A tendril of it gathers the flowers, delivering them to him so he can hold them out to you with a flourish. âLive dangerously. Who am I to judge?â
You take them, then plop them into the vase. âCute.â
âIâm here all week,â he grins. âYouâd better wash your hands, hmm?â
With a hmph of agreement, you turn to the sink. You spend half a minute, rubbing soap and warm water over your hands, and when you turn back aroundâ still drying themâ something is different. The lilies are gone. Sylus is looking at you, innocuous.
âReal mature, Skye.â
He makes no effort to defend himself. Youâre about to tell him that his magic better extend to making flowers reappear when your attention is whipped back to the lounge. The voices from that side have raised, so you lean forward on your kitchen island, watching their owners in a sort of stakeout.
âI take it you have a plan,â Sylus whispers, leaning with you.       Â
You look at him. He looks back. âThe plan is for hosts,â you scold, ânot guests.â Heâs much too close so you step away, reaching for the vase of daturas and holding them threateningly out, like youâre not afraid to use them. âGo back to the guests, deserter.â
Sylus lifts his hands in surrender, smirking in a way that says he knows heâs met his match. You shoo him further, back into enemy lines, then resume your stakeout. Xavier is sharing his own âembarrassingâ medical storyâ talking about a time where he once passed out from exhaustion while fighting at your side, and you think itâs supposed to make Rafayel feel better.
It doesnât, of course, and even Zayne is gazing down at the floor, self-conscious.
Sylus meets your eyes across the room, signals with a tip of his head: now's a good time for that master plan, sweetie.
Right. Your plan. Your master plan, yeah.
âŠ
âYou should have picked the doctor.â
Sylusâs words are near-silent: for you, not anyone else, and you pretend you donât hear them. âBut no,â he carries on, because he knows you can, âyou just had to have the artist.â
âItâs Pictionary!â you snap, drawing all eyes in the room.
Lounging beside you, Sylus feigns an amused surprise, as though he hasnât just been trying to illicit that exact reaction. On the other sofa, Zayne and Xavier stare, taken more genuinely aback. You give a smile of apology.
âGuys, concentrate!â Rafayel clicks his fingers at you. Heâs stood in the centre of the space by a large drawing pad, and he goes back to frantically sketching on it. The drawing is⊠interesting. Abstract. Maybe even beautiful? But you donât have a clue what it is.
âThirty seconds,â warns Zayne, studying the little egg-timer heâs guarding.
You tilt your head at the drawing. Thereâs maybe aâ wait, where did those extra colours come from? Where did he even get those pens? Anyway⊠thereâs a circle. âA globe?â you guess. âEarth! No? Umm⊠oh! The sun! The moon!â
Rafayel shakes his head with every suggestion, adding even more intricate, unhelpful scribbles. Is that a fifth pen?! You nudge your other teammate, calling for back-up.
Sylus regards the drawing listlessly. âA unicorn.â
âWhat?!â Rafayelâs tone has reached a pitch that almost makes you wince. âNo! Câmon, are you even trying?â
âNo,â Sylus lilts with a pleasant smile, lifting the drink heâs been nursing to his lips.
You kick his foot. âA bowl of fruit!â you exclaim, determined to make up for the lack of enthusiasm. âA plate? A plate with food? Breakfast! Lunch! Dinner!â
âTimeâs up,â Zayne interrupts, and itâs a mercy, really; you deflate with a sigh.
Rafayel puts his hands on his hips as he takes a step back to observe his work. He tucks four fine-liners back into his pocketâ purses his lips as though he really canât see a problemâ and heâs keeping you all in suspense.
Sylus is up in an instant, stealing a card from where itâs been discarded on the coffee table. He reads the answer, then rolls his eyes. The original pen was also abandoned, so he plucks it up, then strides to the drawing pad.
He draws an oval. Then a triangle.
âA fish! A fish!â you cry out.
âYouâre good at this, sweetie,â Sylus grins. He puts the lid on the pen with a click before dropping it into Rafayelâs hand.
âIs it my turn?â Xavier asks, trying to relieve the tension of the room. He gets up and smiles as Rafayel passes him the pen. âYour drawing is pretty. The composition is reallyââ
âDonât,â Rafayel says. âLike, thanks? But donât.â
âFair enough,â Xavier chuckles.
You all prepare for the next round: Zayne handing you the egg-timer, Xavier re-organising the stack of prompt cards. Sylus takes a photo of the drawing pad before ambling back overâ a moping Rafayel in towâ and they both sink down either side of you. You glance at the latter, giggling. âA fish, Raf? Really?â
âSo I didnât just wanna draw you some basic fish, ok?â The artist crosses his arms with a pout. âBut fine, enjoy mediocrity, I guess.â
To your left, Sylus raises his glass in toast to the notion. Thereâs a noise: Xavier tearing the used page from the pad. You look up. âXavier, can I have that?â
âSure.â He brings it over to you.
You look at the drawing again, holding it at armâs length and rotating it experimentally. Youâre seeing a lot, but nothing that screams âfishâ. Thereâs a circle, still. Oh! âItâs a fish bowl! Wait, wait, waitâ is that Reddie?â
âYeah!â Rafayel beams.
âAww!â
The renewed team spirit drops off with Sylus; heâs on his phone, not paying attention. He seems to sense your scrutiny because he peers up, gives a ghost of a smile, then returns to whatever heâs doing. Meanwhile, Xavier is ready for his turn, so he signals for you to start the timer. You give him a thumbs up as you turn it over. âGo!â
He starts drawing.
âA car,â Zayne guesses after all of five seconds. Correct. Next. âA river? No. Oh. A snake.â Yes. âA cupcake?â Also yes. (In fairness, he was never going to struggle with that one.) âA person? Ok. Oh, a scientist, no? Ah, a doctor.â Yes again, and reallyâ what?
Zayne continues to list correct answers, though thankfully, thatâs the last of the coincidences. You watch on, vaguely in awe, until you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You check it casually, aware that Sylus is next to you, looking down at it too.
Itâs a text from him: The drawing⊠Can I have it?
You glance up at him subtly, meeting his eyes and giving a discreet yet firm shake of your head. He frowns. Youâre not having this debate here, now, so you let your gaze return to the drawing pad while idly retrieving your drink.
A few seconds later, thereâs another text: Found buyer
Then another: Quarter of a mil
You almost choke on that drink.
âUmm⊠cutie?â Rafayel asks, poking you. He points at the timer youâve left on the coffee table, and the top half is empty.
âShit, yeah. Thatâs time!â you call.
Xavier stops drawing. The small, crude sketches behind him have reached double digits. He looks really proud. âGreat! How many was that?â
His eyes find you. Zayne and Rafayelâs, too. Were you supposed to be counting? Uhâ
âEleven,â says Sylus, and itâs way too smug to be a lie.
âAwesome!â Xavier flips the drawing pad over to where youâve been tallying point totals. He adds eleven marks to one side. âThatâsââ he counts bothâ âah, thirty-three to nine.â
A silence falls over the room. Unsure of what else to do, you give a half-hearted round of applause and Xavier laughs awkwardly, still humble, despite it all. âI think weâre kinda done with Pictionary, yeah?â you suggest, rising from your seat. âI should probably get started on food, anyway.â
âOh, donât worry about that.â
The insistence came from Xavier, and you freeze suspiciously; heâs never turned down free food.
âYouâve already done so much,â he explains, âsetting this all up for us. You should relax, really! Leave it to me.â
The word ârelaxâ is not synonymous with the image of Xavier anywhere near your kitchen, but heâs looking at you so earnestly, blue eyes brimming with warmth, and what are you supposed to say? No thanks, Xavierâ I value my life? Everyoneâs watching you. Gods help you. âThatâs really sweet, Xavier. Thanks.â
Your fellow Hunterâs smile widens even more. He heads off to the kitchen, a spring to his step that makes your heart sink with dread. âActuallyââ you glance at your ex-teammatesâ âcould you two go help him? Zayne and Iâll tidy up over here.â
Rafayel and Sylus do as theyâre asked, even though their expressions remind you that cooking is not, typically, a three-man job. Itâs tactical, though. You wanted a moment alone with Zayne. âAre you ok?â you ask, once the others are out of earshot. âI know this must all be a lot. The guys can be, well⊠yeah.â
He knows what you mean, right?
Zayne has slipped away from the couch; heâs crouched on the floor, collecting a few prompt cards that have wandered astray. He glances up at you, pushing his glasses back on his nose. âIâm ok,â he assures with a fond smile. âThank you, though.â
âYouâre welcome.â He hands you the cards and you slot them back into their deck. Then you turn to the drawing pad. âYou and Xavier make a good team, huh?â
The doctor straightens to his full height. âMmm. It helped that we didnât spend the entire game comparing the size of our⊠drawing abilities.âÂ
You laugh unashamedly. The penâs still at-hand, so you pick it upâ reward another point.
Zayne chuckles.
âFoodâs gonna be a while.â
You both turn, following the voice back to Sylus, who has apparently decided heâs had his fill of kitchen duty. What was thatâ a minute? He seems to have anticipated your dissatisfaction, because heâs brought a bribe with him: the box of chocolates that had come with his bouquet. Itâs already open and he holds it out, tempting you.
Heâs rightâ you donât know when youâll next be eatingâ so you select a heart-shaped chocolate, popping it into your mouth with a smile and a muffled: âthanks.â
Sylus smiles back. Then he holds the box out to Zayne. âDoctor?â
It takes a nod of encouragement from you to prompt Zayne into taking something. He chooses a white chocolate truffle, mumbles his own thanks, but Sylus doesnât relentâ not yet. He shakes the box slightly, incitingly, and he doesnât move it away until Zayne takes two more.
Your physician shoots you a surreptitious smile as Sylus falls back onto the couch, content heâs won your hearts, and that he wonât be sent back to the kitchen anytime soon. His long fingers lift another chocolate from the box, and he meets your eyes as he slips it slowly past his lips, humming likes heâs enjoying himself.
You cross your arms, unimpressed. He gives you the least convincing look of innocence youâve ever seen.
Thereâs an exclamation from the kitchen: âHey, where did my flowers go!?âÂ
Shit. You hastily push the drawing pad aside then scurry over to assist Rafayel. You donât have a plan, exactly; itâs not like you can help him look for them. âUmm⊠theyâre around, Raf. I moved them somewhere safer, thatâs all.â
âWhere?â
âUhââ
âDoes it matter?â Sylus speaks from behind you, because he and Zayne are close at your heels. âShe said theyâre somewhere safe.â He leans on the kitchen island. âDonât you trust her?â
Rafayel scoffs. âI trust her plenty.â
âSo prove it. Drop it.â
âSkye,â you caution, âstop.â
Sylus does stop, but not because you asked. Heâs done enough already, hasnât he? Rafayel is bristling with indignanceâ a lit fuseâ and behind him, Xavier sneakily checks the trash can, looking relieved at what he doesnât find. He gives you a subtle glance: Where actually are the flowers?
You lift a shoulder an inch: Beats me!
Thereâs a soft, almost imperceptible crackle, and it draws your eyes to the vase of daturas between you all. Theyâve caught lightâ their petals twisting, darkening, within larger flowers of fire.
âRafayel!â you gasp. âNo, no, no, the fire alarm!â
The torched flowers are encased, all of a sudden, in a fine layer of shimmering frost. Sylus blinks down at them, unmoved by their destruction. Zayneâs hand is still outstretched, snowflakes etched over his palm. Then something⊠odd happens. The ice doesnât stop. It spreads over the rest of the kitchen island, to all of your bewilderment.
âZayne?â Your voice is fraught with worry, but you donât give a damn about your kitchen.
The man winces, and you so rarely see him out of control. The silver-white patterns have crawled up his wrist, and the ice continues to spread; even Sylus steps back. Sharp, jagged crystals start to formâ inching out towards everyone.
âZayne!â you try again.
His chest rises as he drags air through his teeth; it looks like it hurts, but the ice does stop. The others are still, suspended by momentary uncertainty, and you rush to Zayneâs side, taking his hand.
âWhat the hell was that?â Rafayel remarks, shaking away his surprise and thawing an icicle thatâs way too close for comfort.
âHe wouldnât have needed to use his Evol if you hadnât used yours.â
Itâs Xavier, strangelyâ you would have expected Sylus. The Hunterâs tone is gentle as always, but thereâs something behind it, this time: a frustration that lends an edge.
Rafayel hears it too. âHey, Iâm not the one who started this!â He points to Sylus. âHeââ
âHas been lighting fires all evening,â Xavier finishes. âBut at least his were only figurative.â
Sylus laughs, and itâs the kind of laugh where you just know heâs vying to make things worse. âLook at that,â he says, âthe boy next door can bite.â
Xavierâs eyes sharpen. Beside you, Zayne slips his hand from yours. Itâs an instinct you know well. This moment is volatile, and you have to be ready. It could go a dozen different ways; itâs just waiting for a spark.
âGuys,â you manage to get out, âplease, just⊠everyone, take a breath, ok? Everythingâs fine, we just have toââ
A spark.
Thereâs smoke. Actual smoke. âXavier, behind you!â Zayne alerts.
Itâs creeping out of the oven and Xavier turnsâ eyes wideâ to open its door before any of you can stop him. Thicker smoke billows out, filling the air, and you all scramble away from it. The fire alarm triggers. You think Rafayelâs shouting something, but you canât really hear him. Then Sylus is shouting. Maybe even Zayne. The alarm is piercing your ears and making you dizzyâ or is it the smoke?
You feel a hand on your shoulder and suddenly everything changes.
Thereâs cool air, brushing over your skin, and itâs dark; youâre outside the building. You can still hear the alarm, shrill but further away, and your window is easy to spot: thereâs a red light flashing behind it. Sylus leans into your vision, saying your name.
âStay here,â he tells you, âalright?â
Heâs gone in another moment, lost to a flicker of crimson-black darkness.
Gods, youâre so stupid.
âŠ
You sit on a short wall outside of your building, and the street is full of people. You recognise most of them: neighbours. Every single one is mad at you. Youâre all waiting for the alarm to cut outâ for the all-clear to be given. The fire wasnât that serious in the end, but thereâs still a procedure. You would know; this isnât exactly your first evacuation.
The guys are safe, which is good, because it means you can kill them later. Theyâve all gotten lost in the throng, and your neighbours can keep them. Maybe theyâll kill them for you. Â
âHey, cutie.â
You were staring down at your feet, but you look up at Rafayelâs voice. Heâs coming towards you, evoking a sense of dĂ©jĂ vu, because heâs clutching a bouquet of flame lilies. Thatâs⊠the bouquet of flame lilies. How?
âSkye gave âem back to me,â he explains, chuckling at your expression, and heâs close enough now to hold the flowers out to you. âI donât know where he was keeping them. His Evolâs weird, huh?â
âYeah,â you say timidly, taking the bouquet and gazing down into the petals; they still smell sweet.
Rafayel sits next to you, shuffling close, and he leans his head on your shoulder with a tired sigh. You want to be mad at him. You really, really doâ but youâre suddenly not.
âIâm sorry, Rafayel.â The admission barely makes it out of your throat.
You feel his head lift. âYouâre sorry?â
âI know it was just a misunderstanding,â you speak into the flowers, âbut tonight⊠wasnât what you were expecting, I get it. I mean, I kinda threw you into the deep end with all this. You didnât know you were gonna be around other people, and Iââ
âWhoaâ cut that out, yeah? Youâre killing me, cutie. I spend the whole evening causing trouble, and youâre gonna take all the blame? Nope. Not happening. It was a collaborative effort at least, ok?â
You giggle. âOk.â Â
âGood.â His head slumps back down on your shoulder, and yours tilts to rest against it. âThanks, though. Really,â he whispers, so quiet you almost donât notice.
Footsteps and familiar voices draw you from the intimacy of the moment. The others are wandering back to you, having finally escaped the veritable mob of your neighbours. They all look tired.
Xavier settles down on the other side of you, and Zayne sits beside him. Sylus takes a seat next to Rafayel with a huff, but heâs not half as unhappy as heâs pretending to be.
All of you sit in silence, gazes flitting between your windowâ where there are still glimpses of moving figuresâ and everyone else whoâs been evacuated. For the first time all evening, the quiet isnât tense. Itâs peaceful. Easy.
âWeâll do better next time,â Zayne speaks softly.
Next time? You scoff. âDo any of you actually want there to be a next time?â
âI had fun,â Sylus chuckles. Heâs taken his coin from his pocket, and he flips it, amusing himself.
âI had fun too,â Xavier grins.
âCooking again, Xavier?â quips one of your neighbours, as they happen to pass by.
The man beside you laughs, but you can tell itâs forced. Your hand finds his; you give it a little squeeze, letting him know that it wasnât his fault. His heart was in the right place. Itâs always in the right place.
You nudge Rafayel away from you so you can sit up straighter, your free hand rubbing your arm, caressing prickled skin. Youâre about to ask for a jacket when something heavy drapes over your shoulders. Itâs a coatâ still warmâ and its owner is stood behind you; you didnât even notice him get up.
âThanks, Sylus,â you smile.
All eyes turn to you. What are theyâ?
Oh.
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IMPERFECT FOR YOU (18+)
you, doing a friend a favor, have to tutor miya osamu. but instead of learning about chemistry, heâs more interested in learning about you.
WC: 5.8k (send an ambulance)
WARNINGS: explicit drug (marijuana) usage, dubcon (sex under the influence), mentions of female anatomy and female identifying reader, use of âbabyâ as petname, this is severely under-edited iâm so sorry
TAGS: frat/popular!osamu x nerdy/unpopular!reader, f!reader, porn with (some) plot, college au, post-timeskip, smut, hair-pulling, cunnilingus, petnames, reader has anxiety somebody pls give her a hug, if you get a magnifying glass osamu has a corruption kink
NOTE: i needed a palate cleanser so i can get back into writing so thus this was born. i intend to make this a mini-series (maybe?) or maybe just blurbs/headcanon series, who knows! let me know what you guys want <3
âAbsolutely not.â
âCâmon,â Your friend whines, folding her hands together in mock begging, giving you the best puppy eyes she could muster even throwing in a quivering lip for her dramatic performance. âHeâs a perfectly nice guy!â
âSo what youâre telling me, this guyââ You begin, dumping a sugar packet into your coffee.
âWho Iâm tutoring.â
âRight. The guy you tutor, who never comes to classââ
You stir your coffee. She nervously chuckles.
âWho is on the verge of failingââ
You stab your straw into the cup. She lets out a tense âmhmâ.
âAnd needs to pass this final to avoid being on academic probationââ
You raise the straw to your mouth. She nervously fiddles with her fingers.
â... Needs to be tutored by me instead?â
You take a sip of your coffee as your friend shrinks into the booth seat.Â
âWell, you didnât have to put it like that,â she grumbles through a slurp of her drink.
You should have known that when your best friend offered to take you out to your favorite cafe, on her, she was up to something. And you knew that when she bought you your favorite muffin, she was going to be asking you something ridiculous. The last time you were offered a free muffin, you ended up having to pretend to her parents that you were dying in the emergency room so that she could sneak out to her hookupâs place.Â
The plan almost worked until they came to visit you out of concern, only to find you both not there. She was grounded for another two months.
You turn to her.
âAnd why canât you do it?â Your friend was supposed to be the one tutoring him, so you were confused about why it suddenly had to be you instead.
âBecause,â She grumbles as if it were obvious. âIâm already busy trying to pass my own exams, that stupid research paper for Professor Takeda is driving me crazy, babysitting my piece of shit brotherââ
Translation: Iâm in over my head.
âBesides, everyone knows youâre a genius and youâll pass no matter what, so why not take on a charity case in your free time, huh?âÂ
She grins at you, not bothering to hide her obvious attempt at fluffing your ego to convince you.
âDoes this guy even have a shot at passing?â You sigh, taking a sip of your latte. âI mean, if he doesnât bother to come to class, how much effort do you think heâs gonna putââ
âHeâs a smart guy, trust me! Itâs just⊠yâknow how college is.â
Right, heâs a college guy. He was probably knee-deep in parties instead of his textbooks.
âWhyâs it on you to let this guy pass? I mean, itâs not your problemââ
âWell, his brother sorta said if Iâd help him, Iâd be invited to all the frat parties on campus this semesterâŠâ There it is.
She trails off but still stares at you with pleading eyes, and you notice her sliding her muffin towards you.
âYouâre not gonna let up on this, are you?â You ask as you inspect the blueberry-crusted pastry now on your plate.Â
âNope,â she replies, popping the âpâ and grinning with her coffee straw dangling in her mouth. âDoes it help that heâs super cute?â
You sigh again and pinch your nose bridge. She takes your lack of response as a victory.
âGreat! I already told him that youâd come by tonight. Iâll send you his address and phone numberââ
âYou told him I was coming before you even knew Iâd agree?!â
âWell, what else were you gonna do tonight? And donât tell me youâre gonna watch that shitty soap opera again.â
Again, you donât have an answer. Maybe because sheâs already said it for you. But itâs not shitty! Itâs romantic, moving, thrillingâ okay, yeah, youâre starting to hear yourself. Maybe you shouldnât stay in tonight.
âFine, where does he live?â
âYou have to be fucking kidding me.â
At no point did your friend mention to you that the address she was sending you to would be a frat house.
You thought it was odd that the address was in the dead center of campusâ but you figured that whoever you were tutoring happened to get an apartment with a great location. It shouldâve been obvious to you that this area would be Greek life housing when you realize all the houses on the block were way too nice to be afforded by a typical college student. You have never stepped foot on this end of campus. Well, you hadnât, until now.
You shouldâve stayed home, nose-deep in the romance novel weighing down in your bag. But now, youâre standing on the front porch of one of the most popular fratâs on campus.
âIâm gonna kill you,â you sneer into the phone pressed to your ear.
âQuit your yapping! Itâs not like thereâs a party going on or something.â You could practically see your friend rolling her eyes through the phone.
You anxiously dart your eyes throughout the house exterior. Itâs massive, obviously well-funded based on how nearly every window seems to be polished, and definitely better than the shitty dorm you lived in a few blocks away. You couldnât help but dread imagining how many frat brothers lived inside.
âIâm gonna leaveââ
âHey brat, put that down!â She screeches to presumably her younger brother on the other end of the line. âUgh, gotta go. Have fun!â
âWait!--â
She already ends the call before you can say anything else, and you fume at her contact information staring back at you. Seriously, if somebody axe-murdered you here, youâd make sure to haunt your friend for the rest of her life.
You weigh your decisionsâ a part of you wants to bolt back to your dorm, imagining the comfortable blanket and pillow resting on your bed practically awaiting your return, or you could not chicken out and actually fulfill the promise you made to your friend.
Damnit, you knew you had to pick the latter. Youâd feel really shitty if you didnât.
Besides, youâd never hear the end of it if you ran out with your tail between your legs.
You ready yourself to knock on the door, admittedly through a few deep breaths first, and as your fist is about to meet the wood of the door, it swings open from the inside. Had you been a second quicker, you probably would have tapped your tutee in the face.
Except, now that youâre looking at him, heâs quite tall. It would be more at his chest than anything. His broad chest was covered in a tight black shirt, with strong shoulders⊠In fact, you couldnât even see his face if you were simply staring forward.Â
âYa the tutor?â He states simply, breaking your train of thought.
You look at him to notice that thereâs a face attached to the chest you were staring at. You look up, and dammit, your friend was right. He was super cute.
His hair is dark, with heavy gray eyesâ bored and lazily staring at you, dumbfounded on his doorstep Thereâs a series of tattoos snaking beneath his shirt and piercings you couldnât even begin to countâ you nearly forget that you have to respond.
âUhmâ yeah, thatâs me,â you reply, trying to regain your mental footing. âYouâre Osamu, right?âÂ
âMhm, come on in,â he says, sticking his hands into loose gray sweatpantsâŠ. You should really stop staring. Or at least pretend you have a semblance of class.
You step inside and slip off your shoes as you briefly inspect your surroundings. The frat house is above all else, what you expected. Minus for the fact it actually seemed clean despite the typical frat stereotypes you heardâ though, youâre sure their cushy funding got them cleaning services. Thereâs no way a bunch of college guys living together could keep a big house like this clean without some help.
However, that makes you take note that there is a lack of frat brothers in the frat house.
âAre ya just gonna stand there and stare or come inside?â Osamu remarks and your spine grows twice as stiff. You nod quickly and follow him inside and he leads you to what seems like a living room areaâ some couches and chairs around a TV and coffee table.
Osamu gestures for you to sit and you cautiously sit down, as if the couch had a trap door, leading you to fall into whatever scary basement sat beneath the house.
âWhereâsââ You clear your throat, hoping you can keep a firm voice. â-- the rest of your brothers?â
âAll of âem left on a trip for the weekend, somethinâ âbout a party at another school, but I gotta stay back and study for this damn final.â
You quickly pull out the textbooks and notebooks from your bag and place them on the table to ignore Osamu, who takes a seat beside you. He makes you unbearably nervous like youâre about to drop on a rollercoaster. But Osamu is⊠Heâs⊠stoic? No, thatâs not right. Maybe calm was the right word. You wouldnât knowâ youâre anything but calm right now.
No, because, quite frankly Osamu looks like he was plucked straight out of one of the daydream sequences you fall asleep to. And you feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest from how fast it was racing.
âSo, you need help with medicinal chemistry?â You notice your voice is an octave higher than what it usually is.
âYeah, I missed too many classes and now I donât have a fucking clue whatâs going on,â he sighed, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. Whatever you do, do not look at the way his arms are flexing or the distinctive veins charting throughout his forearms.
âWe can startââ you flipped through your textbook to avoid staring at his arms any longer, âwith the chapter on structure-based relationshipsââ
âYer not who I thought Yuki would send.â
âIâm sorry?â You sputter back, and you think that your glasses pivot off your face. You were taken aback, did he think you were somebody else? Was he expecting someone else or?--
âSheâs one of my brotherâs friends. And my brother⊠Well, I donât think ya would hang out with the likes of him.â
Oh, thatâs what it was.
He was disappointed that you werenât⊠someone more interesting, like your friend, or the people he knew in his frat, orâŠ
It doesnât matter. You shouldâve expected this. After all, youâre just the tutor he has to tolerate for a few lessons until he passes his final.Â
But still, you feel some sort of rejection. You couldnât blame him, his Friday night was being wasted on some nerd who couldnât even look him properly in the eye because she wasnât used to being near cute guys, let alone one of the most attractive guys she had seen in, well, ever.
âDonât look like that, I think thatâs a good thing.â
âI look like what?â Your hand flies to your face, instinctively going to hide it.
âLike I kicked yer puppy,â he muses.Â
You look back at him, and you see that heâs almost amused by your nerves. Your cheeks burn and you feel the need to wrap the cardigan you had on tighter around you, as if the wooly cotton would act as some sort of shield. But Osamuâs still right beside you, and you feel as if heâs intercepting some sort of barrier between you. But he sits still next to you.
âI like it, ya seem chill, and better than the damn morons Iâm always âround. Yer a nice change of pace.â
A nice change of pace? You didnât think that anyone would find your company⊠enjoyable.
âPlease,â you laugh. The idea of you being chill momentarily makes you forget about your nerves. If only Osamu knew half the thoughts racing through your mind. âIâm a goody-two-shoes, and definitely not chill.â
âWhat, ya a good girl or somethinâ?âÂ
You falter. You glance back at him and notice that his eyes still havenât left you.
âWhat?â You say, but it comes out more like a squeak. Youâre not dumb, you could hear the indication ever so slightly tinged in his voice.
âYa just interest me, I guess. Wanna know âbout ya.â You hear slight amusement in his tone.Â
âSo tell me, what makes you a goody two shoes?â
âI, uhmââ You barely are processing an answer with the way his dark-rimmed eyes bore at you. âWell, I havenât ever smokedââ
âWeed orâ?â
You shake your head. âNeither.â
âYa drink?â
âSometimes. Not often. I donât go to parties or anything like that, and drinking alone is kinda depressing soââ
He snorts. You arenât sure why you were answering his sudden questions, you were just here to tutor him in chemical structures. But something about his presence beside you is commanding and you feel the need to comply.
âMaybe we can change that sometime.â
You barely compute what he just said before he turns to the textbook in front of you.
âSo whatâs this âbout structure activity?â
Osamuâs smarter than what you expect for a student possibly facing academic probation. Honestly, you question if he had ever needed you in the first place. Heâs quick to pick up on the topics you lay out, and he probably could have self-taught himself most of the material if he applied himself.Â
Or showed up to class, but you keep that thought to yourself.
âThatâs pretty much all of chapter five,â you say, closing the textbook in front of you.
âI honestly think if you just kept studying on your own, you donât need me to tutor you, I can send you some videos too if youâd like, but I think that youâre fineââ
âNah, Iâd prefer if ya came over.â
He says it simply in a lazy drawl. But for you, it sends your brain into overdrive. You feel like a computer whose code has an error but keeps trying to run its system.Â
âOhâ Alrightâ I can come around sometime next week then.â You barely maintain to keep your composure. You just needed to be on auto-pilot until you got home, where you could properly freak out in the sanctity of your own room.
âYa okay with late nights? Stupid frat schedule keeps me busier than Iâd like to be.â He asks.
You nod your head. âMhm, Iâm fine being over late.â
âThat too much for ya?â And thereâs a lazy smile across his lips. âYa got a bedtime or something?â
You give him another small laugh. âNo, I usually stay up late anyway.â
âYa stay up late? Doinâ what?âÂ
There it is again. That sliver of amusement in his tone, as if he knows something that you donât. But he keeps his calm demeanor, the one that makes you question if youâre just reading too much into things.
âReading, watching shows, yâknow, the normal stuff.â
Reading the stack of romance novels piled in your dorm until you see the sun peak through your blinds, watching soap operas until the screen asks âAre you still watching?â because they assumed you left it open when in reality youâve watched about five hours worth of television, dreaming, and wondering if someday you could attain even a fraction of the romance you see in fiction.
Yeah, the normal stuff.
At least for you, anyway. But hell would freeze over before you admit that.Â
Especially to Osamu, who you couldnât help but feel a twinge of a flutter in your chest for.
âThatâs all ya got planned for Friday night?â He hums, fingers absentmindedly twirling a pencil in his free hand.
âYup,â you reply, softly. Great, now he probably thinks youâre a loser just like everyone else. You should have just told him you were going to head to a party, like any other normal college student your age.
âYa wanna do somethinâ with me, then? Iâm bored as hell being in this house all alone.â
For a moment, you think that you hear him wrong. Certainly, a guy, as hot, as intimidating, andâ and so many things youâre not, and certainly couldnât match to, was offering to hang out with you. No way, this doesnât happen. Not to girls like you.
âYou wanna hang out with me? Like right now?â
âWould ya prefer a different time, then?â His tone though, doesnât suggest that he wants to reschedule. Itâs painfully sardonic. It seems like it would be now, or not at all.
âN-no. IâdâŠâ
For once, you have a chance to not have a nose in a book. To not spend your weekend alone wondering if that was going to be the rest of your college life. You have the chance to do something for yourself.Â
And something as simple as hanging out with a cute guy on a Friday night could be the start of that.
You sit up straighter and hold your head up. Something is tickling in your chest as you look back at Osamu, finally meeting back those eyes that couldnât seem to stop studying you.
âYeah, Iâd like to.â
Something is screaming inside you. This is unfamiliar territory. This is foreign. Leave now. Abort mission. But you shove it down, you werenât stopping while you were already ahead. New is good, you told yourself. But you still feel the urge to bolt out the door to cower under your covers.
You had put all your school supplies back into your bag and nestled yourself into the corner of the couch, making yourself as small as can be. Osamu said you two could âwatch a movie and chillâ. You could do something as simple as a movie, right?Â
âYa comfy?â He asks.
âYeah, thank you,â you say quietly, as if speaking up would take up more space in the room.
âI can tell that yer nervous,â he comments. It was that obvious, huh?
âYeah, I donâtâŠâ you pause to collect yourself, âusually do this.â
âHang out with guys only after a few hours of meeting âem?â He laughs, relaxing himself on the couch.
âHang out with guys,â you mutter under your breath.
âWhatâd ya say?â He says, looking over at you questioningly. It seems he heard you.
âI donât hang out with guys, at all,â you replied, tone clearer now, âmuch less cute onesââ
Shit, shit, shit. You didnât mean to say the last part.
âYa think Iâm cute?â
You wondered if you sank deeper into the couch, thatâd youâd disappear completely.
âI mean, yeahâ youâre attractive, of course.â He has to know that, right? A guy like him definitely knows heâs attractive. âAnd usually⊠guys like you donât hang out with⊠people like me, thatâs all.â
Youâre not sure where the sudden gust of courage comes from, considering you were so anxious moments agoâ but the question spills out from your mouth before you can think twice about it.
âWhyâd you want me to hang out with you?â You ask suddenly, turning to him.
âMaybe âcause I think yer cute,â he states simply as if it were an easy answer, leaning back and looking back at the TV.
You havenât been paying attention to whatever movie Osamu turned onâ What was this? Some slasher flick?-- Something with a girl shrieking at the top of her lungs while obviously fake blood pours out of her. Itâs ridiculous and you would laugh if there wasnât a weight weighing on your mindâ the weight is also sitting right next to you.
No, you canât notice the terrible special effects when you know Osmau is beside youâ warm and taking up the majority of the space on the already small couch youâre both sitting on.
You canât help but have your brain go into overdrive over what Osamu said. Did he just call you cute and then drop the topic? What were you supposed to do? Just watch the movie and just not address it? Is this what guys did? Is that how you flirt?-- you have a lack of answers. Mostly due to a lack of experience.
You spend the first thirty minutes of the movie wondering if you were just imagining Osamu slowly inching towards your half of the couch. By the time the first half of the movie is through and the killer is on his third victim, you decide youâre right when you realize that Osamuâs thigh is ghosting yours.
Now you really canât deny it.Â
A part of you thinks Osamu wants to be closer to you.Â
But also, he could just be doing it subconsciously.
Itâs probably the latter, but maybeâŠ
âI can hear yer heartbeat from here,â Osamu practically chuckles from beside you.
âWhat?â
You try not to stammer it. You fail, anyway.
âI can tell that yer nervous, relax. I donât bite.â
No, youâre certain that Osamu doesnât bite. But you know that heâs close to you. Which could be worse. In fact, that is worse.
Itâs worse because your senses are going haywire from how close he is.
You can tell he smells good. He smells better than whatever cologne sample youâve ever smelled in a store or magazine. He smells likeâ whatâs the term? Musky? Woody? You arenât sure, you just know itâs slowly becoming your favorite scent.
You can feel his body heat, warm and consuming. You can hear his breathsâ low and steady. You focus on all these other things to ignore the fact heâs boring his dark eyes straight into you.
âI got something for ya,â Osamu suddenly remarks. âStay right there.â
You barely process what he says before he removes himself from the couch, and heads out of the living room.
Your brain isnât able to overanalyze like it usually does because Osamu is back in about a minute. Your defenses are still up. What could he possibly have for you? Your mind is sprawling with questions as Osamu plops himself right back beside you.
âCâmere, this should help yer nerves,â Osamu hums, as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him.
You donât ignore the way you feel his hands skimming over the sliver of exposed skin between your sweater and jeans, like hot coals brushing against you.
 âYa never smoked before, right?â
âNo, Iâve neverâŠâ You realize that what he was holding in between his fingers was a freshly rolled blunt.
âWould ya like to try?â
You couldnât lie, youâve always been curious to try, especially since your friends were always talking about how âamazingâ it made them feel and how it would do wonders for your nerves.Â
You look at the blunt between his fingers cautiously and peek back at him.
âItâll be okay, I got ya, nothing to worry yer pretty little head about.âÂ
Pretty. Did he call you pretty? He has you?-- Fuck it, you needed something to put out the fires of your nerves.
âOkay, letâs do it,â you nod meekly.
âAttagirl,â Osamu grinned lazily. You donât even bother to think about that comment, either. If you did, youâd be dead in a minute.
You watch as Osamu digs around the coffee table for a lighter, which is conveniently laid out on the table, as if ready for this moment. You watch as he flicks a flame to the blunt. He languidly takes a hit, and the smoke that hits the air is pungent. Youâre glad thereâs a window cracked open so the smell doesnât collect in the room.Â
You should be studying his motions to mimic them for when it's your turn, but instead, you drink in the fact that he looks oh so fucking attractive.Â
He leans back on the couch, and you watch the way he tips his head back to blow out the smoke into the air above. You study the way veins flow through his neck and the way his Adamâs apple bobs as he exhales. You feelâ fuzzy, warm. Are you high already? Thereâs a heat creeping from your chest, and you think you feel dizzy.
Yeah, youâre high. Totally. That has to be it.
When Osamu takes a look back at you, you avert your stare to your lapâ reminding yourself that youâre acting odd. Cool girls donât gawk at a guy smoking a blunt, they wouldâ Well, you have no idea what they would do actually because youâre not cool.
And thatâs obvious from the way you look at the blunt in Osamuâs hand like heâs handing you an unpinned grenade.
Osamu clocks in on the terror painted on your face. Itâs so obvious somebody ten miles away could probably sense the nerves emitting from your body. Youâre hoping you arenât giving the deer-in-headlights look you usually have.
But you definitely are.
Osamuâs face softens at you.
âDo ya still wanna try? Ya donât have to if ya donât wannaââ
âNono! I wanna try it.â you nearly jump at Osamuâs words. Youâre a lot of thingsâ nervous, nerdy, probably weird if you asked the guy who sat next to you in chemistry, but maybe thatâs because heâs seen you write in three separate color-coded planners before.Â
âAlright,â Osamu chuckles as he watches you take the packed roll from him.
But youâre not a quitter.
Thereâs a sudden adrenaline rush for you, almost like youâre taking a shot of tequila. You pinch the blunt and raise it to your lips before taking a hitâ your very first.
You make sure not to inhale much. Youâre already on the verge of coughing from the taste alone. You pull it away, letting out a meek cough, as smoke expels from your mouth. It tastes shitty and gross, like you expected. But you feel good?Â
âNot bad,â Osamu muses, and you realize he was watching you the entire time.
Osamu looks at you. Heâs been looking at you a lot tonight, you realize.
But that doesnât mean anything.
âI have no idea how you donât cough,â you say, as you pass the blunt back to him.Â
âTaste bad?â He grins lazily. His arm is still around your waist. It feels good, too.
âHorrible.â It doesnât stop you from inhaling more of the sour smoke.
âLook at ya,â Osamu chuckles. âLike it, donât ya?â
Youâre making Osamu smile, laugh even. And it makes your head spin even faster. Itâs so good.
Good, good, good.Â
Everything feels so fucking good.
Osamu makes you feel good.
âWhat are ya mumbling about?â Osamu asks plucking the blunt from your fingertips, and you snap out of it. Well, almost, the feeling is still pooling in your chest, headâ everywhere.
âI justâ I feelââ
âFeel what?â
You start giggling. Doesnât Osamu feel it too?
But maybe he does because heâs smiling at you. Itâs not the same giddy heart-melting feely smile you have plastered on, itâs more relaxed. But you almost could see⊠a bit of amusement.
âFigures ya would be a lightweight for yer first timeâ probably shouldnât have given ya the strong shit, butâs all I had.â
âI wanna do it again,â you sleepily smile waiting for Osamu to pass you the blunt.Â
But he doesnât. Instead, Osamu pauses to look at you again. This time he seems⊠inquisitive. He looks at the roll between his fingers, and you can tell that heâs calculating something in his headâ then he looks at you.
âYa wanna try something?â
His voice is low and thereâs that tone of interest again.Â
âTry what?â
âItâs a⊠different way to take a hit.â
It doesnât take much to convince you and you nod at him. You just wanted more. More of the good feeling, more of Osamu.
You expect him to pass you the blunt, maybe with some sort of instructions, but instead, he takes another hit. Youâre about to ask whatever question you had before Osamu reaches for your chin and takes it firmly.
Despite your brain being foggy, your brain is working overtime. Osamu is touching youâ staring at you. And now his face is ghosting yours. Youâre close enough to notice the slightest freckle ghosting his left cheek. Were you always this warm? No, youâre burning. Thereâs a fire sweeping in your chest, your head, your faceâ everywhere. Youâre so warmâ Osamuâs so warm.
And thereâs a moment where you zero in. Osamu isnât exhaling.
You realize what he wants to do.
The smoke inside his mouth isnât for himâ it's for you.
Your lip doesnât even quiver in the way it usually does whenever you blurt out something nervously. Instead, your lips part invitingly, and you barely even register Osamu has closed the distance until his lips are brushing against yours and thereâs a wisp of smoke pooling from his mouth to yours.
Osamu still had one hand steadied on your chin and the other was caging you into the couch corner. The further the smoke spills into your mouth, the more you sink into the couch. You barely even register thereâs no more smoke to inhale because your back hits the seat of the couch, and Osamuâs on top of you.
âThereâs a freckle on your left châ mmph!â
Osamuâs mashing his lips into yours in an instant. You didnât even think there could be any more room for Osamu to close inâ he was already so close to youâ but you were wrong.Â
The kissingâ itâs sloppy, depraved, even. Your glasses press against your face painfully from how quickly Osamu pounced on you, so you pull them off your face, not even caring where you throw them. You both feverishly want more, more, more. Osamuâs grabbing at your hips, his hands big and pawing at you. Your own hands are mapping the outline of his shoulders through his shirt. Osamuâs large body dwarfs your own, his weight resting on you. Your hands feverishly grabbed at him as your lips chased after the feeling youâve been relishingâ the good feelingâ the feeling is pouring straight into your lips like rushing water and youâre drinking it in. It marries itself with the dizzy euphoric feeling clouding in your mind. So, so good.
Heâs everywhereâ you feel him everywhere. Your head is spinning. Osamuâs lipsâ coated in saliva mixing with your chapstick, pull you in even further. You donât even know how youâre breathing, you havenât gone for air in what feels like years.
But Osamu, selfishly, wants more. And so do you. So you donât protest when you feel him rut his hips directly into yoursâ the throbbing bulge in his pants hitting that sweet spot you werenât even aware was wanting for more. You moan feverishly against Osamuâs lips, the sound barely spilling out against him.
Osamu pulls himself off your lips, burying his face into the crook of your neck so you can feel every rugged heavy breath against your skin.
âFuck, baby.â Heâs panting, his hips grinding deeper into yours. The sweatpants heâs wearing, the jeans you have on, itâs too many layers. Youâre unashamedly pawing at Osamuâs pants, begging for him to take them off so you can feel more.
ââSamu, please,â you whine. You donât even think of the nervous, shy, girl who walked into the apartment a few hours ago. She had been replaced with someone more desperate, unashamed in being so greedy for more.
Osamu doesnât need to ask what youâre asking for, before shrugging off his pants and kicking them off somewhere on the floor. And in a moment, heâs unbuttoning your pants and pulling them off you like itâs burning you. Osamuâs already dark eyesâ grow even darker at the sight of the wet spot growing on your panties and your sweater riding up your stomach.
âPlease, please,â you cry with moans of his name in the absence of movement.
âTell me what ya want,â Osamu pants.
âWanna feel good.â
âFuck,â he groans, before lowering his face to meet your stomach. He trails wet, firm kisses along your stomach, trailing down until his face is centered with your dripping cuntâ clearly begging for more the way it clenches when you feel his hot breath ghosting the outside of your panties.
You absentmindedly grab at his hair, pushing him further to your aching cunt, encouraging him to continueâ practically pleading the way you attempt to grind your pussy into him.
Osamu yanks off whatever panties you had on, and you swear you hear fabric ripping. But you couldnât care less when you feel Osamuâs tongue languidly lick a stripe against your slit before beginning to circle your clit.
Your back arches off the couch and your wanton moans fill the empty air. You hope that Osamuâs didnât have thin walls. But when Osamu suddenly slips a finger into yourâ itâs suddenly the least of your worries.Â
The combination of Osamuâs tongue suckling at your clit and his now two fingers pumping in and out of you sends you into ecstasy. Every nerve in your body was vibrating as your head clouded between the weed running through your system and Osamu buried in his pussy eating you out like his life depended on it. Fuck what you smoked, Osamu was the real drug.
Thereâs a moment where your nerves pinch togetherâ and everything in your chest collects, all those funny feelings turning hot and heavy in your lower stomach, before you cum. And you cum, hard.
You grab Osamuâs hair at the roots with a moanâ no, scream, almost reflective of the horror movie actress you were making fun of earlier, as you coated Osamuâs face with slick. You donât even realize how much it was until Osamu raises his head and his mouth reflects glossily.
Youâre swimming in the hazy cloud of pleasure for a while, until your breathing steadies and youâre settling into the couch with heavy pants.
âNot bad for yer first time, right?â Osamu chuckles, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
âWhat?â H-how did he knowâ
âYer first time smoking?â Osamu smirks as he pulls himself up so he can sit on the couch.
âOh, y-yeah,â you mumble, pulling your sweater down so you can cover your lower half.
You avert your gaze from Osamu, embarrassed by the lack of clothes you had on. You felt a tinge more sober nowâ enough to realize that it was way past the time you thought youâd stay. The movie credits werenât even playing anymoreâ the TV had just gone into sleep mode. Osamu notices this too when he takes a glance out the window.
You think about what he said. Your first time was good. And maybe⊠Maybe you should try having more firsts.
âItâs late, ya shouldnât be walkinâ home at this hourââ So thatâs whyâŠ
âYa wanna just crash here?â
You let Osamu take another first.
âYeah, Iâd like that.â
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lets just stay here for a while
{part two of 'I get them too, sometimes' } anxious!reader has an anxiety attack so bff!matt kisses her to calm her down, after, they agree to not go back to the party and just hang out with each other for a while.
vibe check: fluff, maybe suggestive if you squint, MAKEOUT SESH oioioioioi, just cute vibes all round honestly
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A/N: slightly obsessed with this vibe dude. i'm really into writing fluffy stuff atm, I do have some smut in the works but as of rn this is the vibe I'm on. I hope this comforts you guys as much as it does me hehe
love and cigs, merc
"d'you - do you wanna hang out in here for a bit? I can stay with you" Matt said, his eye contact wavering at the offer only to return to you once more.
"oh you don't - you don't have to do that, Matt, you'll miss your party" you shook your head.
"I don't really like parties anyway" he replied, "I'd honestly rather sit here with you on the floor all night" he chuckled, gesturing to the floor.
You smiled as a soft laugh left your nose, "okay" you said.
"yeah?" his head shot up to meet your gaze.
"yeah." you nodded
Matt opened his mouth to speak but closed it just as quick, a boyish grin crawling its way onto his face. You cant help but smile back, the thumping sounds of the music just on the other side of the door suddenly becoming a muffled hum as you stared at Matt.
His presence had always been a strange comfort to you, more so than any of your other friends. There was something about him, you just knew he got it, whatever it was and there was never any pressure to be anything other than yourself around him.
"so, um" You both began to speak at the same time, cutting yourselves off with a laugh and a raised hand.
"you go" He said, a soft smile still lingering on his lips
"can I ask you something?" you said, biting your cheek slightly.
"anything" Matt replied, almost instantly
"how many girls have you kissed to stop their anxiety attacks?" you chuckle, trying to lighten the mood from earlier.
Matt laughs, dropping his head and shaking it slightly, peering up at you from under his lashes, "none" he smiles, "well, other than you now, obviously"
a genuine laugh left your lips, you brought your legs into you, an uncontrollable smile etched across your face as you looked at him, "well, I guess I should feel privileged then"
"oh, definitely" Matt nodded, brows furrowed in jesting seriousness, "I don't just go around kissing any and everyone having breathing problems, you know" he added, trying to maintain his serious face but failing.
you chuckled again, "I should hope so, that would be very invasive" you couldn't help but laugh at the mental image
"yeah, I'd probably get in a lot of trouble" Matt said, laughing as he spoke, "good thing - uh, good thing it's just you, huh?" He said.
your heart dropped slightly and you weren't sure why, something about the 'just you' stinging slightly, your face dropped into a slight smile and you nodded, biting your cheek, "yeah, I suppose that is a good thing" your eyes met the floor.
Matt noticed your change in demeanour and immediately started kicking himself, why did he say that? what did that even mean? what did he even want that to mean? a silence filled the room, the only sound being the echoing music of Chris' party playlist in the back, some generic rap song you didn't like that much started playing and, in unison, you and Matt groaned.
"god I fuckin' hate this song" Matt rolled his eyes.
"me too" you chuckled.
"for once I wish we could have a party like this with my music, I'd have such a better time"
"we could -um, we could listen to music, if you want to" you said, shrugging
"yeah? I mean, yeah, let's do that" Matt said, nodding and getting up, riffling through his drawers for an old pair of wired headphones for you both to share.
He found them and came and sat down next to you again, this time, his back rested against the bed as he pulled his phone from his pocket and plugged in the headphones. Matt placed a bud in his ear and held the other one out to you. You shuffled up next to him, your back against the end of the bed as you placed the bud in your ear. Matt looked through his playlist, trying to find the perfect song, you lazily gazed over his screen, watching all the songs fly by as he raced through his playlists.
"oh, I love that song" you said, pointing at the screen
"Dominic Fike?" Matt asked, looking at you, "didn't I show you his stuff?"
"mhm" you nodded, "I like him, he's cool"
Matt simply smiled, looking back to his phone and pressing the song. 'Wurli' by Dominic Fike started playing and after a moment, Matt put his phone down between the two of you and rested his head back onto the end of the bed. You did the same, letting the corner of the bed act as a rest for your neck.
Matts hand was rested by his phone, and without thinking, yours met his on the floor, your knuckles brushing against each other slightly as they rested next to each other. Your fingers twitched against his, every touch felt like static through your body, the subtle intimacy of it making you feel giddy. Matts hand edged closer to yours, his fingers now resting on your palm slightly as he traced small circles on your skin. You shifted your hand slightly, moving it down to meet his, your fingers interlocking on reflex.
Matt closes his eyes with a smile, and you did the same, you felt like teenagers, holding hands for the first time. His thumb absentmindedly rubbed over yours and his touch made you feel completely content.
"Matt" you craned your head to the side, looking at him.
"hm?" he hummed, mimicking your actions and turning so his face was only inches from yours, his breath hitching slightly at the feeling of his nose nearly brushing yours.
"thankyou, for staying with me" you smiled, eyes pouring into his
His brows furrowed slightly as he stared back, unable to pull his eyes form yours, "of course" he smiled
"you um-" you paused, letting your eyes flit to his lips for a split second before returning to his eyes, "you're a really good friend"
Matt chuckled, not realising how close you had both gotten, your noses now touching as your eyes wondered back to his lips, "well, you know what they say" his words coming out in a near whisper
"what do they say?" you asked, your volume matching his, your lips a now breath from his.
"they, um - you know" his eyes were rapid between your eyes and lips, feeling the warmth of your words on his skin, "I have no idea" he admitted, before pulling his hand from yours, placing it on your cheek and pulling you into him.
Your lips were pressed against his, this time, in a much more desperate way. You pulled at his shoulder, dragging him into you impossibly close as his tongue brushed against your lips, asking for access that you granted him immediately. Your tongues brushed against one-anothers, your hands grapsing at each other as if you were trying to crawl into each others skin. The song was still playing, nearly at an end as you were pulled deeper into Matt.
As he kissed you feverishly, you shifted, hooking your leg up to hoik yourself onto his lap. You straddled him, his hands finding your waist immediately as both of you refused to break the kiss. Your lips moved against one-anothers in sync, as if you were created for eachother, created to kiss like this. His hands moved up your back, making you arch into him as you whimpered slightly into the kiss. Neither of you had come up for air, and the song had restarted, you were completely lost in it, blissfully unaware of the approaching sound of Chris calling Matts name outside of the room.
"Matt, what the fuck are y-" Chris said, swinging the door open and cutting himself short as he laid eyes on the vision in front of him
You and Matt instantly pulled away from each other breathlessly as your attentions shot to the door.
Chris' mouth was hanging open in a smirk, "sorry, kid, as you were" Chris through his hands up in surrender, turning his back and closing the door behind him with a chuckle.
You and Matt both sighed, laughing slightly as Matts grip on you loosened, and your forehead fell to his. You shook your head against his slightly.
"we should probably go back out" you whispered, pulling away from Matt and resting your hand on his shoulder.
"yeah" Matts shoulders dropped, "we probably should" he nodded, his gaze on your hips as he pressed his thumbs into the tops of your thighs.
"or" you said in an insinuating tone.
"or?" Matts eyes shot to yours, a grin spread across your face, "or is good, I like or" Matt said rapidly, eyes flitting between yours and your plump lips.
"we could just stay in here" you shrugged, moving your lips to hover over his.
"that, is an amazing idea, angel" he smiled, pulling you into him with a large hand spread across the small of your back.
Once again, your lips were moving against his. The song still playing on a loop in your headphones as you kissed each other desperately, your hips moving against his as your straddled him. You felt almost lightheaded as Matt kissed you like he was starved of you, pulling you into him as if he had been waiting to kiss you, to have you like this, his entire life.
Just outside the door in the kitchen, Chris searched around the sea of people for Nick, who was at the table with a group of people talking about something Chris didn't care about. Chris placed a hand on Nicks shoulder, getting his attention before leaning down and whispering in his ear, a smile growing on Nicks face as Chris spoke.
"finally" Nick said, looking up at Chris who was nodding his head in agreeance.
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LIPSTICK TREND WITH ENHYPEN !
đ â the tiktok lipstick trend with enhypen
PAIRING bf!enhypen x gn!reader
GENRE fluff, established relationship
WARNINGS kisses obviously, ummm nothing else possibly??
( âđâ ) note : tysm anon for requesting !! i was planning to write this so iâm glad i got this ask <3 so i hope you enjoy đ€
đ â HEESEUNG
â this guy will probably laughing his nervousness off ngl LMAOOO đ but then he realizes, he's been dating you for a while so why should he be nervous for ??
â he's probably going to be super flirty as you're kissing him ... like giving you a gaze that's gonna make you nervous đ”âđ«
â but then after all that he gets shy as you continue to kiss his face LMAO . like letâs talk about the duality đȘđȘđȘ
â "you love kissing me that much?" LIKE IF U DONT SHUT UP RIGHT NOWWW .
â he would shower you with compliments as you're doing the trend yk đ€ like his man cannot make you start recording bc heâs giving you literal BUTTERFLIES .
â goes back to the tiktok you both made just to rewatch the vid about five times before looking at some comments đ but he forgets honestly and just ends up watching ur tiktoks cause ure so đ«Łđ«Łđ€đ€đ€đ€đđđ„°đ„°đđ u get it LMAO
đ â JAY
â when you show him a tiktok of someone doing the trend, he's chill about it at first.
â "you wanna try this?" "yep!" "okay then."
â he tries to act calm but he's actually not đ like he looks "okay" on the outside but he's panicking in the inside
â like you only figure out how he's actually feeling because of his red face or the heat of his face when you kiss him
â probably tells you which lipstick to pick out and probably even offers to apply on for you. like he gives a bunch of compliments so youâre the one who turns up red next
â looks at you with such LOVING eyes like he can't keep his eyes off you as your planting kisses all over his face...im giggling like why are you still maintaining eye contact
â even when recording, hes gonna look at you lovingly that people comment under your tiktok wishing for a man like that ... but yeah hes all yours đ (im feeding into ur deluluness and mines)
đ â JAKE
â he's both shy and excited when you bring up wanting to do this trend. like this guy cannot stand still BUT ITS CUTE like just imagine him waiting excitedly as you go to get your lipstick đȘ
â he's looking at you with such adoration as you're putting on the lipstick :(
â your kisses on his face is ticklish for him despite how often you kiss him on his cheeks đ he's just probably nervous but lets not talk about that
â you might have to tell him to stop moving though CAUSE ITS SMUDGING THE KISSES ON HIS FACE đ like heâs not even doing it on purpose, he just canât do it
â like it smudges so bad you have to reapply it on his face (basically redo) but who said you both were complaining about that ?
â so at one point he just closes his eyes and let you do his thing bc if he looks at you, hes gonna move đ
â everyone would be commenting on how cute your bf is </3 and he would def be reading through the comments, giggling and showing them to you i love jake
đ â SUNGHOON
â showing him the tiktok trend, this guy will just be SOOO quiet like he canât process it really ⊠like is he really going to be doing this trend with you ??$ sounds like a dream come true to him
â you might have to poke him to start speaking cause heâs just letting the video replay and just staring at it LMAO its funny to imagine but its so hoon
â âheyâŠhey!â âhuh?â âare we going to do the trend?â âoh uh, sureâ
â he may not seem to be excited but trust me, he is. heâs just nervous for no reason ⊠heâs letting you doing your thing and is giving such a wide smile :( LIKE JUST IMAGINE IT ugh his smile is actually perfect.
â i think he would be ticklish too ngl ⊠like he thinks about it too much so he kinda gets ticklish as youâre planting kisses on his face ⊠as if you donât give him pecks on his cheeks daily
â would get so immerse at looking at you that he forgets about the tiktok ⊠you probably would scold him bc of the amount of times you have to recreate the video .. but he just finds you pretty okay let him be đą
â gets shy when he sees the comments under your video like he turns RED okay⊠and he giggles at them LORD it would be really cute seeing him like that đ
đ â SUNOO
â you and sunoo are so down to do any kind of tiktok trend! whenever you both have any time together, you guys would attempt any trend you see on the fyp LMAO
â so heâs super down for anything!!! it doesnât take that much convincing for him because he would automatically say yes.
â matter fact, sunoo might find the trend sooner than you do. we know how updated he is with trends, i mean, have we seen his tiktoks?? so yes, he would show you the trend first.
â he would be really excited!! like imagine that wide smile and him being like âisnât this such a good idea?â with that voice tone IF YKYK.
â once you agree it doesnât take much for you to agree either, heâs already rushing into the room to get a lipstick for you LMAO heâs just so excited to do anything for you really.
â you both would probably create multiple drafts, not because you guys mess up or anything. you guys could do it perfectly on the first try, but you both wanted to create more to keep in drafts for only both of your eyes :( <3
â he would probably help you pick out which one to post, and he picks out the best one im telling you. and the tiktok would be such a hit like sunoo has an eye for this okay đ LMAOO
đ â JUNGWON
â still living the shy jungwon type LET ME LIVE
â like u canât tell me he wouldnât be super red as you bring up the tiktok idea AND IMAGINING HIS SMILE TOO im dead.
â he would say it would be great and would anxiously wait as you get everything.
â heâd smile so hard that you would end up kissing his dimples as well HAISNS
â he would like hold his breath as you leave pecks on him. like you get closer, inhale. LIKE its so funny to you because its sooo noticeable that he is holding his breath đ so you just laugh at him instead of pointing it out.
â but he would REALLY enjoy it and would get sad once you finish kissing all over his faceâŠ.he may or may not try to mess up the tiktok multiple timesâŠ.
â once you both decide on the perfect video, he WILL blush when he watches it on his own time.
â heâs just the sweetest . how many times have i said that on any jwon related work
đ â NIKI
â this guy was WAITING for this day to come and let me explain
â usually niki would find trends for you both to do first, so you really never looked for any. so obviously, niki found this trend way before you did! but this trendâŠhe couldnât bring it up to you THAT EASILY. why??
â 1) you two always do the silly kind of trends 2) he would be shy 3) and you would tease the hell out of him.
â so what does he do?? MAKE IT SUPER OBV đ . like he would attempt to have the trend playing on his phone, throw it closer to you, and just walks away HOPING you would see it. HES SO SILLY BUT ITS CUTE
â after you not noticing his attempts, he just gives up thinking he would never ever do this trend in his lifetime and would die thinking about this hes so dramatic UNTIL a miracle happenedâŠyou brought up the trend idea đ±
â this guy cannot contain himself like he would say yes immediately and not even tease you by saying no at first.
â heâs in his little own happy world as you kiss him LIKE u think its so sweet when he acts like this </3 !!!
â âwe should do more trends like these,â he would say after you both finish filming and you agreed. and once you didâŠniki finally brings up another trend to do â something that isnât so silly this time đ
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Hiya! Love your posts so so so much âĄ
I was wondering if you could do how haikyuu (or jjk) men react to finding out the reader has a kink for being fucked in front of someone else đ«Ł
Tysm! Anon x
âcuriosity killed the cat.â
haikyuu headcanons.
a/n. ty nonnie for requesting!! ive never thought about writing something like this but it made me excited to see what i could come up with, i had fun writing this! take care nonnie <3!! i might do pt.2 :3
chars. oikawa, iwaizumi, kuroo, bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, osamu, suna.
syp. haikyuu characters & exhibitionism! +mini scenarios.
tags. exhibition, voyeurism, p/v, degradation, praise, petnames, pronouns or gender not mentioned but reader has a kitty & boobies, and use of babygirl/girl, manhandling (bokuto), edging, overstimulation, recording, whatever i missed..
oikawa!
rough jealous sex, teases you alot, might share you depending on the person, makes you moan out his name while the other person makes you cum, tried to get you to go to a kink club but you denied (ây/n-chann!! itâll be fun!â)
he never thought you, or anyone else, were the type to initiate stuff like that, he was always just used to casual sex with his partners. but when he mentioned how âyou probably want iwaizumi to see you like this, huh?â and felt you tighten up around him, he knew exactly what to do, he called iwa to come see a particular âshow.â
âk-kawa!! sâtoo much.. sl-slow dowwwn~..ng-nghh!~â you whined out as oikawa thrusted deeply and roughly directly on your g-spot countless of times. âyou like iwa-chan watching you get your back blown out, huh? you dirty fuckinâ girl, tâis what you wanted hm?â he slapped your ass, âafter all yer stupid ass swayinâ and bendinâ over infront of âem you kinda asked for it, you slut.â he glanced over at iwaizumi, who was sitting on oikawaâs desk chair watching you two, face dusted in red and pink hues, sweat beads falling down his forehead. âcome, its yer turn iwa-chan~â
iwaizumi!
def has vanilla sex, he likes to show that he can make you feel good by his hands, nice and soft, wouldnt share you but would make you speak out on how good hes making you feel
iwaizumi wasnt really used to anything like this, he was never the type of guy to have multiple girlfriends, let alone be sexually active. so whenever he found out from oikawa that your friend mentioned you were into that stuff, he didnât know if he should ignore or act on it. but the more he thought about it the more frequently he found himself masturbating in the bathroom at the thought of him pleasuring you infront of another man. so, he decided to act on it.
âmmm, just like that, babygirl. keep rockinâ yer hips on my fingers js like thaaat.â iwaizumi had you on his lap infront of oikawa, who was sitting on iwaizumiâs gaming chair. legs pried open, glistening wet cunt on full display, you shamefully moaned at the circles iwa had been rubbing on your clit and your entrance. âtell âkawa how much you want me to fuck you with my fingers, doll.â
kuroo!
rough sex, open to threesomes (depending on the person), makes the third party record you two, edging/overstimulation final boss
lowkey wasnt that fazed about it, heâs been through some kinky people that he ended up ghosting/breaking up with because the kinks were overstepping boundaries, but he thought yours was quite doable. definitely got turned on once kenma told him you had said you were into that stuff. so he promised kenma heâd buy him the newest pc if he cooperated with his plan.
âoh yeahhh, look up at the camera just like that baby.â kuroo said behind you, as he was thrustinf his fingers into your seeping hole. he had you on all fours while you gave kenma a blowjob, as he recorded you all. âmmmâŠ!!~â you mumbled onto kenmas cock, which he shuddered at. âyou cumminâ? i told you, cant til you make kenny here cum first, sweetheart.â this went on for 3 more hours..
bokuto!
rough-nice sex, fucks you dumb for sure, very prideful in his abilities and makes you you dont hold your voice back, make you make eye contact with third party, either really nice or really mean no in between, but i live for unknowingly and unwillingly rough bokuto so
kinda awkward about it, you were like his third girlfriend, and first ever actual serious once, adrenaline hits him and he ends up having his whole team watch him rail your poor small body. bokuto had learned alot from kuroo and oikawa about sex, so he decided this was a good opportunity to demonstrate his newly found skills. he asked his teammates to come over to his apartment, got them all to drink some beers and well..
âi know youve all been eyeing, y/n over here. so ill show you who she fuckinâ belongs to, but donât hesitate to stroke yer dicks while you watch me absolutely fuck her dumb!â bokuto manhandled you into doggy, grabbing your arms and pulling them behind you back, thrusting in and out of you as deep as he could, whispering profanities into your ear. âfuckk, you like how der getting off to yer cute ass moans, huh? cmon.. be louder for them, let em know whoâs responsible for this. fuck yeah, babygirl, tâday is alll about you.â
akaashi!
soft sex, would only let bokuto or tsukishima be the one watching you two, would worship you and brag about you to the other person while he fucked your brains out, overstimulation def, kinda gets a little toxic if the other person interacts.
akaashi was lowkey awkward about this too, but remained nonchalant, he had a talk with you to see if you would let bokuto be the one to watch you two, promising he wouldnt let him interrupt or touch you without your consent, he told you he had never been into any type of extreme kinks, so he apologized if he ended up deciding this wasnt for him, but swore he would try to make it work just to make you feel good.
âcmon princess, you can do better, whyâre you getting shy on me now, hm?â he placed his hand on your head and ruffled your hair. you were down giving him a blowjob, with your legs spread open enough to let bokuto see you playing with your clit, desperate for some more friction. âmmm!â you muttered staring at akaashi with your puppy eyes. âim not, bokuto-san, touching you til you make me cum atleast twice. so get to work princess. you wanted this didnt you?â ⊠âoh câmon âkashi! dont be so meanâ bokuto laughed loudly in the back.
atsumu!
possessive, would probably be mad at your for like half the day for suggesting it, but it grew on him, fast rough sex, lots of foreplay, teasing, and petnames.
âhuuuhh?! why would you want sum rando watchinâ us fuck?â atsumu put if off for some days but the more he thought about it the more he found himself getting turned on by it. he set some rules, and had told you to go to a kink club since he didnt feel comfortable having anyone you both knew watch you, since you both only had a couple trusted people, and he was NOT gonna have his twin brother watch him fuck his girlfriend, let alone sakusa.
âlook bae, all these people âround us cominâ just for you, see i told you you have the hottest fucking ass and tits ever.â he had you on top of him on one of the booth seats, you were jumping up and down on him and he took your nipples into his mouth. âfu-ck! âtsumu!! so good m gnna cumm~â you whined. âhell yeah baby, give em a show, aint gona stop til you start squirting like sum fuckinâ water sprinkler.â he laughed as he slapped your ass. âshow em whoâs yer fucking daddy, whoâs making you feel good huh?â he breathed into your ear. âyou-youyouyouyouyo-!! is you âtsumu youre so fuckin good at fucking my pussy daddy!!
osamu!
slow sex, praiiiiseeee, would probably only trust suna with you, would make suna touch you or something while he fucks you, asks if your okay during sex
he didnât really know what to say when you had told him you found it hot to have someone watch you get fucked or something like a threesome, and he didnt wanna weird you out so he said you could try it out to see if he liked it as well. and he called up his buddy suna to help out!
âfuckk, yer tits taste so good, feels js like marshmallows, cutie.â suna said just below a whisper as he fondled your left boob and sucked on your right one. âmmm princess, your so tight, you feel so good yk that? youâre so perfect and beautiful like this.. making me wanna cum just from yer face.â osamu said as he had you in missionary, thrusting slowly but deep into your aching cunt. suna reached down to rub circles on your clit, âfuck, keep doing that suna, she just got so much tighter.â
suna!
literal virgin killer, casual sex, with some teasing & degradation, would be one to suggest this if you hadnt beaten him to it, down for anything but just doesnt admit it, literal definition of a freak undercover, lowkey would let anyone watch you two but just not touch you (imagine like anyone u want rlly)
âfuckk, keep fuckin yourself on my dick just like that, you have no idea how tight you feel, ma.â he had you facing the person while you fucked yourself dumb on his cock, going up and down. âplay with yer boobs while they bounce, pretty. show em how sexy you can be, kay? put on a reaal pretty face, babygirl.â
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The locked away dragon
Your friends managed to convince you to go explore an abandoned tower with them. Legend goes that a dragon fae prince was locked away here in this tower to protect him from a war that was happening during his time. What happens when you lock eyes with bright green eyes during your exploration?
A/n: Omg Mari writing something that isnât angstđ± lol I decided to give yâall a break (kidding I already have a angst draft readyđ)
Fem reader!
Fluff!
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You walked down the dirt road as you dragged the stick that you found earlier on the ground as you listened to your friends bicker about something you donât even care to remember.
âYer so stupid ace! Whadya mean that the legend of the locked dragon is real?!â
âExcuse me?! I never said it was real! I was just telling the story since deuce didnât know!â
âBut you said it was true!â
âYeah! To scare him!â
âHey that didnât scare me!â
âOh really? You looked like you almost pissed yourself back there man!â You rolled your eyes as you poked Jack with the stick. He looked over his shoulder and chuckled seeing the bored expression on your face.
âHow much longer do we have to walk? My feet are killing me!â
âWeâre almost there! Just a little more walking!â
âYou said that like 10 minutes ago you idiotâ
âDo you even know where weâre going?â
âHuh? Of course I know! My brother was the one to give me the direction to that tower!â You scoff.
âYeah you shouldnât be trusting him all that much. For all we know he couldâve probably given you the wrong directions and we could be lost!â
âI know where weâre going! Just trust meâ
âYeah weâre totally lostâ
âWe are not!â
âAre tooâ
âAre not!â
âAre tooâ
âAre no-â
âGuys!â You both looked at jack and see him point somewhere behind you too.
âI think weâre hereâ Both you and ace then turn around and there, lo and behold there stood the tower from the legends.
âGreat sevensâŠâ
âItâs hugeâ
âWell whadya waiting for? Letâs go!â Epel runs to go inside as ace follows close behind. You threw your stick and follow the two as jack and deuce do the same.
The moment you walked inside you were all surprised to see that the place has been kept clean and well maintained. You worriedly glance back at ace who was walking around with his phone out. Already recording.
âUm ace, are you sure this place is abandon?â
âIt looks to clean and well kept to even be abandonâ
âOh sevens donât tell me we just trespassed on someoneâs propertyâ
âDonât worry guys! My brother said that not many people were able to find this place over the years so that why it isnât destroyed or anything yetâ
âSo only a few people knows that this place exists?â
âPretty muchâ
âOkay then! Letâs all split up and explore this placeâ
âSplit up? What are we? The mystery gangâ Deuce and epel laughed as ace rolls his eyes.
âIâll be upstairs. Donât piss yourself deuce!â Deuce eyes widen as he starts cursing at ace which only makes him laugh harder. Everyone then goes their separate ways and you take out your phone to use as a flashlight to see better.
You walk around the tower and took pictures of anything that you found fascinating or cool. You wouldnât lie, this tower was for sure the most beautiful place you have ever stepped foot in. As you walk around the place, you started thinking back about the legends.
Could a dragon fae prince really be here?
You chuckle at your childish thoughts and continue exploring. At some point you found yourself walking up some set of stairs and the more you went up the more cold the air felt. You were lucky that you brought your jacket with you.
While you were walking around you noticed a big door down the hall. Curiosity got the best of you and you soon started walking down the dimly lit hallway. As you got closer, chills went down your spine. You were starting to have second thoughts about whether or not you should open the door.
âFuck itâ
The moment you opened the door you immediately coughed as dust flew everywhere. You closed your eyes to prevent any dust from entering your eyes. Finally after what felt like forever, you opened your eyes to see nothing but pitch black.
âSeriously?â You raised your phone to get a better look with your flashlight but stopped once you saw bright green eyes looking directly at you.
You took a step back before screaming which caused the creature to panic and spit fire. You luckily managed to dodge the attack before running out the area without looking back.
You could hear your heart beating in your ears as you quickly ran down the steps.
âShit shit shit!â You say as you began to run even faster. Your scream alerted your friends and you were sure they were already downstairs waiting for you.
You ran down the steps as your heart continued pounding against your chest.
What the fuck was that?
âY/n!â Deuce yells. The rest of the group ran up to you but you shook your head and waved your hands, signaling them to leave.
âOut! Out we need to get out of here!â
âWh-â A loud roar rung through the towers hall and everyone hearts dropped at that moment.
âEveryone out!â In an instant, everyone ran out the exit. No one dared to say anything as their main goal at that moment was to be as far away as possible from the tower.
After what felt like hours of running, you all slowly start slowing down as you tried to catch your breathes.
âW-wh..what was that?!â Deuce was the first one to speak up. Still trying to get his breathing under control.
âIt sounded...like a roar!â
âYeah no shit! But what kind of animal lets out a roar that can shake a whole 400 year old tower!!?â
âHow am I supposed to know?!â You roll your eyes as you sit down on a log. You burry your face in your hands as you try to process what you saw just moments ago.
âY/nâ
âMm?â Voice muffled by your hands.
âWhat did you see?â You stayed quiet before you finally looked up to see them all staring at you.
âI think Iâm going insaneâ
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A month has passed since that incident. You told them what you saw but laughed it off as some sort of joke.
The whole way home you and the rest blamed ace for what happened back at the tower. The poor boy was fighting for his life trying to defend himself as he didnât even know that something like that would happen.
The 5 of you took a break from urban exploring for the next week or so. Still spooked from the incident.
ButâŠ
A part of you is curious about the creature that you saw that day.
Those green eyes haunts in your dreams and you canât seem to stop thinking about it every time you try to go to sleep.
It was like an itch. You couldnât seem to get rid of it. And you know it might sound crazy but a part of you wants to go back.
To see that what you saw that day wasnât just your imagination.
So maybe thatâs what brought you here tonight. You stood in front of the old tower as you pointed your flashlight towards it.
âThis is stupidâ You say to no one in particular. You huff before walking in.
It looked just like how it did a month ago.
Clean and well kept
You quietly walked around while also trying to avoid making any noise. You went up the same stairs you took last time and hoped to the great sevens that you donât die tonight.
âThis is so stupid why did I come backâ You whisper to yourself as you walk down the same hall you walked last time.
After what felt like forever, you finally found the door that you last saw the creature in.
Here goes nothing
The moment you open the door you were prepare to meet the same green eyes from last time.
But what you saw was pure darkness
You shined your flashlight inside the room but again saw nothing.
Ha
HAHAHAHAHA
âOh sevensâŠso it was my imagination after allâ You chuckle as you slap your hand on your face.
Now I have to come up with an excuse on why I snuck out
You groan at the thought of whatâs waiting for you tomorrow morning when your parents go through the security footage.
âI shouldâve just stayed homeâ You say as you close the door. You sign as you rub your face in your hands, tired from the walk here and also disappointment.
But as you continue to curse and call yourself stupid, you notice a weird smell.
It almost smells likeâŠsmoke?
Wait
SMOKE?
and its almost like itâs coming from behind you.
You immediately turn around to only be met with those captivating eyes that you saw last time.
You scream
The creature looks almostâŠpanicked? When you screamed and backed away while shaking its head.
After what felt like forever, you stopped screaming. You and what you now know is a dragon stare each other down as silence filled the air.
âSooooâ
You were the one to break the silence
âThe legends are trueâ The dragon only tilts its head. Seeming confused by what you said and you couldnât help but giggle at that action.
âYouâre so cute! How long have you been living here? Oh wait! I havenât even introduced myself yet! How rude of meâ The dragon just listens as you now go on a full rant about your interests, hobbies, how you and your friends love exploring abandoned ruins and how you and your group ended up here in the first place.
He seemed to not mind about your long rant as it happily listened to whatever came out of your mouth. After some time though, you started feeling a little sleepy. So with a yawn, you wish the dragon good night before getting knocked out cold.
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You woke up to the sound of someoneâs breathing. Your brows furrowed as you slowly began to open your eyes.
You didnât know what to expect to see so early in the morning but it definitely wasnât a grown man watching you sleep.
You scream
âW-what?! Who are you and what have you done to my dragon?!â You shout. Backing up against the wall as the man in front raises his hand in surrender.
âThereâs no need to panic! Itâs me! Dragon!â
âW-whatâ Now that you take a good look at him. The resemblance between the man and the dragon was clear.
He had long black hair, two black horns, andâŠ.
Those green eyes
âD-dragon? YouâŠâ
How? How is that possible?
âAllow me to introduce myself. My name is malleus draconiaâ
âIâm the locked away fae prince from the legend that you told me about last nightâ He says with a smile.
Oh
Well now you have a clingy dragon fae prince stuck to youđ€
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This was sitting in my drafts for like a year nowđ« so I decided to finish it today because I really like it!
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coming out to + confessing to belobog men. ââ
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note: wanted to try my hand at writing more cute stuff <3 also there are like ZERO posts in the luka x male reader tag my baby deserves more. happy pride my beloved readers!!! i wrote this like 6 months ago and coincidentally just picked it back up in time for june! i don't even play hsr anymore... crying emoji content: male reader, fluff. luka, sampo, gepard
sampo (Ë” âąÌ Ꭰ- Ë” ) â§
would 100% know before you even told him
"hey, [name]! heard you got something to tell me, don't worry, your good pal sampo's all ears."
"sampo... uh.....i like... guys...."
"oh, is that it? i thought it was obvious..."
"HUH????"
"i meant- thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. your secret's safe with me, hehe." placing his hand over his heart in a dramatic gesture, he promises sincerely. despite his initial reaction, he really is touched. not many people trust him, so your willingness to share something so personal made him feel special.
"oh, and one more thing....."
"what is it? you got a secret boyfriend you didn't tell me about?" he asks teasingly, not expecting the bomb you're about to drop on him.
"...i like you."
his eyes go wide. "now that's a surprise."
even though he'd scam people without a second thought, some calling him cruel, he can't bring himself to be indifferent to you. here you were, pouring your heart out, with such a nervous expression on your face, how could he maintain his usual sly demeanour? in all seriousness, he knows he's a bit scummy, so he would be a bit hesitant about getting into a relationship for your sake. he's always running about, chased by the authorities, he doesn't want you to be involved into all that. but if you're willing to accept him and his slippery ways, he'll be sure to put an equal amount of effort. he hates owing favours, after all.
"oh, how could i refuse such a an enticing offer? of course i'll be your boyfriend, [name]." he can't help the grin that appears on his face at your expression, simultaneously shocked and overjoyed. "seriously, you're too precious.... c'mon, let's go on a date!" throwing an arm around you, he squeezes your shoulder excitedly.
"wha- like right now?? and you accepted my confession just like that???" you're at loss of words as he drags you along to who knows where.
"what are you waiting for? let's go, pal! wait- should i call you pal now that we're dating? how about buddy? hmm... still too friendly. how do you feel about sweetheart?"
àȘââŽ
every time he appears at your door, giving you a sheepish grin as he explains how he needs to lay low for a bit, it always comes with a kiss, or several, along with a heart-shaped box of your favourite chocolates. he might go missing for a few days at a time on "business" (probably some illegal trading), but he always makes sure to update you on his whereabouts so you don't worry, sending a bunch of heart pom-pom stickers to let you know he misses you. if anyone were to ever make some snide comments about your sexuality, his first instinct would be to drop every job he's doing and comfort you, followed by using his various contacts to deal with that person swiftly. natasha and seele can't believe he actually got someone to like him, much less get into a serious relationship, but nevertheless, they make sure to look out for you to ensure he doesn't break your heart. he vows not to ever hurt you though, it's the last thing he'd ever want. his promises are often fickle with his clients, but with you, they're always sincere.
luka (à« ïœĄâąÌ á” âąÌïœĄ )à«
would definitely being overenthusiastic about being an ally
"[name], hey! you wanted to tell me something? i hope it's about training with me...."
"sorry, luka, it's not about that.... i.... i just wanted to let you know that i'm gay."
"oh! like seele and bronya!"
"i mean- i guess....?" your nervousness was immediately replaced by a comical surprise at his response, you had to suppress your laughter. he was so genuine, it was endearing.
"don't worry! if any thugs give you shit for it, just tell me. i'll deal with them right away... i've been itching for a fight anyway." he immediately gets into a fighting stance, throwing a few punches in the air to get his point across. he ended his little show with a wink, causing your stomach to fill with butterflies. you decided to tell him then and there.
"and uh, luka. i like you."
"aw, thanks! i like you too. you're a great friend, [name]."
"like, in the romantic way..."
"that works too! that way, i can protect you easier." without missing a beat, he flashes you a grin and a thumbs up, seemingly unfazed by your sudden confession. but the slight dust of red on his cheeks let you know your words did have an effect.
"wait... you know this means we'll be boyfriends?" your head's reeling at how easily he accepted your feelings. did this man really not think about anything but training and beating up thugs??? not that you were complaining, his drive was one of his charming points, but still.
"yeah, i don't mind. with someone like you by my side, i'm sure i could take on any enemy. thank you for giving me this opportunity."
àȘââŽ
even though he puts on a strong front, secretly, he's deathly afraid of becoming a burden, especially to you. one of his favourite pastimes is training and working out with you, or he'd be content for you to just watch him train and cheer for him as well. as long as he has the reassurance that you know he's getting stronger, allowing him to shield you from the dangers of the underworld. if he ever gets injured, a simple persuasion won't work, you'll have to physically hold him in place so that you can treat his cuts and bruises - no matter how much he protests and insists he's fine, he does appreciate it. a lot. he enjoys the little things, the way you run your fingers along the cool metal of his arm as you ramble about your day, or the enthusiastic whoop you give every time he knocks an opponent out at the fight club, or the scent of the freshly cleaned towel you bring him to dry his sweat. you help him realise that there's time to relax, his self-imposed training schedule being so intense and demanding. getting him to not be so hard on himself would be a treat. if you ever get derogatory comments about your sexuality... trust, he'll personally teach them a lesson, and ask natasha not to treat them once he's done. after all, you give him another reason to continue training to be the strongest. he has to be there for you.
gepard ( âąÌ - âąÌ )
dense cutie... wouldn't get your hints until you told him explicitly
"my apologies for being late, [name]... you had something you wanted to tell me?"
"no problem, gepard... i just wanted to tell you that-" taking a deep breath, you prepare youself for his reaction. "-i like guys."
"oh? me too, i'm quite fond of the guards under my care."
"i mean that i'm gay..."
"oh, that's what you meant. are you telling me this because you've faced some form of discrimination lately? don't worry, belobog has strict laws in place to prevent-"
"no, gepard- i'm telling this because i like you..."
"oh."
àȘââŽ
congratulations, you've courted the sweetest man in all of belobog! initially, he was slightly worried that your newfound relationship would interfere with his duties as protector of the people, but much to his surprise, making time for you is easy. or more so, it's because you always make the effort to stop by whenever he's out patrolling, so you end up spending a lot of time together anyway. his face might get red when you blow him a kiss behind the rest of the silvermane guards' backs, but he always makes sure to let you know how much he appreciates your guidance. he's a little self-conscious about his lack of romantic experience, so be gentle with him! don't tease him too much. while he is fully devoted to his duty, he's not above slipping away for a few minutes when you text him to meet in a back alley, to gift him some flowers you may or may not have stolen from belobog's florist. the next day, he would return the favour by holding out a bunch of your favourite flowers, home grown (an attempt was made) in his very own garden. hey, even if they're slightly wilted, it's the thought that counts, right? don't look at him with that affectionate gaze! he's embarrassed. it would be quite funny if you had criminal tendencies, gepard would be absolutely torn between lecturing you and turning a blind eye simply because his lovely boyfriend had made lunch for him earlier in the day. especially if you're friends with sampo, the little shit would threaten to snitch to you everytime gepard almost catches him. or.... perhaps.... he let you off the hook because of that one time you pinned him against some alley wall (when he was supposed to be patrolling! blasphemous.) and kissed him so hard his legs gave out. you've become one of his weaknesses, but he doesn't mind it. at all.
pic credits to dailysampo, dailygepard and dailylukaa on twt!
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Clarisse x Reader - This is a Life
Clarisse x gn! reader
Reader is from the Aphrodite cabin, but only for the plot!
An- Around 3.3k words, sorry it took so long to get out! Hope you guys enjoy this! Let me know if I should write something that kind of does more of a deep dive into this, because I feel like something is missing or something
Warnings- Weapons, fake dating, blood at one point, affection, petnames, guy named Andrew (apologies to any one named Andrew), Aphrodite is a pretty okay mom in this. Pls tell me if I missed anything!
Everybody in camp recognized you as the favored child of Aphrodite. People looked twice when you walked by, flowers bloomed in your direction, and mirrors wished they could reflect you.
Clarisse is the favored daughter of her dad, Ares. People feared her, flowers looked away as she passed, and only a select few could stand to be close to her.
But even those who were close kept a great distance.
That was what was similar between the favorite Aphrodite kid and the favorite Ares daughter.
But even that was comparable, for she was a daughter, and a daughter could never compare to a son in her fathers eyes, whilst your mother seems to love you unconditionally.
You and Clarisse weren't close by any means, but you had always caught each other's attention on some level.
For you, it was how she sparred. Muscles flexing, covered in sweat, and a wild and free grin spread across across. You could find beauty in her that was no wheres else in the camp.
For her, it was the way you held yourself and how you were with young campers. Your slight confidence, the care you have for each camper, and the way you treat others. It was admirable, considering the way that Clarisse was probably the opposite of you.
â-risse, Clarisse, Clarisse!â Clarisse brook out of the slight stupor she was in and looked across the table where her sibling was calling her name and waving his hand around. âOh, thank the gods. I about almost called over an Apollo kid to check on you.â She rolled her eyes as he laughed a bit.
They were in the dining hall, for it was lunch. Her plate was still quit full as she looked down at it. She was hungry, but she felt as if there was something preventing her from eating.
âHey, would you look at that.â Her brother was looking past, his eyes holding questions. She turned her head to look over her shoulder and scoffed. There you were, holding your tray and standing talking to Percy Jackson, who was sitting alone at his Poseidon camp table.
That Capture the flag game happened a while ago now, but it was still upsetting how many people still like that kid, even after what he did, although it makes sense with all of the things he has done.
Her grip on her fork tightened, and she glared hard in your direction. Her brother snorted. âYou really like them, huh?â She whipped her head back to look at him.
âWhat? Who?â She softened just slightly after he said your name. âWhere did you get that idea?â
âThe way you two look at each other. There's a rumor going around that you two are secretly dating each other, but we all know that you would never.â
âNever what?â
âDate anyone. Especially them.â She scoffed again.
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou're not⊠an emotional person. Everyone knows you couldn't even make a relationship actually work.â She narrowed her eyes at him.
âFine then.â She slammed her hands against the table and got up, making her way over to you. Percy noticed her first and scrambled to sit up straighter and to not smile. You raised your eyebrow at him, but he nodded his head in Clarisseâs direction and you laughed a little.
âHey Claris-â you lifted one of your hands up to wave, but once she was close enough she took that hand in hers and then wrapped her other arm around your waist, pulling you towards her in a kiss.
The whole camp seemed to go quiet, and while it wasn't the most emotional kiss, Clarisse was very passionate in how she was kissing you, it was overwhelming to say the least. Your tray dropped, spilling food all over the ground and making a loud crash. Your hand found its way to the back of her neck and you gently tugged on her curls and twirled some of the baby hairs at her nape around your fingers. She broke off the kiss, looking you right in your eyes as you were flustered and tried to reclaim your breath.
âUm, what the-'' Percy began, but before anything else was said Clarisse tugged on your hand and ran towards the forest with you.
âClarisse, what was that a-â
âDate me.â She blurted out the words before her mind could tell her to not to.
âWhat- this is super out of the blue, even for you Clarisse!â Clarisse rolled her eyes.
âWe can fake dates then. Just for a few months or so.â
âHow is that even relevant?!?!â
âIf we fake date, then none of it will be real. And then, I get to prove something, and youâŠwell, I can make sure people dont bother you.â You narrowed your eyes at her.
âBut why?â Clarrise sighed deeply and your eyebrows furrowed more.
âLook, people already think we are dating, my sibling thinks I could never be in a relationship, and I don't hate you. Much.â She then looked you up and down in a way that almost made you wish that you were invisible.
âNow, how well can you act?â
The shock of the century happened at camp Half Blood the next morning at breakfast when Clarrise showed up with you attached to her arm. Jaws were on the floor and every table was turned towards your direction.
Clarisse had a proud smirk on her face as she survived the dining hall. Some part of you also felt weirdly proud as well, as if having your arm intertwined with hers was the reason you were at this camp anyway.
She moved you in the direction of the Ares table, an arrangement the two of you had settled on while setting up rules and guidelines. You would sit with her at her table, at least come to most of her training sessions and sit next to her at the bonfires. She would visit the strawberry fields and lake with you, join the craft classes you have with young campers, and on occasions, she would allow you to place a kiss on her while wearing lipstick or lip gloss, making sure to leave a mark.
You both also agreed on minimal kissing, which was a shame since she was a good kisser. Any other types of touches were pretty much guaranteed if the two of you were near each other.
âGoodmorning.â Clarisse greeted the rest of the table, untangling her arm from yours before setting her tray on the table and then sitting down. You did the same, and in an instant, Clarrise wrapped her arm around your waist, situating her hand on your stomach comfortably. You scratched a bit closer to her so your thighs were touching.
A chorus of morning greetings left various peoples mouths and Clarisse hummed a bit. She reached for a bag of apple slices and ripped open the small bag with the help of her teeth. You giggled a bit and nudged her side.
âHoney, that was kind of weird. You know you could've just let go of me, right?â She stared into your eyes mischtifully.
âYou lost me at let go.â
It took everything in you to not burst out laughing as a few people around you literally gagged. She winked at you and you grinned at her before the two of you each turned back to your breakfast.
Your chin sat on both of your palms as you sat in the stands right outside of the training grounds, watching as Clarisse took on another camper in a dual. Capture the flag was coming up in about a week, but despite that, many people have come up to you asking if the news that had spread around camp was true.
âHey, babe, did you see that?â Clarisse was jogging over to you, a smile on her lips. You smiled back at her and once she was close enough moved to stand between your legs, her hands trailed up your thighs lightly before they landed on your waist. You tried your best to ignore the shiver that went through your body.
âI missed it. Iâm sorry hun.â You put one of your hands on her shoulder while you fiddled with one of her strands of curls with the other. She let out a breathe, and you could almost swear she was pouting.
She leaned in closer, her lips almost touching your ear. âYou're doing good, yeah?â she whispered.
âYeah.â you whispered back. She moved a little bit back and smirked.
âGood. You keep doinâ that, 'kay sweetheart?â she patted your thigh twice before turning and running back to her training. Your heart skipped one to many times during that interaction.
Please Mother, let me survive this.
The next week and a half went pretty much like that, with you and Clarisse glued to each other's sides for the entirety of the day. She was even somehow able to convince Chiron to put the Aphrodite cabin on the red team.
You were with Clarisse now, getting ready for the capture the flag game. Your armor sat heavily on your shoulders as you did your best to fix all of the straps while following your âgirlfriendâ and listening to her bark out orders and plans.
Some of your siblings were grouped together all complaining about how much stuff they had to do compared to when they were on the blue team, but you knew that some of them were grateful that Clarisse knew that they were capable to do things that the other cabins could do.
Clarisse looked behind her where you were still struggling with your armor. She sighed and moved closer to you. She carefully took your hand in hers and then tighten your straps so that way it was secure. You watch her face the whole time, finding the way she furrowed her eyebrows in concentration to be quite cute.
âThere. You ready to do this?â She looked up, pausing when her eyes met your. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before your eyes flickered to the ground, or at least any wear that wasn't her face.
âYeah, I am. What did you want me to do again?â She huffed out a laugh and then moved past you.
âAll you need to do sweetheart is to follow me.â
Even though you were out of breath, you continued to follow your fake girlfriends footsteps.
Well, it wasn't like you had much of a choice with how tightly she was holding your hand and tugging you along paths.
Out of nowhere, a group of people from the blue team jumped out of the trees and began to attack. Clarisse let go of your hand and brought out her spear, running forward and taking on two people at once.
You took out your provided sword and prayed that your trainings with Clarisse would pay off. Your sword clashed with the sword of a boy from the Hermes cabin, and you recognized him as a guy named Andrew, someone who used to follow you around and flirt with you before you and Clarisse became a temporary item.
âIâve been wondering if I could even get you alone.â Andrew backed you away from the rest of the group and more into the trees.
âI have a girlfriend, Andrew.â You made sure your voice was stable and hard. You hoped you could get your point across to him, but this is the guy who couldn't take a hint from you before, so it was evident that he wasn't going to start now.
âCome on, everyone knows that you like me. We can tell that Clarisse pressured you into the relationship. The two of you weren't meant to be.â You tripped over a root, sending you falling, hitting the ground hard and hurting your back in the process.
âMe and you were meant to be together. Couldn't you see that I was flirting with you? âCause I could see that you returned the feelings with how you flirted with me.â Your eyes flickered for any type of escape from his anger and jealousy, but there was no safe way out with how he was practically sitting on your stomach. It made you sick with how close his face was to yours.
âWell,â you carefully moved your hand to twirl a longer strand of his hair between your fingers. It was straight, especially compared to Clarisseïżœïżœs. You tried to ignore how wrong this felt, and you tried to push away the urge to gag. If using the charm you had gotten from your mother would get you out of this, then so be it. âI had no idea you felt like that, sweety. What can I do to make it up to you?â
Charmspeak wasn't against the rules. After all, this was the gift that was given to you from your godly parents.
You watched as his eyes followed your hand as you began to softly caress his face.
This has to be one of the most disgusting things you have ever done.
âSo you do like me! I knew th-â Andrew stopped his sentence as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he flopped off of you to the side. You jumped up, finding yourself in front of your savior.
âClarisse! You knocked him out! Is that even aloud?!â Clarisse laughed and poked Andrew with the none sharp end of her spear.
âHe deserved it. Easiest decision of my liâŠâ you stopped trying to wipe off all of the dirt that had resided on your clothes to raise your eyebrow at her Clarisse.
She was staring at you, her mouth slightly open and an almost entranced look in her eyes.
Was there dirt on your face? Did you somehow use your charmspeak on her?
âUm, Clarisse, maybe we should-'' Before you could finish your sentence, Clarisse had brought her left hand up and gently slid her thumb over your cheek bone.
You guessed that you had gotten a small cut there, and from the small flash of red that appeared and her thumb, you guessed that you were right. She moved it away a bit, and then she pushed back a strand of hair that had begun to obstruct your vision. She kept her hand there then, and you brought up your hand to touch her wrist, a grounding move for you were starting to feel light headed. You stared into eachothers eyes, and what broke you apart was the flinching sound of the games ending conch shell horn.
The blue team had won, another year in a row.
Clarisse sighed and ended the contact, moving away and bending down to pick up your discarded sword. She put it in your hands.
âYou werenât too bad out there. And, you, huh, you looked, um pretty good too.â She nodded, cleared her throat and turned away from you, heading back down the trail, but not before using her foot to push Andrew out of the way more.
For some reason, that was the moment you finally realized how in love you were with your fake girlfriend.
That night, your mother appeared in your dreams for the first time. Sitting on the wood pierre that was feet above the water, with moon light reflected off the liquid, Aphrodite appeared in front of you. With curly brown hair and brown eyes, and that tanned skin that you could swear you had begun to memorize, your mom looked different from what you expected.
âI appear as what you are attracted to,â Aphrodite nudged your shoulder from where she sat beside you. She seemed to respond to what you were thinking. âFor you, that's that girlfriend of yours.â
âFake girlfriend. We aren't really dating.â Aphrodite laughed in a way that made your heart beat a bit faster. That laugh belonged to someone who now had your heart.
âCould⊠could you switch to look like someone else? This is kind of unnerving to me.â She laughed again and shook her head.
âI can't be here for long, my child.â She change the subject.
âThen why are you here?â
âYou're in love somehow. I know that you probably wouldn't tell her without some sort of push.â
You stared at her. She was practically glowing, the sear fabric that was draped on her body floating.
âHearts aren't meant to hurt, hunny. If you distance yourself, or try to break away from her and move on, then two hearts will get hurt.â
Silence fell over the two of you, just for a moment.
âMom?â
âYes?â
âAm I⊠am I really your favorite? I mean, other people say that, but you've never given me a gift, and I haven't been on a quest, and this is the first time I've even met you. I just-â
âThere are many of you, and I have love for each of you and your siblings. But yes, it could be said that I am very proud of you, and what you have accomplished.â Tears started to fill your eyes, though you weren't sure exactly why you were crying.
âGoodbye, my dear.â She softly pressed a kiss to your cheek.
And with that, your mother was gone once again.
Tears were running down your face once you woke up.
You moved off your blankets and got up moving towards the cabin's front doors. It was almost pitch black, and it was easy to tell that it was still night. Maybe just sitting out on the porch and thinking would do you some good.
But right when you were a few steps away, the door started to crack open.
Your mind jumped to many conclusions, like there was a ghost or one of your siblings had stayed out late with their partner. Then you caught sight of the hand that was pushing on the wood.
It was the same hand that has intertwined with yours, the same hand that had held onto your body all week. The same hand that you had seen wielding a sword for years.
âClarisse?â The door stopped opening, and then Clarisse poked her head through the opening.
She whispered your name back, and you took note about how this was the most sheepish you had ever witnessed her to be. She backed up, and you went out of your cabin to join her.
âHey.â she whispered.
âHi.â you whispered back. âWhat's wrong?â You could swear that her hand twitched in the slightest, like she was about to reach out and hold yours but thought better.
âI, um, had a nightmare. You were the only place I could think to go to. Itâs fine now though, so you should go back inside and get your beauty sleep.â She turned away from you, starting to go down the steps back to her cabin.
âDo you like me?â She stood still on the second step down. You walked towards her slowly, and you started to wish you had brought a blanket out with you. The night chill was starting to get to you, and you were starting to wish that you had that type of safe feeling.
âMy, um, my mother visited my dreams tonight. And we talked, and I know that we havent really been dating, but i kike you Clarisse, and I kind of hoped, only if you want, if we could kind of be offic-â
A pair of lips crashed into yours before anything else happened. The passion from the first kiss that the two of you had shared was there still, but this time something felt so much more real.
You felt so many emotions, and so did Clarisse, and you knew that she was trying to convey them all to you like this.
Both of her hands were on your face, each one gently holding your cheeks so you could stay in place. Your hands were on her wrists, but you moved them to the back of her neck where you gently tugged on her curls. You smiled into the kiss.
Her hair would always be your favorite.
Clarisse pulled away from the kiss, and laughed when she saw your eyes were still closed. You glared at her a little, but your smile was still present on your face.
âI do.â Clarisse said. You hummed and tilted your head in confusion. Clarisse laughed again a bit.
âI do like you.â Somehow your smile got even bigger.
âSo we can kiss anytime now?â
âAnytime, sweetheart.â
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feelin' flirty || Rick Grimes (TWD) x gn!reader
rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker @zomb-1-egutzz
AVAILABLE ON AO3
Summary: Being a long-lost friend of Maggie's, you wind up at the prison, a line of dead walkers behind you. You are promptly confronted with one Rick Grimes, and it's suddenly your life's goal to flirt with him as much as you can. Rick doesn't usually respond, but what if one day he does?
TWs: innuendos, talk of sex, shameless (and I mean shameless) flirting, mention of both Beth and Hershel's deaths, gunshot wound, blood, guns, knives, and all things TWD.
[[A/N: Tumblr has deleted this THREE times. I am furious, hello??? Also, someone should've been hardcore flirting with Rick, I'll say it. That's what this is based on. Do I have social anxiety? Yes, but am I still writing this? I am. Don't ask questions. ALSO, I do not know the TWD timeline at all, so I am making it up, thank you. Enjoy :))) ]]
With one last stab, you finished off the last... zombie? You didn't really call them anything, since you were alone. Maybe you should think about that a little more.
Wordlessly, you turned and stabbed another square in the head. Undead? No. Zombie? No, too cliché-
Another one.
It went on like that for a few more minutes, before you took a breath -with no answer to your question. Frowning at your knife being covered in... guts, for lack of a better word, you crouched down and wiped it on the grass.
What was that, 15? You didn't really count, but you should have. You were trying to get a new personal best actually-
"Hey!"
You froze, pocketing your knife, before spinning on your heel. The voice was fairly distant, so you weren't worried. Instead, close enough for it to matter, was a big building with high walls and barbed wire at the top of them. A prison. Huh.
"Up here!" The voice called again, and you startled.
Shading your eyes from the sun, you looked up into the watchtower, and sure enough, there was a silhouette. A guy, you think, with dark hair. That was about all you could say.
"Yeah?" You called back, curiously.
"That was cool as shit!"
You laughed out, probably for the first time in months, "Thank you, mysterious stranger!"
"Glenn!" He clarified.
Huh, you pursed your lips, before responding, "Y/N!"
"Nice to meet you!"
You laughed again, before feeling a pain in your stomach. When was the last time you'd eaten? You paused, trying to think. Three days ago (there was a box of Twinkies that hadn't expired yet in a stranded supermarket). Not great.
"Hey, Glenn?" You yelled, a little hopeful.
"Yeah?"
You pursed your lips, before deciding -taking a chance, really, "You got any food in there?"
Now, you were walking through the gate, which was a little dramatic. But, you kinda liked it. It felt like you were kind of a big deal, well, until there was a swarm of eyes on you. All different kinds.
You froze, licking across your teeth.
And then, a man ran up to your side -gasping a little. Was that Glenn? How did he-
He offered his hand to shake, and you accepted it -looking at the crowd, a little defensively.
"Are they going to kill me? Or...?"
"Shit," he turned to them, "-They just want some food, guys, c'mon!"
None of them even flinched.
"I don't bite," you joked, before frowning, "-shit. That was in bad taste-"
And then, a voice called out into the tense air.
"Y/N?"
You peeked over heads, looking, because-
Your eyes locked onto hers, and you nearly jumped in place -big smile blooming along your lips, "Holy shit, Mags?!"
You'd been friends, back in high school. You'd left junior year and tried to keep in touch. It just didn't work out. (You can't even remember now if it was her or you who stopped, at this point.)
Before she could so much as reply, you ran to her -arms wide open. She eagerly reciprocated, spinning a little with the force -you'd gotten pretty good at running at this point.
"What the fuck?" You breathed into her shoulder, and she laughed big and loud, "-What are the chances?"
With a thought, you pulled back -still holding her shoulders, "Are your Dad and Beth here?"
"Yeah," she cheered, and something in you felt relieved. Thank god, they were okay.
"And, you?" She offered, a little hesitantly -notable lack at your side.
You pressed your lips together, swallowing, and shook your head, "Been alone since the beginning."
Maggie frowned, hand coming up to rest on your arm and squeezing once.
"Only lived with my boyfriend," you explained, eager to lighten the mood, "-and he actually cheated on me, so. Wasn't the worst lost."
She laughed a little, before asking -carefully, "And your family?"
Something in your chest stung, you wordlessly shook your head. (Visions of unhinged jaws and blood filling it.)
She frowned, whispering her apologies before hugging you again. You leaned into it that time.
And then, you jumped back, excited, "You have to bring me to your family, Mags, it's been so long-"
"Ya 'ave to talk to Rick first," a voice grumbled out behind you.
You spun on your heel, facing a man. Tall, brunette, dark eyes, arms crossed in front of him (strong, you noted), but you could tell in his stance. He was a layer of stone walls, and you did not want to mine.
And then, your eyes smoothed across his back. Is that a fucking crossbow? Sick.
"Whose Rick?" You asked instead, Maggie still holding your arm.
"Whose askin'?"
That, was a good voice. Was your first thought as you turned back around, and your eyes landed on a figure.
Your voice got stuck in your throat.
He was tall, stood like he owned the place (and based on the recommendation, maybe he did), all broad shoulders and strong gaze. Speaking of gaze, he had probably the bluest eyes you'd ever seen. And his hair was brown and curly, a few hung forward on his face. His jaw was unspeakable, and his button-up shirt had a few extra buttons undone to account for the heat. Holy shit.
Maggie elbowed you, and you blinked.
"Uh, me," you answered, clearing your throat -motioning to Glenn, "-he said you had some food and I'm... hungry."
Maggie promptly stomped on your toe. You pressed your lips together trying not to laugh, carefully looking over his face to see if he'd picked up on it at all. Nothing. A shame, really.
Oh well, maybe next time.
"Look, Rick," she interrupted your thoughts, "-I know 'em, really well. Y/N is a good person."
Rick's eyes dipped to you, looking you over. Oh, the words were right there on the tip of your tongue. It would be so easy-
You're trying to survive, Y/N, your mind pressed, focus.
You bit at your lip, but before you could speak for yourself, Glenn did.
"I saw 'em take on a swarm outside," he added, eyes darting to Maggie (Huh.), "-without breaking a sweat."
There are other things I can do without breaking a sweat, your brain immediately remarked, this really was too easy.
Rick seemed to think about it a second, before turning to you, "Ya got a gun?"
I'd like to be loaded with-
"No," you cleared your throat, pulling out your knife (it was one of those multicolored ones, it's why you liked it clean), "-just this."
He hummed, tilting his head with a mouth shrug, "'At's impressive."
I bet your-
You pinched your arm, swallowing, "So, what? Am I in or not?"
Rick's eyes flicked up and down you again (so easy), before he decided, "Ya can stay."
That brings you to now, sitting with Maggie outside with a can of baked beans and a spoon in your hands.
You currently had quite the view of Rick working on the farm, sweat dripping down his brow, strained arms. You'd never thought about farming in that way, but now you were.
"Is his full name Richard?" You asked, curiously.
Maggie turned to you, watching the trail of your eyes to see what you were looking at. She rolled her eyes, "I don't know."
You put a spoonful into your mouth, humming around it, "There's a reason they call them 'Dick', you know."
"Oh my god," she shoved into you -making you laugh a little. You stared down into your can.
"I'm just saying," you stressed, "-he's hot enough for it."
Maggie paused a second, before deciding to say, "His wife died."
"Shit," your smile fell.
"Died in childbirth," she continued, something distant in her eyes -you wondered what exactly it was.
"How long ago?" You asked gently, looking at him in a new light -sympathizing.
"Few months," she answered, a little shortly. You pursed your lips, debating whether to say anything. Or if you even should.
Maggie clarified, herself, "I delivered the baby. Judith, her name is Judith."
"Fuck, Mags," you fully turned to her, putting the can by your feet, "-I'm so sorry."
She took a deep breath in and out, and you wrapped an arm around her shoulders pushing her into your side, "Thanks."
"No problem," you hummed, picking your can back up and letting your eyes drift to Rick again, adding, "-I'm great with babies, you know."
"You're ridiculous," she laughed, taking the bite you offered her.
"What?" You asked, "-Staring isn't bad. He's practically a piece of art, I'm just..."
He turned to the two of you then, blue eyes flickering along your faces -you did not move your gaze at all.
Instead, you gently waved, finishing, "-admiring him."
Rick furrowed his eyebrows for a second, waving back, and then, shaking his head smiling. Count that as a win.
You gnawed at your lip a second, "Do you think he picked up on my 'hungry' thing? I was looking at him and I-"
Maggie laughed, "He definitely did. Everyone did, Y/N, you're shameless."
"It's the apocalypse," you urged, "-who gives a fuck about shame anymore? Rick is hot, and as long as he lets me, I will flirt with him. The more you resist, the more I commit. You remember James in first period?"
She hummed, "I do."
"I chased him for half a year," you continued, swirling the spoon around the can, "-and it worked, didn't it? Guys hardly get properly flattered," your eyes dipped back to him, tone going low, "-I don't mind taking on that duty for the population."
Maggie laughed again, as you just kept your eyes on him. He had dirt on his hands now, wiping at his brow, and just a few curls hung forward on his forehead. God, how did you find him in the apocalypse?
"How valiant," she deadpanned, "-You're a real hero."
"Look, just because you have a type, Glenn, and you bagged him-"
"How did you-"
"Please," you teased, "-he practically ate you earlier with his eyes. Back to my point, I, at least, get to look."
She turned to you, "Ya don't want to date him?"
"Who said that, Mags?" You smirked, turning to her with a smile with eyes that spoke for themselves.
"You know he has kids, right?" She questioned, looking at you.
"So?" you waved the spoon around in your hand, "-Single dads? Hot. Kids? Cute. Where's the loss?"
Maggie looked at you a moment, before shaking her head, "You are clinically insane."
"Maybe," you offered, still watching him, "-but the world's fucked up too. So, at least, I'm not alone."
She laughed really hard at that one, and you felt eyes all over switch to you. Blue ones too. People didn't really seem to laugh around here, so you decided that was your mission too, get people to laugh more. Maybe they could go hand-in-hand.
Time to get to work.
Daryl was sitting across from you, you'd been bugging him for the past few weeks and he'd finally relented. It wasn't easy, but you were nothing if not persistent (hence the Rick situation). Or maybe stubborn. Both? Whatever.
"Daryl, listen," you pointed out, "-you have to take time to load up the bow."
"'At don't mean nothin'," he countered.
"It does," you stressed, explaining, "-in the amount of time it takes you to put in a new arrow, I would have killed at least two."
Daryl rolled his eyes, "It doesn't take 'at long."
"Who said it takes me long to kill two walkers?"
Rick walked by then, and Daryl stopped him.
"Rick, please, take 'em away from me," he spoke out, gruff, but something in you could tell that he wasn't being serious. The guy wasn't half the mystery you expected him to be.
Rick laughed a little at the plea, eyes on you, "What are ya doin' to him?"
"It's not that bad," you laughed, explaining, "-I was just talking about if we were pit against each other to kill the most walkers in a minute. And who would win."
"An' ya want me to help decide?"
"Daryl does," you clarified, "-I am fully confident in my abilities."
Rick laughed a little (another win), "Well, I kno' Daryl's skills, so tell me yours, so it's even."
You bit at your lip, debating. God, it would be so easy. All you had to do was-
"Well," you smiled, playfully, "-I'm told I'm very good with my hands."
He blinked, and it was silent a moment before you heard a snort beside you. You immediately flung to look at him, you had just made Daryl laugh-
"No way," you stressed out, throwing yourself to your feet -pointing at him, "-you just laughed at me."
Daryl pressed his lips together into a thin line, sniffing once, "No, I didn't."
You spun to Rick, and he was already looking at you, you didn't think about it too much.
"Rick," you begged, "-c'mon. I know you and him are like... buddies, but I-"
"Buddies?" He quirked a brow, smiling. Something stirred in your stomach.
"Look, I don't fucking know," you rolled your eyes, "-just agree with me."
He bit down a smile at you, before turning to Daryl, "Ya did laugh at 'em."
"Ha," you cheered, "-I made Daryl Dixon laugh. And, I would win against you."
"He didn't say 'at," Daryl instantly defended.
"Didn't have to, Dixon," you mocked, playfully, "-it's about time management."
"Time management?" Rick questioned curiously.
"Okay, think of this, Rick," you explained, leveling him with your full focus (god he was handsome), "-when you fight with a bow, or a gun for that matter, you have to reload."
He grinned a little at you.
"Follow me, follow me," you hummed, pulling out your knife, "-when you have a physical sort of attack method, like a knife, you don't have that same time issue."
"Ya kinda do though," he interjected.
You paused, looking at him -thoughtfully, "How so?"
"Body's gotta build up energy again," he reasoned (with too much thought for this dumb conversation, smart too? god has favorites), "-Stamina is key to attackin'."
You rolled your lip in between your teeth, he had to be doing this on purpose at this point. Seriously.
"Trust me, sheriff," you spoke -a teeny bit teasing but otherwise very genuine, "-there is no problem with my stamina."
Rick bit back a laugh, turning his head to the side and smiling. You thought you saw a little red on the tips of his ears. Cute. You were unraveling the layers of one Rick Grimes, that was progress.
Daryl didn't even try to hide it that time, letting a gruff chuckle leave his lips, "'M glad I'm not your focus for 'at."
You patted his shoulder, standing up, "It'll be devastating one day, Robin Hood. Don't come crying to me when it is."
"Did ya just call me Robin Hood?"
Rick laughed at that one, head tilting up to the sky. You smiled wide.
"Look at that," you hummed, proud, "-a two for one. Which-"
They both looked at you, but you stuck to your guns. And you smirked a little.
"-honestly, I would not mind," you added -thoughtfully, "-Think about it, and get back to me."
You walked backward a few steps, watching as Rick smiled at you before turning back to fix his gaze on Daryl. Smiling at the ground, you spun on your heel, and went off to find someone else to pester.
You felt a pair of eyes follow you though, and you maybe grinned a little brighter.
Now, you were wandering off on your own. On your own run, you liked to do that sometimes. Maggie nearly had a heart attack because of it, but what damage you did get was usually minor. Except for once, but that wasn't your fault. Well it was, you smashed a window with your fist to see if you could do it. And you could, which was impressive.
Now, you were strolling through an old novelty store -little knick-knacks. Finding some figurines, you grabbed a superhero one and stashed it away. Your eyes caught on a DVD player, the kind for both music and movies, and you picked it up -turning it over in your hands. Battery powered.
On a mission to find both DVDs and some batteries, you roamed through some aisles -particularly a mug one.
Peeking through at some of them, you paused. Taking your pack off and slipping the DVD player into it (along with the few good DVDs you found, no batteries though) on top of some canned food you'd found, you zipped it up. And with a breath, grabbed a mug.
Smiling big, you made your way out of the store.
When you got back to the prison, Maggie was waiting for you -tapping her feet, anxiously. She was a little like a mother, you weren't sure how you felt about it. But you loved her so, you dealt with it.
"Hey Mags," you cheered, mug handle twisted between your fingers.
She instantly relaxed, eyes scanning you over before dropping to the mug. She frowned.
"Please, tell me-"
"I got some food," you sighed, "-I'm not entirely useless."
She pursed her lips, "And the mug?"
You grinned, holding it up for her to see -tapping your fingers along both sides. Her eyes skimmed over it before she frowned (biting back a smile, you could tell).
"Seriously?" She asked.
"What?" You responded, groaning, "-I can't get gifts?"
She shoved into your side, and before you could take too many steps, you were met with your target -leaning against the fence, few steps from Maggie. Was he waiting for you too?
"Rick," you dropping your hands, particularly to avoid him from reading the text, "-what are you doing here?"
"Ya do 'at a lot?" He asked, a little pointedly. You thought you recognized something a little like worry in it, "-Go off on your own?"
Huh.
"Yeah," you laughed a little, "-you haven't noticed? I've been getting like... half the food we have."
Rick hummed (a little in appreciation) before his eyes dropped to your hands, "And what's 'at?"
"A gift," you extended it to him, unflinchingly.
He pulled himself from his spot on the wall, walking forward and accepting it. His fingers (great fingers, really. Was that weird to say?) wrapping around it, you noticed for a second that your fingers brushed -your breath halted a little in place.
"A mug?" He asked looking at you for a second, eyebrows furrowed.
You took your hand, and spun it around in his hands -brushing his skin against yours, "The other side."
He smiled a little, laughing.
Right there on a rather plain mug, were the words '#1 HOT DAD'.
He bit back a smile, eyes peeking up at you again, "Ya really ain't gonna let 'is go, are ya?"
"Nope," you popped the 'p', before clarifying, "-unless you want me to."
Rick licked a line against his teeth, grinning a little with something in his eye, "Who said 'at?"
"Noted," you smiled back, something fluttering in your chest, "-now, where's Carl? I got him something good."
"Ya got him somethin' too?"
He was looking at you a little curiously, like he was seeing new layers of you. You kind of wanted to squirm a little at his gaze. You were not used to people figuring you out.
You sighed, quickly turning your pack to the front and unzipping it. With a breath, you dug around and pulled out the figurine -Rick's eyes caught on it immediately. A small smile creeping along his mouth.
"He told me once he liked comics," you clarified, clearing your throat, "-figured he would like this. You... You think he will?"
"He'll love it," he answered, something new in his eyes, "-C'mon, I'll take ya to him."
On the way there, he seemed to pause a moment, something on his mind. You patiently waited for him to say it.
"'Saw somethin' else in 'ere," he mindlessly remarked, as the mug swung between his fingers "-What is it?"
"Oh," you pulled your pack foward again, excited, extending the figurine to him for safekeeping (he took it with a smile), "-a DVD player."
You held it in your hands, showing to him.
"Found some DVDs, good ones," you continued, before putting it back in your bag, and accepting the figurine back (your fingers brushed again), "-no batteries though."
Rick hummed, pursing his lips like he was thinking about something. He didn't say a word though.
You didn't have much time to think about it, because a few days after that, the prison fell. You'd escaped with Rick and Carl, but you weren't exactly yourself. Not after everything.
There was Judith, and Maggie, and... and Beth and Hershel. Every day felt like there was bile turning in your stomach; every time you closed your eyes, you saw someone... someone dead.
You were lying against the grass, looking up at the stars -it was still so pretty. Despite it all, the sky was still the same. Bright and twinkly. It was when everyone was on the road, wandering for a place to go. You just couldn't sleep, so you took it upon yourself to just look at the sky. You thought the clouds might be pretty, but the night was a little breathtaking.
"Ya awake?"
You didn't say a word.
"C'mon, Y/N, I know ya are."
"Yeah, I am," you sighed, saying shortly, "-Can't sleep."
There was an echo of footsteps, and then you felt body heat beside you. There was a beat.
"Ya ain't gonna say anythin'?" Rick hummed, turning his head to face you.
You matched his eyes (he's probably more handsome now, honestly), "About what?"
"Me, ya know," he motioned, to your side, "-layin' with ya."
You laughed at him a little, before teasing, "Awe, you miss it, don't you, sheriff?"
"Not a sheriff anymore," he hummed, something a little heavy in his voice.
"Eh," you shrugged, looking back to the stars, "-you still are in my mind."
Rick smiled at you, wordlessly.
Before you added, plainly, "Mostly because I love a man in uniform."
He laughed then, big and bright, and you felt something warm in your chest that you knew but hadn't felt in a while.
You wanted to be genuine, really genuine.
"You are a good man, Rick," you turned to look at him, and he looked straight back, "-We've all done shit we never should've, and maybe it's fucked us up a little bit, moved our path in the wrong direction once or twice, but-"
You looked back up to the sky, still feeling his eyes on you. It was kind of like a dream, like the apocalypse wasn't real for a second, just you and Rick. And maybe you wanted that a lot more than you knew.
"-you've got a big heart, Rick," you finished, soundly, "-And even if sometimes you lose sight of what you're doing, or maybe who you are, that... that doesn't change."
Rick didn't say anything for a moment, words echoing out into the night air. You couldn't find it in yourself to regret them, though. You never really regret what you said these days, there was no reason too.
You really only regret what you didn't say. Maybe to people who aren't around anymore. Your heart sunk a little in your chest, but it felt a little lighter -just a smidgen. (Maybe because of who you were with.)
"I got somethin' for ya," Rick suddenly spoke, sitting up (you followed suit).
You furrowed your eyebrows, "You got me something? When?"
Mindlessly, he replied, "On the last run."
You pursed your lips but waited patiently. He moved over to his pack, unzipping one of his pockets and pulling something out -you couldn't quite see. Trying to peek you moved over a little, but nothing.
With a breath, he stood back up and waltzed over to you (somehow he made walking hot, they needed to research that), extending it forward right into your face.
You blinked, gently taking it into your hands and looking at it closely. It was dark so you couldn't really-
Batteries. He handed you a pack of AA batteries.
"No way," you laughed out, "-you remembered that?"
"I remember a lot of what ya say," he offered casually, and you felt something shoot down your spine. And with a breath, he sat right beside you, so close your knees bumped a little.
Pulling your bag over to you, you dug around in it. You'd kept the DVD player and DVDs, not really with the hope of finding batteries. But, to feel a little human, remember life before.
You'd taken to putting stickers on it when you saw any, so the top of it was covered in an assortment. You ran your fingers over it a second, taking it in, before flipping it over. Popping open the little tab, you let out a breath of relief when it was AAs.
Rick laughed.
"I was going to be so pissed if it wasn't," you spoke, "-you have no idea."
He just looked at you then, in a way you'd seen before but never really thought about. You turned back to your bag, shuffling around to find your stash.
"You want music or a movie?"
"Movie's fine," he hummed, and you still felt his eyes trained solely on you. You tried to shake it off.
"Let's see," you pulled out a few of the movies you had, showing them to Rick, "-I've got... a kid's animated movie, or... a... cheesy romcom!"
Rick stared at you, instead of the movies, before flickering to them.
Rambling, you continued, "I also picked up some horror stuff, but I... I really think that was a bad move on my part."
He laughed again, just looking at you in a way you didn't really know how to label. Or react to. You were kind of a little overwhelmed at the fact that he'd even gotten you the batteries, and then the way he was looking at you-
"Think romcom sounds good," he interrupted your thoughts, scanning over you.
"Alright," you acknowledged, putting the other ones up, and scooting back next to him -not enough to touch. It was a little awkward and you weren't sure how you were going to-
"I don't bite ya know," he quipped, laughing a little.
You turned to him, grinning, "Well maybe I do."
Rick laughed again for a moment, just looking at you. And then he extended out an arm, welcoming you into his side.
You paused a moment, before carefully guiding yourself to slot into him; the back of your head against his shoulder, and his arm wrapped around the back of your shoulders. You brought your knees up, to carefully balance the DVD player (shaped like a little laptop really). A tiny little screen for the two of you to see on. Logistically, that's why you were so close but a part of you thought a little otherwise.
"I don't," you hummed.
"What?"
"I don't bite."
He laughed a little, "Good."
"Unless you want me to-"
And the laughter that filled the night was just between you and him. And maybe in the morning, you were fast asleep on his shoulder and maybe he looked at you a little like you were the greatest thing he'd ever seen and maybe he shushed all the others just to have the moment last even a second longer.
You'd never really know.
Now, you were in Alexandria. You'd gotten Maggie back, you'd gotten Judith back. You were on a new high, and that meant two things. More pestering, and two, flirting with Rick.
You were walking through Alexandria with Maggie, just keeping her on her feet really. She wasn't super pregnant yet, and it was good to be healthy.
"I cannot believe you're pregnant," you mindlessly remarked, holding Judith close to your side.
"I have been," she retorted, "-for a while. Think ya have had time to digest it."
"But, it's like physical proof that you fucked," you commented, "-unprotected, by the way. I know you missed that sex-ed day, but seriously-"
"Carl's proof that Rick fucked," Maggie defended, eyes smoothing over him with a few of his friends.
"Well," you pursed your lips, "-I know that Rick fucked. Just on principle, he's-"
She motioned for you to zip it, "Don't start. I know you are doin' good, which is great. But it also means ya become a lil' unbearable."
"Me? Unbearable?" You turned to Judith, cooing a little, "-Can you believe the nerve of her, Jude?"
Judith smiled at you with her big brown eyes and toothless little mouth. You pinched her cheek, instinctively, "So cute."
"I still can't believe that you're in love with Ri-"
"I told you that in confidence," you interrupted, pointed.
Maggie stuck out her tongue at you and Judith laughed a little at it. Funny faces, right. You could physically see the pregnancy hormones on her face as she cooed at Judith.
You would've said something, but you had just done it yourself.
"Where's your keeper anyway?" You hummed like you'd been stuck with her (you actively searched her out).
"'E's not my keeper," she responded, sternly (mom voice, already?), "-and he's out on run, gettin' supplies."
"If he's not your keeper, how'd you know who I was talking about?"
"You are so-"
Before she could finish such a kind sentence, the two of you were interrupted. A presence waltzing up to your side.
You turned to look who, and-
Your heart lept into your throat. It was Rick, now clean-shaven, and although, you had loved the beard (don't even get you started), his jaw was on full display. Blue, blue eyes. And dipping to his clothes, he was in a damn uniform.
"Look at you, Rick," you complimented, smiling.
"'Heard ya liked a man in uniform," he smiled (a new type of way), and winked. And before you could say a word, he walked forward -past you.
You stuttered to a stop, Maggie right beside you. Blinking you turned to her, and she looked right back at you. And then you both turned to look at Rick, still walking the same way he was.
Turning back forward, you opened your mouth, "Sorry, did that just happen?"
Maggie hummed, pulling you with her, "It did."
"How did I never think of that?"
"Think of what?" She offered, as you smoothed back into a step with her.
You answered, eyebrows furrowing, "That he might flirt back."
She shrugged, "If it helps, I never thought he would."
"I am not against shoving a pregnant woman," you hissed back, with no bite. You never really had any. And you both broke into laughter, as you roamed through Alexandria.
Now, Daryl was leaning against a house as you stood beside him -pestering as always.
"No, listen," you turned to him, attentively, "-it's called fuck, marry, kill-"
"I ain't playing it with ya."
"C'mon, Daryl, it's fun, look-" you flagged down Glenn (who was carrying a box, of what, who knows?), "-Glenn, fuck, marry, kill. Michonne, Carol, and Daryl."
"Easy," he laughed, "-fuck Michonne, marry Carol, and sorry, dude, but kill Daryl."
"See?" You motioned to Glenn, as he walked forward.
"Don't ya 'ave a wife?" Daryl remarked, as Glenn moved along.
"Oh please," you shook your hand dismissively, "-it's all just fun. Just hypothetical scenarios."
"Okay, now," you started over, "-fuck, marry, kill. Deanna-"
"Kill," he answered -unflinchingly.
"See!" you cheered, "-you're getting the hang of it-"
"What are the two of ya doin'?"
You turned to see the one and only Rick Grimes, a little more worn today, which you kind of preferred, still had those bandaids on (how did he make that look hot?), and more casually dressed. In the white t-shirt, we trust.
"I'm teaching Daryl how to play fuck, marry, kill," you answered, eyes solid on him, "-obviously."
Before he could respond, Daryl chimed up, something mischievous in his eyes. You squinted at him, trying to figure it out. And then he opened his mouth.
"I got one," he spoke, a smile teasing on his lips (looking at Rick, directly), "-Y/N, Glenn, and Rosita."
You stared at the eye contact for a moment (everything was so suspicious), before asking, "What am I supposed to do with myself?"
Daryl shrugged, you bit your lip a second.
"I guess I could kill myself, big waste, but-" you paused, "-ooh, wait, I could, like, clone situation fuck myself-"
"Now, 'at would be a sight to see," a low southern drawl interrupted your words, and your voice faltered to a stop.
You turned to him, squinting at him for a second -trying to understand. All he did was wink at you again, and you hated that it made your knees a little wobbly. Especially when he was holding onto the column of the porch, and slightly leaning toward you-
"Before I was so rudely interrupted," you cleared your throat, "-I would marry Glenn, fuck Rosita, and, tragically, kill myself."
Daryl nodded his head, before motioning to Rick, "What 'bout ya?"
"Am I playin'?" He questioned, finger pointing to himself and eyes dashing to you.
"Might as well," you shrugged, "-you're already over here."
He pursed his lips a second like he was thinking, eyes particularly avoiding you, "An' I can't choose one person for two of 'em?"
You swallowed, oh, he was playing dirty.
"Nope," Daryl answered.
And then, he turned into something much softer, something more familiar, "Then, marry Y/N, fuck Rosita, and kill Glenn."
Marry?
Your heart lept into your throat, and your fingers started fidgeting with your shirt -instinctively. How the hell was he winning? I started this game-
"Thought so," Daryl responded.
And out of the corner of your eye, you saw Carol. Her eyes matched yours a second, and you tried to convey how desperate you were to get away from this very scene. Her eyebrows furrowed for a second, but then she spoke.
"Hey, Y/N! Can you come help me with the food?"
"Of course, Carol," you called back, smiling at the two of them, "-sorry, duty calls."
Rick just grinned at you then, like he knew exactly what you were doing. And you were 100% sure he did. Stupid handsome men with stupidly beautiful blue eyes. Ignoring the fact that you physically brushed against him to get off the porch, you frantically caught up to Carol.
You were in the pantry now, gathering ingredients, Carol directing you -naming them as she found them.
"So," she looked at you, "-are you gonna tell me what that was about?"
You pursed your lips, before answering, "Rick's flirting back with me."
Carol raised her eyebrows at you, "Huh."
"And I was teaching Daryl how to play fuck, marry, kill, and he-" you rapted your fingernails along one of the cans, "-and he said he'd marry me. But all... genuine and shit."
"And that's bad?"
"No, no," you shook your head, putting the can into a basket, "-It's not bad. Just... I don't know if he means it."
"You just said that he said it genuinely," Carol pointed out, grabbing another can.
"Well yeah, but-" you scrambled a moment, "-all that time ago, I was flirting genuinely. I mean even though it was playful, it was still genuine."
"And," she connected the dots, "-you're not sure if he's genuine?"
"Yeah," you skimmed along the shelves, gathering the last can she needed.
"Well," she took it from your hand, blue eyes on you softly, "-if it's worth anything, I think he's genuine. And maybe this is his way of showing how he feels about you."
You hummed, wordlessly.
"He's let you flirt with him this long," she continued, bringing a hand up to your shoulder, "-that has to mean something, doesnât it?"
She had a point.
"Now," she adjusted the basket, "-are you actually going to help me with the food? Or was it just an excuse to run away from Rick?"
You laughed, "I'll help, I'll help. I'm not a total dick. Speaking of-"
She turned to you.
"Do you know if Rick's full name is Richard?"
It was a few weeks later, and they were filled with frustratingly blue winks. And that was one thing, but now you were being stupid. You were stupid.
You'd thought Oh, it'll be just like old times, I'll go out on a run. It'll be so nice-
And now you were walking with a gunshot would, quickly bandaged by a rip of your t-shirt and whatever you had around you. Which in whatever the hell store it was, was not a lot. All you'd managed to find was alcohol so you at least soaked the shirt.
You'd blearily walked all the way home, eyes foggy, and praying that a walker wouldn't come near you. And now you saw it, Alexandria.
"Gabriel," you called, breathlessly, "-Gabriel, please let me in."
You heard him say something but you were delirious. Maybe something with your name? Head fuzzy and eyes bleary, you were coming down from the high of getting somewhere safe. As you waltzed into Alexandria (pain in the abdomen so hot it almost felt numbing), there was a swarm of people around you immediately. Felt like you were back in the prison, when Maggie would be waiting and you think she was now.
"Hey, hey," she chanted, grabbing your face (and you could see her now), "-look at me, Y/N, tell me what the hell happened."
"Some guy, the bitch," you muttered out, a little slurred you think, "-just shot me, because he wanted the last of the damn Campbell soup, who shoots someone for Campbell soup?"
Her eyes dropped to your body, you mindlessly noted that it was sticky. Your eyes dropped too, and saw all the red -so much red.
"I think I lost a lot of blood, Mags."
"Somebody go get Rick, and the doctor, now," she shouted (loud, loud), before turning back to you, "-How the hell did you get here?"
"I walked," you answered simply.
"You walked?" She responded, hands on your shoulders, "-How did you-"
You were safe now, and everything in your body just gave out.
"Adrenaline is a hell of a drug," you hummed, laughing a little, before falling to the ground.
Your head stung from the ground, as Maggie tried to get down by your side -all pregnant belly.
"'S okay, Mags, don't-" you mumbled "-don't hurt yourself."
She frowned, and you thought she might have tears in her eyes, "I have to stay with you, Y/N, whose going to keep you awake-"
"Glenn," you called, and you saw him saunter up to your side, a little slurred, "-take care of 'er, help her sit. Don't worry, Mags, don't worry-"
You heard a slap of footsteps then, quick and brisk, and before you could wonder who, blue eyes and rough hands were guiding your face. He was starting to grow his stubble back, you mindlessly noted.
"Rick," you smiled a little fuzzily, reaching up and patting his face, "-See Mags, Rick'll take care of me."
"Hey, hey," he brought your focus to him, "-keep lookin' at me, okay?"
"Well," you slurred a little, "-'at's not very hard, sheriff."
He turned to the crowd then, voice low and gruff, "What the hell happened?"
You heard Maggie respond then, through sobs, "'Ey said that some guy shot 'em, over a... over some food."
"Didn't even ask if he could have 'em, first. Who does that-"
"Daryl," he motioned -tone low, and he immediately nodded. You watched him leave your eyesight.
Rick instead, brought your face back to him, as you recognized the doctor to be by your side, scrambling with some white stuff.
"Hey, hey, baby," he spoke, low in a whisper, "-I'm 'ere, focus on me. Look at me."
You smiled again, delirious, "You called me baby, that feels nice. Everythin' else burns-"
"I kno', I kno'," he soothed, you felt pressure on your abdomen (hissing in pain, as your eyes got more blurry), "-ya did a good job gettin' back 'ere. To where you're safe. Ya did a good job."
"Just kept walking," you slurred, "-couldn't stop. Wasn't gonna die to some asshole."
Rick laughed then a little, and you felt something a little different than pain. Your hands naturally came to his face, mindlessly rubbing your thumbs against his cheekbones. He's always been so handsome, only gets better with time.
You noticed he leaned into it a little, careful not to hurt you. Yeah, you realized, he was genuine.
God, what if you had missed out on this, with Rick? All because of some stupid can of soup-
"Rick," you started, and he looked at you a little like you held the world, you were the world maybe, "-I think I'm gonna die."
"You're not, no-" he held his hand over yours (it was so warm. Why had you never held his hand?), "-You're not gonna die, baby. You're gonna be fine."
"I'm bleeding," you breathed out, scanning over him, "-Been bleeding the whole time. You're not supposed to bleed that much, Rick."
"Ya ain't gonna die," he repeated, hands gathering your face, "-Look at me, ya ain't dyin'."
Concern clear on his face, you felt the urge to soothe, soothe, soothe-
You looked at him, eyes scanning over his face. He was handsome, yeah, but he was caring, smart, and so, so kind. You wanted to tell him that, see what he'd say. What he'd do.
"'Said that you were a good man, 'at you have a big heart," you hummed, eyes languidly blinking, "-still mean it. Don't you forget it."
He looked at you for a second, eyes flicking all over your face, before looking to the doctor. She must've said something (your ears felt stuffy) because then Rick was picking you up. He was everywhere, smell, sight. All you could feel was Rick, body heat thrumming and blooming into your side.
"Always knew you were strong," you mindlessly remarked.
You felt Rick laugh in his chest, and your eyelids were so heavy then. You slowly began blinking, your brain slowing down. Maybe you could close your eyes just for a little bit.
"Got so much to say to ya."
And then, it all faded to black.
This blanket is scratchy as hell, you mindlessly remarked. It was almost like a thin sheet, barely coating you, and you think if you moved your arms, it would make that noise that shitty bedsheets did. Why were hospital beds so bad? Shouldn't they be comfortable?
And then your nose was hit with the heavy sterilized air. You scrunched your nose up on instinct, it made your throat burn-
"Y/N? Darlin'?"
You slowly blinked your eyes open, heavy and languid; they always had those florescent lights too. How was that helpful?
"'S too fucking bright in here."
You heard him laugh a little, maybe in relief mostly, and you blearily blinked to get a look at him.
"'D turn it down for ya if I could."
You laughed a little and squinted your eyes open, laying gently on him. He looked a little worse for wear, his hair messy and shirt a little crooked. You wanted to fix his curls back in place, and your hand moved before you could stop it.
Gently, you threaded his hair back. He was a breath away from where you laid, so it wasn't too far of a reach.
Rick looked at you so softly, that the words cut off your from your lips. And with a breath, he pulled your hand down from his hair, sliding it against his cheek. Before you could say a word about it, he turned his head and gently kissed your palm.
You bit at your lip, eyes flickering over him, "How long have you been here?"
"Since the doc' allowed me to be," he answered, fidgeting with your hand -not really wanting to let go, you guessed.
"And Mags?" You asked, concern flickering through your eyes, "-Are she and the baby okay?"
"Yeah," he looked at you, a little in disbelief, "-they're alright. She was stressed, yeah, but Glenn kept 'er calm."
"And," your eyes darted to your abdomen, where your wound now hid, "-the wound?"
"Good," he replied, eyes swimming over you like he couldn't quite believe you were okay, "-Doc' says ya just need to rest, not irritate the stitches. Which I kno' will be hard for ya."
You sighed, leaning your head back onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling, "I am going to be so bored."
Rick chuckled a little, before falling suspiciously quiet. You turned to him, just to see him looking down and fidgeting with your hand -a little like he was working on saying something. You simply waited.
"'Ve been looking for those batteries since ya said ya wanted 'em," he spoke, a little quietly.
You froze, "Since the prison?"
"Yeah," he offered, "-apparently 'ey're a hot commodity."
"Why?" You questioned, looking at him curiously, "-Why all that work for some batteries?"
"Because," he hummed simply, eyes matching yours now, "-ya wanted 'em."
You pushed your lips into a thin line, the glimmer of hope sparking in your chest. Not saying a word, you just stared at him for a second; not unlike in the early days, you were just admiring him for a lot more than his (still unbelievably handsome) face.
"Y/N, I-" he started, eyes dipping back down to your hands. He seemed to pause a moment, debating.
And then he looked up at you, eyes set in his path -unflinchingly. In a sort of understanding, like everything made sense to him now. The silence was heavy until he leaned forward and brushed his hand along your cheek -carefully. It made you feel precious, and your eyes maybe got a little cloudy because of it.
"I'm in love with ya," he let out a breath, tone heavy and genuine, "-an... and the way ya blatantly hit on me but in the damn most genuine type of way."
You laughed a little and leaned gently into his palm. He looked at you in a way you couldn't label then, or maybe you could (love), and rubbed his thumb along your cheekbone.
"I didn't know how to react to it, at first," he hummed, something settled in his eyes, "-the attention ya gave me. 'S somethin' I've never dealt with before."
"Really?" You let slip past your lips, and his grin grew wide as he let his head fall and shook it, smiling at the ground.
"Even now," he laughed a little, turning his gaze up again, "-ya always said thin's like it was so easy to do. Like ya were tellin' me 'at the sun was hot."
"You did give me some pretty good set ups," you clarified, smiling at him.
"'Never meant to," he added, grinning a little in wonder, "-I couldn't think straight when ya said 'em, so I'm surprised I even did."
You hummed, eyes twinkling at him and he looked at you just a little more like he was in love. It made a spark shoot down to your toes, warmth flooding your chest.
"If it's worth anything," you spoke, a little embarrassed, "-my brain stops working when you do the fond thing."
"The fond thing?"
"It's just," you sighed, trying to articulate, "-It's a way that you look at me, or... or smile at me. When you do the soft stuff."
"What exactly is-" he hummed, gently, holding your attention like your words really mattered, "-'the soft stuff'?"
"Uh," you blew a raspberry with your lips, "-like giving me the batteries, and... and that whole conversation actually."
"Oh," he laughed a little, blue eyes twinkling, "-like I was in love with ya."
"What? No, you weren't... not that early-"
And then you looked at him.
"Shit," you marveled, "-really?"
"Like I said," he smiled at you, a little like you were cute, "-I looked for those batteries for months. For ya. An'-"
His face got a little more serious.
"-I really missed ya. 'At was probably when I first realized it."
You rolled your lip inbetween your teeth, "Yeah?"
"Ya used to make everybody laugh, and were always smilin'-" he explained, "-it wasn't even just the flirtin', it was just... I knew ya were hurtin', an' I couldn't help. Or I... I didn't know what to do to help."
You just stared.
"An' I missed ya so desperately, I just-" he let out a breath, "-It all clicked into place, and I went on 'at run, hopin' to god there were batteries-"
You laughed a little weepily, leaning into his hand.
"-because I just wanted to make ya feel better. Bring ya back to me."
"How the hell did you even find them?" You questioned, wiping at your eyes, "-It couldn't have been that lucky."
"'Wasn't," he replied simply, "-I was only supposed to do a few stores, I did the whole strip."
"God, really?" You smiled, "-For batteries?"
"No," he hummed, simply, "-for ya."
You fell quiet.
"I would do anythin' for ya," he added, voice a little breathless, "-anythin'."
"Anything?"
Rick laughed a little, grin bright, "Ya need to rest, baby."
"That's not a no," you chimed, grinning.
He looked at you a certain type of way then, "'S definitely not a no."
You felt your heart pound in your chest for a moment. That was something to look forward to. Something stirred in your stomach.
"What?" He asked, teasing, "-Ya all bark and no bite, hmm?"
"If I wasn't bedridden," you spoke flatly, "-I would kick your ass."
"Ya would," he agreed.
And you laughed, eyes smoothing over his face. Before noticing something you hadn't quite said yet.
Words fell out of your lips, "Even though you probably already know, because I've chasing you all this time-"
He smiled at you.
"-I love you too," you finished, "-if it wasn't obvious."
"'Was kinda obvious," he leveled -teasing, but something was sparkling so bright in his eyes that you didn't really mind.
"Yeah, yeah," you moved your hand dismissively, "-don't start, sheriff."
You paused for a moment, eyes dancing along the room, "Do I get to go home today?"
"No," he spoke, with a certainty that shook through your bones (this man had literally everything), "-'Need to be taken care of, so ya are stayin' wit' me until you're healed."
You blinked at him, he was doing the fond thing again. Your mind relaxed to a low hum.
"Maybe after too," he added, tone softer but not any less certain, "-if ya want."
You stared at him, wordless.
Rick blinked, looking at you, before grinning, "'At the fond thing?"
"Yeah," you cleared your throat, embarrassed, "-I don't... It's been a long time since I've been cared for. At all. And you're a very handsome man offering to-"
"Not offerin'," he clarified, eyes set on yours, "-just doin'. 'Specially now, 'cause I kno' ya love me too."
All headstrong, decisive, and certain. How was this happening to you?
"'Thought you said it was obvious?"
"It was," he hummed, grinning at you, "-I could just barely wrap my head around ya flirtin' with me. Couldn't really see it."
You thought for a second, before speaking, "Was it Daryl?"
He grinned at you, tilting his head a little, "Maybe."
"Always knew he was a big softie," you hummed, "-read him like a book when we first met. Stone layers to an ooey-gooey center."
Rick scrunched up his nose, "Ooey-gooey center?"
"Sometimes," you sighed, "-Sometimes I say stupid shit around really attractive people. It's a habit."
"'Guess 'at means you're still gonna be flirting with me?"
"As long as you want me to, sheriff," you clarified.
"So maybe forever then," he grinned and you felt your heart leap into your chest (fuck his fond things). You were totally never getting over that.
"Yeah," you hummed in agreement, "-Maybe forever then."
Mission accomplished.
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