#i start school again tomorrow and i just realized i have to finish an entire book by tuesday which i have not even started on..

[dabisqueen]

Pornstar!Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x female reader

⇢ word count: roughly 7K

⇢ plot: as a broke student, you sign up for an assistant job at a movie set. It turns out the job is more than you bargained for.

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, swearing, size kink, pierced big-cock Touya, fingering, cunnilingus (f receiving), multiple orgasms, loss of virginity, overstimulation, exhibitionism (sex in front of other people (movie set)), creampie, sweet aftercare

⇢ personal note: thank you @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for bring my beta again! As for what you're all about to read – I have no regrets. Virgin kink goes brrr

"College has always been so crucial, such an essential part of what measures a person’s worth and determines their future."

They say college life is quite challenging. That it can help you come to realize your potential, that you learn more about yourself while in it. That the challenges you experience in university help you grow into a mature person in society.

You have several challenges to face. There's the problem that you focus entirely too much on your studies. In some ways, it’s to secure your future and to compensate for your lack of private life. In other ways, it makes you, because of inexperience, too naive for your own good. Or, as your friends have called it: too innocent. You've never had anyone touch you, never been with anyone in that way. Thus, you never get the hint when someone hits on you or finds you attractive. You have excellent grades – but unlike many of your peers, you’re still a virgin. 

Another challenge you are facing is that you aren't wealthy. One semester into your studies, you are closer to the end than you expected. Leaving your landlord's buro, you take a few steps before coming to a halt and close your eyes as if to gain some semblance of composure. You're broke and desperately need money to cover your rent and living expenses. The bank isn't going to give you another loan, and you find yourself on the verge of having to leave college without a family to support your education.

They say you have to fail first to be successful in the future. But you are beyond failing – you are simply screwed. 

You are very aware of your financial predicament. And you loathe having to live day to day on just pennies. To put it short—you are sick of being a broke-ass, loser virgin.

You sigh. 

Giving up is not a choice. So you do the next best thing: grab life by the horns and start looking for a job. Searching under your bed, clothing pockets, and between couch cushions, you scrounge up enough money to get a local newspaper. In its classified ads, only a few offers deem themselves feasible with your busy school schedule: a late-night shift at a local diner, pizza delivery, or a job doing telemarketing. None of those sound too appealing, but there might not be a choice. Then, your gaze stops at an offer that sounds too good. A movie company is looking for a production assistant on a film set; you don't need prior experience, work hours are during the weekends, and pay is double what the other jobs offer.

You don’t think before hastily grabbing your phone, punching in the number, and waiting while the dial tone rings.

After a distinct click over the other line, a man hisses, "Shimura?"

"Uhm, hi. I- I am calling about the assistant job offer. I was wondering—"

"You're hired. Tomorrow at 5 pm," the man at the other end interrupts in an annoyed tone.

He rattles off the address as you fumble around for a pen, hastily writing it down when you find it.

Before you can reply, he finishes with Don't be late and hangs up unceremoniously.

You exhale, realizing you’ve been holding your breath since he started speaking.

What the hell just happened? 

***

The path to the location is littered with brown leaves, and you struggle to keep from slipping as you walk toward the building. The address given to you is an old warehouse on the edge of town. Its monotonous, featureless walls covered in graffiti make it feel abandoned. There are no visible signs that anything is happening inside at all.

As you walk across the parking lot, you start to see small indications of life: fancy cars—far too fancy for this area- and sensual music permeating through the corrugated steel walls. 

You weren’t sure how to dress for a job you knew nothing about, so you opted for blue jeans, a white blouse, and pointy shoes with heels. Your hair is tied into a neat ponytail, and simple smokey eyes complete the look. 

You aim for a large steel door that the cars are all parked close to. As you lift your head, you take in the old brick building you are standing in front of, lined with large casement metal windows. 

There is a single doorbell, no name on it, and you hesitate before inhaling and pressing it with the tip of your finger.

You hear a clicking sound, and then the heavy door swings inwards. 

Alright, here goes nothing.

***

The set is surprisingly professional—like a luxurious bedroom sliced in half. A row of chairs faces the set on a concrete floor behind multiple cameras and some sound equipment, with the crew standing around talking.

The producer, Tenko, as he introduces himself to you–with tufts of pale hair and seemingly chronic dry lips in dire need of some chapstick – explains that your job will consist of helping around the set, distributing beverages, and handing out the script. Simple work you could do. After introducing you to the crew, he hands you a stack of papers, instructing you to pass them out.

Then you see her—the actress. She is gorgeous, dressed in an ivory-colored silk robe. Her hair is the color of the sun. Her skin is flawless and tanned, and her body is perfect- although almost definitely sculpted by a professional surgeon.

"Where the fuck is he?" You hear Tenko grumble, pulling a phone from his pocket, thumb tapping against the screen.

A flurry of activity breaks your concentration. A door flies open, and a man strides through—the leading actor, you gather, from how everyone else suddenly perks up.

"Fucking finally," the pale-haired director groans, tucking his cell back into the pocket of his jacket.

The man's hair is coal-colored, falling in messy strands into his face. His eyes remind you of the bright ocean, almost glowing in the dim light of the set. His sharp lips pull into a wide grin, his canines peeking out. He is casually dressed, wearing a pair of dark, ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, allowing you to notice just how well-toned his arms are. He is handsome, with delicate yet masculine features and sharp angles set in his face. His eyes are heavy-lidded, and his thin lips form a troublesome grin when his eyes meet yours. 

Shit. 

He holds your gaze before dragging his sinfully blue eyes over your figure and looking away again. Your heart skips a beat because even in the low light, you can see that the actor is incredibly hot. Totally your type. You can't help but stare at him, watching how he moves, the way his muscles ripple under the thin fabric of his shirt, the way his thighs bulge in his tight pants. 

Speaking of bulge. 

It's the biggest one you've ever seen, and the sight of it sends a pang straight to your core. Your cheeks heat up automatically. 

Stop it!

You curse inwardly a few times for thinking lewd thoughts on a professional movie set.

But—you can't help it. He just looks too handsome. It stirs something inside of you you've never felt before. You sigh, knowing that this man has already made his way into your dreams, but in the end, they’ll stay just that— dreams. 

Someone like him would never want to lay a hand on you.

As he approaches the stage, the man stops dead in his tracks, staring at the actress with a bored expression. 

“Not her again.” You hear him groan.

The actress snaps her head around, a stunned expression on her face. “Pardon me?”

"The script calls for an innocent girl." The actor deadpans. "No one's gonna believe that with you in the female role."

The actress jumps to her feet. “How dare you talk about me like that!”

Tenko hisses, “Didn't you read the script? You would have known you film with her today, Touya—"

“I told you not to use my real name on set,” he says with a blase, somewhat impatient gaze.

“And I told you not to let out your frustration on the set, Dabi.” The director retorts.

“Frustration caused by your actions.” Dabi deadpans.

You hold your breath as your eyes dart from the director to Dabi and back to the actress. The rest of the crew acts like this is an everyday commotion on the set. 

“This is not a request— I'm not doing the scene with her, " Dabi says, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

The actress jumps from her chair, visibly outraged, as her cheeks flare red with anger. “You're such a dick!”

“Yeah, you're right. But I’m the best dick in the industry.” He turns around, a sardonic finality in his tone.

You stare at the scene before you, the forgotten papers clutched tightly to your chest. The blonde woman stares at the dark-haired man, infuriated. 

“So, it's either me—or her.” Dabi addresses Tenko, who isn't even trying to de-escalate the situation. “That's my final say.”

“I can't believe you're doing this to me!" The woman wails exaggeratedly.

"Sweetheart, we need someone who conveys innocence. Not some chick as fake-looking as you," Dabi purrs with false care. “Go carry your plastic off the stage already.”

Tenko scratches his neck in annoyance. He watches as the actress slings an array of profanities at Dabi before storming off with quick strides toward the door, slamming it shut behind her.

The dark-haired man stands at ease, reaching into his pants pocket to retrieve a cigarette, lighting it, and taking a deep drag. “Thank god she's gone. What were you thinking, Tenko?”

“Dabi, she's the most requested—” 

“I don't give a fuck.” he runs a free hand through his dark bangs. “She sucks.”

You listen to them bicker, getting more confused by the second. 

“So—what do you expect me to do now?” Tenko's scratching increases as he starts pacing up and down the set. “Production costs will double if we cut and pick things up on a different day. Not to mention the cost of finding a new replacement.”

He jumps off his chair, pacing around the set. Then he grumbles, “We’ll take a ten-minute break. I need to come up with a solution or else—”

“We need someone Pretty, no makeup, normal clothes.” Dabi suggests, "That won't be too expensive. Someone who looks undefiled, innocent.” Dabi's gaze wanders across the room. “Like a student or something.”

Then he sees you, and a smirk tugs at his lips. His stunning sapphire eyes look you up and down. You swallow hard, your shaking hands almost crumpling the papers in their tight grip.

"Like her." Teal eyes narrow as they focus on you. 

You blink back at him dumbly, the room around you completely silent.

"Me?" You answer, his words catching you off guard.

"Yep. You." Dabi's smirk returns, a playfulness in his eyes. 

The director stares at you with the same baffled expression written on your face. "Her?"

"Yep. Her." His grin widens.

"B-But, I can't!" You counter. " I'm a simple student, not an actress—"

"That's exactly what we need." The twinkle in his eyes is still there, "And you have a pussy, don't you?"

"Yes, I—” You catch yourself, your cheeks flaring hot. “W- What does that even have to do with this movie?"

Suddenly, the room goes alive with murmurs and whispers.

Dabi quirks a brow. "You're telling me you don't know?"

"Don't know what?" You helplessly look around.

The dark-haired man turns to his director, "You didn't tell her?!"

Tenko mumbles something about how you would have found out eventually. 

Dabi steps toward you and crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Doll, this is an adult film set."

"A what?" You dumbly blink at him.

"An adult film set. You know, where people fuck." He leans forward, deep azures sparkling salaciously. "You know how fucking works, don't you?"

"Yes, I mean—in theory?" A heat washes over your face and flushes down your entire body.

"Yes or no. What is it?" Dabi asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow.

The heat in your face has reached the tip of your ears as you stammer. "It's none of your business."

He steps even closer. "C’mon, sweetheart, tell us."

He smirks, eyes narrowing as he leans closer. He looks at your lips, then back at your eyes. You can smell him with how close he is leaning in. His deep, masculine scent surrounds you, sending a jolt of heat straight through your core. Even though your mind wants to scream at him, to tell him off, you hear a timid voice whisper, "I’ve used my fingers? Maybe some toys?"

It is your voice.

"You're telling me you've never done it with another person?" This time, it is Dabi’s turn to sound baffled as he leans back, taking you in. "That you're a virgin."

"I-I…" You stammer, swallowing dryly.

Looking over his shoulders, he calls over to his director, "It'll break records if we film this. You're aware of that, right?"

"I am." Tenko snaps, scratching at his neck irritably, "You don't need to tell me."

"Ok, then it's a deal.” He nods towards you. “I want her—or I'm leaving."

"You little piece of—" Tenko growls. "That's extortion."

"You won't regret it," Dabi says, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Shouldn’t I have a say on this too?" You ask, but both men ignore your words.

"Ok, it's a deal," Tenko murmurs. "How much do we pay her?"

Dabi turns his gaze back to you. "You need money, right? Or else you wouldn't be here.”

"That’s none of your business."

"C'mon, sweetheart, This is your chance."

“Yes, I mean… " a sound of annoyance bubbles up your throat. "I can't afford my rent anymore, and my landlord will kick me out if I don't pay up soon."

“I sense an opportunity here," Dabi smirks. "Tenko, how much will you pay her if she agrees to do this with me?"

"How much do you want?" Tenko asks you.

“I-I don't know. I've never thought about it." You shyly add.

"Pay her rent plus an allowance," Dabi suggests. "Tenko, you know she's worth it."

"That’s too m—" You swallow hard.

Tenko mumbles disgruntledly: "OK, I'll do it.” 

“You what?" His words leave you stunned.

Dabi interrupts quickly. "What he's saying, sweetheart, is that he'll pay for your rent - if you let me fuck you.”

His lewd words and the deep blue pools of his stunning eyes send a flutter through your stomach. 

“In front of all these people?!" 

“That's what porn is all about, doll.” Dabi chuckles, studying your reaction.

You swallow hard.

"So? What's it gonna be?" He cocks his head, waiting. 

You have always prioritized safety, so common sense tells you to stick to your usual way of life. However, look where common sense has led you: You're almost broke and may need to drop out of college. 

This could be a bad decision. But, it's time to throw safety to the sea.

"OK, I'll do it," you proclaim, and a round of applause and cheers erupt on the set while Dabi nods appreciatively.

“Congratulations, you're hired. Now, get ready before I change my mind.” Tenko waves a hand. “We still have a movie to film here.”

Your heart starts to race, a crushing weight bearing down on your chest. But you know that you have no choice. It's either a free porn loan—or being a forced college dropout. Taking a deep breath, you ball your hands into fists, trying to ignore the signs of panic your body is giving you.

"Okay, everyone, resume positions. And hand her the script.” Tenko moves to his chair, sitting down in it. “Let's do the first take." 

"Hold on," Dabi says. "Why not do it a bit differently this time? No script, no acting— just raw footage. The whole thing.”

“You mean a one-shot film?” Tenko looks surprised. “I suppose that would work. Especially with a new actress.”

“Are you okay with that, doll?” Dabi smiles at you, and there's a warmth in his voice that wasn't there before.

“Do I have a choice?” you sigh.

“Not really.” He winks.

"Are you two lovebirds done flirting over there? " Tenko asks, " Because we're ready to film.”

“We weren't flir—” you protest, but Dabi bridges the distance between you.

"So, sweetheart?" He leans in, his face hovering close, sharing a breath with you. "How are you feeling about being fucked on camera?"

“Nervous.” you bite your lips, your face starting to burn.

"Doll, don't be; just focus on me," he soothes, stroking your cheek. “Forget about everyone else; I'll take care of you.”

He takes your hand and pulls you towards the bedroom set.

“Quiet!” Tenko raises a hand, and complete silence falls over the set as the crew prepares to film you both. 

Tenko calls out a set of commands, which different crew members around the room answer.

“Sound?”

“Set.”

“Camera?”

“Set.”

“Roll sound.”

“Sound rolling.”

“Roll camera.” 

“Camera Speed.” 

“Marker.”

A man with a clapper board enters the scene and calls, "Scene one. Take—uhm— whatever." 

Dabi nods, and that is the cue. The lights dim, and the cameras vanish into the darkness; only the red lights betray their existence. 

You glance around, your stomach in knots, as you realize that this is no game, that this is it. The only thing visibly lit was the bed standing a few feet away. The crew's faces are barely visible as everyone watches you, the man behind the camera tilting it, filming you from bottom to top.

“Hey baby, you alright?” You hear Dabi's voice.

“N-No, not really.” You stammer, your hands trembling, your breathing picking up, as your eyes frantically dart around the dark set. “I don't know if I can do this.”

“Sweetheart, look at me.” You feel a finger hook under your chin when Dabi tilts your head to meet his gaze. It's intense, the turquoise of his irises gleaming almost unnaturally. 

You feel your heart sink into your stomach as his thumb caresses your skin. When he closes the already minimal distance between you, your eyes flutter close in reflex. His lips are sensually warm and addicting against your cheek, and your heart starts thrashing wildly inside your chest in response. Something changes between you, an intimacy blooming as the voices of the people mute.

It's all you need to distract your mind, to make your body heat up. Not with anxiety—

—but in anticipation. 

“Are you ready to give me your virginity?” His low voice rumbles close to your ear.

You nod, like in a haze, every caress of his lips causes your skin to tingle, to burn with passion. He shifts, and you feel him faintly brush your lips, and a zap of electricity courses through your veins. Then, your lips are united in his first tentative kiss. They are so soft, and the way he kisses you is so delicate, almost tender— deliberately slow.

You relax, giving in to how wonderful this feels. His tongue slowly traces the shape of your lips, and you feel your brain short-circuiting. Angling your head to the side, you part your lips, begging him to enter. Dabi reacts instantly, his tongue slipping your mouth, delving deeper, tasting you, consuming you.

You groan—how could a man taste so good?

It makes your knees buckle, and you start panting into his mouth, your instincts taking over, your body reacting to his touch. A desire, a passion, awakens like a wild animal roaring, and you feel a wave of arousal pool in your panties. You can't help it, and you slide your hand underneath his shirt, your other hand circling his neck. You can feel him smirking into the kiss, but the sound carries off into a groan when you rake your nails down the small of his back. 

As he breaks away, a warmth lingers between you and him while he admires your wet, pink, swollen lips, "A little eager for your first time, huh?"

The kiss leaves you dizzy, and you can't seem to form an answer, too stricken by his closeness and intoxicating scent.

The moment passes, and then his lips smash against yours so fast you don't even have time to react. He presses his hips against yours, his clothed hardness grazing against your heat, letting you feel just how hard you’ve made him.

Holy shit.

He's not gentle anymore; he's rough and demanding now. He is taking you, enjoying the shaky gasps that leave your lips. Dabi’s hands trail down your side to find your ass cheeks. He lifts you by the thighs onto his waist skillfully, never breaking the kiss. Carrying you easily toward the bed he releases his hold and you topple onto it, panting heavily.

The lights around you heat the air, and you notice one camera panning across the set while the other tracks toward you on a dolly. Just as your heart starts picking up an anxious speed again, you see a movement to the side. Dabi yanks his shirt above his head, the muscles in his stomach flexing with every movement.

The second the fabric touches the floor, he's on you with his lips pressed to yours and his tongue in your mouth. You feel yourself getting lost in the moment of passion and all you can see is him. Your stomach somersaults and the world around you ceases to exist; it is just you and him— the people around you and the cameras wholly forgotten. The world, right now, only revolves around the two of you.

“You taste so fucking good,” he breathes into your mouth, hazy eyes glowing with arousal. "How do you taste so fucking good?”

You feel his hand sneak underneath your shirt to slowly pull it off over your head. Next, he skillfully removes the rest of your clothes off until you are lying below him, sex and breasts cupped by delicate cotton underwear. 

“Look at that,” he muses. “So innocent.”

Sliding his hand behind your back, he unhooks the bra with an expert pinch of his fingers. Your breasts spill out as he slides the straps off your shoulders, tossing it aside. Then his gaze lingers on your soft, round tits.

“Damn,” he cups them and squeezes them gently, “Where have you been hiding, girl? You're perfect.”

He slides his fingers over your nipples and a low moan tears from your throat. Dabi lets out a low rumble as his hands continue to work your breasts, rubbing and plucking at your stiffening nipples. There’s a deep throb low in your body, pulsing between your thighs, and you're startled at the way you’re reacting. You are so turned on—his touch only adds to your body’s cravings, and as his large palms glide over your breasts; it pulls the breath from your lungs as it simultaneously fuels your desire. His thumbs drag over your nipples again, rolling it between his fingers before leaning down to lick at your pebbled nub. He makes you feel breathless with excitement the more he focuses on toying with your breasts, rolling the tips back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. 

It makes you crazy with need until you're aching, shivering throughout your entire body. You're gasping for breath the entire time Dabi has his lips wrapped around your erect nub, sucking it to send a tingling sensation straight through to your core. Then he's biting just hard enough to make you squeal before soothing the puckered nub with a flick of his tongue.

“You’ve got the most amazing tits,’ Dabi murmurs against your skin. “So soft and full. So natural.”

While he switches from pliant nipple to pliant nipple, you feel a stray hand hook its fingers under the seams of your panties. He releases your nipple with a pop and peppers kisses down to your tummy while he adeptly pulls the little piece of fabric down and off your legs. You're now utterly naked below him while Dabi continues revering your body with wet kisses and nibbles, moving downward until you feel his warm breath on your pubic mound. He spreads your trembling legs, his eyes glazing over your pussy, pupils expanding and then retracting into pin slits.

"Look at that pretty pussy." His breath is hot against your soaked folds. "And so fucking wet—you're dripping."

A shameful sound spills from your lips at his words, and you writhe in his hold. But his hands keep you in place. 

"You're seriously telling me,” he slides his fingers up and down your glistening folds, “No one's been here before?"

You squirm below him as a camera zooms in on where Dabi’s eyes are affixed– between your thighs.

“Cause you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen.” He snickers. “And I've seen a lot.” 

His warm, calloused fingers slide up and down your slippery folds, his hot breath fanning over your sex. Then he spreads apart your sweet lips; it makes you shudder in anticipation, and Dabi chuckles.

“I can see you twitching for me.” A finger sinks in, making you arch your back the deeper it goes. 

The camera behind him zooms in on your blushing face, and you cover it with trembling hands. 

"Nu-uh, no hiding. Look at me." He slaps your clit lightly—making you jolt. "Let us see your pretty face."

You whimper softly, because you've touched yourself before—

—but this just feels so much more intense.

“Dabi—” you choke out, flinching in pleasure when he slides a hand underneath your ass, 

raising your hips to have more access to you. 

“Relax, baby, I'll take care of you.” A growl tears from his throat, and then he drags his tongue over your gleaming folds, tasting you. 

You cry out, your body shuddering. Over and over, Dabi licks you with deep, claiming strokes, using his tongue to explore every bit of you. 

“Damn, you taste better than anything I've ever tasted.” He pushes his wet muscle into your core, frantic to have more of you. 

“Oh my God. Dabi!” Your toes curl, and your thighs tighten around him. You're both – startled and aroused at his eagerness. Any worries you have are melting away as he drags his tongue over you again and again, making you squirm with need.

A moan escapes your lips– loud, uncontrolled– when his tongue flicks over your folds. When he grazes your little button, you jolt as if you've been stung. 

He hums appreciatively and buries his face into your warmth, seeking out that sweet nub. Your body jerks as he moves his tongue over it, repeating the action when he does it again. You give a little wail, and your hands curl into the fabric the longer he teases. He eagerly works that spot, and you cry out with little choked gasps.

As his tongue circles your clitoris, your sensations spiral out of control. You can feel the tension increasing in your body with a growing urgency to be released. 

“Dabi,” you pant with every flick of his tongue. But he doesn't respond, does not hear– or pretends not to. He buries his face in your folds, hands holding you down by your hips.

With every quiver that moves through your body, with every shiver of response, every tensing of your muscles, you draw closer to the edge.

You writhe against Dabi, with his face between your thighs, lapping at your juices. All the while, he continues to work your little clit with his tongue in slow, steady strokes. 

Suddenly, the feeling that you’re about to cum overwhelms you. Your pussy clenches, dripping with your juices, and your clit is ready to burst.  

Your hips jerk against him, and then a release explodes in your mind, your thoughts crashing all around you. You come with a slight scream that morphs into a moan, but Dabi does not stop his ministrations—

—no.

He continues to lick and suck as you come and come and come.

It's too much; you feel like exploding. You’re a moaning mess, fingers slipping between Dabi’s strands, pushing and pulling at his roots unsure if you can take it if he keeps going like that. 

Your entire body is on fire. The orgasm continues to surge through you– more intense than anything you’ve experienced by yourself– with Dabi gently sucking and licking at your clit. You are delirious, feel like you are floating with no way to find your path back to earth. 

“Dabi, please—” you choke out.

Dabi’s mouth detaches from your overstimulated nub and straightens up, licking your cum’s sweetness off his lips. Crawling on top of you, he gazes into your eyes. “Doll, tell me—what do you want me to do?”

You see his jeans straining from the bulk of his erection and swallow, your body responding with a flood of hormones. 

“Please fuck me,” you whisper, thinking in ways you never have before.

You want to beg him to be gentle, but you can’t seem to form the words when you see him unbuckle his belt before unzipping his jeans, his eyes carefully watching your expression as he does. His cock springs to life, and you swallow thickly. It's enormous—and pierced. 

You feel a momentary pang of doubt, questioning if that monster will even fit inside you. The previous excitement and adrenaline pumping through your veins gradually turn to panic. Your breathing picks up as you stare at his cock, wide-eyed. 

“You look worried,” Dabi says, stroking it with one hand. His raised eyebrows and amused grin tell you he's used to this type of reaction. 

“Are you sure…” you nod towards his cock.

“Trust me,” he says. “I’ll make sure you feel good. It’ll be the greatest thing you'll ever experience.”

Your entire body yearns for his touch, and there’s no way you're saying no now. He’s spreading you wide open, hands on your knees, before he moves to hold himself in hand to align his cock with your entrance.  

"Do you want me to fuck you?’ Dabi asks as he drags the head of the tip up and down your slit. 

“‘S not gonna fit,” you whine with a worried expression.

“Don't be scared,” Dabi says, "I know what I'm doing. So, you'll be a good girl and take it all, right?”

“I'm not sure,” you whisper.

“I know you can...” His eyes stare at you with a desire so intense that you almost feel intimidated. 

He’s spreading you wide open, hands on your knees, before he moves one to hold himself and align his cock to your entrance. The pressure between your legs increases as Dabi nudges the pierced tip of his cock against you.

“Get ready,” he whispers.

A mix of a gasp and a cry leaves your lips as Dabi strains against you, feeling like he’s trying to shove a massive pole inside of you. You squeeze your eyes shut as tears gather in your lashes, and Dabi holds back, kissing you, waiting for you to relax.

“Easy,” he says softly, “I’ve got you.” 

The softness of his tone relaxes you and the tension in your shoulders lessens. Then, somehow, something gives way, and he enters you. You gasp, your body opening up to accommodate the massive dick that is now sliding inside of you. 

"Oh my god—” You throw your head back, hands clawing at his shoulders in a weak attempt to push him away.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he hisses, eyebrows furrowing before he hits resistance and then pushes forward.

There’s a sharp pain slicing through your core, and you don't know if it's from the stretch or a tear. Probably both. It hurts, and you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing tears down your cheek. Dabi continues to push his hips forward, only stopping once he’s entirely inside, heavy balls pressed against the crease of your ass. The cameras zoom in on the bulge in your womb, where his dick sits buried deep inside of you. But you don't notice them, your brain too consumed by him filling you up, his whole weight resting against you. 

“You ok?” Breathing heavily, he drags his eyes back and forth over your face. 

“Gimme a sec.” Your lips press into a thin line as the pain from the stretch slowly turns into a dull throb. After a moment, you nod...

"I'm gonna start moving now," Dabi says— and then does precisely that. 

Just as you start to feel your body relaxing, he withdraws, only to plunge himself in again. The sudden shock of the movement is incredible. You feel every ridge, every single thick vein. It feels fantastic, and as he slowly slides back in, you can appreciate every inch of his cock. He starts an even rhythm, rocking inside you gently. 

“Shit, just squeezed me so fucking tight,” he moans in response. "I’m warning you, don't make me lose my composure. You don’t want to see me act up.”

Your mind feels detached from your body; you don't hear him, don't even notice the camera zooming in, focusing on how your face scrunches and your lips quiver because of how good he makes you feel. 

He grabs you by the waist and brings you closer to him. Raising both legs in the air, he pushes them forward until your body is folded in half.

“Oh—shit—” You choke out, the walls of your sex stretching to accommodate him. 

“I’m gonna make you cum,” Dabi is panting hard as he starts driving his cock rapidly in and out of you. “You won't be able to walk for days.”

“I-I can’t—” your jaw slackens as you tighten around his dick again, the ability to form comprehensive answers having left you the moment he breached your walls.

He rams himself deeper while his fingers slip between your strands, guiding your face upward, your mouths colliding in a frantic kiss. 

It starts as a slow burn that gradually builds into a white, blistering heat. A feeling begins coursing through you, making you lose control of your body. You tense and arch your back, your head digging back into the pillow, voice caught in your throat. And just when you think you can't take it anymore, all that tension releases, and you cry out loud, a turbulent wave of pleasure hitting you like a storm. All your nerve endings are seemingly set ablaze while Dabi fucks you through your orgasm. 

His eyes are wide with wonder, hearing and feeling you come undone around him. The way your eyes are shut tightly in pleasure, your entire body trembling and shaking in ecstasy, is the best thing he's ever seen. It makes his chest swell with pride. Still, it feels like it's not enough, though, and he needs more. He wants to own you, possess you, make you his.

Dabi snaps. 

With a suppressed growl, Dabi grabs you by your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. He's not letting you catch your breath before he propels his cock back inside you again. His hand slides from the dip in your spine to the spot between your shoulder blades, pressing down until your face is buried in the sheets. At this angle, he reaches even deeper than before, his piercings rubbing your G-spot just right. Your hands tightly fist the soft duvet with every drive of his hips, knocking the air from your lungs.

Dabi seems delirious, pistoning in and out of you now. Reaching forward, he gathers your hair around his fist, tugging it to keep you in place, forcing your head up from the sheets. You sob out his name, your chin and cheeks covered with your drool and tears. 

But Dabi is drowning too deep in pleasure to notice. 

"I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll never think of anyone but me in your fantasies," Dabi growls while your elbows shake under the pressure of his forceful thrusts.

Slowly, your mind is falling apart with the pleasure pulsing through your body. Dabi starts drilling his big cock into your even faster now. You tremble below him, thighs quivering when you feel another orgasm building up. 

“You gonna cum for me again, princess?” Dabi groans, “I can feel your pussy clenching around me.”

You nod, too exhausted to form any words. Dabi tightens his hold on your hip, fingers digging into your plush skin, holding you still. 

“I’m gonna cum with you,” he tells you. “I’m gonna fill up your tight hole, gonna breed you so good—fuck!”

"Please—" you whimper pathetically, finding yourself trapped in his lewd promises. 

And then you lose it, feeling like the world is disappearing underneath your feet. Pleasure rips through you, leaving you with no strength. It’s an intense tingling pleasure that starts in your core and spreads through your whole body, from your fingertips down to your toes. It's all-consuming and euphoric, your body not knowing what to do with that much sensation at once. 

You feel your body falling off a cliff into a pile of tingling ecstasy as you cum again with a broken whimper escaping your lips. The orgasm is even more potent than the last ones, like a massive burst of pleasure; all that tension explodes and shoots up the back of your legs and everywhere else. You moan and shudder, your pussy clamping around his cock. 

“That’s it,” Dabi lets out a long, shuddering groan. “Just like that.”

You forget to breathe while Dabi keeps fucking your harder and harder, feral with desire, shoving his cock as deep inside you as he can.

“Oh fuck—” You gasp out, arching your back, fingers twisting against the sheets.

No sooner have the words slipped from your lips that you feel your whole body lock tight again—and then unravel. You forget to breathe as an unending cascade of euphoria detonates deep inside of you. You come undone, shaking uncontrollably as juices gush from your pussy, dripping down Dabis balls, drenching the sheets below. 

Dabi groans, his eyes screwing shut, head dropping back. With one final possessive thrust of his hips, he cums, shooting his seed deep inside you. You feel his cock twitch as he moans heavily, eyebrows sewn together. His body is shuddering, his hips hitching while he rides out his orgasm.

You’re faintly aware of your surroundings, buried too deeply in your bliss. Unable to take any more pleasure, you slump backward. Dabi slides his softening cock from you with an obscene wet sound before dropping down onto the bed beside you, taking you with him.

“Fuck…” he breathed out, caressing your skin. “That felt so—”

‘And—cut!’ You hear a voice call, speaking its way into the mush that is your brain, slapping you back to reality.

You open your eyes and look around in shock, having completely forgotten where you are. The lights switch on, almost blindingly bright. People start hustling about the set, and cameras mere inches away from you now pull back into their waiting positions. 

“That was perfect,” you hear Tenko say through the noise filling the set now.

Your breath catches in your throat, an unsettling feeling beginning to well inside you. Your heart starts pounding at an increasingly rapid pace while you feel panic stretch its icy fingers up your spine.

You feel a warm hand cradling your face, angling it to the side. It’s Dabi. He places his mouth over yours without further ado. 

“You are perfect.” Dabi coos into the kiss, and it happens again— butterflies erupt in your gut, the world around you fading until there's only you and him.

Instinctively, you let go, feeling the tension slowly dissipate and your heart calming down. Dabi smiles as he breaks away from you, and you feel it— a lingering warmth, an unseen connection that spins fragile threads between you both.

A man approaches to help you get out of bed, but Dabi, whose face is still dewy with sweat, moves between you both. He takes the bathrobe from the guy and wraps it around your shivering body before getting dressed himself.

Helping you off the bed, he drapes an arm around your shoulder and leads you past the celebrating crew members from the set until you’re backstage. 

Once in the changing room, he closes the door behind him and leans against it. 

“That was something…” he muses. “You’re a natural. Would you ever consider doing this again with me?’ 

You're caught off-guard, his face radiating a tenderness that fills your heart with something joyful. A warmth spreads across your face, your hands gripping the soft belt of your robe as you nip at your lower lip. “I-I don't know.”

“You should,” Dabi kicks off the door frame and saunters over you with a sinful, obscene sway of his hips. His hand finds yours, fingers interlacing in a silent agreement, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Think about it…”

He lets the words hang in the air for a second. When he pulls away, his arms wrap around your neck, lower half still pressed against you as if you’re not a stranger. He looks down at you like the two of you have been dating for years.

“So, I was wondering… what are you doing later on?” Dabi kisses the tip of your nose. “Do you want to grab a bite to eat and get some drinks?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” A new desire for him grows inside of you. You smile back at him, reaching up to gently play with his dark hair.

“Maybe?” His lips curl into a devious smirk.

“Is this even allowed?” Chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly catches up to his, as if your bodies react simultaneously to each other's warm touch.

“Maybe?” Dabi repeats, his thumb gently brushing along your lips.

When you look into his eyes, a tenderness softens the rough edges of his sharp features. It makes you wonder, he’s been so sweet and caring after everything that happened today– you actually believe he’s a genuinely sincere and nice guy. You feel your heart quiet when you’re with him, as if you have found peace. 

“Well…” you consider, “I've just thrown all my morals into the wind. So, might as well go on a date with a pornstar, right?”

“You won't regret it.” Dabis laughs softly. “Even though you might not be able to move after I'm done with you—”

“Is that so…” You are torn between scolding him or laughing because he's so cute. “Ok, big boy, whatever you say.”

[spookypete-94]

Dark Horse- A Mother

Part 2

Reader is a single mother, working double shifts at a restaurant. Father of the child starts to become a problem while reader is at work and Price offers a solution. Slight age gap between reader around 25 and Price around 35.

How ironic it was to be back at home emptying out the lunchbox that had started it all. Feeling petty that you were angry like it had forgotten its own self on the counter. Taking out the sandwich you had made the night prior and throwing it away. Turkey, cheese, and miracle whip. Abel's favorite. Starting all over, your mind trying to find work as a distraction from the entire day’s events. Lunchbox packed and, in the fridge, note on the door so not to forget it in the start of the chain tomorrow. Work finished.

And then the fleeting thought made its way back to you. Engaged. You were engaged. Something you thought would never happen because you have never had time to consider it, let alone dating.

John had passed you his phone number scribbled on a piece of paper. How very old school of him, you thought to yourself accepting it before placing it in your apron pocket mixed in with your tips. It was now back in your fingertips, passing it around to look at it closer. The man had handwriting of a serial killer... Could you be marrying a serial killer?

Shaking your head, riding yourself of such a thought. No, John was not a serial killer.... least not the kind that stalked its prey and killed the next victim- you told yourself, typing what you thought was the phone number into your phone Never really knowing much about him, you could tell he was at least military, but what exactly?

John? the text you sent to the number hoping you had read it right.

Yes? was the single worded answer. Sighing with relief, you were glad it was him, not ready to keep taking the chance of a random stranger.

I could barely read your writing.

Been told it's bad before. And then a time or two after that. He responded back and you can hear the slight chuckle in his voice.

Get the boy in bed? He messaged right after.

Yes, he's sleeping now. Just got his lunch packed.

Good, you should be in bed too. Oh my god, you thought to yourself now worried he was thinking of you in bed. Glancing at the time, after your nightly routine was done you saw the clock on the wall read almost 11:30. He was probably just being practical.

Heading there now, thank you.

For what?

Everything.

Get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon.

Yeah, like you were going to sleep after everything that had happened today. Giving it an attempt, you crawl under the covers after starting the washer to try to get a jump start of the home work load. Closing your eyes, making the room dark, you pretended if anything to get sleep.

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"Abel!" You shouted, pulling the clothes out of the dryer you had moved during your insomnia caused by your worry battle. "Time to get a move on." Grabbing a warm towel, you hung it on the hook outside of the shower.

"We're going to be late." You said still trying to usher him. Watching his little hand slip out past the shower curtain, feeling for the warm towel.

"Thanks momma," he said muffled through the towel.

It wasn't shortly after he found you fully clothed with his bookbag and the condemned lunchbox in your hand by the front door. Slipping on his shoes he took the bag, slipping it over his shoulders, standing up shouting he was ready.

Locking the door behind you, he sprinted down to the sidewalk ready for you. Grin beaming almost as bright as the morning sun.

"Will that man come see you again today?" he asked as you walked next to him.

Struggling to find the courage to answer him, you realized he was paying more attention than you had thought. "He is."

"Will he be there when I get there?"

"Probably, and I think we will be seeing more of him overall."

"Why?"

"Well... him and I are going to get married."

"Married!? Like a mom and a dad together?"

"Yes, but he is not your dad. Your dad will always be your dad."

Abel looked down kicking a rock.

"I wish he was better to you, momma." And your heart fractured at the statement. Your hand found his chin, tilting it up so he looks at you.

"I wish he was too," your voice quietly fighting the tears that stung your eyes, "but take it as a lesson Abel. If you ever find love, be sure to treat them better then what you have been shown."

Abel gave a single nod, understanding the weight of your statement. He has always been a kid that is easy to talk to.

Going your separate ways, he gave your middle a squeeze, head buried in your abdomen before saying goodbye. Leaving you alone to finish your walk on your way to work.

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Coffee pots are already brewing, turning on the grill top and fryer for your cook. You were ready to roll.

Morning shift went quick, the restaurant running like a well-oiled machine from your efforts. No phone calls from the school today, further easing your confidence that everything was going to be alright. Abel with his dad like the custody agreement states while you're at work. That feeling of confidence quickly left you though, as Abel's homeroom teacher walked in. Mrs. Karim. Eyes locking with her, you meant her almost at the front door.

"Everything ok?" You asked familiar enough with her to know she wouldn't have been here for nothing.

"Relax," she said with a warm laugh. "Not everything that happens has to be bad." She teased placing a hand on your shoulder making you take a deep breath in. "I came to bring you something," she said handing you a student made project. It was a heart with 2 paper doors that you could open.

"We made these for Mother's Day, and I really wanted you to see what your son wrote."

Each individual line was something Abel had written about you. A scribble that you could decipher with ease, seeing it change and grow as he got older.

I love my mother because:

She makes sure I have food every day.

She makes sure I have a warm towel after every shower.

She walks me to school every morning.

She hugs and tells me she loves me every day.

She tucks me into bed every night.

Instantly the tears are hot on your face and grinning like the Cheshire cat. How much you loved that boy.

"Thank you," you said wiping your tears off with your hand.

"Figured you needed it," she said patting your shoulder again letting on she knew more then what you thought, but not pestering further. "You're a good mom." Making you nod as she left, continuing about her time off.

Turning around, you saw Kate standing leaning against the counter.

"Can we get one day in without you crying?" she teased.

"Fuck off," you chortled. Stepping past her, you saw John sitting at the said counter. He must of snuck in.

"You, ok?" he asked, hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee.

"Yeah," you said sliding the heart to him to look at. "Look, his handwriting looks like yours." You teased implying he had the handwriting of an 8-year-old.

Taking it in his hands he opened the doors of the heart, smiling as he read it too. "Maybe you could give me lessons then." Eyes drifting up to yours as your heartbeat faster, rattling your ribs. They look so blue even through his long brown lashes. A simple “ha-ha” left your mouth unable to find anything else back to say to flirt with him.

"Well, hopefully I can give you something else that makes your day," he said sliding a little black box towards you on the counter. You felt almost dirty accepting it, knowing what was on the inside but still did it anyway. Opening it and looking down, before handing it back to John, unsure of where to go from there.

It was a simple pearl on a gold band. "Was my mother's." He said taking it out of the box, hand extended out for yours. Handing him your left hand, you let him slip it on the ring finger. "Figure if this happening, will make it official." Rendered speechless, you searched to find anything to say.

"What was she like?"

"My mother?"

"Yeah."

"A good mother. Lot like you." He said his answer was plain and simple. His thumb stroking over the back of your hand, back and forth over the ring.

It was like you were made of butterflies and birds. The fluttering beneath your skin, in your chest and stomach, rising and lowering. Were you floating right now? Breaking eye contact, you looked down at your feet grounding yourself. Kate is coming up and giving you a light shoulder check.

"Hate to interrupt your love bird’s moment, but the dinner rush is starting."

"Right," you said fingers squeezing John's hand before getting started. Placing an order for his regular, planning to at least feed him for everything he has done, you got to work taking your tables.

As skilled as you were, you had fumbled a few orders. Forgetting things, not filling drinks right away. But the heavy ring on your finger throws off your game. You would stare at it next to the pen and pad as you would take the order. As simple as it was, it was so beautiful. The glimmer catching your eye every now and then as if you were a bird. Something unfamiliar in the familiar. The lack of tips showed for it. Yes, you were floating because you were riding cloud 9.

Streetlights were starting to come on outside, signaling it was now getting close to closing time. Restaurant now empty, John the only "customer" inside. The door jingling open caught your attention as you saw Abel slip in, heading straight for you. Kneeling you hugged him squeezing him tighter than he was you making him laugh.

"What the fuck is that??" Your ex's voice fills your ears covering the laughter. Glancing up you were shocked to see him in your place of work. Generally, he steered clear, letting you at least have home and work to yourself. But after yesterday he apparently wanted to keep whatever his problem was going.

"What are you talking about?" You asked standing up, slipping Abel behind you, and pushing him lightly to the counter. Thankfully Kate was already waiting for him, hands outstretched with fingers waggling to get him away from verbal altercation.

"On your finger." He said pointing before reaching and snatching for your left hand. Pulling it away from him, you cradled it to your chest. The ring pressed as far inwardly as you could get it.

"Hands off her," John said arm in front of you slowly pushing you behind him like you had just done with Abel. Your right hand rested on his waist, letting him know you were still there with him.

"You can't be serious," your ex said over John's shoulder trying to talk to you.

"The way you treat her ends now. You will no longer be speaking to my soon-to-be wife that way. You'll get your time in court." John said taking a step closer, almost chest to chest.

The door jingled again, and you noticed the three that followed John around standing behind your ex. They crowded him, keeping the situation under control, but willing to turn violent if the time came.

"Why don' ya step outside mate, and have a littl' chat with us?" The biggest one wearing all black said, gripping your ex's shoulder and pulling him out the door.

John followed making you call out to him, "John," your voice warned. "He's still the father to my child."

"Not gonna’ hurt him love, just gonna’ lay down some rules," he said pushing the door open with his back, following his other war dogs outside. He rounded the corner out of your sight.

"You have my heart," Abel said pulling his classroom project to him, breaking you out of your thoughts.

"I always got your heart," you said leaning down kissing his head. "Start your homework while I clean and close up," you said roughing up his hair.

"Ugh...." he groaned, but doing as you said opening his bookbag.

After what felt like an eternity, you watched John come back in the other 3 following in behind him and sitting down at the counter.

"Can I feed them at least?" You asked referring to what they had just done.

"You don' feed the strays," he teased looking down the counter at them. "They ain't staying long anyways. Just enough to lock up and me to walk you home."

"You're walking me home?"

" 'Course I am, my ring your wearing wife to be." he bantered back to you making you go red. Using the excuse to have to go back into the kitchen and fill the mop bucket to hide it. Was useless, hearing the others snicker at your embarrassment.

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Teacher!Seungmin x fem!reade!student

Another day, another time, it sucked. You were a student at the university of Seoul. You were doing great at almost every subject you choosed, exspect... math.

You didn't even know why math was one of your subjects. You never choosed it. You even sended a mail, but you couldn't change now. So you had to survive it this year. Your worst nightmare, you worst fear, *math*.

Your teacher didn't had time to tutor you, so he asked another math-teacher to help you. Today was the day to meet him, after school.

The entire day went very slowly, but atleast your friends were comique so it wasn't to boring. Your teachers were always gossiping about every student. And then they dare to say that we are horrible?! How?

After school you had to stay in your classroom. You were waiting and playing with your pencils. When he wasn't here yet for the past 5 minutes, you decided to walk around the classroom. Just walking and staring at the walls.

Suddenly the door opened and you saw an interesting man walking inside.

'Miss... I/N Y/N?" his eyes widened when he saw you. You were very beautifull, he could not deny.

'Yes, that is me, i am here for you tutoring lessons.'

'You can seat yourself next to me.'

You walked over and seated yourself. The chair hurted your butt, but that does every chair in this university.

'Could you tell me what you don't understand?'

'Everything.'

'Everything is much.'

'Yeah i don't know much about math.'

He started with chapter six, because thats the most important chapter. His voice was very soft and it made you relaxed. You could quit understand a bit, but it was very difficult, because maybe this would sound weird... he was extremely hot. You could call him 'smexy'.

You were staring a bit to him. Not really focusing on this theorie of this chapter. His lips were cute, his nose also, but his eyes. You just could stare in them forever.

He saw you watching his face. He actually didn't mind it. You snapped out of you deep-stare.

'I am sorry, i was just wandering into my thoughts, mine apologies.'

'It is okay, this part is not very important.'

He was actually only supposed to teach you for 1 hour, but he taught you for 2 hours. You didn't watch the clock, you loved each other's presence. He could explain everything so well, his voice was so beautiful. For him, 2 hours feels like 10 minutes. Its beautiful; hands turned the page.

Suddenly your alarm went off, and everything was a little disrupted. Seungmin looked at his watch.

'Oops, it's already 8pm, my apologies. I'll give you some papers to work on at home. You have lessons from me every day, so finish these papers by tomorrow if possible.'

'That's probably possible, depending on what tasks I still have to complete from my other teachers. Thank you for this lesson.'

you stood up and started packing everything up.

'I'll see you again tomorrow. Have a nice day!'

He watched you leave the classroom. He never noticed what a beautiful figure you have. He had already seen you walking around, but of course he had never spoken to you. Of course he had never spoken to you before, you are a student and he is a teacher. It is not forbidden, but it is frowned upon. Still, some girls flirted with him, sometimes tried to touch him themselves, but always avoided them. If you flirted with him, he wouldn't avoid it. But you weren't really that romantic, you read a lot of novels, but even when you were little you realized that not everything in the books could be fulfilled.

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You and your teacher started to grow a little closer together. You could say that you two formed a friendly bond. Sometimes you got jealous when some girls tried to twist Seungmin around their fingers. But yes, Seungmin also got jealous when boys came to you. You were very beautiful and intelligent, so boys took their chance, even sometimes girls tried to take their chance with you. You didn't always notice that. Your eyes were actually only focused on Seungmin.

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You sat in your class and you followed the reading. You sometimes overheard some conversations that were happening in front of you. You were learning about Korean Culture when you suddenly heard Seungmin's name in front of you.

"He's so handsome, could he be that good in bed?" two girls giggled.

You straightened your back and started to lean a little closer.

"He could play with me."

You looked at them as if they were crazy. Seungmin isn't that type of guy. What are they thinking, talking about him like that, aren't they ashamed? Your brow furrowed as you heard their multiple conversations. Deep inside you were burning with jealousy, so many girls wanted to have him. So many girls, some were so beautiful in your eyes. You started to focus on your classes again, but what if... what if Seungmin enjoys all that attention? What if he likes one of those many girls? What if he's... a spicy teacher... if you know what I mean? No, that's not possible, no, Seungmin a spicy teacher? Maybe...

You were walking around the square with one of your friends, just chatting about boys and also the new Arcade. You went through the main hall when you saw a group of girls surrounding Seungmin. They all asked him questions and if he could tutor them. They gave him cookies and so much attention. It made you angry, even though there is absolutely nothing between you and Seungmin. He saw you looking from a distance, he saw anger in your eyes. He turned away from all the girls and came towards you. Why is he coming towards me, you thought. You panicked a bit, he looked so good today. His sleeves were rolled up, his blouse was very tight, his buttons could pop off at any moment. You looked in all directions, your girlfriend looked at you strangely, as if you were a mad dog. You dragged her with you to the girls' toilets.

Seungmin tried to speak to you but it was already too late. Of course he wasn't allowed in the girls' toilets.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Lately you started to distance yourself from him. He didn't understand why. He tried to have a conversation with you outside of school, but you avoided him every time. The tutoring sessions were also filled with a kind of tension and not good tension. Sometimes he tried to sit close to you, just to give you some comfort.

He wanted to ask you about it, but he didn't want to bother you with all those questions. At some point he had enough, because he cared about you a lot. He wanted to love you and he would do anything to fix it.

Tutoring was over, and you started packing your things. You wanted to go to the door, but suddenly he blocked you.

“I can't take it anymore Y/N. What did I do wrong? Did I hurt your feelings? Did I accidentally hurt you?'

'What are you talking about?'

"Lately I feel like you're trying to avoid me, have I done something?"

You were quiet. You looked at the ground.

'No nothing.'

He lifted your chin with his index finger.

'Do not lie to me. You can tell me.' '

No, I can't do that.'

'Why not?'

“It's not your fault, it's just…”

you took a deep breath

“all the girls are hanging around you. Flirting with you and for some strange reason it makes me jealous and an-'

he interrupted you by kissing you on the lips. His tongue slid through your mouth. He placed his hand on the back of your head. You opened your mouth wide, giving him all the access. He slid his tongue out of your mouth.

"Does that answer?"

'Don't know.' you teased.

"Maybe you should be a little more clear?"

"Of course princess."

He brought you in for another kiss. This time he held your cheeks with both hands. He stroked it with his thumbs. He made you step back until you bumped into his desk. He opened your legs with his knee. From your mouth his tongue went to your neck. He started licking it like a puppy. You whined softly. You heard him laugh against your neck. His fingers slid into your underwear. He slid between your folds, which were very wet. 'Wet for me? I love that.' He began to gently caress your clit while still sucking on your neck.

You started to position yourself on his desk. He pulled your panties down so he could get a good view. You could see through his pants that he was already hard. You took off his belt and pulled his pants down enough so you could take out his member. He groaned when you started to gently pump his dick. Just to make sure it was hard enough. He positioned himself at your entrance, he began to quietly nestle himself into you.

He held you tight as he slowly started pumping into you. You felt safe with him, his warmth. You heard his heart beat faster. He whispered soft words into your ears, which actually made you more excited. The fact that he was only your tutor two months ago.

His rhythm quickened, so did his breath, his hands felt every part of your body, his hair got wet, his body sweaty, and this all happened in a boring classroom. Your legs were shaking with excitement. Your arms clung to his neck. Everything was perfect, even if you did it on his desk.

"I *kiss* love you so *kiss much, baby."

You brought your two heads closer together.

'You are my soulmate. You are my soul, ohh *kiss* Seungmin, *kiss* what would I do without *kiss* you?'

He kissed you with passion, he kissed you like it was the end, he made sure you knew how much he loved you.

When you both came, he still held you tightly. He looked at you and caressed your cheek.

'That I could love you, as I did just now, is what you call happiness.' 'I feel happy with you.'

Your lips met again, and you devoured each other. You couldn't keep your hands off each other. Everything was perfect at this moment, the atmosphere, the sounds and the one person who could make it all happen: Seungmin.

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

Of doodles and hearts.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N: This little thing came from this prompt: “Wanda writing your name with hearts in her notebook with her own name.” I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! :)

Word count: 1,442.

Masterlist.

Wanda had just finished her last class of the day and she was beyond elated that the weekend was upon her with how stressful the week had been with all the exams coming up.

Making her way through the halls a voice suddenly greets her when she makes it to her locker to put some of her belongings away.

"Hey Max."

Wanda hears and she turns to see her best friend Y/N Y/L/N standing beside her, a sweet smile on your face.

"Hi Y/N," Wanda greets shyly, your smile making butterflies erupt in her stomach.

"Any plans this weekend?" You ask and Wanda shakes her head softly, "so do you and Pietro maybe want to hang out? I was thinking we could get some food, watch a movie, and just chill at my place or yours," you smile with a shrug.

"Yeah, that sounds great Y/N/N. I don't know if Pietro has any plans yet, but I'm up for it regardless and we can do it at my house," Wanda beams, the prospect of spending more time with you making her happy.

"Awesome, your place it is then, I'll be there with pizza at 8, I'm excited to hang out," you grin. "Also, I wish I could stay with you longer to talk but I gotta get running, I still have a few others things to do here at school before I go, so I'll see you tomorrow, okay," you say and Wanda nods with a smile before you pull her into a hug, the girl relishing being in your arms more than she'd ever admit.

When you pull away and walk out of sight, Wanda squeals lightly hugging her notebooks to her chest in giddiness as she makes her way out of the school and to the parking lot, a smile present on her face as she walks to her car.

Once she's at her car the brunette girl throws her belongings into her backseat without a care in the world, full of excitement at the thought of spending some of her time with you tomorrow night, failing to realize that one of her notebooks did not make it into her car.

When Wanda makes it home from school the first thing she does is she gets herself a light snack then makes her way up the stairs and into her room.

Setting her belongings down onto her desk she begins pulling out the necessary materials to start her homework when she realizes something completely dreadful.

Her red notebook was missing.

Certainly to anyone else that wouldn't seem like such a big deal. She could just buy a new one, fill out all the missing information she needed with the help of her friends and move on.

Again, no big deal right?

Wrong.

No, the reason Wanda was panicking was because that notebook, that one specific red notebook happened to be the one that had your name written on it in several pages.

But that wasn't even the entire problem you see, Wanda would’ve been completely fine if only your name was on those pages but no, much to her luck that notebook also happened to hold Wanda's name in it besides yours with hearts and doodles around it.

It was safe to say she was losing her mind.

Rummaging through all her belongings Wanda is unsuccessful in finding the item so she quickly walks out of her room and to her brother's.

"Piet, have you seen my red notebook?" Wanda asks slamming her twin's door open, slightly breathless and pale.

"Jeez Wanda, can't you knock?" Pietro says, clutching a shirt to his chest as he was in the process of changing, "you're lucky I wasn't naked, you know!" The silver haired boy exclaims, "and no, I haven't," her twin sighs attempting to calm his heart rate, "Also why the hell does it look like you’ve just seen a ghost because of a notebook?"

Ignoring her brother's statement the brunette makes her way to the kitchen, the last spot she was at before going to her room, looking around her dining table, the cabinets and the countertops as if the notebook could've just gotten up and walked away.

"Where could it be?" She mutters frustrated, hand in her hair as frantic green eyes glance around the kitchen once again. "Maybe I left it in my locker," she says to herself, grabbing her car keys and making her way over to the door.

From the foyer, Wanda shouts up to her brother, "Piet, I'll be right back, I'm going to check at sch-" she begins, but as she pulls her front door open, her words die in her throat when she sees you standing there, hand in mid air ready to knock, "Y/N," she says surprised, "what are you doing here? I thought the plans we made were for tomorrow?" Wanda asks confused.

"Uh, yeah, they were- I mean, they are for tomorrow," you stutter, "it's just, I thought you might want this," Y/N says, hand slowly coming up to reveal the object Wanda has been searching for, "you must've dropped it on your way out, I found it on the ground by the parking space where you left your car."

Wanda gasps, cheeks flushing red as her eyes shut, "please Y/N, please tell me you didn't open it," the girl whispers embarrassed and at the lack of your response Wanda opens her eyes reluctantly.

"Look Max, I promise I didn't do it on purpose," you say hands up in surrender, "but when I found it it was already open face up and I- well I saw something that made me curious," you begin and Wanda winces, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole, "Wanda, I saw our names and doodles of what seemed to be us together, with a bunch of little hearts around them. Is there a reason for that?" You ask softly, not a trace of judgement in your eyes.

Wanda blushes even harder at the fact that you have discovered the secret little doodles she drew of you and releases a nervous breath of air, "Y/N/N, l- wow this is embarrassing," she begins, cutting herself short as she can't seem to find the words. "Okay, well here goes," Wanda says, steeling herself as she gets ready to confess her feelings, "Y/N, I like you." She begins.

"I've liked you for some time now and I know I haven't explicitly said that I'm gay or whatever. I mean, truthfully I still don't know what I am," Wanda whispers scared, "but what I do know is that I'm attracted to you," she begins again full of resolve, "I feel so comfortable around you, no one makes me laugh harder than you do and I guess falling for you was inevitable. Also, I know you're my best friend, so it's okay if you don't feel the same way, I completely understand. I just really hope this doesn't ruin things between us and if you don't want to see me anymore, I get it-" Wanda rambles breathlessly, her words cut off as you cradle her face and pull her into a searing kiss.

"Hey Max, breathe," you say softly as you pull away all too soon for Wanda's liking. "I like you too," you beam, "I just never said anything, because like you said, you never explicitly implied you were into girls," you shrug, thumbs rubbing Wanda's face softly, "but now, that it's out in the open, I so do want to continue seeing you. Because now I’m thinking, instead of going through with the movie night I had planned with both you and Pietro tomorrow, I take out you on a first date instead, what do you say?" You ask with a smile, arms going around Wanda's waist.

The girl beams with delight, nodding her head as she moves her arms around your neck, "yes Y/N/N, I'd love that."

"Okay, then its settled, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8, sound good?" You ask softly.

"Sounds perfect," Wanda whispers just as softly, pecking your lips a couple of times.

"Also Miss Maximoff, who knew you were such the artist, your work is on par with that of Picasso’s,” you grin, “the way you managed to capture my essence in those doodles, unmatched! We should have those drawings framed and put in a museum," you tease with a smirk and Wanda smacks your shoulder.

"Ass," she mutters, cheeks red and you let out a laugh before leaning down to press a kiss on her lips.

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Midnight 

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~4.7k

Summary: Wanda has been gone for work and you miss her

A/N: Hurt/comfort and fluffy fic because I can’t help myselff. 

Warnings: Hurt, comfort, some angst

You’d abandoned the popcorn in front of you long ago as you try to pay attention to the movie playing on the television. It’s Saturday night and you’re in your apartment trying to get out of a funk you’ve been in for a while with a horror movie marathon. It’s not working too well because you’re only on the second movie and your mind has already started to wander. Despite how much junk food you’ve eaten tonight and how excited you were to try and wind down after finals week, this night is a little bit of a letdown.

You only have one semester until you graduate and you can move on to vet school. You wanted to celebrate being finished with finals and finally being able to relax for a while. You did well on them and you should be relieved to be finished, and you are, but you’re also lonely. You’d been lonely these past two weeks, but you’d been able to distract yourself studying for the seven exams you’d had to take. Now that you were done, you had time to think about your girlfriend that you hadn’t seen in far too long.

You had been dating Wanda for a few months now, and to say that they were what you expected would be a complete lie. You had learned during the time you spent together that she was smart, thoughtful, and hardworking. You’d also learned fairly quickly that when she’d said that her schedule was unpredictable, she wasn’t kidding.

Sometimes you’d see her every day a week and you’d spend the night catching up and cooking dinner for each other. Other weeks you saw her twice, and sometimes you went days without seeing her, let alone hearing from her.

After Wanda had admitted that she wasn’t a student, she’d only told you the bare minimum about her job. She said she worked with her brother and they owned the family business that they’d inherited from their parents. When asked what the business entailed, she’d told you ‘a lot of things’ or ‘just boring shipping and manufacturing stuff’ and you got the hint that she didn’t want to tell you.

It wasn’t until more recently, right before her most recent disappearance, that Wanda told you that she wasn’t on the right side of the law. You’d suspected this, but having her tell you that it might be a while before you saw her again made it clearer.

You hated when Wanda went dark on you. When she didn’t text for days, it made the insecurities that you could push away when Wanda was with you come back with a vengeance. You’d question whether or not she actually liked you, and if she was just using work as an excuse to be away from you. Maybe she was seeing someone else who was far better than you were, and this thought put you into a slump similar to what you’re in now.

So yeah, you enjoy spending time with Wanda, but when she’s gone for extended periods of time, you’re at your most miserable. You sigh as you continue to pick at the popcorn in front of you as you consider what Wanda could be doing right now. You hope that work is going well, and that she comes back soon because you could really use a pick me up.

You fall asleep on the couch a little while later so you don’t hear your phone go off. It’s not until you wake up and decide to go to bed that you realize you have a few notifications. You ignore them because you’re too tired and you brush your teeth half-heartedly before crawling into bed. It’s almost midnight and you figure you’ll sleep in tomorrow. That’s the least you deserve from finishing all of your finals.

Wanda frowns as she reaches your voicemail again. She knows it’s late, but she really had wanted to see you today. You’d had your last final today and she hates that she missed the entire two weeks that you’d been so busy. She’d wanted to be here, but work called her away yet again and for far longer than she expected. She sighs as she gives up calling and decides to just check on you herself.

She’d driven over before she’d even gone home, so she’d been sitting for a while. She wanted to lie down, but she also wanted to check on you first to make sure you’re okay. Despite the late hour, Wanda can’t help but worry about you not answering the phone. She climbs the stairs to your apartment and takes note of how quiet it is. She tries to be mindful of this as she knocks on your door and waits to see if you’ll answer.

She checks her phone again before knocking one more time slightly louder. She waits for almost two minutes before she tries the door just to make sure. She’s alarmed when she realizes it’s not locked, and she’s quick to investigate. She opens the door and locks it quietly behind her as she pulls her gun and looks around the dark apartment.

She looks to the kitchen first to see that it’s empty, and the living room is equally so. The night light that you keep in the hall illuminated the area just enough for Wanda to see that your bedroom door was shut. She checks in the bathroom and then the spare bedroom before trying to figure out how to check on you.

She knows that if she surprises you, she might get a fist to the face as well as the neighbors calling the cops. The last time she’d scared you while you were sleeping, you’d screamed so loudly that your neighbor’s dog two floors up started barking.

“Y/n?”

You’re sleeping soundly and don’t hear her as she shuts the door behind her. She sees that nothing’s amiss and figures that you must have just fallen asleep and forgotten to lock the door. She plans on chastising you for this later, but for now she’s mostly just glad to see you again after so long. She sighs and puts her gun away before she reaches out for you carefully.

“Y/n, wake up. It’s Wanda.”

You think you’re still dreaming when you hear her voice and you shift so your face is under the covers. You want to stay sleeping so you can keep hearing Wanda’s voice, but something is trying to pull you from unconsciousness. You grumble under your breath as the covers are pulled away from your face and you roll away in annoyance. It takes you a good three seconds before you realize that someone’s in your room with you. You only keep yourself from freaking out by opening your eyes and turning back around to confirm your suspicion.

“Wanda?”

It’s dark, but you see her standing by your bed with a small smile. She’s dressed for work and looks tired, but she doesn’t hesitate to reach out for you.

“Hey, detka. Good to see you.”

You briefly wonder how she’d gotten into your apartment, but figuring this out quickly becomes unimportant when you realize that Wanda’s here. You haven’t seen her in too long and the excitement is enough to wake you up from your deep sleep and you sit up quickly. You smile widely as you reach out for her offered hand to pull her closer. It’s a little bit of an awkward hug given that she’s still standing, but neither of you mind as you hide your face in her stomach with a happy hum.

“Wanda, you’re here! I’m so happy to see you, but how did you...?”

You trail off as you release the redhead for two reasons. You notice as you hug her that she stiffens, and not in the way you expect. You want to ask about this, but first you would like to know if your girlfriend broke into your apartment. She seems to know what you’re asking and she shoots you a look that makes you wonder what you did wrong.

“The door was unlocked, Y/n. You should be more careful.”

You cringe slightly at the reminder that you’d completely forgotten to lock the door tonight. You had been wallowing in your self-pity and gorging on junk food, so you’d forgotten basic security. Luckily it was just Wanda who had come knocking, but you know that she’s right. You need to be more careful. You nod in agreement before you scoot over a little so Wanda can at least sit down.

 “Sorry, I fell asleep. Here sit.”

You smile as Wanda sits down beside you, but you’re quickly reminded of your second question when you notice that the redhead is still stiff. You frown as you reach out for her again and she realizes she’s caught as soon as you open your mouth.

“Are you okay? You seem tense.”

You know this could be a loaded question given that Wanda is coming off of what was undoubtedly a stressful two-week work stint. She just nods before she takes off her jacket and sets it aside with a sigh. You wait until she stands up again to take off her shoes, and gun before setting them aside. You think you almost have where she’s injured only seconds before she tells you what happened. You’ve always worried about her when she disappears for a while. You know that if she’s working there’s always the risk of her being in dangerous situations. So far, you’d both been really lucky and she hasn’t gotten too injured, and you just hope that tonight you’ll continue to be.

“It’s nothing serious, detka. I’m just a little sore.”

You don’t have time to ask or even let your mind run wild before Wanda’s unbuttoning her shirt. You wait with increasing anxiety as she finally reveals the angry, dark bruise that runs along her ribs on her left side down to her abdomen. You can’t stop the horrified gasp that leaves you when you see it, and you’re already moving to get out of bed.

“Shit, Wands. That looks awful. What can I do?”

You don’t even wait to hear her answer before you’re on your feet and heading to the bathroom. You have some pain meds from when you’d gotten your wisdom teeth removed that you never used. You’d never gotten around to throwing them out, and once you started dating Wanda, you figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea to hang onto them. You didn’t want to use them, but as you return to your room to find her wincing slightly, you’re glad that you have them for her.

“Here, let me go grab you some water. Then I’ll get you a change of clothes.”

“Y/n, it’s okay. You don’t have--.”

Wanda trails off as you shake your head and disappear through the door despite her protests. She just sighs in defeat as she takes off her uncomfortable shirt with a grimace. Despite this injury being a couple of days old, it still hurts like a bitch. She should have stopped by the compound before coming here, but she was exhausted and just wanted to see you as soon as possible. She hadn’t meant to wake you up and make you fuss over her.

“Here, this should help.”

Wanda thanks you before taking the offered medication with a smile. She doesn’t even bother asking what it is, but she hopes it’s something strong enough to put her to sleep for a while. She sets the glass down on the bedside table next to her gun as you bring her a change of clothes. You help her put the t-shirt on before helping her stand to finish getting changed. You wait until she’s under the covers before speaking up, and it’s not until she shakes her head that you go to lie down next to her.

“Is there anything else I can do?”

Wanda reaches out for you and you hurry to her side as she smiles at you gratefully.

“No, thank you. I feel better already.”

You roll your eyes at this as you get settled in bed with a sigh. You are too worried to simply go to sleep, and you can’t help but want to know what happened during Wanda’s absence. She turns to face you and isn’t surprised to see you shooting her a concerned look. She knows she needs to address it, and she will, but first she wants you closer.

“Come here, detka.”

You don’t resist the urge to cuddle close to your girlfriend, but you make sure not to hold her too tightly against you. You let her pull you close and you sigh tiredly before daring to ask.

“What happened, Wands?”

You lie in silence for a bit as Wanda recalls what had happened a few days ago. She’d been working on dealing with a new competitor that was trying to steal her business. They were unorganized and reckless, and confronting them had been as chaotic as expected. Wanda had killed more people in the past two weeks than she had in a long time. She’d been pressured into confronting them before she was ready because she had to stop an attempt at sabotage, and as a result there’d been a blood bath.

Bucky had been shot in the arm, but mostly everyone made it out with just some cuts and bruises. She’d only been injured because she’d gone off on her own to chase the self-proclaimed mobster. If getting hit with a bat wasn’t painful enough, her brother berating her for being reckless definitely made her regret her actions. Whenever he gets on her about something, she knows she’s really screwed up.

She conveniently leaves this part out because she knows you’ll probably get upset at her too. She doesn’t want to fight. She’s just glad that she’s here with you and that she didn’t get too hurt in the process of eliminating an annoying threat.

“Someone snuck up on me, but we took care of them.”

You don’t have to ask what this means, and you frown at the idea of someone hurting the woman next to you. You know that she deals with criminals, professional or otherwise, and they’d likely just shoot you before you could even touch them, but you still fantasize about punching them in the face. You know it’s a little more complicated than you’re imagining, but you try not to worry too much about what Wanda gets up to. You look up to see she’s watching you carefully for your reaction and you just sigh before shooting her a suspicious look.

“Did you see a doctor for this?”

Wanda is at least grateful that she can confirm that she did this. She’d honestly thought that she’d broken a couple of ribs, but luckily they were only severely bruised. She says this and claims that she got scanned and only left with pain meds and orders to rest. You nod at this and smile slightly as you dare to hope that she can stick around for a while. You’d never want her to be hurt, but you won’t complain about getting to have her around for a while as she recovers.

“How long are you around for? I’d hope you’re taking some time to get better.”

Wanda had thought about this for a while before coming to see you. She was told that she should take a couple of weeks, but she knew that this wasn’t going to happen. She was still busy and had some things she needed to do as soon as tomorrow. That said, when she’d left her brother earlier, she’d promised to remain scarce for at least tomorrow. Now that she’s told you what happened, she’d be surprised if you didn’t demand she sit out for longer.

“I’m supposed to take it easy for the week, but I still have work to do.”

You frown at this predictable answer and you’re already trying to figure out how you’ll convince Wanda to hang out for a couple of days. You’d already given her some oxy, so hopefully she’ll at least sleep through the morning, but you didn’t want to keep drugging her to keep her here. You’d prefer if she wanted to hang around opposed to being forced to do so.

“Well work can wait for at least a day. You’ll hang out here tomorrow.”

Wanda just smiles at you before she kisses the top of your head with a nod. She’ll take at least the day to relax with you and recover. Hopefully you didn’t have any plans that she was interrupting. She can already feel herself getting sleepy. She might end up sleeping through most of tomorrow.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You roll your eyes but say nothing as you lie down beside Wanda with a yawn. You are getting sleepy again, and now that Wanda’s taken care of you are able to relax. You close your eyes and breathe in deeply before turning your face into Wanda’s neck with a smile. You’re about to fall asleep to the soothing smell of her shampoo when she speaks up again. You open your eyes in confusion until her words register and you laugh quietly.

“How did your finals go?”

You hum in contemplation before kissing Wanda’s cheek with a smile.

“They were fine, babe. Go to sleep. We can talk tomorrow.”

Tomorrow comes sooner than either of you are ready for it. Wanda is still asleep at 10, but you need to get out of bed and make some breakfast. You’re careful not to wake her up as you sneak out of bed and retreat to the kitchen. You make sure that the front door is locked, even though you’re sure Wanda locked it, before you start on breakfast. You clean up a little from last night as your food is cooking, and once it’s done you set a plate aside for Wanda for whenever she wakes up.

You eat on your couch as you consider what you’re going to do today. Originally, you’d planned on going grocery shopping before relaxing for most of the day. Now that Wanda was here, you didn’t really want to leave, so you decided to just skip the store and go straight to relaxing.

A little later you’re in bed with your computer on your lap and your headphones in watching a movie. Wanda’s still asleep beside you, and you try not to disturb her as you watch your second favorite horror movie. You don’t notice her stir immediately because the best part of the movie has started, but once she groans and rolls onto her back, you pause it and take out your headphones.

“Hey there, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?”

Wanda doesn’t answer immediately as she blinks the sleep out of her eyes. She’s exhausted and she feels a little drunk from her extended sleep. She feels the familiar ache in her side and she sighs heavily before scooting toward you with a yawn.

“Tired. What time is it?”

When you tell her it’s nearly 1, her eyes fly open and you think she’d going to jump out of bed. You reach out to stop her as you try to reassure her that she hasn’t missed anything important. You run your hand through her hair as you list off what you’d already checked on.

“It’s okay, Wands. No one’s called you, or me, or shown up demanding your presence. Today’s about relaxing, okay? For both of us.”

You smile as Wanda frowns slightly as she thinks about this. She’s still tired, and she’s sure you’re tired from all of your finals, and given that it’s Sunday she really doesn’t have anything pressing to do. As realization sets in, Wanda lies back down and sighs in defeat before she shoots your computer a curious look. She nearly rolls her eyes when she sees what movie you’re watching. Again.

“I will need to get out of bed for food at some point.”

Wanda watches as you close your computer quickly before tossing it aside with a smile. You shake your head as you move to get out of bed, but you don’t quite make it before Wanda grabs your arm to keep you from leaving.

“I made you some breakfast, but I can also make lunch instead if you’d rather have that.”

Wanda shakes her head before tugging on you lightly with a pout that makes you cave far too easily. You fall back into bed and Wanda moves closer to you with a smile.

“Thank you, but later. I want to cuddle now.”

You can’t help but laugh at this, but you don’t refuse as you get back under the covers and pull Wanda closer. You wonder if the people in Wanda’s life knew how snuggly she was. You decide not to bring it up as you lie down with a groan. You could honestly spend all day in bed. Your brain was mush and your body ached, and you finally had Wanda back. You couldn’t think of anywhere else that you’d rather be.

You don’t realize that you both fell asleep until you are woken up by the sound of knocking reverberating through the room. You groan in annoyance before you realize that Wanda is still asleep. You mutter a curse under your breath as you get out of bed and go to investigate. You close the door behind you before heading toward the sound of increasingly loud knocking. You glance at the clock in the kitchen and realize it’s almost 6. Time for dinner.

“Hi, can I help you?”

You’re unprepared for the person on the other side of the door when you open it. He’s tall, blonde and built like a solider, and you have no idea who he is. If he wasn’t smiling at you, you’d be thoroughly freaked out. That said, you’re on your way there when he speaks up.

“Hi, my name’s Steve. I’m looking for Wanda, is she here?”

You have several questions that you’d like answered before you answer his. How did he know that Wanda was here? Who was he? And why the hell hadn’t you grabbed your phone? You frown feigning confusion before you shake your head in response. You’re not sure if Wanda has ever mentioned a Steve, but that doesn’t matter at the moment. You don’t care who he is because unless someone is dying, Wanda isn’t going back to work today.

“Sorry, you’ve got the wrong place, Steve.”

Instead of appearing apologetic or defeated like you were hoping, he just continues to smile as he looks over your shoulder into your apartment. He knows that Wanda’s here. He followed her here to make sure she got here safely, and now there was a problem that Pietro needed help with. He didn’t want to bother Wanda who he figured was sleeping considering she wasn’t nearby, but he did need her. He sighs quietly before opening his mouth to ask again, but you beat him to it.

“Who did you say you were again? Are you a friend?”

He takes a minute to consider how he should answer this. He’s not sure how much Wanda’s told you. He only recently found out about your existence, but the fact that Wanda was here now is very telling. She must trust you, and like you a lot, but still, she’s probably only told you the bare minimum because she’s always been paranoid.

“Yes. We’re friends and we work together. Steve Rogers.”

The last name doesn’t mean much to you, but he holds out his hand to you, a smile still on his face. He seems genuine, but if being with Wanda has taught you anything, it is to be cautious, borderline paranoid really. Still, you don’t think this man means you any harm. Other than trying to take your girlfriend after you just got her back.

“Nice to meet you, Steve. I’m Y/n, but I’m guessing you already knew that?”

You shake his hand, dropping it quickly as he smiles guiltily at your question. You’re not going to think too much about that and you sigh in defeat before trying to figure out your next move.

“I did.”

“Great, well Wanda’s resting, and she’s going to keep resting at least until tomorrow, so…come back then please.”

Steve opens his mouth to argue, but you shut the door in his face. You know you’re being rude, but you’re not letting Steve stress Wanda out after she slept nearly 12 hours. She clearly needed the rest and you don’t want her running off anywhere only to hurt herself more. You head back to your bedroom and are relieved to see that Wanda is still asleep. You sigh before getting back into bed and trying to relax again.

This lasts for 30 seconds before you hear a phone start vibrating. It’s not yours and you look around only to find Wanda’s phone on a chair in the corner with her folded clothes. You grab it and see that it’s Steve and you sigh in defeat. You answer it and can’t help but smile as you walk back out into the living room.

“Hello?”

“I really need to talk to Wanda, Y/n. “

You sigh loudly before you hang up the phone and walk back to your front door. Unsurprisingly, Steve is still standing there with his phone in his hand and a slightly annoyed look. You shoot him one back before you try to strike a deal.

“What’s so important that it can’t wait until tomorrow? Is someone hurt?”

Steve thinks about this for a second before he shakes his head. He’s not going to tell you the details because you won’t understand since he doubts Wanda told you about what happened to her, but he can tell you’re just as stubborn as he feared when you just frown.

“No, no one is hurt. We just need to talk about next steps.”

“You mean after she killed a bunch of people?”

Steve’s not expecting you to say this and he hesitates before shaking his head. He realizes he’s lying to you though, but you don’t give him time to take it back. You tilt your head slightly before asking the last question you plan to. Unless the answer is yes, you’re not letting Steve leave here with Wanda.

“Is Wanda in danger?”

Steve considers lying, but he’s really no good at it and he can tell you’re probably too smart to fall for it. So he just sighs before shrugging slightly and telling the truth that does nothing to convince you.

“Not any more so than usual.”

You smile at this despite hating the truth of the words and you prepare to close the door again.

“Okay, well not to be rude Steve because it’s nice to meet you, but please leave. Wanda will call you tomorrow.”

Steve just sighs in defeat before he decides to call it quits for now. Pietro can figure this out until at least then, and he can tell short of forcing his way in, he’s not going to get to talk to Wanda. He just offers you a wave before leaving.

“Alright fine. Nice to meet you too, kid.”

You frown at the name, but don’t bother arguing as you shut and lock the door behind him. You sigh in relief before you walk back to your bedroom. That was far more stressful than you anticipated it would be, and you felt wiped out. You notice that Wanda’s shifted since you left, but she was still asleep which you were grateful for. You were not looking forward to try and explain what happened just yet. She needs to sleep, and unless something drastic happens and Wanda is truly needed for an emergency, you plan to keep her here with you for at least the rest of the day. You were promised today, and you’d be damned if it was taken from you.

You kiss Wanda’s forehead and smile widely when she grumbles in her sleep.

“Night, Wands.”

Masterlist

[klbwriting]

Our Strange Duet

Chapter 1: Getting Out of Bed

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Sequel to Not Romeo, Not Juliet - Jason Todd is off to Gotham U to make sure he has a life outside of being a vigilante. He wasn't expecting someone from his past to show up, but there she is on the first day and things have changed

Notes: Well, I was going to wait until tomorrow but I can't, I like this too much, I hope you guys enjoy!

Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch

It's the bitch of living, just getting out of bed - Spring Awakening

               “Jason, get up, you have class in half an hour,” Dick called up to the loft as he finished setting out the terrible eggs he made whenever Jason slept late.  He sat up in bed, looking at his phone, sighing as it had no notifications, well it had one text but not from the person he wanted one from.  Sydney wished him a happy first day of classes and he answered before getting dressed.  He skipped the eggs, grabbing an apple and throwing out a quick bye to his brother as he headed down to the garage for his bike. 

               He had finished high school and after a long and drawn argument with Dick about not just living as a vigilante his whole life and maybe having some kind of day job for when his knees finally buckled under the weight of trying to save an entire city.  So here he was driving his bike towards Gotham University, taking all general education courses because he had no idea what he wanted to try and do for a career.  He did know that he was going to be in theater, his director from Bludhaven Prep had written him a great recommendation letter, but only if he continued to act, and honestly, he wanted to act.  It was nice to become someone else, take a break from his brain.  His therapist liked it also, said it helped Jason get out of his head.  What he didn’t expect was walking into his first class, Modern Literature 101 and sitting by the window in the front corner, was YN. 

               She wasn’t looking at him, reading one of the books for the class, doing notations.  After a second Jason realized he was blocking the door so he slid around to the back corner of the class, sitting before she could look up.  He watched her, concentrating on her book and every single emotion he felt last year came flooding back.  She had left, they kept in touch until around May and then she had vanished.  He didn’t know why but he had a bad feeling about it.  He wouldn’t confront her now, but he hoped he could snag her after class, speak with her, just see how she was.  He stared at her until he heard his name, looking up to the professor.

               “Mr. Todd?” she repeated.  He smiled awkwardly, clearly having missed the first time she said his name.

               “Ya that’s me,” he said.  He looked down and then looked at YN who was staring back at him, eyes wide.  He waved a little and she turned, facing forward again, leg starting to bounce like it did when she was anxious.  The syllabus was handed out and he proceeded to ignore his teacher, instead categorizing how YN had changed in the last eight months.  Hair was longer, she leaned on her hand, eyes looking tired, she had car keys sitting on her desk, so she drove now.  She glanced back at him, and he tore his eyes away from her, trying to focus on class.  As soon as they were dismissed he tried to bounce up and catch her but two people in front of him started talking and he couldn’t get around them fast enough.  By the time he got into the hallways she was gone. 

               He had two other classes that day, but YN wasn’t in either of them.  The only hope he had was the theater meeting that night for the Gotham U Players.  They were doing a sign up and talking about their productions that year, so Jason got there early, signed up quickly and then looked around the room.  He was first beside the upper classmen advisors, so he took a seat near the door.  She would be here, and she wasn’t going to sneak by him again.  He waited, the place filling up with other university students.  They started and about three minutes into the meeting YN came in, signing up quick and sitting down two rows in front of Jason, once again preventing him from talking to her. 

               This was pathetic, was he going to just chase her around all year until she talked to him?  He wasn’t a stalker, but he was considering seeing if Dick could get her address before he got home so that he could go knock on her door.  But that would be bad.  He shook himself, coming back to the meeting where they announced that the first production this year was going to be a musical.  Jason’s eyebrows rose so high they probably disappeared into his hair.  He had not considered a musical, ever.  He looked down at YN, catching her turning to look back at him, whipping her head forward when she saw him watching.

               “Auditions for Phantom of the Opera are next week, come with a song prepared and remember, if you are not cast you are part of the stage crew and we will be having you learn to be directors, sound techs, light techs, and set design so don’t be discouraged.  And in the spring we will do a play so those who can’t sing will still get time on stage,” the club president announced before dismissing them.  Jason once again jumped up, ready to grab her but this time she swerved him by taking a side door.  He jumped a couple rows, racing out the door after her, probably looking insane, but he didn’t care.

               “YN!” he called, chasing after her as she walked towards the parking lot.  She took a couple steps before stopping.  He ran around in front of her, panting a little from running to catch her.  Why did cardio only work when he was chasing criminals?

               “Hi Jason,” she said, and he could have sworn he heard angels singing in her voice.  He missed it so much.  “Didn’t know you were coming here.”

               “Ya, well, here I am, why you trying to get away from me?” he asked.  She chuckled a little, always right to the point, no small talk for him.

               “I wasn’t trying to get away from you, I was surprised and was trying to figure out if you hated me.  The way you were staring in class I was freaked out, you used to give that look to Chelsea and them when they annoyed you, its so intense,” she said.  Jason blushed some, shrugging.

               “I didn’t mean to look like that, I just…well you did kind of ghost me and it is a bit annoying,” he said.  She looked down and he could have kicked himself.  “But I mean, I know you probably had a reason…”

               “My mom died,” she said.  He froze.  “The treatment in Singapore, it didn’t take.  We stayed there because it would have been too destabilizing for her to travel home so the donor made sure she was comfortable there until the end and then I came back in May.”

               “Why didn’t you call me?” he asked.  She bit her lip, wiping her eyes quick.

               “I wasn’t in a good headspace at the time.  I came back and I thought about calling you, but then I found Sydney’s social media and saw you guys together and figured you didn’t need me coming in and ruining that with my grief.  I figured you had moved on I should too,” she explained.  O no.  He hung his head a little.

               “I was never dating Sydney,” he said.  “She um, is not exactly into guys.”  Her eyes looked up at him.  “She mostly posted pictures with me to make Jackson leave her alone until graduation.”  YN blushed.

               “Well don’t I feel petty, jealous, and stupid,” she said.  Jason laughed.  “Well, either way I still wasn’t in a good headspace, I needed counseling and to figure myself out before school started.  I promised my mom I would go to school no matter what, so here I am.”

               “Where are you staying?” he asked. 

               “I have an apartment off campus in Old Gotham, the grant money from the Leading Lady award should pay for it and my school for a year and then I’ll figure something else out,” she explained.  “What about you?  Still living with Dick?”

               “Ya, still living with Dick,” he said.  “Um, would you maybe want to hang out sometime?”  She looked worried, biting her lip.  He was tempted to kiss her but had to pull himself back.  She was different now, he was different now, who knows how much that changed how they felt about each other. 

               “Sure, I’m free this weekend, still trying to get a new job since the pool I worked at in the summer is closed now,” she said.  He nodded.  “Let me give you my new number, I had to change it because Maroni kept calling.”

               “So, you’re not next in line in the family yet?” he asked as she put her number into his phone.

               “God no, he contacted me, tried to convince me to join him but had no leverage since my mom was being taken care of,” she said.  Jason motioned for her to walk to the lot, walking with her to her car.  It looked a bit like a death trap.  “Its not much but it runs.  You still on the bikes?”  He pointed to his bike a few spaces down.  “Thought that was yours when I got here.  Do you still do the other stuff you did?”  She tapped her head and he assumed she meant being Red Hood.

               “Ya, nightly,” he answered.  She smirked a little.  “But now I have to have Dick stitch me up, so much less cool scars.” 

               “You needed someone better than me for that,” she said.  He shrugged.  “Well, I guess I’ll see you around.  Text me, ok?” He nodded and watched her drive away.  His heart sped up a little when he thought about the fact that he was going to be able to see her at least a few times a week, maybe every day.  He hadn’t thought college would be that exciting, but things were about to change, he could feel it. 

[shion-yu]

Day 2: Overindulgence

Day 1 was a serious start, so let’s go a bit lighter for @sicktember day 2. Ft. 16-year-old Ryo and Alex. 828 words, no TW/CWs.

“I think I’m having a heart attack.”

This statement, entirely unprompted from Ryo, received an automatic answer from Alex: “You’re not having a heart attack.” Alex looked up from where he was doing his homework on his laptop after this rebuttal and loosely examined his best friend… boyfriend… whatever they were. Ryo was sat on Alex’s bed, languishing dramatically but did look flushed. Alex humored him and asked, “Why’d you even say that?”

“Coz I’m about to die,” Ryo answered seriously. He had one hand on his chest. Alex realized it was trembling. “I’m nauseous and my chest hurts. Google said that means I’m having a heart attack.”

Alex rolled his eyes and looked back down at his laptop with the realization that this was not a truly serious matter. “You can’t Google stuff like that. It’ll just tell you you have cancer and you’re gonna die.”

“It didn’t say that,” Ryo pouted. “It said I’m going to have a heart attack and die.”

“You were a good friend,” Alex said bluntly.

Ryo whined in response at being dismissed, flopping onto Alex’s pillow. “You suck. You’re not even going to do CPR on me?”

“I’ll know I have to do CPR on you the day you actually shut up for more than ten minutes,” Alex said, typing away. They had an essay on the Gilded Age that was due tomorrow; Alex wondered if Ryo had even started it. This was doubtful. “You probably just have heartburn. Go take some Tums.”

“You’re not even going to get them for me?” Ryo asked woefully.

“You have legs,” Alex responded. Ryo sighed in dejection but did in fact go to the bathroom and come back crunching some Tums. Then he lay back down on Alex’s bed and Alex didn’t look up again until he finished the essay he was working on. He saved it and emailed it to himself to print at school, then finally realized that Ryo had stopped complaining. Was he asleep? Alex glanced over and instead saw Ryo curled into a ball on his side, eyes closed but clearly awake and clutching his chest in pain.

Confused, Alex shut his laptop and said, “Ry? I’m done. What’s wrong?”

It took a second for Ryo to answer, and when he did he didn’t move. “My heart is going like a million miles an hour,” he groaned. “It hurts. I might actually be having a heart attack.” 

“You’re not,” Alex said again, but he seemed less sure this time. Ryo’s whole body was sweaty and tense. He definitely wasn’t faking the discomfort. “The Tums didn’t help?”

“No,” Ryo said. “But I think I know what it is.”

Alex was starting to grow nervous. He didn’t like seeing Ryo actually in pain. “What?” He asked. 

“I had like six cups of coffee in Spanish class today.” 

“What?! Are you stupid?” Alex was pretty sure six cups of coffee very well could give someone a heart attack - especially Ryo, who tended not to drink coffee because he was hyper enough as it was.

Ryo groaned. “It was Cuban coffee. They showed us how to make it but most people didn’t like theirs so I drank theirs too. It was like… a shot of espresso mixed with a crap ton of sugar.”

Alex wanted to shake Ryo, sometimes. “You’re insane,” he said in disbelief.

“Google said drink water,” Ryo muttered.

Alex frowned. He hadn’t seen Ryo drink any water since they’d gotten home from school at least two hours ago. “And you’re not, because…?”

“I didn’t want to move,” Ryo said. At least he had the decency to sound embarrassed about it. 

“Oh my god, why are you so - hang on,” Alex said in frustration. He went to the kitchen and filled a big glass of water for Ryo, slapped the plastic crazy straw in it that had been reserved for sick days when he was younger, and stomped back in the bedroom to shove it under Ryo’s nose. “Drink,” he said.

Ryo opened his eyes, staring in surprise at the straw. “I even get this? Do you think I’m actually dying?” 

“No, I think you’re actually an idiot and I thought you might want to drink lying down,” Alex snapped, embarrassed. “Fine, no crazy straw.”

“Yes, yes crazy straw,” Ryo said quickly, pushing himself into a sitting position with a pathetic groan. He took the glass and began drinking immediately. “Thank you Alex. Please don’t tell my mom.”

Alex knew if Ryo’s mom knew he’d drank six shots of Cuban coffee, she wouldn’t be happy. Alex wasn’t happy with him, either, but he didn’t have the ability to ground Ryo. “I won’t,” Alex sighed. “But no more coffee.”

“I never want coffee again,” Ryo said sadly. Alex knew Ryo would be going back on this statement as soon as he had the opportunity to get another iced caramel latte, Ryo’s favorite. But maybe he would think twice before having six of them.

[somelazyassartist]

I am having a very strange relationship with mental health currently and I need to talk about it or I feel like I'll explode!!! This is not all actually bad it's just like what is happening!!!!! Under cut bc I am just kinda rambling and don't know what I'm saying really and I'll probably delete this bc I will probably feel extremely weird about talking about it by the time I wake up tomorrow but!! Like j said I just feel like if I don't say anything I'm gonna explode!!!!!!

Like bad stuff out of the way first I guess there's like. Really traumatic realization about My ex-relationship where it's like. OH I was a literal child so I had no idea that was abusive but that was Really Fucking Abusive and I don't know how to deal with that?? I haven't even talked to that person in years and I'm in a much healthier and happier relationship now but like it is kinda fucking me up simply because I have no idea how I'm supposed to handle trauma that I didn't even know was trauma until after I'm far out of that situation. Also been having WAY more paranoia and weirdly vivid nightmares lately but I honestly have zero idea if those are related or not.

HOWEVER like literally don't worry about that at all ever BECAUSE despite those way lower lows than I usually have I have ALSO been having way higher highs in my mental health!!!!! And I don't know why!!!!! I knew moving would help with my depression a lot simply bc I'd be out of my shitty school and shitty cold garage bedroom and away from my shitty stepdad and away from the city (I do not handle loud and crowded and busy environments well) and now I live out in the middle of nowhere where it's quiet and I love it! But like for the last 4 years I've lived here I still felt like my depression had dulled like ALL my care about things down even if the depression itself kinda faded away. Like I got to the point where I wasn't crying myself to sleep every night, but I would read maybe 3 of my already-liked books a year and ignore my entire shelf of unread stuff, I had my favorite wizard outfit I'd wear on special occasions but every other day I'd just wear pajamas or a T-shirt and jeans because I couldn't be assed to do anything more, I'd have entire boxes of half-finished sketches because I would start drawing and lose interest halfway through the sketch, I have bins of art and decorations that I meant to put on my walls years ago and never did. But now!! Just in like the past few weeks specifically!!! I don't know why but I have had so much drive to DO THINGS!!!!! I WANT TO DO THINGS AGAIN!!!!! I've been reading!! Like, actually reading actual novels!!! Like I did when I was little where I was obsessed with making sure every book on my shelf got read at least once!!!!! I've been going through my closet and my accessory bins and makeup and pairing up what looks good!! I've actually been coordinating outfits and trying to make all my clothes have as much personality and fun as my one (1) special wizard outfit I wear!!! I had a bit of extra cash bc of holiday cards and I bought myself some armor despite knowing what it takes to maintain it and keep it nice because I actually have the motivation to upkeep it and find what clothes I have that will look good with a chestplate and pauldrons!!! (It also looks EXACTLY I mean EXACTLY like Laios Dunmeshi's armor so bonus autism win there)!!!!! I dug out my boxes of unfinished art and have been trying to finish old pieces!! I found my old half-filled notebooks and have been filling the blank pages that were leftover!!!!! I've been working on zines, I've been WRITING again (I fucking LOVED writing when I was a kid but grew to hate it eventually), I have multiple rough drafts for graphic novels and animations and in-universe 1st person perspective fantasy research journals!!!! I've been putting up art prints that've sat in boxes for years!!! I've been looking for where a shelf would go nicely to display my trinkets and nick knacks!!! I've been looking into 3D printing lightswitch covers with cool designs and figuring out what to paint on my bookshelves!!!!!!! I'm honestly extremely nervous and scared that this is temporary, and that soon I'm going to fade back into not caring about these things, and that if it goes away again it won't come back like what's happening now - but I am trying my best to keep caring and keep Loving life the way I haven't in years!!! And that is all anybody can do I think!!!!!!!

[needsmoresleepwrites]

Gift for adorations: "Kei goes to Tadashi’s house almost every day and almost every day he falls asleep on his bed." (Dec'23 GDC)

Kei Dreams

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Kei doesn’t really like the holidays. It’s not because Christmas starts months in advance and every single ad he sees is about buying your loved one that super special and perfect gift and we can make sure it’s perfect if you buy with US. It’s not even because Santa decorated everythings were suddenly shoved in his face. Although, he admits he once asked Santa to get him a Santa-themed T-Rex figure but he was 10 so he thinks he gets a pass. He didn’t know better…

(Ok, he’s lying. That is a big part of why he dislikes the holidays, especially Christmas)

“Tsukki,” he feels someone shake him awake, “It’s getting late.”

There’s a warm hand on his cheek and he grumbles something that makes Tadashi laugh. There’s movement around the room and he keeps his eyes closed just a moment longer. When he finally opens his eyes, Tadashi is out of his uniform. He’s grabbing all of his stuff (wallet, game console, notebooks, and pencils) and packing them back in his bag. Kei realizes with a bit of annoyance that he did it again. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep again.”

(He goes to Tadashi’s house almost every day and almost every day he falls asleep on his bed)

Tadashi sets his packed bag down and goes back to Kei’s side. He pats his side and grins, “It’s ok. It was too cold to study anyway, and we did technically finish what we had to at school.”

“Is my brother here?” Kei asks, because even when he tells his mother he can just walk home alone, she always worries and sends Akiteru to pick him up. Tadashi nods and Kei reluctantly gets out of bed. 

He thinks that if Tadashi didn’t sleep in it every night, it would smell more like Kei with how often he wakes up on it. 

Tadashi hugs him with a grin and asks, “Do you want to brush your teeth?”

He holds Tadashi back loosely, his eyes still feeling a bit crusty and he wants to yawn but he’s very conscious of how his breath smells. He nods and Tadashi pecks him on the mouth, “Ok.”

Kei goes into the bathroom, which is right across from Tadashi’s room to finish waking up. When he steps out, he’s glad he can hear the TV and Tadashi’s voice downstairs. He grabs his bag and heads down too.

His brother is there, sitting at the Yamaguchi table with Tadashi and his parents. When he sees Kei he grins, “Ready to go?”

Kei knows he’s pouting when Akiteru laughs. He turns back to Tadashi’s parents and nods, “Thanks for the tea. It’s really delicious.” He flashes a tea box at them, “I’m sure Mom will love them. I’ll wait outside.”

The last bit is for him because (as Akiteru likes to tease), he knows he doesn’t like to be watched when he’s being all ‘cuddly’ with his boyfriend. Don’t worry, it’s not weird, it’s a teenager thing

Yamaguchi’s parents also tease and he feels himself go red, but Tadashi just grabs his hand and tugs him toward the genkan. He bows his head and excuses himself.

Kei is taller than Tadashi, but when he steps down to put on his shoes, Tadashi is the taller of the two. But only just. He knows Tadashi likes it when they stand like this (Kei does too) because he’s able to wrap Kei in his arms from above. Kei doesn’t like to hold Tadashi like that. He likes to hold him around his back and waist. (So he does)

Tadashi kisses his forehead and it would feel suffocating with anyone else but it feels warm with Tadashi. He knows not to hold on too tightly

He whispers into Kei’s ear, “I’m so excited for tomorrow.”

Kei isn’t, “I’m not.” (He is. Just not entirely. He’ll have to share Tadashi and it’ll be busy).

Tadashi just laughs because he knows, “Will we have time for a nap?”

Kei shakes his head, “We’ll be too busy. Mother likes to cook.”

---

They don’t have Christmas off, which means Kei still has to go to school in the morning and sit through boring lectures. Volleyball is canceled today though, which means he’s able to take the train to Tadashi’s school (still in the same town but a few stops from Kei’s). They both get ready at the dorms at his school. There’s no time to sit down and relax because his mother is already sending him messages of things she forgot to buy that he should get on his way home

Tadashi grins, “It’ll be like a little date.”

Kei smiles back and grabs his hand. 

---

Christmas in the Tsukishima household is fairly simple. Most years, his mother just buys most of what they’ll eat but when Kei came home one day and announced (shoes still on, bag still in hand, and a frown on his face), Tadashi will be over for Christmas this year, is that ok? she had been over the moon!

She pulled out old recipe books she only used occasionally, watched cooking videos like she was going to be on some professional cooking show, and asked him repeatedly about Tadashi’s likes and dislikes. 

Is he ok with dairy? What about eggs? Does he like cheese?

He likes rice, right? No wait, maybe he’s more of a bread person.

Do you know what kind of cake he likes best? 

He reminds his mother that Tadashi isn’t some stranger he picked up off the street but his elementary school friend, It’s not his first time coming over

His mother laughs but continues her barrage of questions, But it’s his first time here as your boyfriend. I can’t disappoint!

---

In the end, Kei and Tadashi walk into the Tsukishima household with a bag of yokan sweets and frozen vegetables. Tadashi sniffs the air and nearly drools, “It smells so good!”

He speaks loud enough to be heard in the kitchen and he knows his mother heard when a muffled, “Did you hear that Aki?” carries through the hall. There’s some shuffling and then his mother hurries over. She’s drying her hands on her apron and her smile is wide. Tadashi matches her cheer but Kei just wants the day to be over with

“Welcome, welcome,” she calls and pulls at Kei’s other arm, “Come in you two. Oh, Tadashi! Look at how much you’ve grown!”

She pulls him into a hug and Kei rolls his eyes. He lets go of Tadashi’s hand and goes to the kitchen to drop off the bag he’s carrying. 

When he hears Tadashi say, “Oh! I’d love to help!” he knows they’re doomed. Akiteru gives him a shrug, taste-testing the broth his mother has on low heat. He makes a noise and then hovers a spoon near Kei’s mouth, “It’s so good! Try it!”

Kei just stares and Akiteru does too. It’s been a few years since they’ve talked and figured things out, but sometimes Kei wishes Akiteru still backed down like he used to. Now his stubbornness outlasts Kei’s and he sighs, opening his mouth.

Kei’s eyes go a little wide because it really is good

Before he can say anything, their mother walks into the kitchen, “You two better not be sticking your fingers in there.”

Kei raises his hands and he can see the way Tadashi covers his mouth behind his mother, hiding a laugh. Akiteru, however, doesn’t get off too easily. He’s got the spoon in his hand after all. 

He defends, “I’m only making sure it doesn’t burn, just like you said.”

---

They sit down to watch TV after dinner. Dinner had run a little late because they had to let the food cool down. She looks at Tadashi when she says, “You know how Kei is.” 

Tadashi, who ends up sitting between the couch armrest and Kei nods. They share conspiratorial grins and Kei rolls his eyes, “You can’t taste anything if it’s too hot.”

Which is why he hasn’t touched his tea yet. It sits on the table with steam coming off the top. And it could be Tadashi’s warmth as he sits tight against Kei’s side, or the warmth of the house, which still has the smell of dinner in the air. Or it could be the sound of the TV and his family’s voices, but eventually, he dozes. 

(He dreams of more holidays just like today)

He wakes up a few hours later with his head on Tadashi’s chest and his body askew. He’s somehow maneuvered himself so that he’s half laying across Tadashi, who has also moved to hold him (spoon him, his mind corrects) more comfortably. His mother is sitting on the floor with her legs tucked into the kotatsu at the center of the room, a blanket over her shoulders, and the TV still on (volume lowered). His brother isn’t in the room anymore but he can see another blanket on the other side of the kotatsu so he knows he hasn’t been gone long

The lights from the Christmas tree dance along the walls. 

He looks over to see Tadashi dozing as well. His face is peaceful and Kei watches as different parts of his face light up as the lights change. He must be staring too hard or it might be the movement, but Tadashi’s eyes open slowly. When he realizes Kei is awake, he smiles softly and leans their heads close

“Is it time yet?”

“Dunno,” he mumbles. 

His mother looks back at them and smiles, “We still have about two hours, but if you kids want to open gifts now and get some proper rest, we can do that too.”

“Where’s Akiteru?” Kei asks, sitting up and rubbing some feeling back into his limbs. Tadashi rubs his back too. Kei grabs his cup of tea, which has gone cold. It helps him wake up some more. 

“He’s on the phone, but he should be back soon.”

Soon ends up being fifteen minutes and in that time they’ve cleared the kotatsu and set up the gifts to be unwrapped. 

He panics, “Wait! Isn’t it too soon?”

“We’re opening them early because we’re tired,” Kei tells him. 

Akiteru only grins, “You mean you’re tired.”

“You can open your gifts last .” Akiteru whines, his mother laughs, and Tadashi snickers. As they all sit around the kotatsu, Kei doesn’t miss the little box Akiteru slips into the pile. 

---

His mother sets up her phone to record and Tadashi flashes a peace sign before saying, “Tsukki! Let’s open your gifts first!”

He pushes a box toward him and Kei looks at him with a smirk, “You do realize we’re supposed to guess who these are from, right?”

Tadashi looks at Kei’s mother, “I have no idea who that one is from.”

She smiles, “Oh, I can wager a guess.”

Kei rolls his eyes and opens the gift. When he does, he feels his eyes twitch and he turns to Tadashi, who is smiling innocently. It’s a Christmas sweater with a pixelated T-Rex eating Santa Claus. In a horror-esque font it says SANTA CLAWS and tiny rocks are falling from the top. One of the sleeves is wrapped in Christmas lights and some of them even come off as 3-D puffs. 

“It’s…ugly.” 

“That’s the point!” Tadashi laughs.

Kei’s mother claps, “Oh Kei! You have to wear it now. It’s perfect.”

And Kei is weak to Tadashi and his mother so when they both urge him, he relents. He puts on the sweater over his clothes and frowns when Akiteru takes a picture. 

“Can you send me that picture?”

“Already sent!” Tadashi’s phone buzzes. 

Kei didn’t even realize they knew each other’s numbers. 

They open gifts in that style and when his mother grabs a small box to see who it’s for, Kei says, “That one’s from Akiteru.”

---

Tadashi spends the night and when they’re both in bed (Kei sans the ugly Christmas sweater), Tadashi gives him an extra gift. It’s small and flat and Kei is pretty sure it’s an envelope but less sure about the contents. He frowns, “Why didn’t you put it with the others?”

Tadashi is blushing and Kei likes the way it makes his freckles pop. 

He’s a little quiet when he says, “This one is special. I…I didn’t want your family to see it yet. Open it.”

Kei opens it and feels his eyes widen when he sees what’s inside. It’s a listing for a small apartment and at the top of the paper it says, Do you want to live together? in Tadashi’s messy script

It’s quiet in his room and Tadashi begins to ramble, “We, uh. We haven’t talked about it too much, just vaguely, I know, but I was thinking that starting in the next school year we can do this instead of staying in the dorms. It would be cheaper and we wouldn’t have to-”

“Tadashi,” Kei stops him. Tadashi stops talking and Kei isn’t even sure what he wants to say. His heart is pounding and he’s sure his face is red. 

Instead, Kei takes his hand and squeezes. He nods and Tadashi lights up.

“Really?” he asks, “It’s not too much? I know you like your space and-”

Kei squeezes his hand again, “It’s not too much. I want to.” He gestures at the paper, “We can talk more about it tomorrow.”

---

Kei dreams of days that aren’t completely taken up by his long naps. He dreams of waking up to Tadashi’s smiling face and instead of hearing it’s time, Tadashi asks him, “What should we have for dinner?”

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A/N:

For adorations.

EEEE!! Another gift fic and this one is for the holidays :D i really liked the cute and domestic prompts because that's the kind of HQ i love LOL. Adorations, you mentioned wanting (if possible) some type of chronic rep and idk if this is it but you mentioned fatigue and i suddenly remembered how most of my HS time with my then s/o was spent with me sleeping bc i would always fall asleep at their house xD so tsukki is now sleepy boy. even now i do have a weird sleep schedule sometimes and if i can get away with it, i do everything (yes even washing the dishes) while sitting (hehe) some of the prompts you gave me + established relationship/domestic + canon compliant/college au + meet the family/family dynamics + ugly sweaters

[coles-scythe]

Very very rough WIP of my man 2D for a redraw of a redraw of a screenshot of a virtual live performance. Sharing on here bc I don't want this to get much attention and I wanna gush about him a lil. Old art + screenshot and f/o gushing under the cut.

AAAA the improvement from the sketch alone holy cowwww. The drawing is August of 2019, so nearly 4 years ago. Very excited to finish this one, hopefully I can tomorrow.

Anyways-- I wanna talk about my history of listening to Gorillaz and my slowburn crush on 2D. Plus a little of what I've figured out about my S/I.

2D is one of my older F/Os by technicality. I never actively self shipped with him until recently, but I've had that big crush on him since I was a freshman in high school. So around 2016/17. I was vaguely aware of Gorillaz before then, but only because my cousins had shown me two different music videos. One of Clint Eastwood, and the other of Devil Inside by Slipknot. Watching those back-to-back + having a phobia of eyes did not turn out well and for the longest time I was terrified of 2D because my cousins told me he didn't have eyes at all. I later learned from a friend I met in my freshman year that isn't entirely true, his eyes just have eight ball fractures and are drawn to look like they're gone. I had also apparently confused the Slipknot music I had heard for the Clint Eastwood video, so that friend made me watch the video again with them and I realized I actually really like the song lol. From there I fell down the whole rabbit whole for Gorillaz and 2D quickly became one of my favs. Russell is sorta still my fav because I'm biased towards drummers, but Stu is a very close second LOL. I read a bunch of fanfiction, mainly X Readers of him on Wattpad. Fun fact, this is also around the time I started seriously questioning my gender, and started reading/writing male readers to explore those feelings lol.

So then I listened to their music and doodled them occasionaly when I was first starting art in my sophomore year, but I didn't really get involved in the fandom or anything besides reading fanfiction on Wattpad. 2017 was peak for me since they dropped Saturnz Barz after years of silence from Plastic Beach. Despite all the new music I was constantly listening to, my mini-hyperfixation on the bad quickly faded. Two years passed before I realized it, it was suddenly 2019 and I was a fresh high school graduate with a massive hyperfixation on Splatoon. Phase 5 had concluded a few months prior and my brain decided it was a great time to have a little redux of my Gorillaz hyperfixation.

I started drawing them, mainly 2D, more often and got very into the fandom on Insta and Tumblr. Met some pretty chill people, a few of whom I'm still mutuals with on my main :D!! But the entire time, I was still in my "self ship is cringe" phase and kinda ignored anything I was feeling towards 2D. I was still reading and contemplating making my own X Reader fics of him on Wattpad, but that was all irrelevant to me I guess. Eventually that hyperifxation on them passed and I returned to my regularly scheduled Splatoon hyperfix.

Fast forward to another year later in 2020 and into 2021, I finally embraced my cringe and started self shipping again for the first time since I was like 9. First with Erik from Dragon Quest, then several Persona characters (most importantly Adachi lol), then Happy Chaos, and I've been jumping around from crush to crush I've had since I was a kid. Very good for the soul, 10/10 would reccomend reconnecting with childhood F/Os lol. As of a few months ago I starting thinking of 2D as a potential F/O before officially naming him a romantic F/O!!

All this time I've been tossing around different ideas for a self insert, but haven't really explored it until I named him my F/O. I'm still figuring that stuff out, but I at least know they knew each other before D-Day! Not too sure about Phase 1 stuff, but I do know they'll reappear in Stu's life during the band's break between Phases 1 and 2 and maybe they start dating each other by the time Phase 2 does roll around OwO. And then my insert also gets kidnapped by Murdoc and gets shipped off to Plastic Beach with 2D. They become the stand-in drummer for the band while Russ is MIA. Then for Phase 4 and beyond? I have no idea lol.

Sorry for just rambling about this, but I like sharing the origin stories for my F/Os and 2D is one of those that has a very long and somewhat complicated story. I've liked him a lot since I really got into the band's music, but I was so absorbed into cringe culture and avoiding being called cringe that I just ignored any potential story I could tell between us. Plus all the gender dysphoria and less than stellar reactions I got from my friends didn't exactly help matters lol. But I'm no longer an egg, those unsupportive friends are out of my life, and I am cringe and I am free babey!!!

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Sailor Moon: Reignstorm - Chapter 2: Gathering The Pawns

An found herself standing in front of the Makai tree once again. She wasn’t sure how long it had been since she and Ail had departed from Earth. They had found themselves a nice, quiet planet to rest and plant the Makai tree sapling on. The world itself was very similar to Earth, but without the presence of any civilizations, merely plants and animals. The Makai tree had thrived in this environment, growing nearly to its full size during their time there. Life was good… so why could she not shake this bad feeling she had?

“Hey, everything alright?” She heard from behind her, turning to see her partner, Ail, approaching.

“I… I don’t know.” She answered honestly, “These last couple of days something has just felt wrong.”

“I’m sure everything’s fine.” Ail replied, dismissively.

“Y’know, it might be a good idea to listen to your psychic girlfriend every once in a while.” She shot back with a smirk.

“Alright, alright.” Ail said, putting his hands up defensively, “I’ll keep on the lookout. Even though I guess I’m not sure what exactly I should be looking out for.”

Almost immediately after Ail finished speaking, the sky above himself and An went dark, and a swirling black vortex landed on the planet’s surface roughly a dozen meters away from the Makai tree.

“Well, does that clear things up for you?”

“Yeah, a little bit!” Ail responded as they both got into fighting stances. 

The vortex dissipated to reveal a cloaked figure, who began making their way towards them.

The flowing black cloak was open to reveal blue-ish black armor underneath, similar to that of a knight’s. Their head was covered by their cloak’s hood, but An could see a metal mask covering the figure’s face, the same color as the rest of their armor, with a red visor where their eyes presumably were. They also carried a staff, atop of which was a small, glowing black crystal which An didn’t recognize.

“Who are you?” An asked defensively to the figure who was now standing directly in front of them, “What do you want?”

“Want?” The cloaked person asked in a dark, distorted voice, “All I want is to help you two. To aid you in getting revenge against those who bested you in battle.”

“You mean the Sailor Guardians?” Ail asked, confused.

“There’s no bad blood between us and them.” An explained.

 “Oh, don’t worry…” The figure said, raising their staff into the air, “... there will be.”

Before An or Ail could react, dark energy exploded out of the crystal on the visitor’s staff, enveloping both of them, as well as the Makai tree entirely.

…

“A song?” Minako asked her friend as they made their way through the school hallways.

“Yeah!” Ami replied, “Me and Mako have been together for a while now and I wanna do something really special for her and I thought writing her a song would be nice.”

“Didn’t you already write a love song about Mako though?” The blonde asked.

“Well… yeah, but that’s different. That one was written for me to help me come to terms with my feelings, but I want to write a song for her that tells her how much she means to me.” The blue-haired girl explained with a light blush.

“Aw, that’s sweet.” Mina said with a smile.

“I’m glad you think so because I… kind of need your help.” Ami said timidly, ��I can write lyrics but writing actual music is a little beyond me, so I was hoping we could maybe work together on this?”

Minako thought for a moment about Ami’s idea. While it was true she had some experience with writing music, she was by no means an expert at it. However, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that this could open an opportunity for herself as well… 

“Alright, I’ll do it.” Mina replied, “I’ll start writing out ideas tonight, and tomorrow I’ll meet you in the library so we can really start hashing it out, so make sure you bring everything you have so far.” She instructed.

“Really? Oh, thank you so much!” The bluenette replied in gratitude, making Mina feel almost a little guilty for her ulterior motive… almost.

…

“Thanks for meeting with me.” Rei said to Mako as she sat down across from her at the brunette’s kitchen table.

“Don’t mention it.” Mako replied, taking a sip of her tea, “So what’s up, you said you wanted to ask me about something?”

“Yeah, so… I guess I’m just wondering… when did you figure out that Ami was in love with you?” Rei asked, before being met with a long pause.

“Uh… when she told me?” The auburn-haired girl answered, confused, “Isn’t the fact that I was super oblivious, like, a joke amongst our friend group?”

“I more so meant, like… when did you begin to realize something was off?” The miko clarified.

“Hmm… well it was only a little bit after the whole… Galaxia thing.” Makoto said solemnly.

“I see. Well, what would you say was different?” 

“Well she was a lot more distant. And any time I would talk to her I could just tell that there was something… off. And from there I think I finally started noticing stuff she’d been doing all along, like staring at me when she thought I wasn’t looking, or getting flustered super easily around me.” The brunette said before taking another sip of tea.

“And when you eventually found out about how she felt, how did you realize that you felt the same way?”

“Am I being interrogated?” Mako asked jokingly.

“No, I just… please?” Rei asked sincerely.

“Well… it’s kinda hard to explain. I think the feelings had always been there, but just buried. And when Ami confessed to me they all just kinda rushed to the surface. And I finally saw… her. Everything about her I took for granted, I realized just how wonderful it all was. How wonderful she was. And all the stuff I did that, at the time I couldn’t tell you exactly why I was doing it, finally made sense.” Makoto said with a smile.

“You mean like baking lemon cookies for every single one of our study sessions even though literally no one except Ami, including yourself, liked them?” Rei questioned with a smirk.

“Look, I never claimed to be super in touch with my feelings, okay?” The taller girl said, embarrassed, “ANYWAY, now it’s your turn. Why do you wanna know all this stuff?”

“Oh, well…” Rei began, while nervously playing with her hair, “... because I think I might be in the same boat as you.”

“Huh?”

“I think Mina might have feelings for me.” Rei said, before once again being met with a period of silence.

“Oh wow. I’m gonna be honest, I did not see that coming. What makes you think that?” Makoto questioned.

“Well, she’s acted differently around me ever since… Galaxia.” Rei began, “At first it was almost like she was trying to avoid me but now, since we’ve been hanging out more over the last few weeks, everything just feels… weird.”

“‘Weird’ how?”

“Well, I asked her if she had feelings for anyone, and you know Mina, she’s never shy to talk about that stuff, but she got really flustered out of nowhere. And when I asked if it was a girl she basically shut down completely.”

“Well, that’s a pretty personal subject, Rei. She might’ve just not felt comfortable telling you about it.” Makoto reasoned.

“That’s what I thought too. But then… well… she kinda… kissed me…”

“She WHAT?! And you think she ‘might’ have feelings for you?” The brunette asked incredulously.

“Wait, no, not on the lips! On the cheek! And I asked Usagi about it but she said it was probably just Mina messing around.”

“You went to Usagi for advice?”

“You and Ami were having dinner with her mom!” Rei explained, “But since then she’s been flirting with me a lot, and… I don’t know! It doesn’t feel like she’s just ‘messing around’! And I don’t know what to do!”

“Well, I guess an important question would be… do you even like girls?” Makoto questioned, prompting a blush from Rei.

“Um… a little bit…” The miko replied, turning even redder.

“Wow, four for five, huh?” Makoto said jokingly, “Well, do you have feelings for her?”

“I didn’t!” Rei replied, “Or at least I don’t think I did! But now I keep noticing how pretty she looks, and how pretty she smells, and how pretty her lips… are…” Rei finished, blushing profusely, earning herself another long silence from Makoto.

“… So yes, then.”

“... yeah…”

“So, if she has feelings for you, and you have feelings for her then… What exactly is the problem?” Makoto asked.

“Well what if I’m wrong? What if I just end up embarrassing myself because I misread her signals?”

“Y’know, I seem to remember a certain girl, telling a certain other girl that it was bad to hold in her feelings out of fear.” Makoto said with a smirk.

“That was a completely different situation. Also that was for Ami’s ears only!”

“Ami and I tell each other everything.”

“Look, I’ll tell her, I just… I need more time, okay?” 

“Alright, alright, but I’m gonna hold you to that.”

“I would expect nothing less.”  

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And that brings us to the end of Chapter 2. A lot of set-up I know, but don’t worry, we get into some jucier stuff next time.

But please, let me know what you guys think! Comments, reblogs, etc. are very much appreciated!

And come back next time for Chapter 3: Missing You.

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Henry was kept up late due to finishing up lesson plans, which was true but not entirely why he was so tired. Thoughts of Lucian plagued him. Why did this stranger seem so interested in Hyde? Everything in both Henry and Hyde screamed not to trust the guy. "Are you truly sure?" Dr.Two-Brains wanted to focus on the teacher rather than himself. "I'm positive. I just got to remember to finish up lesson plans earlier this time around. That's all." Henry could hear his counterpart mocking him in an unflattering tone. He ignored it in favor of the mad scientist. "I'm glad to have been able to see you. That's a really good way to start the day." Dr.Two-Brains' face went pink. He was honestly not expecting Henry to say something like that. They both weren't paying attention to the little audience they've somehow acquired. "I'm very glad to see you as well, Henry." There was a thought that jabbed at the mad scientist. Did he truly deserve this? To find love with someone as amazing as Henry? It was difficult to shake off pangs of guilt. Even when gazing into those intriguing, beautiful eyes that belonged to Henry. They remained quiet, simply enjoying their little bit of time together. Unfortunately, it was interrupted by the bell going off. Alerting everyone to head into the school. “I must be off now. I'll text you when I'm able to.” The villain seemed disappointed that their little meetup was all too brief. “Alright. I'll see you later, bright eyes.” Just as Dr.Two-Brains was about to walk back to the van, Henry stopped him. He looked back worried for the other. The mad scientist was met with a little, sweet kiss on the lips. He felt his stomach flutter oh so much at such a simple but sweet gesture. “I'll see you then. I hope you'll be able to at least take a nap today.” The villain couldn't help but smile dopily at that. “I hope your day goes amazingly.” Dr.Two-Brains gave the other a wink before going back into his van. Henry turned to see a group that consisted of students and faculty watching him from a safe distance. He went beet red at the realization, they were watching them the entire time. Henry definitely wasn't going to have the courage to approach the other staff now. Not when they're going to gawk at him for his love life. He cleared his throat and quickly locked his car. When Henry had made his way into the school, he didn't make eye contact with anyone else. During class, the teacher would be in the middle of explaining something to them and he would start to trail off. Forgetting he was teaching a class filled with kids. “Dr. Jekyll? Are you okay?” He was surprised to find that it was Tobey that had asked him. Looking genuinely concerned for him. “I am well, thank you. I am so sorry, class. I seem to be a bit more tired than usual today. Hopefully by tomorrow I should be back at full alert.” He smiled apologetically at them. Henry was thinking about Lucian once more. There was a theory he had in mind as to why this mysterious stranger was so interested in Hyde. What if he was investigating Hyde? What if he knew about the fire too? These thoughts continued to worry him. The flattery and flirtation from Lucian could be a way to bring down Hyde's guard. Well they were going to make sure that wouldn't happen. Hopefully they both were thinking far too much into this. They probably wouldn't see the guy again. Probably was in the city trying to find something casual. The way Lucian kept analyzing Hyde so closely. It made both of them feel so uncomfortable. As if he could see right into their soul with those piercing eyes of his. When Dr.Two-Brains got to his lair, he had picked up his cell phone and dialed up Victor. “Hey, Vic. She didn't ask me about him yet. I'm dreading it but I'm glad she didn't ask me first thing in the morning.” Victor listened patiently on the other side. “I did tell her she would learn more when she was older. Perhaps she's going to wait until then.” Dr.Two-Brains wished for that as well. He knew that his daughter would still be curious and want to find out. She hated being left in the dark.

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(You can tag me on my tgs side blog. I also apologize but I know a few Scottish words. So to anyone reading this I apologize for the inaccuracy.) Becky Boxleitner noticed a change in the atmosphere as she and her pet monkey Bob walked into the sixth grade classroom. All of the students were excitedly chatting with one another. Becky and Bob exchanged confused looks at the scene. 'What is going on?' They both thought. Becky walked to where her friends Violet Heaslip, Rose Franklin, and Todd Scoops Ming were sitting, also joining in the excited yet low volume chattering. "Hey guys what's going on?" Becky asked her friends. They each turned their heads to greet their friend. "Hey Becky guess what, we're getting a new teacher for our class!" Scoops exclaimed. Becky looked surprised at the announcement. Bob also mimicked her facial expression. "Wait really? What happened to Miss Davis?" Becky asked, wondering what happened to their old teacher. It was just a week only into the new school year so a sudden teacher exchange was a complete shock to Becky especially since there were no announcements about it beforehand. "Miss Davis had to move back home because of a family emergency." Rose Franklin answered. "The principal had to scramble to find a new teacher to fill in for our class. It was all last minute stuff." Becky nodded in understanding of her friends' answers. It was a nice perk to be friends who were upcoming reporters. Soon the final bell rang which indicated for every student to take their seats. Becky took her place beside her best friend Violet and Bob plopped down next to her. Soon a man who looked to be in his mid 30s walked in and towards the desk. He had curly brown air, an arched nose, and reddish brown eyes. He wore a tan button-down shirt with a red vest as well as brown slacks and dark suede shoes. The man gave a pleasant and warm smile to all the students there. "Hello my name is Dr. Henry Jekyll and I will be your teacher for the school year." Becky and the other kids ears perked up as they took note of the man's accent. Even Tobey became slightly interested in his new teacher. None of them were sure where their new teacher was from. Dr. Jekyll gave a light chuckle as if he could sense their growing curiosity about him. He lightly clapped his hands together to gain their undivided attention and focus. "Well since this is my first time teaching here, why don't we all play a little game so we can all get better acquainted with each other. Here's what to do. One at a time, say your name and share a wee bit about yourself. Likes, family, interests and all that. I'll go first to show ya what ah mean. Again. My name is Dr. Henry Jekyll. I was born in Glasgow but ah moved to London where I attended university. I have a five year old wee lassie or daughter named Amber. I enjoy chemistry and reading on occasions. Now who would like to go next?" @unhingedexperimenter

Of course Tobey had taken the opportunity to place attention on himself and to have a reason to boast about himself. “My name is Tobey McCallister the third and I will be the most intelligent student you'll meet here.” The others had rolled their eyes, used to this kind of behavior from their peers. Becky seemed to be the most annoyed by it. Having been forced to put up with his destructive tantrums in the past. Henry smiled just as warmly as before. Unbothered by the obnoxious behavior that the boy had been displaying. Tobey had been going on about himself for a good few minutes before the teacher finally spoke up. “Ahem, yes. Thank you for that Mr. McCallister. Would anyone else like to tell me a bit about themselves as well?” No one could tell that behind the facade, Dr. Henry Jekyll was becoming more irritated by the moment. Not by the child but by the pest that refused to leave him be. Scoffing within his head at what they just heard. He didn't share the disembodied voice's opinion but wanted to give the other children a chance to introduce themselves as well. To the others' shock, Tobey seemed to have taken this well. Quickly going back to his desk with no issues. Becky was relieved at that. Soon the other children had started to introduce themselves to their new teacher with little to no issues. He seemed genuinely nice enough to her. This new teacher didn't seem like most of the adults within this city. Some she had to define words repeatedly for. Dr. Jekyll knew what he was teaching and knew his vocabulary. It was Violet who had brought Becky out from her own thoughts, calling her name. Waving a hand in front of her face. “Becky?” The girl smiled in an embarrassed manner. “Huh? Yes?” Violet smiled, patient with her best friend. “Why don't you introduce yourself now? Nearly everybody else already did.” She had given a surprised expression. Becky hadn't realized that she was so lost within her thoughts until then. She stood up and began speaking. “My name is Becky Boxleitner and I also like libraries,reading and Pretty Princess.” The presence that was grating at the teacher's nerves had deemed this too dull to enjoy. Leaving Dr. Jekyll be to his teaching. Well, getting to know his students. He was happy to see that they were engaged in these activities that were meant to break the ice. Though one student in particular had caught his attention the most. Becky. While she did seem rather bright, there was something strange about her behavior at times. Pausing whatever she was doing at the time to listen in on something. Thinking it went unnoticed. Even once looking alarmed and she made an excuse to go to the bathroom. He had allowed it. Feeling that it would've been better to have let her. It seemed…oddly familiar. As if he had seen that behavior somewhere before but couldn't figure out exactly where from. When the school day was finally over, Becky had gone to go home like the others. Dr. Jekyll had of course stayed behind to set more things up within his new classroom. Making a plan on exactly what he'll actually start teaching the next day. Though, the grating voice had returned to be a thorn in his side. “Come on. Leave this boring stuff alone. Leave it until tomorrow. I've been pent up for far too long. Let's have some fun.” This had earned an eye roll and a loud huff from the teacher. “No, I've got to get this done now. You will have enough time tonight. Just be patient until then.” A shadowy figure formed in front of Dr. Jekyll. A frown on its face. “But this is so extremely dull. I want to stretch my legs. I want to make myself known already.” Dr. Jekyll glared. “And that is precisely why I'm so hesitant to let you out so soon. At least let us get acclimated to our surroundings first.” The figure let out an annoyed groan. “You know you want this as much as I do. Otherwise you'd never have any actual fun in the sad and pathetic life you call yours.”

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[astragazer]

HAIKYUU BABY DADDY SCENARIOS

APPLE PIE (k. kozume)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You know he’s a picky eater.

You have always noticed back in high school how Kenma would ignore his lunch and play with his videogame, and more often than not Kuroo would take away his games just so Kenma could eat his food.  Even after years Kenma hasn’t changed, you thought. He has a small appetite, he always says he’s full even though he only ate half of the food on his plate. 

“Hey,” you said, causing Kenma to look up from his phone when you spoke. “Don’t take so much after your daddy, alright?”

Kenma realized you weren’t talking to him, but rather you’re talking about him while you were looking down on your stomach, rubbing the baby bump that’s starting to get noticeable now even though you’re wearing a pullover sweater, that you took in Kenma’s closet since you always complained about being cold even though it’s not even winter yet.

“Don’t be a picky eater like him.”

“I’m not,” Kenma said, making you flicker your eyes up to him before you swing your legs off the couch and sit up.

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’m not,” he repeated.

Knowing how futile it is to argue, you didn’t say anything as you stood up and headed to the kitchen. The doctor said after the first trimester, your morning sickness should subside, but for some reason yours haven’t even though you’re past that point. 

And morning sickness became your least favorite thing in this whole pregnancy process, especially when you’re always craving to eat something and then throwing them out not a few seconds later.

You opened the fridge and searched for any food that would have your baby’s approval, but no matter how much food is in there, you can’t find anything that seems to suit your baby’s palate. You were about to close the fridge when you spotted a box of brownies and took it. 

“They look appetizing enough,” you muttered, taking a bite, but just as you started chewing the chocolate treat, you started to feel your stomach lurch as though you’re chewing rubber and you put the box down on the kitchen island. 

“Oh no, not again,” you said, throwing the food from your mouth in the sink and gulping down water.

The same night, as you toss and turn on the bed, you woke up suddenly craving something. It was very specific that you had to shake Kenma awake.

“Too early,” he muttered groggily as he turned to you, barely opening his eyes.

“I want apple pie.”

Kenma finally opened his eyes, albeit only half-lidded and stared at you, a look that clearly states an ‘are you kidding me’ before he lay back down on the bed while mumbling. “You can have a whole box tomorrow.”

“No, I want it now,” you said, shaking him again. “I’ve never wanted anything so bad my whole life than eating an apple pie tonight.”

Kenma turned to you, eyes now open as he looked at you. “You’ve never wanted anything so bad your whole life other than an apple pie?” he asked. “So you don’t want me? I’m hurt,” he said dryly, lying on his back with a hand on his chest.

After a few seconds of silence, Kenma felt the bed shift and when he opened his eyes again he saw you climbing down the bed.

“Fine,” you muttered with a huff. “If my husband isn’t going to get me an apple pie, I’ll go get it myself.”

Kenma thought you were just saying that, but when he saw you taking a jacket out and a purse from the closet, Kenma knew you were being serious. An apple pie in the middle of the night? Kenma sat up and climbed down the bed, walking up to you.

“You can’t go outside on your own.”

“But you’re not going to go out either,” you argued.

“Do you really want to have it right now?” he asked and you nodded. Kenma let out an inaudible sigh and took the jacket and purse from your hand. “Alright, I’ll get it, just wait here.”

You waited in the living room while Kenma went out, and after a while he came back with a box of apple pie while still with his phone. You happily ate and almost finished the entire box and Kenma is still holding his phone, excusing himself when someone called and coming back after a moment to see that you had fallen asleep.

The very next morning you woke up and recalled the things that occurred last night and the first thing you told Kenma was that you’re sorry.

“Sorry? For what?” he asked over breakfast.

“For being so stubborn and telling you to get apple pie even though it’s in the middle of the night.”

“It’s not something you should apologize for. You can have as many apple pies in the middle of the night as you want now.”

You furrowed your brows, looking at Kenma. “What do you mean?”

Kenma looked at his phone before he nodded in satisfaction and then looked at you. 

“No, you didn’t,” you said even before he could say anything. Because you somehow knew what he just did. “No, you did not,” you repeated, this time shaking your head.

“I may have or may have not purchased the whole store selling apple pie.”

“No,”

“Yes,” Kenma said, standing up. “I may have.”

He did.

He did purchase a whole store, you had to remind yourself for the rest of the day. Just because you had a midnight craving, he ended up purchasing a whole store that sells your midnight craving. Now you’re actually cautious about asking him what you want to eat for dinner, or he might buy a whole fast food franchise. 

Kenma, on the other hand, thought you might be mad at him for such an irrational decision, spending money on something like that. 

“Do you know why I want to earn more money?” he suddenly asked while you two were in the living room after dinner, eating dessert while watching a rerun of a TV show.

“Because money is an essential thing. And something that we shouldn’t spend on a whim,” you said, adding the last part as you looked at Kenma. 

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you until he spoke, cupping your face, his forehead pressed on your forehead.

“Because I want to give you everything that money can buy.”

“Now you sound like you married a gold-digger,” you said with a chuckle and Kenma leaned back.

“But I didn’t,” he said. “I’m still learning between giving you everything that money can buy and everything else that money can’t buy.”

“You’re doing just fine,” you assured him, taking his hands and pulling it down as you held them, intertwining your fingers. “Though I still think you overdid it by actually purchasing that store.”

“Not my fault,” he said, a hint of playful smile playing along his lips before his eyes flickered down. “The kid took so much after me, picky eater.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[why4anne]

...But he fell harder

Pairing: Ethan Edwards x reader

Word count: 3k

Category: angst, fluff

Summary: Three weeks have gone by since you and Ethan last spoke.

Warnings: unrequited love, underage drinking, not proof read, curse words

Requested: Yes/No

Note: Hi guys! Thank you for being patient with this chapter. I know it too me a while. The reason behind this is school. I’m graduating tomorrow so it’s been a stressful couple of weeks. Anyways, enjoy this chapter!

Part 1

Masterlist

Y/N pov:

It’s been three weeks since that night at the frat party. In those two months you could count on one hand the number of times you’ve seen Ethan. It’s not like you’ve avoided him, you've just not gone out of your way to be with him. It’s for the best anyways. He was happy with his new girlfriend and you could be happy on your own. To be honest you’ve been messing around with a couple of guys at parties, something completely new for you. Honestly you think it’s fun to just let loose and not care what Ethan thinks. All of these years wasted on a boy who doesn’t even love your back. It’s not like you don’t love Ethan anymore but you’ve realized that if you really love him you would let him be happy and Laura seems to make him happy. Still, it kills you a little bit inside every time you see him cuddle her on the couch at a party but you’ve learned to deal with it. Your alcohol consumption has gone up significantly and so has your kiss count. Which leads us right to where you are right now, in the kitchen of some frat house pouring yourself a drink. 

It is Friday night and you’ve just finished a big exam a couple hours earlier which means that it’s time for celebration. 

“Who wants to do shots?” A random dude shouted over the crowd. Everybody cheered and suddenly there was a shot glass in your hand. You took the shot and placed the empty glass on the kitchen island when a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the kitchen.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Was all Ethan said when you guys stopped walking.

“Hello to you too.” You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t avoid my question. Why have you been avoiding me for the last three weeks?” He asked again. How were you supposed to answer that? 

‘I have been avoiding you because I’ve been madly in love with you since we were kids.’ Yeah that won’t fly.

“I haven’t.” Was all you could come up with in the end.

“Don’t lie to me!” He started getting louder.

“I’m not, I’ve just been busy.” You try to calm him down to no avail.

“You know what? Fine, if you won’t fucking talk to me I won’t talk to you. Have a good night.” He said as he walked away, leaving you behind. You follow him through the frat house and into the garden.

“No! You don’t get to walk away after screaming at me like that Ethan!” You yell at him, not caring who can hear. “And as far as I know you didn’t try to talk to me either. Were you too busy sucking faces with your girlfriend huh?” You spat the word out with venom.

“What the fuck does Laura have to do with all of this?” He asked, clearly aggravated.

“Laura hasn't done anything, it’s you!” You poke him in the chest with quite a lot of force.

“Stop fucking poking me!” He grabbed your wrist forcefully, not enough to hurt you but firmly enough to stop you from poking him.

“You’ve replaced me with some fucking girl you’ve known for what? Two months?” You snatched your wrist from his grip. Your jealousy was clear but somehow Ethan didn’t pick up on it.

“ I’ve replaced you? I think it’s quite the opposite!” Ethan was losing his patience at this point and so were you.’

“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” You challenged him, stepping closer to him. You had to tilt your head up to maintain eye contact. Those brown puppy dog eyes were still the most beautiful eyes in the entire world to you and it made your anger falter a bit. Your gaze moved from his eyes down to his lips. God how badly you want to kiss those lips.

“Don’t think I haven't seen you flirting with any guy who shows you any form of attention. You're such a hypocrite you know. You give me shit for having a girlfriend, who you set me up with by the way, and then you throw yourself at any guy in sight.” His harsh words brought you out of your trance and you could feel tears starting to pool in your eyes. It hurt because it was true. The weeks spent apart you desperately tried to numb the pain with alcohol and mindless hookups but none of it worked. He was still the only guy you wanted.

“And why do you even give a shit if I sleep around a bit?” You asked angrily. 

“We both know that sleeping around is not your style.” He started but you cut him off.

“But it is now, okay! You don’t get to tell me what to do!”

“Oh my god stop being such a bitch!” You instantly froze. During all of your years of friendship he’s never called you anything degrading. He also tensed up, his expression falling.

“You know what? I never thought you would sink that low Ethan.” You whispered, letting your tears fall freely. You turned around to walk away.

“Wait, Y/N please. I didn’t mean it.” He grabbed your waist and for the first time you didn’t feel butterflies by his touch.

“Go to hell Ethan.” You spat out and walked away. You pushed through the crowd of drunk college students while searching for Kate. You finally spotted her and started walking towards her when Ethan's voice cut through the music.

“Please, Y/N I’m sorry. Please listen to me.” He pleaded.

“We’re going home” You ignored him as you grabbed Kate and dragged her out of the frat house.

“What is going on?” She asked, confused.

“I’ll explain to you later.” You said, emotionlessly, as the cold evening breeze gave you goosebumps. Fuck, you really should’ve braught a jacket. You turned around one last time to see Ethan standing in the doorway looking crestfallen.

Two days later

Ethan’s Pov:

“Dude what is going on with you today?” Mark asked when practice was over. 

“Nothing.” Ethan answered coldly.

“It’s clearly something.” Mark pressed. “You’re in a shit mood and you’ve been playing like crap.” 

“It’s nothing you need to worry about.” Ethan tried to avoid the question.

“Yes it is. Look, your mood is not just affecting you, but the whole team too.” Mark clearly wouldn’t let this go.

“Fine, I had a fight with Y/N and said some dumb shit, okay” Ethan confessed his voice rising, grabbing the attention of the other UMich players.

“What was the fight about?”  Luke Hughes asked as he and the others skated towards them.

“I don’t know man, it was stupid.” Ethan started while looking down at his feet.

“ Tell us dude.” Mark piped up.

“Alright, chill. I confronted her about ignoring me the last couple of weeks and it somehow turned into an argument about Laura.” Ethan explained, leaving out the last part.

“Okay… I have a feeling that’s not everything.” Mark tried to get Ethan to tell them more.

“Well, I kind of called her a bitch and now she’s not answering my calls.” Ethan confessed. The other boys looked shocked at this confession.

“You did what now?” Owen was the first to speak before all boys started cackling at the same time.

“What the fuck dude. Why would you call her that?” Kent Johnson asked, clearly mad at the brunette. Even if you were Ethans best friend you’ve become close to the rest of the UMich team after hanging out with them so much. They considered you one of them and were quite protective over you. This is very useful for when creeps would try and hit on you at parties. One glance at the hockey team and they were running away as quickly as possible.

“Ethan, that’s not okay.” Nick scolded.

“Yeah, especially since she’s been in love with you for ages.” Dylan said and everyone went quiet. 

Ethan was speechless. You were in love with him? Everything seems to click in his head. All of the random gifts, the disapproval of his girlfriend, why you wouldn’t date other guys, it was because you had a crush on him.

“Dyl, you weren’t supposed to tell him that.” Luke shook his head at his roommate.

“Y/N’s in love with me?” Ethan asked for confirmation.

“Well, we might as well tell you now.” Owen said. “She’s probably been in love with you for years, man. At least for as long as we’ve known her. It was the first thing we noticed about her, you know, how she looked at you like you’ve hung the moon.” 

“Y/N’s in love with me.” This time Ethan didn’t say it as a question but a statement.

“Yeah, dude. And what are you going to do about it?” Nick asked. 

Ethan had to think for a moment. WHat was he going to do about it? He thought about how gorgeous he found you when he would push you on the swings when you were 9. How you always helped him when he was struggling in school. He thought about seeing you in the crowd at Yost and how his heart would leap when you smiled at him while you wore his jersey. It felt as if a light bulb was lit over his head. Ethan Edwards was in love with Y/N L/N. But he was still dating another girl. 

“I don’t know… I'm still dating Laura.” Ethan told the boys with a sigh.

“Do you love her?” Kent asked the defenseman.

“What?” Ethan was confused.

“Laura. Do you love her?” Kent clarified.

“No.” Ethan answered confidently. “I’ve only known her for a couple of months.”

“Understandable. Do you love Y/N?” Kent asked once again.

“I think so…” Ethan sounded unsure.

“Yes or no. Do you love her?” Kent pressed the freshman.

“Alright, yes, I love her.” Ethan blurted out before he could think.

“There is your answer.” Kent sounded pleased with himself. Realization hit Ethan like a ton of bricks. You were the girl who was always there for him. It’s you who patches him up after a particularly physical hockey game. It’s you who go on midnight drives with him. You are the person who he feels the most comfortable with in the entire world. You were the girl for him. 

“I have to go…” Ethan said as he skated towards the bench.

“Go get the girl Eddy!” The boys cheered him on. 

Ethan knew what he had to do, but first he had to end things with Laura. He got in his car and drove to her dorm. He knocked on her door and waited anxiously.

“Ethan, hey what are you doing here?” Laura asked when she opened the door.

“Laura, can we talk?” Ethan asked immediately. He felt stupid for even getting in this situation in the first place. Why couldn’t he have figured out his love for you earlier? Laura is nice and he doesn't want to hurt her but he has to.

“Sure, come in, my roommate is not here.” The girl said as she opened the door wider to let him in.

“I think we should break up.” Ethan blurted out right after he sat down. He probably should’ve laid it out better but he truly didn’t know what to say. Laura stayed quiet for a minute and Ethan was afraid of her reaction. Would she scream? Would she cry? Instead she only sighed

“It’s because of Y/N isn’t it?” She asked calmly.

“How did you know?” Ethan was taken aback.

“It’s very obvious that you love one another. It was just a matter of time before you got your head out of your ass and figured it out.” Laura chuckled.

“I’m so sorry for doing this to you.” Ethan apologized.

“It’s okay. I was prepared for it.” Laura told him honestly as she stood up and walked towards her closet. Ethan could see her pull out his jersey that Y/N used to have. 

“I think this belongs to her.” Laura smiled and handed him the jersey.

“I’m truly sorry, Laura.” Ethan said when he took it.

“Really it's okay, no bad feelings on my part.” Laura went in for a quick hug. “You’re a great lover, Ethan. You’re going to make Y/N really happy, I know it.”  

“Thank you. Really I am sorry.” He said again as he walked towards the door.

“Oh my god. Stop apologizing and go get your girl!” She smiled as she followed him. 

“Yes, I’ll do that.” Ethan said. He walked out of the dorm and into his car. The drive to your dorm was familiar. He had driven it a hundred times but this time he felt nerves building in his stomach. What if you wanted nothing to do with him? He had to sit and hype himself up in the car for a minute before he started walking towards your dorm.

“What are you doing here?” Kate asked coldly as she opened the door.

“Is Y/N here?” Ethan asked without answering Kate's question.

“No.” Kate answered. She started closing the door but Ethan stopped her.

“Where is she then?” Ethan asked desperately.

“Why would I tell you?” Kate was not having any of his bullshit today.

“Please, Kate.” Ethan pleaded with her.

“Fine she’s at the library. Now leave.” Kate said as she closed the door.

Ethan walked back to his car. When he got outside he noticed how it had started raining.

He was speeding towards the library and he would probably get a fine if someone caught him but he didn’t care. There was only one thing on his mind: You. He parked his har in the empty parking lot. There were only six more cars there but he recognized none of them as yours. You must’ve walked.

Just as he was about to walk inside he saw you exit the library, holding books above your head to try and stay dry as you ran across the parking lot.

“Y/N, wait!” He called out. You stopped dead in your tracks and looked towards the sound. Ethan got out of the car and could feel the lukewarm rain hit him. “Please just listen to me.” 

“What do you want?” You asked him.

“Look, I'm sorry. Fuck I’m so fucking sorry for what I said at that party. Please forgive me.” He desperately tried to apologize but you wouldn’t hear him out.

“Why should I believe you?” You asked bitterly as you started to turn around and walk to your dorm.

“Because I love you!” He called after you. You froze and turned around again. 

“What?” Was all that came out.

“I love you, Y/N. I think I have loved you since we were in high school and I’m sorry I didn’t realize it until now. I’m so fucking sorry. If I could turn back time and knock some sense into myself, believe me I would. But I'm here now, telling you this because I love you and I don’t want to lose you. I even broke up with Laura, please just hear me out.” He blurted out but couldn’t finish his speech before you shut him up with a kiss. He was still at first, shocked but soon he sneaked his arms around your waist and started kissing back. He felt your fingers tangle themselves in his wet hair. The smell of your perfume was intoxicating. He wanted to stay in this moment forever, wanted for this kiss to never end but sooner or later the two of you had to break apart for air.

“Wow” Ethan was speechless. 

“I know.” Was all you said. 

“That was just, wow.” He breathed out. 

“I’ve always wanted to kiss you in the rain.” You confessed, a pink blush spreading on your cheeks and you looked down on the ground.

“Oh yeah?” Ethan asked as he placed his finger beneath your chin and lifted your head up.

“Yeah” You answered him before his lips met yours again. This kiss was slower, both of you wanting to remember this moment forever.

“I’ve got something for you.” He told you with a smile.

“You do? What is it?” You asked him excitedly. 

“Follow me.” Ethan grabbed your hand and started to walk towards his car. He couldn’t help but notice how your hand fit perfectly in his and he smiled at the thought.

“Here.” He said as he handed you his jersey from his passenger seat.

“Really?” Tears started to form in your eyes as you held the jersey in your hands tightly.

“Baby, don’t cry. It was always yours to begin with and it will always be yours to keep.” He gently wiped your tears with his thumb.

“Always?” You asked as you met his eyes.

“Always” He leaned in and whispered in your ear. “Now c'mon, let’s get home and get you dried but before you catch a cold.” He opened the door for you and waited for you to get in. He then closed the door and walked over to the driver's seat.

“What?” He asked when he noticed you staring at him.

“Tell me you love me again.” You told him.

“Y/N L/N, I love you more than words can describe. You are the most beautiful girl in the entire world and I know we just had our first kiss together but I know with 100 percent certainty that you are the girl for me. I love you.” Ethan paused for a second. “Do you love me too?”

“Ethan Edwards, I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. It started as a stupid school girl crush but you made it impossible to not love you.” You confessed. Ethan smiled brightly and leaned in for another kiss. In that moment both of you knew that even if you fell first, he fell harder.

[jjiuu]

springtime of youth / kozume kenma

two unlikely students get paired together for a documentary 一 but love will find you, no matter where you are. (aka an our beloved summer au)

"why me?" you ask slowly. there were much better things you could be doing than starring in some show.

"we're pairing up two students 一 the top and worst student, to film a documentary." the cameraman looked at the both of you, "it'll be about your day to day lives, so just ignore the cameras around you!"

"just a month.. right?" the 'worst' student mumbles.

"yep! we'll be gone in no time so just act how you would without cameras around,"

hesitation fills your veins, this'll change your entire school life! you want to decline but the cameraman suddenly cuts you off,

"great! we start tomorrow."

spring 一 your favorite season of the year, has just been ruined. the moment you walked through the shiny gates of nekoma, cameras were shoved into your tired face and everyone's eyes were on you. what a wonderful way to start the day.

classes have always been your favorite part of the school day, you had a nice seat partner and you were a quick learner that understood the material. that perfect little life however, was suddenly flipped upside down when kenma kozume, the student you're paired up with suddenly transferred into your class, clearly looking out of place. and even worse, he had to sit next to you 一 all for the sake of that stupid documentary.

at first, you had tried to make the best out of your miserable situation, offering to help him study so he wouldn't absolutely fail the test coming up next week, but he turned to look out the window and ignored you. after that, you decided you would definitely not enjoy filming this documentary.

throughout the week, you've noticed some of his habits, his love for video games and his dislike for you, and in an attempt to get to know him more and change his opinion about you, you woke him from his nap during your nightly self study classes at school, and oh how you wish you didn't. you didn't think it was possible for him to hate you anymore than he already did, but he did. the moment his eyes opened and slowly focused on you, you could tell he was mad.

after that incident, you've resorted to only speaking to him when you needed to, (which was all the time because the camera guys needed content) and found that your life was not as peaceful as you hoped it would be.

"so, what do you think of kenma after getting to know him?" the cameraman smiles, "did you enjoy your first week together?"

"no." sighing quietly, "i hate him, he's the worst!" he stares at you and rolls his eyes.

"you're so dramatic, i haven't done anything to you."

"being partnered up with you is enough for me to hate you!"

"see what i have to deal with?" he stares straight at the camera and scowls.

on a sunny spring day, just like the day you two met, you were forced to stay after school to clean the classroom. with no cameras around, the two of you guys cleaned the classroom in complete silence.

and unaware to you, your hatred would fade away to something else. because on a day just like this one, he realized just how much he didn't hate you 一 in fact, he liked you quite a bit.

kenma coughs. once. twice. three times before you pull out one of your earbuds and tell him to go home if he was sick.

"i can finish this on my own, go home and get some rest." and you're about to put your earbuds in again when his mop crashes softly into yours for the second time.

"y/n."

"kenma."

"why do you hate me?" he mumbles quietly.

"i don't," you respond, hoping that would be the end of your conversation but he rams his mop into yours again.

"you do, and i want to know why."

"i don't hate you, i don't feel anything towards you." and his frown deepens after hearing this.

"i'm going home." he murmured. and that was the last conversation you two had 一 he refused to talk to you and made the cameraman relay his messages.

"alright! todays your last day together, do you have anything you'd like to say?"

"y/n."

"kenma"

the memories of that spring day come flooding in your mind, and you ask him the same question he asked you.

"why do you hate me?" his eyes stare into yours, and if the cameraman wasn't standing right there, this would feel like a scene straight out of a romance novel.

"i don't."

"uh, well then let's wrap it up!" the cameraman chuckled nervously.

"kenma, wait!" you ran after him, shouting his name. "i just wanted to say," breathing hard from chasing after him, "that i liked this."

"and what is 'this?'"

"spending time together. you're nice to be around." you declared, proud you got it over with.

and with his sudden burst of confidence, he blurts out,

"if i'm so nice to be around, go out with me."

you're staring. he's staring.

"wait, i didn't一"

"okay." and with a soft smile on your face, you hook your arm with his and drag him along.

a/n why is this so long

[czenniie]

starry night

part of my 7dream college-series

🥤Genre: fluff, some smut but not a lot, kinda slowburn

🥤Warnings: swearing, smut, a little exhibitionism, fingering, handjob, you get the picture

🥤Trope/AU: a bit one-sided crush but also a bit friends to lovers

🥤Words: 6977

Renjun is a horny art-hoe and a simp but it's fine cause the reader kinda likes it.

Astrology class was Renjun's favorite. The Professor was a snarly old man who also gave art and he knew more about astrology and art than any person Renjun had ever met. The assignments were never boring and his lessons were great. But that wasn't the actual reason why Renjun looked forward to Wednesdays and Fridays every week.

The main reason was you. You sat two rows in front of him but a bit further left which gave him a perfect view of your side profile. His sketchbook was filled with sketches of you.

You looking down while you carefully took your notes, you with a pen in between your lips, you pushing your hair behind your era, you, you, you. Over and over again. Jeno had declared him a psychopath with, quote: 'the biggest boner ever' while Jaemin had just grinned and pinched his cheeks.

Renjun knew that the whole drawing you think was weird. It had started out with just one drawing. Renjun didn't know you at the time, but he was bored in class and realized how perfectly the light was shining onto your face. In the next lesson, he really like the sweater you were wearing and suddenly his entire sketchbook was filled with you. His close friends were the only ones who knew about it and he protected it like a mother protects her baby. He never let it out of his sight, barely even putting it in his backpack. He rather held it in his arms while walking through the corridors of the old school building. Jisung had tried stealing it a bunch of times but never succeeded.

Now he was back in astrology class, drawing you once again. He didn't even try to listen to what Professor Ghafa was saying, way too focused on you and his sketchbook. He liked keeping his sketches in black and white. Using a black fine liner or pencil most of the time. Today your hair was tied up with a black scrunchie (Renjun only knew what they were called because Haechan had been looking for one for his girlfriend and annoyed the shit out of Renjun with it)and since the weather had gotten colder you were wearing a light pistachio green shirt with a big black leather looking blazer over it. Your chin was resting on your hand while you were, unlike Renjun, actually listening to what the Professor was saying.

The professor finished the class before Renjun could finish his drawing and he made a mental note to finish it in the next lesson which was already tomorrow. Since it was his last lesson of the day and he was just gonna go home he stuffed the little black sketchbook into his backpack with all his other stuff. He looked around searching the room for his friends. Jaemin was already walking to the door while Jeno was still flirting with somebody three rows in front of Renjun. He rolled his eyes at the boy and signaled Haechan, who was sitting next to him, that he was gonna go. "See you man." Haechan said, a big smile plastered across his face. 'I don't have a single normal friend' Renjun thought to himself as he threw his backpack over his shoulder. He looked around one more time, but you were already gone.

Thursdays suck. Seven-thirty was too fucking early. You refused to believe that there was a single person on this planet that could focus on anything this early in the morning. And now that summer was over it was even worse. The mornings were already darker and your motivation dropped in sync with the temperature. You rubbed your hands against each other as you entered the old school building. There were barely any students or professors around at it was unusually silent. Probably the only good thing about having to go to class at an ungodly hour.

You quickly found your way to your locker, only having five more minutes before your Chemistry class would start. You quickly entered the code pulling the door open.

A small, folded piece of paper fell out as soon as you opened the door, slowly sailing to the ground. You didn't remember leaving it inside your locker yesterday so you picked it up. It was pretty thick paper and one side locked torn, like it had been ripped out of a book or magazine. You unfolded it, now looking at....yourself? It was a pencil sketch of you sitting in front of your laptop. Your hair was up in a ponytail and you were wearing your favorite blazer. The drawing was clearly just a sketch but still very detailed. You looked up from the piece of paper, searching the hallway for another person but you were all by yourself.

It was definitely a bit weird to just get a drawing of yourself. Especially since it wasn't signed or anything like it. You looked around against, now almost feeling like you were being watched. But after one quick look on your phone, you realized that you were gonna have to worry about it later. You carefully folded the drawing and put it in between the pages of your physics book which you stuffed into your backpack. You closed your locker, making your way upstairs, the image of the small sketch still running laps in your head.

"Okay. Is it a bit weird? Yeah. But that's a really good drawing y/n. Like really really good." Jay held the drawing next to your head, eyes going back and forth between it and your annoyed face. You ripped the piece of paper out of his hand to look at it yourself again. "But who puts a drawing into somebody's locker and doesn't add a name, or a hint at least ?" "Well, it has to be an art major right? No one who is that good a drawing faces does something other than art." The drawing was really good. It looked a littlebit like it wasn't finished yet, but it was still very impressive. "Yeah. You're probably right." You leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand. " You know at first I was a bit weirded out but it was kinda nice, to be honest." Jay gave you a sly, knowing smile. "I don't think anybody has ever drawn me. Especially not that flattering." Jay laughed, leaning further into his chair.

A loud bang made both you and Jay jump in your seats. Another student in your Astrology class had dropped one of his books right next to you onto the stairs. He quickly bend down to pick it up but you caught a glimpse of his face. You were pretty sure his name was Renjun, he lived in an apartment with Jisung who was one of Jay's best friends. The handsome boy quickly picked the book up and mumbled a quiet. "Sorry" without even looking up, then he turned around and walked out of the room very fast. He was kinda cute. His front pieces of hair were bleached and tucked behind his ears, the glasses on his nose were kinda crooked and he was wearing a really comfy-looking green jacket. "Soo" Jay said after Renjun had left the room, his friend Haechan right behind him. "How many cute Art Majors do we know?"

Renjuns head was buzzing, the blood rushing through his veins as he basically ran through the old school building. The big front door came into his sight and he sped up even more, ignoring Haechans yelling. He pushed the door open. The cool fall breeze hit him right in the face and knocked the air out of his chest for a couple of seconds. He came to a halt right behind the door, hearing it falling shut and being pushed open again.

"Renjun." Haechan let out a loud breath as he walked out of the building. "When the fuck did you become this fast?" Renjun couldn't speak. Your words were still echoing through his head. You had his sketch. The one he did in class yesterday. But there was no way that you could have it. His sketchbook was in his backpack.

Renjun slid said backpack off his shoulders, dropping the books in his hands to the ground. "Renjun" Haechan tried again, but the other boy had already unzipped his backpack and turned it upside down. Pens, erasers, sticky notes, and a couple of pieces of paper fell to the ground and down the stairs. "Renjun what in the world are you doing?" Haechan looked at his friend like he was crazy. "It's gone. " Renjun mumbled, turning his backpack around again to look inside it, but there was nothing. "My sketchbook, it's gone. But I put it in there yesterday."

Renjun was starting to panic, now speaking faster and in a higher tone. "After class, I put it in there like I always do. I always put-" He turned to his friend and stopped mid-sentence. The slightly taller boy was scratching the back of his head, looking down at his shoes with a guilty smile across his face. "Haechan" Renjun growled, turning towards the Boy while gripping the backpack straps in between his Hands.

"I had to do it." The Boy almost yelled out. "You never would have done it so I had to."

Renjun was sure that there was smoke coming out of his ears.

"And Yesterday was the perfect opportunity." The smaller boy dropped his backpack which landed on all of his stuff that was still laying on the stairs. "I'm going to murder you." He mumbled before he jumped towards Haechan. The brown-haired boy let out a screech and jumped down all four steps at once before running towards one of the big old ginkgo trees. Renjun ran after him, completely ignoring the fact that his belongings were literally everywhere. Haechan arrived at the ginkgo tree and hid behind it. Renjun had almost reached it as well, but two strong arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him back, away from the traitorous boy and the Yellow tree.

"What did he do?" Jeno was still holding onto Renjun, both looking at the tree Haechan was hiding behind. Renjun barely registered what Jeno said. His brain was working overtime, your voice and face playing in it over and over again. He couldn't believe that Haechan had done it. That was his worst nightmare. Literally, the worst possible thing that could have happened. You could never find out that it was him.

"Renjun?" The boy flinched as he heard his name again, pushing Jenos arms away so he could escape his hold. "He gave her my sketch." Renjun whispered, still out of breath from the chasing. He could see in Jenos face that the boy knew right away what that meant. "Oh shit." Jeno mumbled raising one hand to his face. "Well then don't let me stop you from killing him."

"Jenoooo" Haechan whined from behind the tree, his head slightly peeking out. "She said she likes it. So I think I actually did a very good thing." He followed up his whine, now almost smiling again. "Well of course she likes it." Jeno said, his hand still raised to his chin. "Who wouldn't like a pretty sketch of them. It's almost like a secret love letter. Girls like that kinda shit don't they." Haechan stepped out from behind the tree, nodding in agreement. "But you still took his stuff without asking so it was a dick move nevertheless." Jeno went on. Both boys now realized that Renjun wasn't listening anymore. He had turned around and was staring at the school building.

"She likes it." He suddenly whispered, making a tiny jump into the air. "She likes my drawings." Where there had been an angry frown just mere seconds ago, there was now a bright smile with twinkling eyes. Jeno smiled fondly at his friend who completely forgot about his existence, trapped in his own world.

"Is this a good time to tell him that I also dropped his sketchbook on the way home and now half of the pages are covered in dirt?" Haechan was now standing next to Jeno, both looking at the smaller boy. "Open up your mouth and I will make sure it's the last time you do so." Jeno mumbled back through gritted teeth, too quiet for Renjun to hear.

Renjun had been chewing on his pencil for the past 20 minutes. His right leg was bouncing up and down and he was completely oblivious to the angry looks Jaemin and Chenle were throwing at him.

Yesterday, after getting the dirty sketchbook back from Haechan (and a second attempt to murder him that wasn't stopped by Jeno this time but by the fact that Haechan was simply faster than Renjun), he had put another sketch into your locker. He decided on one he did a couple of weeks ago. The weather had still been warmer and you were wearing a shirt with a print from a Tv show Renjun didn't know. After panicking about it the entire night and barely getting any sleep Jaemin explained the situation to Jisung and made him offer to find out what you were thinking about it.

He was friends with that Jay kid you were always hanging out with so he could talk to him without raising suspicion. Now he was back in their shared apartment with Jaemin and Chenle, waiting for Jisung to come home. Haechan had decided to sleep over at his girlfriend's place, as usual, and no one really knew where Mark and Jeno were.

Renjun jumped off the couch as he heard a key being turned in the lock. The tall boy walked into the living room while looking at his phone, unaware of Renjuns waiting stare. Chenle cleared his throat, very loudly, finally making Jisung lookup. "Oh, I'm sorry Hyung." Jisung mumbled as he saw Renjuns face. He pushed his phone in his back pocket, nearly killing Renjun with anticipation. "Jay says she likes it." Renjun basically melted back into the couch, a huge wave of relief washing over him. "She was apparently really excited when she found the second one today so I really think you should keep going Hyung." Jisung was somehow already munching on something despite having been home for literally 5 seconds.

He kept talking for a couple more seconds but Renjun wasn't listening anymore. He would have to go through all of his sketches and pick out the best ones. At least out of the ones Haechan didn't ruin. And he would have to find a way to get them into your locker without being seen. He now knew that you liked his drawings but he was very far away from admitting to you that they were his. You had barely talked, so even if you liked the drawings you would probably still think that he was a psychopath. He couldn't risk that. No, he had to do this the right way.

"I think I should ask Renjun about it" Jisung, who was sitting next to you, choked on his ramen. You quickly started patting his back as the poor boy kept coughing, trying to catch his breath. Jay who was also sitting at the table was completely unbothered by his friends near-death experience. Jisung stopped coughing after a couple of seconds and looked at you.

"Since when do you know Renjun?" You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't. But he's an art major right? So maybe he can find out who's been putting the drawings in my locker. And you know him so you could introduce me." You gave him a smile, trying to look as nice as possible. You weren't looking at Jay but you could still see him roll his eyes. You ignored him. "You still have no idea who is doing the drawing?" Jisung asked, now munching on his ramen again. You shook your head.

It's been over two weeks since you found the first sketch in your locker. Since then there was one every single day. You caught yourself being excited to go to school, just so you could open the small piece of paper. Some of them were just out of pencil, others were colored in. One even looked like it was done with watercolor, but your knowledge of art was too small to be sure. But they were always your side profile. Never from the front. And always down to your arms.

"I mean I guess you could ask Renjun." The tall boy said. "I have practice in ten minutes but I'm sure he's in the art classroom. He's basically always there." Jisung scrunched his nose, staring at the bottom of his empty bowl. "But wouldn't it be weird?" You asked as the two boys got up and put on their jackets. "We don't even know each other. I can't just show up and ask him who draws me every day." "Nah it's fine. I'm sure Renjun won't mind." He raised one of his large hands as a goodbye and pushed Jay out of the cafeteria. Jay looked a bit confused and yelled a quick "Bye." over his shoulder before he disappeared with Jisung, leaving you and your half-empty bowl of ramen alone at the table.

The art classroom was on the very other side of the campus. It took you a little over ten minutes to reach the old building and you were sure your fingers were gonna fall off as you opened the old wooden door. Warm air brushed against your fingers and you let out a little happy squeal, rubbing your hands against each other.

The hallway was a little dark, only every other light working. It was one of the oldest buildings on campus with brick walls and arched doors. The building was home to all the more creative majors. The first two doors to your left and right were for the music students. The other rooms in the hallway belonged to the acting majors and at the very end, there was the teacher room. Right before the classroom started there was a small staircase leading up to the second floor that was reserved for just the art majors.

You took the stairs and walked up to a hallway that looked basically the same as the one on the first floor, just a bit smaller. You made your way to the first door, opening it carefully. But there was just an empty classroom filled with all sorts of paint, stone and anything you could imagine. You had more luck in the second classroom. The room was a lot brighter than the last one.

Renjun was sitting in a corner right next to the window. He didn't hear you walk in, too focused on the canvas in front of him. He was drawing a scene out of a cafe. It looked quite cozy and very realistic. "Wow. That's really good." You said, closing the door behind you. Renjun jumped out of his chair, looking like a deer in headlights.

"I'm sorry." You took a step closer. "I didn't mean to scare you. But Jisung told me I could find you here." The boy stared at you for a couple more seconds before he nodded slowly. You waited for fo a couple of seconds but Renjun didn't say anything so you broke the silence once again. "I have a kinda weird question." You said walking to the table where he had but all of his painting materials. You pulled your notebook out of your back to show him one of the sketches from your locker. Renjun took a step closer to the table as well.

He smelled like paint and freshly washed clothes. "Somebody has been putting these sketches in my locker and I was wondering if you maybe know somebody who does drawings like that?" You laid the paper down on the table so Renjun could see it better. He leaned forward over the table, his bleached pieces of hair falling into his eyes.

It was the first time you were really looking at him. You of course had seen him a bunch of times before but usually in the hallway or when he picked Jisung up from Lacrosse practice. He always seemed like he was in a rush. Like he had to be somewhere else. He looked up at you, actually looking you in the eyes for the first time. There was an uncomfortable silence for a couple of seconds before Renjun opened his mouth.

"I- I don't know. Sorry." He mumbled, stumbling over his words. You had already kind of expected that answer so you just nodded a little sad and put the sketch back to the others. "Did you keep all of them?" Renjun sounded a little surprised, looking down at the notebook in your hands. You nodded again. "They're really good." You answered like that was the only reason. You didn't know Renjun well enough to tell him that it was more than that. That they made your day better and that they made you feel better about yourself. Especially on the kind of days when you didn't feel comfortable in your own skin, when suddenly none of your clothes seemed to fit, when your thighs looked two times bigger than they did the day before and your skin had a mind of its own. Looking at the sketches helped. Seeing yourself through the eyes of another person helped.

"I could try." Renjun suddenly said making you look up at him. "Finding out who is drawing them I mean." He started playing with the ring around his finger, Jisung had the same one, while avoiding your eyes. "You don't have to Renjun. I was hoping you'd maybe know, but it's fine. I'll have to find another way." Renjun seemed to disagree, now actually looking at you again. "Seriously y/n. I mean they're probably an art major. So let me try at least. And if you don't mind then you can come by again next week. Maybe I can find him."

The handsome boy seemed suddenly very awake and quite edger to help you. There was no way you could say no to those brown eyes. "You sure?" Renjun nodded, hair flapping up and down. "So I'll just come back on Thursday? And you can tell me if you know something new?" Renjun nodded again. "Okay, then I guess we have a date." You gave him a smile that grew even wider when you saw how his cheeks turned a bright red color. "By the way, what are you drawing?"

Thursdays are the best day of the week. Yes, 7:30 was still really fucking early, and it had gotten even colder in the past weeks, your way to college now even covered in snow. But something had changed. Now Thursday was the day of the week where you got coffee after your physics class and then walked all the way over to the other side of campus just to sit in the comfy art classroom and talk to Renjun.

You were almost a little mad at Jisung for never properly introducing you to Renjun. You really enjoyed the time you spend with him. Some days you both just sat there without talking while Renjun was drawing and you were doing your homework. On other days you basically chewed the poor boy's ear off while he was just trying to finish his painting. But most of the time you were just talking with each other.

Most of your friends were studying something similar to you, but Renjun experienced the very opposite college life to yours. You had never had a lot of interest in art, but Renjun made it seem like something very special. The sketches in your locker had become more of a background topic. There was still one in your locker every day and you were still very excited about them but they had also kind of turned into an excuse so you could keep going to the art room. And hearing Renjun talk about his major or telling you about something stupid Jisung did was just way more interesting.

Today you entered the classroom at exactly 2 pm. Renjun was sitting in his usual spot, not even bothering to look up. "Hi y/n." He said, obviously focused on the canvas in front of him. He had finished the cafe picture last week and was now working on a new one, but you couldn't tell what it was yet. You walked over to put both coffees down on his table and took off your jacket. It was damp from the snow outside so you hung it on another chair. The pencil sketch looked like a night sky with a couple of trees and some mountains in the back. "What you drawing?" You asked while sitting down opposite him. "Starry night ?"

Renjuns head shot up abruptly, gaze now fixated on you. "You can't be serious y/n" He looked completely flabbergasted, like his soul had just left his body. You started laughing. "I'm sorry Renjun. That's the only famous painting I know. Well and the Mona Lisa of course." Renjun shook his head. "You're a philistine, a barbarian even. Jesus y/n where did you go to school?" "Ey don't blame my school education for my lack of interest in art. How well did your school do with teaching you math and physics huh?" You shot back, the banter already feeling too familiar. You stared at each other for a couple of seconds, his eyes twinkling with joy.

"Touche." He mumbled, turning his attention back on his painting. "You still a philistine. And I'm not drawing starry night. It's just going to be a night sky, but with watercolor." You took a sip of your coffee. "You know you could tell me that starry night was done with watercolor and I would believe you. Right ?" Renjun shook his head while adding more charcoal lines to the canvas.

"Do some physics homework. Then I can at least pretend that you're smart." You started laughing, making Renjun giggle at his own joke as well. Your heart did the same traitorous little jump it did every time Renjun laughed. Or smiled at you. Or touched you. Or waved you goodbye. You quickly shook your head, banning all thoughts into the very back of your mind. That wasn't the point of these little meetings. Aside from the fact that Jisung would probably murder you If he knew that you were falling in love with his roommate.

"And they were roommates." You mumbled to yourself, still caught up in your own thoughts. "What?" Renjun was looking at you again, this time more confused and less offended than a couple of seconds ago. "Nothing." You said quickly. "So." You cleared your throat. " How's the search for my mysterious artist going?" Renjun smiled at the canvas, not looking up at you. "I still don't know who it is. But I have a feeling that I'll know very soon." Now he had your full attention. "What? How? Is there somebody who you think it could be?" Renjun just kept smiling not answering any of your questions. "Come ooon." You whined. "You can't just leave me hanging like that. Renjuuun." The whining didn't help. "You'll know soon. I'm sure." You knew that that was the only answer that you were gonna get out of him. So you just sat back, pouted, drank your coffee, and watched Renjun as he created his next masterpiece.

You had always liked astrology class but now that you knew Renjun better you liked it even more. It was another day where you got to see the handsome boy, even though you didn't get to talk to him much during the lessons. But you actually started hanging out with him outside of the art classroom. He had joined you, Jisung, and Jay a couple of times during lunch and you started going to Jisungs place more often, staying after the taller boy had already left because you were still talking to Renjun or watching a movie. It was safe to say that at this point you were head over heels for him. You hadn't expected to like him that much. Actually, you didn't expect to like him at all. To you, he had always been just one of Jisungs friends. He had mostly male friends that were older than him and honestly most of them looked quite terrifying.

Well aside from Chenle at least. But you had never paid much attention to Renjun. He was obviously handsome, but so were weirdly most of Jisungs friends. They should become a boyband.

But Renjun surprised you. He was smart, witty, very calm but then suddenly looked like he was gonna explode in the next second. He was so incredibly talented and sweet. Flirting with him and watching his cheeks turn bright red had become your favorite activity to Renjuns and Jisungs despair but you couldn't help it.

You got up from your chair after the astrology lesson was finished. The teacher was frantically searching for all of his papers while students already stormed past his desk to leave the room. You were waiting for Jay to pack his stuff as Renjun and his friends Haechan and Jaemin walked past you. Jaemin who was first in line threw you a charming smile and kept walking, Renjun was right behind him. He smiled at you as well but stopped next to your desk. He was just about to say something when Haechan, who was talking to somebody else, walked straight into Renjun.

Both boys stumbled and the small sketchbook Renjun was holding in his arm fell to the floor. You quickly bent down to pick it up but stopped in your movement. The sketchbook had fallen open and once again you were looking at a sketch of yourself. It looked just like all the other ones that you had gotten. You picked it up, amazed by the fact that it was Renjun. You should have known. "Renjun." You said, standing straight again and looking up from the book. But he wasn't looking at you. He was already running down the few stairs, past other students and a confused Jaemin. "Renjun." You yelled after him but he didn't react, running out of the room as fast as he could.

So there you were standing with his sketchbook in your hands, yourself looking up at you. You blinked a few times, unable to process what had just happened. "Well. I guess we should have realized that quicker huh." Jay said behind you, looking over your shoulder. Haechan took a step closer to you, gently closing the book in your hands. "I guess you know where he is." He smiled, and then walked down the stairs as well, leading a still confused-looking Jaemin out of the room.

But he was right, you knew exactly where Renjun was.

The building was empty as usual, your steps echoing through the old walls. You pushed the door open, finding Renjun in his usual spot. But he wasn't looking at a painting. Both of his elbows were resting on the table in front of him, hands covering his face. "Renjun" you said carefully, trying not to scare the boy. He didn't move. He just whispered something you couldn't understand. "I have your sketchbook." You continued, clueless about what to say. On your way to the building, you had thought of a billion things that you wanted to say to him. But now that he was sitting in front of you, they had all disappeared into thin air.

You quietly walked over to him, putting down the booklet next to him. His face was still buried in his hands. "Renjun." You tried once again. "Can you please look at me?" "Are you mad?" He suddenly asked, still not looking at you. "What. No. Why would I be mad at you?" He finally raised his head. His eyes were red like he was close to crying. He looked confused and surprised at the same time. "You're not? But I, I lied to you. For quite a while. And I drew you without asking you. Arent you like I don't know crept out?" He looked so genuinely confused that you just really wanted to hug him. If he only knew.

"I mean I guess I would have liked finding out another way, but we only really got to know each other because of that. But I really really like your drawings Renjun. And I love our little dates in here. They're my favorite part of the week." Renjun stared at you for a couple of seconds, a bunch of emotions rolling over his face. "So you don't hate me?" He then asked. "No." you smiled and took his hand, rubbing your thumb over his birthmark. "Quite the opposite actually." You added carefully. You could see the second your words arrived in his head, making his eyes light up and his mouth falling open slightly.

"Does that mean I finally get to kiss you?" You laughed and nodded. Renjun leaned over, pressing his lips onto yours, silencing your laughter. "Come over here." He mumbled pulling you to his side of the table, getting up from his chair as well, connecting your lips for another kiss.

"Remind me to thank Haechan." He mumbled in between two kisses, which made you stop. "For what?" You asked. "Running into you?" "Oh no not that was the worst moment of my life." You both giggled. "But he actually but the first sketch into your locker, and I only kept going after Jisung told me that you liked it." "The fact that I now know it was you doesn't mean you have to stop putting them in my locker you know. They were the highlight of my day. So you can't just take that away from me." Renjun laughed pulling you even closer. "I'm an artist y/n. I'll need payment." "Mhmm." You mumbled. "I think I can do that."

Your lips pressed softly onto his making the boy moan against them. You couldn't help but smile against his lips. "You're so cute." You mumbled in between two kisses. His hands wandered down your sides, resting right above your hipbones where he gripped your sweater. His tongue parted your lips, demanding entrance. You both moaned as your tounges touched. Renjun pushed you against the table as you pushed your fingers into his hair.

Then his hands wandered lower, below your thighs so he could help you sit on the table. Both of you paid no mind the all the pencils and brushes falling off the table, too immersed into each other. Renjun stepped in between your legs, making you push them further apart. He pulled his lips away from yours, foreheads still connected. You were both breathing heavily. His hard dick pushing against your warm core. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked at the handsome boy in front of you. His hair was a mess, swollen lips, eyes dark and filled with longing.

"You have no idea how badly I want you." He pressed a small kiss onto your cheek. "But we can't do this in here." You gave him a cheeky smile. "Why not?" Renjun rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to pull my dick out in the art classroom y/n." You pushed yourself closer to him, mouth against his neck. "Who said you have to take it out?" You mumbled, lips never leaving his sensitive skin. You quickly moved your hands to his waistband, opening the button of his jeans. You let your left hand glide down, palming him through his jeans, while your right hand played with the band of his underwear that was peeking out from under his jeans. Renjun moaned into your hair.

"Can I?" You asked, fingertips caressing the soft skin. Renjun let out another moan of approval and you slipped your hand below his waistband. His dick was already hard but felt still soft against your skin. You carefully wrapped your hand around him making him moan yet again. "Oh fuck." His head fell against your shoulder where he left small kisses in between moans.

You slowly started moving your hand further down rubbing your thumb over his already leaking tip. He shivered against you, the small movement bringing life back into his limps. He raised his head again looking you straight in the eyes. They were shining with lust which send a hot shiver down your spine.

"You're gonna kill me." he mumbled before he raised both hands to your shoulders. He carefully started pulling down the soft fabric of your big knitted sweater, revealing more and more skin to him. You nodded to his asking look and he pulled it further down your shoulder, revealing the lace bra you were wearing underneath. Renjun let out jet another moan before he pressed a kiss onto the fabric making you moan as well. Your hand kept moving in his pants, making his dick grow larger and larger, while his mouth kept liking over the light blue fabric of your bra, tinting it dark. His left hand started drawing circles over your neglected nipple, his other hand wandering down your side again, this time halting on your butt, squeezing the soft skin. His right hand now pushed down the lacey fabric until your boob was completely uncovered. He removed his mouth from your other nipple so he could look at you. He rubbed his thumb over the sensitive skin making you moan loudly.

Renjun smiled and pushed the other cup down as well. He gave you a cocky smile that disappeared as soon as you wrapped your hand more tightly around his dick. His hand now left your nipple, moving down your body until it reached the waistband of your leggings. You gave him another nod as his eyes asked for permission and he slipped his hand into your panties. His fingers quickly found the wet folds. Renjun cursed again, pushing his fingers in between them while you were still moving your hand up and down his dick. He carefully pushed a finger against your entrance, drawing small circles against the sensitive skin, before he finally pushed it inside of you. You threw your head back at the feeling and Renjun used the moment to pull one of your nipples back into his mouth while still caressing your insides with his soft finger.

Your hand his pants started moving quicker, both of you now completely caught up in each other. He slowly pushed another finger inside of you, both of you moaning simultaneously. "You're so fucking tight." He mumbled, lips still around your nipple. His dick was now completely hard in your hand, making it impossible for you to wrap it around him. You started rubbing your thumb over his tip again making him shake against you. He took your nipple in between his teeth and pulled on it making you scream. Renjun let go a giggled slightly, the fingers inside of you still moving relentlessly. "We're still in public baby." He smiled pressing a quick kiss onto your lips. "We'll then make me come so we can go to my apartment and you can make me scream as much as you want." You whispered back, completely aware of what your words did to Renjun.

His mouth went back to your chest without another word, his finger pumping in and out of you making obscene noises. His palm was pressing against your clit making you moan over and over again. You could feel his dick starting to pulsate in your hand while you also felt the heat rise in your stomach. "I'm gonna cum." You said, or screamed not in control of your own body anymore. Renjuns fingers moved even quicker, him moaning against your skin as well. He sucked your nipple into his mouth once again and your orgasm washed over you. With your free hand, you pushed his head closer to your chest. Your body was shaking while Renjun now caressed your clit with his thumb, making your orgasm even more intense.

Still shaking you could feel Renjun coming as well. Face buried in your chest, he whined loudly as he emptied his dick into your hands and his boxer shorts. You both kept caressing each other for a couple more seconds. You could have fallen asleep right on the spot, after the best orgasm you had ever had and with Renjuns skin still against yours.

Renjun carefully pulled his hand out of your pants. He couldn't help but stare at the glistening fingers, pushing one into his mouth so he could taste you. He could have come on the spot once again. You moaned at Renjuns face, pulling your hand out of his pants as well. You mirrored his actions, licking some of his cum off of your own fingers. You both just stared at each other, amazed by what had just happened.

You looked at him like you could read his thoughts, like you knew every little thing that was going on in his head. You gave him a sly smile. "You gonna draw me like one of your french girls?" You asked now with clean fingers. Renjun tried really hard not to think too much about what you just did. He let out a huff of air and took a step back to pull up his pants properly, trying to ignore the sticky feeling of his underwear.

"No." He mumbled while also pulling your sweater back into place, pressing a quick kiss against your soft lips. "But If you ask really nice I might try and paint 'starry night' onto your bedroom ceiling."