#in the process of writing a fic but it’s gonna take a bit with classes and also i’m just slow at writing especially fanfics

[ifyourereadingthisblinktwice]

made a playlist cover for my waning crescent playlist!! (sketches and playlist link under the cut)

this took way longer than it should have, i struggled so much with getting ava to look right in the final piece (i still like the sketches expression better but it’s ok! please ignore her hair tho. please). also feel free to give recommendations for the playlist of anyone had any, i love listening to new music (also check out my other riptide playlists i’m very proud of them)

[sweet3nerrr]

show me

- Jenna (cairo) is stressed about her writing and so you decide to help her

first fic :) based on the scene from millers girl KINDA LONG LOL

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you and cairo were sitting in her bedroom, rambling about how your days had been. she was working on an assignment, while you sat on her bed passing mindless comments. she took a long drag of her cigarette before letting out a sigh of frustration.

"you know even if you fail this class, youre still hot enough to marry some rich man babe", you winked leaning back on your arms. "you know I dont give a fuck about being hot, I give a fuck about being smart", she replied. she stared at you, letting her eyes linger on your face.

she looked visibly tense, like the project was causing her muscles to freeze every time she tried to type a word. blank. blank. blank. her mind was completely blank. "you need to relax", you said rolling your eyes playfully, attempting to lighten the mood. "is this why youre smoking by the way?, the stress?". she brought her cigarette up to her plump lips, inhaling as she held eye contact with you, a devilish smirk playing on her lips.

"you make smoking look hot", your tone low as you flirted with your best friend. "oh yeah?", her smirk even wider now. shooting each other looks, you leaned forward crossing your arms. "what's the subject?". she threw her head back, making a loud thud as her head hit the wall. "what's your greatest achievement to date?". she paused, glancing up at you with glossy eyes. "I mean, what the fuck am I supposed to say?". you watched as she swallowed, her neck outlining the frustration she forced down.

"well, youre gonna be valedictorian", "boring", she replied immediately. "you have a 4.6 gpa", "boring". "and, you've successfully...". her eyes widened as she shook her head waiting, desperate for an acceptable answer. "what?", her tone sharp. "and you've successfully, uhm, fuck well I guess youre just-", "fuckk", she replied closing her laptop forcefully and moved to lay on the bed next to you.

she ran her hands through her hair, eyes closed. "I think, I think you need to experience something", you mumbled, pulling at the fabric of her shirt. "oh yeah?, like what?". "something worth writing about", you trailed off, letting your hand creep along her stomach. "something I can help you with".

she got up, staring you dead in your eyes. she was so unbelievably pretty, to say she was hot was a severe understatement. "are you serious?", she finally said in that raspy tone that drove you mad. "dont fucking play with me right now", she added moving closer to you. you gave her a telling look, one that screamed to her you wanted her to fuck you.

within seconds she had you trapped beneath her, lips fighting against yours as soft whimpers escaped from both of you. her body snaked along yours, hips moving ever so slightly against you as she held herself up. breaking the kiss, you moved to her neck, feeling as her pulse beat out her throat. "fuck", she groaned as you sucked and bit at her skin, paving your way to her tits. one hand on her waist, the other skilfully undid the rest of her buttons, revealing her lace bra clinging to her toned body. "hid this from me?", you slurred as you took in the sight of her.

she sat up, taking the rest of her clothes off. you locked eyes momentarily, a dark hunger clouding her pupils. "turn around", she whispered, wiping her mouth. you were taken aback by how dominant she was being. "come on, turn around", she repeated flipping you over.

her lips met your back, biting into your shoulder blades as her hands ran the length of it. "so fucking pretty", she moaned before wrapping her hand around your thigh, inching closer and closer to your soaked pants. before you could process anything, her fingers shot electric through your body as they toyed with your swollen clit. "f-fuck", you moaned, gripping the sheets. you felt as she smiled against your skin, moving her fingers expertly. "so sensitive", you let out breathlessly as she sped up, increasing the pressure. "good, you can take it right?", her voice full of lust.

she pushed her fingers inside you, causing broken, dry moans to vibrate out of you, eyes shut impossibly tight. as she pumped in and out, her free hand came shamelessly around your neck, pulling your head up. "tell me how good it feels", she whispered in your ear, puling harder. you couldnt. the way she fucked into you, curling her fingers so perfectly on your spot had your mind completely shut off. pressure. fire. pleasure. the only things you could feel. "dont make me say it again", she growled as her teeth sank into your neck.

"fuckk, so good, im so-", your words were lost inside you. you were numb, numb all over. "fucking pathetic", she laughed as she released her grip from your throat and used it to torture your clit some more. the combination she gave you was blinding, youd never felt it before. clenching around her fingers, her pace only increased. "are you gonna cum?", she whined still so deep inside your pussy. "y-yeah is that-", "cum for me", she interrupted, moving her hand from your clit to your back, shoving you down into the bed.

"f-ukck oh my-m", was all she could hear as the sheets muffled your aching moans. she didnt need to hear how good she made you feel, the way your cum dripped off her fingers said enough. she held you there for a second before slowly pulling out and letting go of you. you turned around, showing her your fucked out expression. she let out a quiet whimper at how you looked, before licking her fingers clean. "you taste so good", she groaned before sitting next to you.

"that was definitely, my greatest achievement to date".

[kira-fluff]

More sharing the same bed hcs pls. those are really fun

of course, there's only one bed | fem!reader x osamu miya

a/n: i, too, indulge. 💕 I hope you like it. just realized this was one of my first fics. i love! sorry it's taken me so long to write this lol. it's been in my drafts for a MINUTE. also, i just decided to do osamu because it was getting too long to be more than just him lmao. i love him. i like to think he's a little bit of a smartass like his brother when he's really crushing on someone. a little sweet, but also plenty spicy. pairing: osamu miya x fem!reader tw: a lil' spicy mwah 💋 oh and language bc i can't not not say fuck you’re in love with him, but he doesn’t know that. then, of course, just because life hates you, you get stuck in a hotel room together on a group trip with him due to some “mix up”. and there’s only one bed. one. *sigh*… length: 2.5k pt 1

it was finally time for you to get some much needed rest. after you received your keycard from your class rep, you trudged languidly to the elevator with your luggage. at last you arrived at your door (you triple-checked to make sure it was, indeed, room 208). your card beeped, the door sensor's light turning green. sighing, you opened the door, expecting a room shrouded in darkness. instead, you are welcomed with the sight of osamu's broad, toned back, fresh out of the shower. naked. well, half-naked since he was wearing sweatpants (though you couldn't help but notice his boxers peeking slightly above his pants that lay low on his hips). your eyes grew wider as you watched the droplets of water drip down his spine. a big, veiny hand moved a towel through his dark hair. you swallowed. he turned around at the sound your presence. looking at you in a mixture of confusion and maybe, was that amusement? "lookin' for somethin'?" he questioned with an eyebrow raised. "ah, um. my room--" his brows furrowed, taking slow steps toward you. you backed away when he met your eyes, his chest centimeters away from pressing up against you. in your embarrassment, you missed a little smirk tip up his mouth. "lemme see it." you stared at him for a moment, processing his unbelievable propostion. "um, what?"

he breathed out a laugh. "yer keycard." you blinked, feeling foolish. flushing, you fumbled with the pocket of your jeans, at last presenting him with your keycard and its small envelope with the numbers "208" clearly written on the inside. "huh." was all he said, nodding to himself. "what do we do?" you asked nervously. you glanced toward the other side of the room, and indeed there was only one bed. one. you continued, "i mean... we can't share, can we? but this is supposed to be a fun trip so we won't get any sleep if one of us sleeps on the floor and there's not enough room in a different room and i think it's too late to wake someone up anyway and--" he stopped you with a gentle hand on your shoulder. "listen. don't worry 'bout it, 'kay?" gazing up at him, your quivering lip calmed, and you were able to take a small breath. your next breath caught in your throat, however, when you began collecting his things, grabbing his clothes, and stuffing them back in his bag. "osamu, what are you doing?" he looked at you incredulously, as if the answer was obvious. "'m packin' up my stuff. figure i can kick 'tsumu out of his room if i have to." "no, no, no! don't do that!" your voice growing louder, you rushed over to him, inadvertently placing your hand over his. "that's... you don't have to do that!!" his eyes met yours and remained there a moment longer than was probably necessary. then, he stood up, his hand brushing against yours. softly, he said, "well, 'm not gonna fight you on it." your heaving breaths calmed. "ok. ok. good. 'cause you don't need to do that." he laughed. "yer pretty scary when you're upset." "i'm not upset! i'm just... frazzled." his mouth quirked. "'frazzled?'" "well, i wasn't expecting a buff, naked guy to be in my hotel room!" nodding, he let out a hum of approval. "so you think i'm buff." you looked away. "that's-- anyway! where are we supposed to sleep?!" he thought for a moment. "hmm... probably on the bed. i think that's what they're used for." your gasped, "obviously! but, like, you're a man and i'm, you know..." "a woman?" he finished for you. "yes, and when men and women sleep together..." he held a hand up. "wait a minute. when you say 'sleep together', what exactly are ya thinkin' i'm gonna be doin'?" you, perhaps a little too aggressively, smack him on his annoyingly rock hard bicep. "normal sleeping, just normal sleeping! not--not whatever it is you're thinking right now." "'kay, then what's the problem?" you stare at him, exasperated. "because-- you know what? i'm just-- i'm gonna go shower." "alright. i'll be sure 't be ready fer ya." you think you might've choked on your spit a little. "shut up."

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teasing you was just too goddamn fun, he thought. well, it was fun until you stepped out of the bathroom. your hair wet, dripping down your shoulders. and you were wearing those fuckin' shorts that lifted up a bit at the sides, leaving your legs and most of your thighs bare. to make it all worse, you were wearing a shirt much too big for you, and when you moved your arms down to your sides, the shirt covered your shorts completely. you looked like you were naked behind that shirt, and... fuck. fuck. you leaned down to grab something from your bag, and the size of your shirt made the collar hang much to low, exposing him to the fact that you were not wearing a bra. is it gettin' hotter in here? shit. this was a terrible idea. he swallowed as you walked back to the bathroom, completely unaware of his horrifyingly lustful thoughts. as soon as you walked from eyesight, he jumped from his spot in the bed, no longer feeling smug. rushing toward the desk, he slammed his palms down onto the wood. dammit. breathe, man. breathe, he huffed in and out. the mirror above the desk reflected his expression: face flushed, chest rising and falling raggedly, pupils black as night. why you of all people? the girl he's had it bad for since, what, first year of junior high school? he refused to be the kind of guy that uses this sort of situation to his advantage. more than anything, he was fighting off a boner that he feared was most certain to come to your attention the moment you both lay down. "what are you doing?" you interrupted.

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osamu's head swiveled toward you. he honestly looked like he was in pain. did he hurt himself during the five seconds you spent brushing your hair? "'s nothin'." he replied, shaking his head. walking closer, you put a hand on his shoulder, realizing that while you were in the shower he'd put a shirt on. thankfully. "you look sick. are you okay?" "'m fine." he mumbled. your brows bent in concern. "you don't look fine." he looked deeply into your eyes, looking almost delirious. "don' worry 'bout it." his accent was becoming noticably thicker. you pouted, taking him by the hand. "come on, let's get you in bed." he sucked in a breath as you led him to large mattress, pushing him into a sitting position with your hands on his shoulders. he let out a strange, groaning noise when you pushed him further onto the plush cushion on the bleach-white sheets. "that's it, 'samu. just like that, now close your eyes." his breath shuddered when you placed your cold palm on his eyes, willing him to sleep away his apparent sickness. "'m not sick." you shushed him. "yes you are. look, you're sweating." you brushed his hair away from his forehead. suddenly, he grabbed your wrist, sitting up. his eyes met yours, blazing with a message you couldn't quite make out. "are ya tryin' to drive me crazy?" "what do you mean?" "i'm really tryin' 't hold back here." "hold back what?" he stared at you, no reply. then, he simply sighed, shook his head and laid down. his head turned away from you. you got the message. he was mad at you. you pressed your lips together. it was late anyway. you should just try to get some sleep and forget about the fact that the man you've loved for years is right next to you and he's upset.

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after turning off the light, you slipped under the covers, sighing when at last your head hit the pillow. you both lay in silence for a moment before osamu spoke. "'m sorry." "you didn't do anything wrong. you're mad at me because i was too pushy. i get it." "nah. it's my bad. i just... ya kinda make me lose control sometimes." through the darkness you saw him run his fingers through his dark locks. you turned your body toward his, propping your head up with a hand. "when you say that -- you lose control -- what do you mean?" he breathed out a laugh. "i don't think ya wanna know, sweetheart." your heart jumped at the affectionate nickname. leaning closer to him, you whispered, "but what if i do wanna know?" you could see even at night that his eyes were screwed shut, like he was in agony. "yer gonna regret it. trust me." leaning closer, so close your faces were mere inches apart, you said softly, "but what if i don't?" his throat worked, looking at you lying above him, shrouded in darkness only illuminated by the moon that shown through the cracks of the drawn curtains. "then, i guess i'd just hope ya wouldn't hate me." you opened your mouth to reply but instead let out a quiet gasp as his palm made its way to your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. you closed your eyes, and realizing you were holding your breath, you sighed breathily. "i dont..." you said as his thumb trailed down you cheek to your jawline. "i don't think i could ever hate you." you were completely frozen. stuck in this moment of time. your faces so close if you moved just a little bit, your lips would meet. his thumb wandered from your jawline to your bottom lip. when he rubbed his thumb across your soft, inviting lips, he let out a gutteral moan. you fought the urge to rub your legs together. "i really shouldn't be doing this." he said suddenly. and yet he didn't draw his hand away. not that you would've let him. realizing your disadvantage, you lifted your fingers, tracing the muscles of his neck. it is only fair that i get to touch you, too. his breath grew more rapid at your touch, as you made your way from his neck to his torso. feeling a bit bolder, you at last replied: "maybe i want you to."

instantly, his hands grasped at your waist, lifting you onto him until your thighs hugged either side of him. from this position, you could not only see his eyes more clearly, but you could feel him. "do ya see what i mean? 's fuckin' insane, i know. 'm sorry." you turned your gaze away from him. if he was insane, then that made two of you. "i don't think this feels all too bad, though?" you said, leaning down and blantantly feeling your hands around his chest. you were keenly aware of what you were also rubbing against in the process. osamu hissed through his teeth. "don't say that." "mmm, why not?" you asked, fighting a smile. "'cause it's the exact kinda shit 'm sayin' is makin' me go crazy." your hands skirted from his chest to either side of his torso, squeezing. "but i kinda like it when you're like this." "'m tryna be a gentleman. yer not playin' fair." he said, grunting. you moved closer, your mouth just above the shell of his ear. "are you really the only one who's holding back?" swallowing, he pushed you back away from his face. surprised, you looked down in embarrassment, your courage leaving you. that is, until you felt the heated touch of his palms on your arms, and you were flipped onto the bed sheets. his body lay above you, his breath coming out in short pants. it was like you both came to the same conclusion simultaneously. and with it, came your signed agreement in the form of his lips crashing against yours. it was in no way a kiss of a gentleman. he leaned impossibly closer as he pressed his mouth further onto yours, deeper. he licked your lips, coaxing them open and tasting you, letting out a little "huh", like he'd discovered the answer to something that had long since piqued his curiosity. you didn't dare to speak; whenever your lips parted you could only gasp a breath before he pulled your face back to meet his lips. somewhere along the way his hands had trailed down to your hips, lifting you up until you were both in a sitting position, you in his lap. it was like you were a feast, and he was fucking starving. it wasn't enough. he wanted more. though, if you were being honest, you did, too.

you moved to straddle him, and with it sliding your hips against him with purpose. he gasped against your mouth, one hand squeezing your waist, the other lost in the mess of your hair. immediately he responded to your movements with a hand trailing down to grab at your ass, earning a gasp of your own. at last he pulled away (for longer than 2 seconds), a complete mess. eyes blown wide. lips swollen. hair tosled. "'ve wanted ya like this for so long. so fuckin' perfect. better than i pictured it." you threw your arms around his neck, resting your head against his chest. "I've wanted you too. like this. and, well, other stuff." he laughed. "betcha haven't had as many dreams." "maybe not, but i've imagined it plenty of times while awake." he let out a defeated huff. "why 'm i always losin' to ya." you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck, humming. "maybe cuz i'm just that good." "fuck yeah ya are." he said, resting his palm against your back and gently laying you back down onto the soft bed. "and 'm gonna prove it to ya." "oh?" his hands found the waistband of your shorts. meeting your eyes once again, you nodded in approval. that was all he needed to take you. touch you. show you just how good you make him feel. how lovely, how beautiful, how perfect you are.

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you hissed at the sunlight that obviously didn't understand that the purpose of the curtains being drawn was to keep it out of view. an arm wrapped securely over your chest pushed you deeper against his body. you briefly thought of pretending to be asleep, just to embrace the peaceful morning for a little while longer...when you felt a hand begin to explore your body. you lifted your eyes, finding his expression dull as if still in a deep slumber. but his fingers were rubbing up and down your boob, so you were fairly certain he was completely awake. probably. though, maybe his body was moving out of muscle-memory at this point. you did spend all night getting fucked into next week. you moved to get up, but his arm chained up down, pushing you further against him with a frustrated groan. something very warm and very big and very hard was pushing against your ass. "'samu--" you started before he groaned again, louder. he rubbed his face into the crook of your neck. "not yet. just wanna feel ya a little bit longer." it's not like you could argue with him, right? "'mkay. just a little bit longer."

a/n: screaming crying throwing up i was like "oh i'll just write a little nice thing and it turned into this. bruh. also to me at least i think osamu gets reaaaally flirty with a girl he likes but is simultaneously trying sooo hard to be understanding and i love him so much

[konpeitonom]

college! dating headcanons for grant curly. pt1

sfw— lowercase intended ^_^

fem reader —

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; majority of these are self indulgent, and an excuse to take a break from my finals! the people on tumblr need my mediocre headcanons. not proofread im lazy. there *was* gonna be a nsfw section but i guess only if the people rlly want that..

— god he would be so unbearable at first. he’d try and find an excuse to hang out with you and that excuse would be studying. like, whether or not you guys live on the same floor in the dorms or just in the same class he’d always be like..

— “hey do you have notes for ___”, “do you wanna study with me in the commons?” “what grade did you get on the paper? we should compare next time”

— he would be so annoying about it and he wouldn’t even realize. sorry. haha.

— he’d just chalk it up to him being a bit more comfortable with you, you’re easy to talk too! but in reality he just needed reasons to see you. and what better excuse than classes?

— as a study partner however. maybe you get things done. most of the time you do. him however? he kinda needs someone to keep him in check. if hes alone he’ll end up doodling on all his papers and have to go back to a far away building to reprint his assignments.

— he’d doodle animals i think. big animal guy. he’d compare you to animals he thinks are cute and you may or may not take offense to that. it’s his way of flirting, honest!!

— i think after awhile he’d be more open to inviting you to other things. i’d start with school events then movies then maybe walks in a park nearby! he is not dense, if you seem uninterested he’ll back off.

— once you two start going on dates (whoever confesses first, it is up to you..) but nonetheless, he will insist on paying first. at least for the first few. if you don’t intervene he’ll pay for all. haha. it’s just how he was raised.

— cute cheap things though. like maybe a drive in movie theater, or ice cream, or walking around a pretty area downtown.

— he seems like a mint chocolate chip guy. the type to deny that it tastes like toothpaste. it’s just mint!! that or something healthy. as healthy as ice cream could get.

— he would play some kind of sport. i do not know a thing about sports, so i’ll leave it at that. he’d want someone who’d come to his games and support him and be there!! being there is the way he feels most loved, most likely.

— he would get injured so easily. whether that be from sports or him just being clumsy he is susceptible for injury- someone out there is out to get him.

— he’d like it if you patched him up. he likes being taken care of too! after a few times he’d just end up feeling bad and do it himself, but if you insist he wouldn’t mind that either..

— i also mentioned in my general headcanons that he is a morning person. in college that is true as well, but he would be taking the fattest afternoon naps. you, friends, family, school, work, sports… he is taking a nap.. maybe join him!!

— this is a common occurrence in curly fics. but he is the big spoon. he likes squeezing and squishing you like a plush doll.

— with all that on his shoulders he is not the best at managing his time. he would be extremely apologetic if he was late in anyway to a date and such but it’s bound to happen.

— he is friends with other girls. sorry. i think it is a green flag if a guy can be friends and only friends with girls. just means they view girls as more than a potential girlfriend. he’d never give you a reason to worry about him cheating, but if you had any sort of insecurity he’d adjust that thought process of his or just give you extra reassurance!

— during finals/mid-terms he is extra attentive to you. it is a stressful time for him but that must also mean it’s stressful for you too. small things like getting you food when you’re studying, making sure you’re taking breaks.

— ideal college bf. need a guy like him.. sob.

[orangeaurora]

Steve Harrington | Spidey 🕷️

Summary: You get stuck with Steve Harrington as your lab partner in your college biology class but he never seems to show up to class or make time for important homework assignments.

Imma call this aaaaa “people who love to bicker but actually love each other” fic because reader and Steve aren’t mean enough to each other to be considered enemies. :p ALSO! I will GLADLY write a part 2 of this so lemme know 🥰

Author’s note: I haven’t written anything in so long but I love this idea and had to write it myself. I hope you enjoy. 🧡

Warnings: getting cat called, and slightly grabbed (a man grabs your wrist hard but that’s as far as it goes), slight angst, cussing, uhhhh I think that’s it??

Word count: 3.9k

You sat in the cool air of your dorm room, focused on the biology homework in front of you as your roommate Robin was quickly flipping through channels on the TV to find something to watch. “-and Spider-Man!”, you hear quickly before the channel is changed again and your eyes are adverted to Robin. “Hey! Go back!” You say excitingly as Robin shrugs and goes back a few channels. “Okay, stop!” Your eyes light up as J. Jonah Jameson is going on another rampage about the city’s new hero.

“What… this?? I hate this guy.” You shake your head and laugh. “No, not the news guy! Spider-Man!” Robin rolls her eyes and smiles slightly, like she knows something that you don’t. “Ew. You know, there could be a complete weirdo underneath that mask and you wouldn’t even know it.” You shrug and go back to doing your homework. “Doesn’t matter to me.”

“Oh suuuure…” Robin says under her breath. “Huh?” You say with your eyebrows furrowed not actually sure of what Robin had said. “What? Oh, nothing!” She smiles and quickly fills her mouth with a handful of popcorn so she can’t talk anymore.

A few hours later Robin had left the dorm room to go take a shower and you hear a quick, melodic knock on the door. You sigh and stand up from the comfy spot in your bed and shuffle yourself to the door. As you approach the door you hear the sound of small items hitting the floor, followed by a mumbled, “oh, shit, fuck… SHIT!” You swing the door open to reveal Steve Harrington dropping a bunch of boxed candy and bags of popcorn on the floor. His fit frame bent down, picking up everything quickly. “Sorry I’m late, Robin, I got caught up with Spi- OH!” He jumps slightly before finally gathering himself and looks up at you, his smile dropping. “It’s you.” He stands up straight and shrugs, and scoots past you into your dorm room.

“Yeah, come right on in!” You say with a scoff as Steve lays all his stuff on Robin’s bed. “Hm… finally here to do our biology lab, Harrington?” He scoffs and starts pulling out a bunch of movies from his backpack. “Hell no. It’s horror movie night for Robin and I.” His back stays turned away from you as he talks, your eyes burning into the back of his head the whole time. Your arms cross over your chest as you lean your back against your bed. “Soooo, lemme get this straight, you don’t show up for class, you never show up to our study sessions, and now you can’t even help with the lab that YOUR name is gonna be on… even if you didn’t do any of it?” He shrugs and finally turns around to look at you. “Yeah, sounds about right.” He takes a step towards you. “Look, I’m sorry. I’ll figure out how to be included in the lab somehow, okay?” Your eyes narrow at him as you process what he’s saying.

“No you won’t.” You say flatly. Steve’s eyebrows furrow at you, his eyes looking a little bit shocked. “Wh-what do you mean?” You roll your eyes again before grabbing some of your stuff and a blanket. “You say that every homework assignment. I’m tired of picking up the slack for you.” You slug your backpack over your shoulder before walking towards the door. “It’s almost midnight! Where are you going?!” Steve says as he slightly raises his voice, annoyed with you. “To finish our lab, ya know? The one that’s due in…8 hours.” You look at a fake watch on your wrist before opening the door, revealing Robin only a few feet away from your dorm room. “Hey, idiot, where are you going?” Robin says with a smile as you walk right past her. “Enjoy your movie night.” You say to both of them as you make your way to the library.

As you reach the library, you couldn’t help but feel as if there were eyes on you the whole way there. It was a Sunday night on a college campus, lots of kids were finally returning to their dorms after a weekend of partying, but there was no reason to feel unsafe. You shake the feeling before finally finding a study room to finish your lab in peace. Thankfully you get super focused, not allowing your mind to wonder about the interaction you had just had with Steve or about the anxious feeling you had felt only a moment before. Only an hour later, you finished your assignment and smiled. Though, as you look at the top of the page where your name was written in nice, neat handwriting, you freeze for a second, tapping your pencil on the table as you think before sighing, and quickly writing, “Steve Harrington”, right next to yours.

You quickly close your notebook before you can change your mind and shove it into your backpack. The anxious feeling suddenly comes back as you realize you’re the only one in the library. You shake your head and quickly grab your things and start to make your way back to your dorm. Before you can make it to your dorm building you hear a whistle and freeze. “Hey, pretty thing!” Someone yells out and you continue walking. “Oh, come on, I just want to talk!” The voice is getting closer and closer to you as your feet start to move as fast as they can. Unfortunately, you weren’t walking fast enough as there is now a very drunk college boy walking parallel with you. “What? A guy can’t compliment a girl anymore?” He takes a slug of his drink before turning towards you. “Hm, thanks but I’m not interested. Have a good night.” He scoffs. “Come on! It won’t hurt to give me the time of day.” “It might…” you mumble under your breath before feeling a tight grip on your wrist. “What did you say?” He says between gritted teeth. “N-nothing!” Your voice gets louder but before he can respond, another voice is heard from above.

“Now is that any way to treat a lady?” Both you and the man, who’s grip on you loosens, look above you to reveal a figure perched up on a light post. The voice is sarcastic but playful as he shoots his hand out and releases a silk like substance from his hand, throwing the man away from you onto the ground. You stay frozen in your place, not sure if it’s out of fear or confusion. “Wha-?” You can’t even finish your sentence as the perched figure stands and jumps down besides you, your eyes going wide. “S-spider-man?” Your eyes light up as a smile appears on your face.

“Oh! Seems I have a fan?” The tone of the masked man is fun yet comforting, and it reminds you of honey. “Don’t get too close.” He says with a laugh as he walks towards the drunk boy who is still plastered on the ground. The masked man makes his way to the boy and webs him to the floor before crouching next to him. “Now, let’s use our big boy words and tell the girl you’re sorry? Okay?” The boy quickly nods before shaking and looking over at you. “S-sorry.” He looks over at Spider-Man, who’s shaking his head at him. “Hm… one more time. Like you mean it.”

“I’m really sorry, ma’am.” The boy looks back at Spider-Man for approval. “Much better.” Spider-man pats him on the shoulder before standing up, “Enjoy your time outside tonight!” He says as he looks down at the boy still webbed to the ground before turning his attention to you.

“Do me a favor, princess?” You nod your head, mouth slightly agape as you stand in shock still. “Go get to your dorm safely.” He points behind you as he walks backwards, never letting his back turn from you until you start walking away. You clutch your books to your chest before quickly turning around again to see if he is still there. Your heart is beating so fast that you can feel it in your throat, but you still manage to yell a clear, “Spider-Man?” In his direction. He turns back around and looks at you, walking backwards again.

“Thank you…” you say with a small smile. “Anything for you.” He yells back before swinging into the shadows. As soon as you turn around to walk into your building, you bite your lip and smile. “Oh Robin’s gonna love this.” You mumble underneath your breath.

As soon as you open the door to your dorm room, you feel an anxious energy flood over you. Your smile fades as you look over at Robin pacing back and forth and chewing on her nails. As she makes eye contact with you, her eyes light up. “Oh my god, you’re okay! I mean…” she puts her hair behind her ear. “Of course you’re okay, why wouldn’t you be okay? You were just at the library. At the library… in the dark! And I’m really scared of the dark so… in reality I’m just projecting my own fears!! I’m just being silly.” Robin laughs nervously as she sits on her bed. Staring at you with an awkward smile.

“Ooookay.” You say with a small laugh as you sit on your bed that’s across from her. Your smile grows bigger as you two sit in silence. “Oh, god, what??” Robin says with an amused but also grossed out tone. “IsawSpider-Mantonight.” You say under your breath super quickly. Robin squints her eyes at you. “I can’t hear a word you’re saying.” She says as she leans her head in closer to you. “Spider-Man. I just saw him… right now. He… he talked to me, Robin.” Your voice grows louder and louder as you speak, excitement spilling from your body.

Robin rolls her eyes as she lays back into her bed, slamming her back into the mattress. “Oh Jesus Christ, that’s what’s got you all riled up?” If only you could see the smirk on her face. “Robin, he saved me from this super creepy guy… and then called me princess.” Robin sits up from her parallel position and looks at you. “Ew.” She frowns.

Now it was your turn to roll your own eyes as you laugh and throw one of your pillows at her. “Whatever.” She laughs now too and throws one of her pillows back. “I’m happy for you, idiot.” She smiles as she lays down and pulls her blanket over her body. “Now go to bed and dream about your little spider boy.” She giggles and lays her head on her pillow, you mirroring her actions. “Oh I plan on it.” You mumble and fall into a deep sleep, every dream including the masked man who saved you tonight.

When you wake up in the morning, you quickly check your phone to see what time it is, and it immediately puts you into a panic. “Shit!” You say as you throw your blanket off of your body and pick up a pair of dirty jeans off of the floor and tug them up your legs. “What… are… you doing?” Robin grumbles as she covers her face with her pillow. “My stupid lab is due today and class starts in like…10 minutes.” You scoff as you pull a t-shirt over your head. “And lord knows Steve isn’t gonna show up and present anything so if I’m late that means both of us are going to get zeros.” Robin groans as she turns over in her bed. “Good luck.” She says as she throws a thumbs up over at you. “Mmhmm… thanks, R.” You quickly run your fingers through your hair as you shrug with approval and grab all your things, making your way quickly out of your dorm and to your class.

You had never walked faster to a class in your life. Your feet were moving a million miles a minute as you approached your classroom. That is until you hear a voice from beside you. “You look like you’re in a rush.” You stop in your tracks as you look at the boy and scoff. “Wow, decided to show up today, huh?” You look up at him, Steve. He shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets. “Decided I had enough time for you today I guess.” Your eyes squint at him for only a moment before you scoff. “Okay, Harrington.”

You shake your head as you quickly dig through your backpack and pull out the notebook that had your lab written in it, slapping it in Steve’s hands. “Review that as we walk.” You say as your feet start moving towards your classroom again. “You have a lot to catch up on. Come on, looks like we are both in a rush.”

Steve quickly follows behind you as he looks down at the lab in his hands, a smile forming on his face. “You know you really don’t have to give me credit for any of this… you shouldn’t.” You shrug as you look up at him. “You’re smart, Steve. I know you are. You just… are occupied. It’s okay. I’ll cover for you.” You smile up at him as he looks down at you with a glimmer in his eyes, the sun hitting off of the rim of his glasses perfectly.

“We could make a deal? I’ll do the next lab by myself. I promise.” You can’t help but laugh at Steve’s words as you shake your head. “Yeahhh not holding you to that promise, Harrington. Though, I do appreciate the offer.” Steve stops walking for a second, softly grabbing your wrist. “No, I’m serious, please, let me make it up to you.” Your eyebrows furrow as your eyes meet his, seriously considering his offer. “Fine. Pinky promise me, Steve Harrington.” Steve rolls his eyes as he holds out his pinky. A sweet smile on his face as a curl falls down into his face. “Pinky promise.” He slightly whispers as you two lock fingers. As your fingers lock and your eyes meet one another’s, you feel a flutter in your chest. It feels like time is frozen until you both get knocked out of whatever trance you’re in with each other when Steve looks down at his watch that’s on the hand that is currently interlocked with yours. “Okay but seriously we should probably get to class.” You release your hand from his as you nod quickly. “Mhmm, yeah. Class.”

As you and Steve are waiting for your turn to present, you can see Steve getting antsy. His leg shakes up and down as he chews on his thumb nail, his eyes staying in one place, his face showing that though his body is in the classroom, his mind is not. “Hey…” you whisper over at him. “Relax. We’re gonna do fine.” Steve looks at you confused. “Hm? I know that.” He shakes his head and goes back to chewing on his nails, his eyes darting down at his watch over and over again. You start to grow nervous that Steve might walk out on you right now. It wouldn’t be the first time. Finally, your names are called to present your lab and Steve sighs in relief, quickly standing up.

You guys present your lab almost perfectly, besides the fact that Steve could not slow down his speech, making it known he was in a rush. As soon as you said the last word of your presentation, Steve darted out the door. You smile at your professor awkwardly and then to your classmates. “Thank you…” you say quietly as you make your way back to your seat. The seat next to you now uncomfortably empty.

As soon as class is over you close your books and make your way to your dorm. You are incredibly thankful that you have no more classes for the day as you walk through campus. You can feel your throat start to close as tears brew in your eyes. Just once you wanted Steve to actually care. So many missed homework assignments, so many missed presentations, and now, finally when Steve shows up, he reminds you once again that none of this matters to him. Did you matter to him? Why would you? He’s Robin’s friend. You’re just his lab partner. You somehow wished you were more. After almost a whole year of being put on the back burner by Steve Harrington, you still expected more from him. Wanted more from him. You quickly wipe the tears that fall down your cheeks before a voice is heard from above.

“Hey, princess!!” The voice yells down. You jump slightly before looking up and seeing your favorite masked hero looking down at you. “Why the long face, sweetheart?” You laugh softly, wiping your tears clean off of your face. “I think you have better things to do than help a girl with her feelings.” You yell back with a smile. Spider-Man quickly jumps down and takes up the space right next to you. He shrugs, “my job comes with many responsibilities.” He starts to count on his fingers as he speaks. “Beating up bad guys, helping old ladies get their cats out of trees…helping old ladies cross the street, OH and watching pretty girls walk home.” One of your eyebrows goes up as your face contorts into amusement.

“Oh so I have a stalker now?” Even though the man has a mask on, you can feel the worry on his face as he gasps. “What? No… no! That’s not what I meant! You know that’s not what I meant!” He says awkwardly and in a panic as he puts his hand on his head. “I just mean… you know, you never know what could happen because of that… creepy guy the other night.” He leans his back on the wall of the building you guys are standing next to, trying to be slick and cover up what he had said. You can’t help but laugh as you step closer to him. “Well then I guess I’m honored.” As you look at the masked man, you can’t help but feel a longing for him. You want to know his secrets, what he looks like. His favorite color and favorite movie. You want to know him. Not Spider-Man, but the man in the mask. Your smile fades as you look toward your dorm building.

“Well, I shouldn’t keep you. It’s uh, it’s sweet of you to check on me.” You start to walk backwards, making your way to your dorm. Spider-Man sighs as he throws out his hand and swings back up to the light post he was on only minutes ago. “Don’t be a stranger.” He yells down. “How could I be??? You’re stalking me, remember??” You yell back at him as he shakes his head and laughs. “In your dreams, princess!” He yells one last time before swinging away. Oh if only he knew.

You spend the rest of the day longing for another interaction with Spider-Man. Just from the two small interactions you had, he made you feel like you mattered. As you sit cuddled up in your comforter, you can hear laughter approaching your room before Robin walks in with Steve. “Oh, sorry dingus number two! I didn’t know you’d be home yet.” You sigh as you sit up and look at them both. “No problem.” A small smile forms on your lips as Steve looks over at you. He waves and scratches his neck nervously. Robin looks at you both and rolls her eyes with a loud groan. “Oh get over it already you two. I can not have my two best friends be this awkward with each other all the time. It’s killing me!” She grabs a few popcorn bags and walks towards the door again. “I’m going to the lounge to make this. You two…” she points at you both back and forth, “work this out right now. She’s joining us for movie night tonight.” Steve looks at Robin with furrowed brows and slumped shoulders, almost begging her not to leave. Like they both know something you don’t and they are communicating with their minds.

Robin tilts her head at Steve and he rolls his eyes with a quiet, “okay, fine, fine…” leaving his lips, his hands going up in surrender. Robin quickly makes her way out of the dorm room, slamming the door behind her. You can’t help but laugh at her dramatics, Steve joining in right after. “Awkward? Pft… we aren’t awkward.” Steve says as he leans against Robin’s bed, arms crossed over his chest. You smile at him and roll your eyes before pointing between the two of you. “Oh, this isn’t awkward?” He shakes his head with a smug smile. “Nah…” he laughs before sighing and looking down at the ground. “I’m sorry… about earlier. I wish I could make it up to yo-,”

“Don’t worry about it.” You quickly cut him off, not wanting to get upset, but Steve shakes his head. “No, I am worried about it. I’m sorry.” You frown slightly at him before speaking. “I just want to know why, Steve. I know I’m just your lab partner, but…” you shake your head at your own words. Steve squints slightly at you, wanting you to keep going. “But what?”

You scoff again. “Nothing. Seriously. You have better things to do, I understand that.” Steve frowns back at you now as he glides his hand through his hair. “I just wish I could explain…” you shrug at him. “There’s nothing to explain, Steve. You have your life, I have mine.” Steve pushes his glasses up his face before sticking his hands in his pockets. “Whatever you say, princess.” You smile as you look down in your lap, but suddenly a voice in the back of your head repeats the word princess back to you. It’s not the word, it’s the way he said it. It’s not mocking you, it’s sweet…like honey. You freeze, mouth going slightly dry as your head shoots up to look at him, eyes going wide in shock. The nickname, of course you’ve heard it before.

“What?” Steve says with a small chuckle, noticing the way you're suddenly studying his face. The chuckle that leaves Steve’s lips suddenly sounds familiar to you. He’s busy all the time because he is Spider-Man. A voice says in your head before you shake it away. “Nothing…nothing! We’re good, Steve, I promise.” Your mind is still running wild. You try your best to hide your thoughts, not wanting to look crazy. Steve smiles and holds out his pinky, just like earlier. “Pinky promise?” You take a deep breath before locking fingers with him again. “Pinky promise.” You smile and just as you’re about to say something else, Robin barges in the room with two bowls full of popcorn, she smiles wildly as she looks at your fingers interlocked. “Awwww… dingus one and dingus two just needed some alone time!” She says as you and Steve both roll your eyes and let go of each other’s hands. You look over at Steve one more time, his curly hair dangling in his face, his glasses perfectly framing his face, and you can’t help but smile.

Maybe your connection with Spider-Man ran deeper than just having a crush on a masked superhero. Maybe he’s been in front of you this whole time and you’ve never realized it. Whether your sudden realization was real or not, Steve Harrington had his secrets, but so did everyone else. Maybe you’d never know who was behind the masked hero, but suddenly, it didn’t matter.

[raeofsunrise]

skate to me

pairing: clapton davis x gn!reader

summary: !BASED OFF A REQUEST I FORGOT TO ATTACH THIS TO! clapton was absolutely astonished when he saw that the person who skated right by him in the hallway was right here, next to him, in his science class.

warnings: light cursing, i think?? i’m not fucking sure at this point

word count: 1.0k

author’s note: so sorry it took me like a whole month to get back! 😭this has been crazy ass couple of months, and i just couldn’t get anything out if i tried. i honestly think that i might take a break on writing for clapton and characters like mike, simply because i don’t think i have any motivation to write for them. i don’t wanna let you guys down, but i also don’t wanna write crappy fics, either. i’ll say on a separate post who i’ll be writing for. thanks so much for your guys support! and with that, enjoy ☆

clapton thought he was the only one who skated through the hallways of grizzly lake highschool. it wasn’t like he gatekeeped it or anything, but it was his thing. and everyone knew that.

so when he felt you brush against him in the hallway this morning, he barely got a glimpse of your shoes and purple hoodie before you skated away. it frustrated him—

wait, skated?

he thought he was crazy. he had to have hallucinated those rollerskates. but the sound when you rushed by him, those had to have been rollerskates. but nobody else but him did that. that was his thing. besides his ego being a bit affected, he was more excited than anything. maybe he could make a new friend. he’d never met anyone else who skated, especially at school. but where did you go? no, more importantly, what class were you in? clapton was not famous for being patient, so this would be difficult.

he begrudgingly made his way to science class, upset that he might not see you until passing period, where the hallway would be filled with what felt like thousands upon thousands of people. no way he was gonna see you during that. and if he tried to find you during lunch? he’d definitely look like a total creep. so this was a lose lose situation. he’d never be able to talk to the stranger with the skates.

this made clapton’s walk to class even more frustrating. throughout the whole day, all he could hope for was to hear your skates against the ground. but he didn’t. not once. it was the end of the day, and he was heading to his last class. clapton was just about done with everything when he saw a pair of skates next to a desk. and just above that desk was a purple hoodie. and even more above that was probably the most gorgeous person he’d ever seen.

he was practically just standing and staring in the doorway. of course you weren’t staring back at him, he thought. you were busy listening to music and getting ready for class, getting your notebooks and everything.

clapton didn’t move until another student shoved him out of the way so they couldd get through, muttering something under their breath in the process. clapton couldn’t care less, though. because there was an open seat next to you and what perfect timing was it that he was the only person who hadn’t sat down yet? this coincidence made him believe that maybe there was a god. maybe it was you.

his mood an entire 180 from how it was less than 2 minutes ago, he sat down right next to you, waiting for you to notice him like an excited child.

not noticing someone had sat next to you, you weren’t expecting someone to be right next to you. normally, as far as first days go, people liked to haze the new kid. so someone looking eager to talk to you was not a good sign.

“hi,” you say slowly, going to look at him.

“hey there, gorgeous.” he said. as soon as that came out of his mouth he knew that was a big yikes. (ayo?? 😟)

your eyes widened. what the hell was his problem?

“woah, coming off a little strong there, aren’t we?” you ask.

how could he save this already trainwreck of a conversation? if he could even call it that.

“sorry, don’t know why i said that. i just, uh,”

shit, shit, shit! think of something clapton!

“you skate, right? that’s pretty cool. i do, too.” he held up his skate board.

still suspicious and not at all buying this “no ill-intentions” act, you pull your skates closer to your desk.

“yeah, i do.”

he continues, “well i just thought that since we both skate we could—“

but he was cut off, as class had apparently started while you two were conversing and your teacher was not happy with either of you.

clapton heard the teacher say both of your last names, followed by a very stern “detention!”

this wasn’t anything surprising to him, but one look at you told him that this was not how you were expecting your first day to go.

you rolled your eyes and shot him a dirty look.

“thanks a lot, davis.”

so instead of a trainwreck, his attempt to talk to you was a total and complete fuck-up.

great.

——————

the end of class came painstakingly slow, and he saw you hurrying to head out so you didn’t have to walk to detention with him. i mean, could he blame you. he practically screwed over your entire day.

clapton always took himself as an optimist, so maybe he could still save this. right?

as you put on your skates, unaware that this might land you in even more trouble, you felt someone tap you on your shoulder.

there was nobody else left in the classroom besides you and the person who you did not wanna see. so you turn around, and with no surprise, there was the douche who landed you in detention.

“oh, are you here to get me suspended, too?” you ask.

he couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“yeah, i deserve that. sorry about all…this, by the way. i really didn’t mean for you to get in trouble.” he said.

damn, you thought. he’s not a bad actor.

you smiled a not-so-friendly smile back at him. “sure, you didn’t.”

you try to skate away and out of the classroom, but he catches up to you on his skateboard.

“no, seriously! i just wanted to talk to you. i’ve never met anyone who also skates, and i just thought you were really cool and pretty and—“

you stopped skating ahead of him a while ago, but he didn’t notice that, so he kept skateboarding right into an open locker’s door.

you let out a laugh that definitely let every teacher in the vicinity know you weren’t where you were supposed to be right now, but you couldn’t help it.

clapton got up, rubbing the side of his face.

you walk up to him and pat him on the cheek.

“okay, i believe you.” you say, crossing your arms afterwards.

he lets out a smile that you’re pretty sure you’re gonna have to get used to.

“anything i can do to make it up to you?” he asks.

you take off your backpack and shove it in his arms.

“carry this for me?” you say.

“that’s the least i can do.”

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hello!!!

Welcome back! =D

Part 2

Warning: long, long post (also a part 2 but I think y'all are used to it by now-) 😊😅

MattMick!! Also, Beer looking between them like that and Q and Toey peeking from behind cracked me up hehe

Also, does that mean Beer is single? Wait, maybe he's aroace. That'd be really cool.

I did see some hints of a throuple of him and MattMick, but I'm happy with either option.

SO CUTE 🥺🫶🏼

Poor QToey 😭

Their romantic moment got rained on so hard-

Exhibit: Here you can see three males from the species Homo sexuals. Two of them are already mated, and the third is in the courting process. We think the other male is interested too.

Oh- But I thought- oh, this makes sense actually. So the others know. I mean not really surprising when you think about it, to be honest.

With his unprecedented levels of obliviousness? Yeah, no, I get where you're coming from, Chain.

That's your biggest concern about getting a penguin?? 😭😭

Why does Peem look like the exasperated mom friend of the group 😭

After all the tiny crumbs of the past *checks notes* 8262 eps, this is a lot of progress.

HANDS. (I will never stop screaming about hands.)

Cuteee

Peem, babe, he hardly ever goes to class anyways. He's too busy following you around like a puppy.

Me, who holds handholding above everything else (yes, even sex): *DEEP BREATHS THROUGH THE NOSE* I'm fine. *SMOKE COMING OUT OF EARS* Totally fine.

Nothing to say, just a really good shot. (Also, Phuwin's exasperated smile seemed too real and then I learned Pond improvised that scene and yeah, that explains it)

ChainPun: only two people with matching pillow cases

QToey: missing (me?) [Sorry I couldn't resist 😭]

TanFang: peacefully asleep

PhumPeem: chronic insomnia, aggravated by Tan's snores

Matt: cuddling Mick

Beer: dreaming of him and his friends and their boyfriends all graduating with good grades

ChainPun. <33

Let me wrap this moment in my memory forever. (I tried to adjust the lighting a bit but it didn't really work out 😭)

AJSSHUJKJ!!!!! THEY GIVE ME TWO MAKE OUT SESSIONS WITHIN THE SPAN OF LIKE 4 MINUTES AND EXPECT ME TO BE SANE ABOUT IT???

No.

Look, we all expected this. I even said on record I wouldn't survive. And all that mental Muay Thai still didn't prepare me for this.

Till now, I have watched 60 BLs, give or take, so I've seen a lot of NC scenes. Compared to some of them, this is very PG-13, but this one really got me, like very few sex scenes have managed to. The intimacy, the palpable love, want. It all came together so beautifully in this scene.

Them saying 'I love you' during sex is canon! Yay! I knew it in my guts (wrote a fic about it) but feels so good to be right in canon hehe.

"I love you too, now kiss me again."

HANDS!!!! (It's canon now, they hold hands during sex, and so I can freely write a fic about it. Not that something not being canon ever stopped me but yeah.)

Fang: my brother is in safe hands. 😌

Also, love how Peem didn't hesitate to at the chance to kick both brothers and make it a streak 😭👍🏼

Honestly though, this scene shows that Peem is going to go to very long lengths to make sure Phum is okay, even kicking his own brother (which assures me that Peem maybe wouldn't hesitate that much to sucker punch their dad either, which is important information to have for possible future fics.)

How can one man be so goddamn cute??

The whimpering puppy noises- 😭

Cakes are so hard to bake, for real. This one is so cute though 😭😭🫶🏼

Puppy Phum- honestly is anyone surprised? No? Thought so.

This smile-

It holds so much happiness and the brunt of so many years of trauma. It's so beautiful. I'm probably gonna rewatch the heck out of this scene.

I end Part 1 here, Part 2 will be out (hopefully) soon!

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊 (All mistakes are mine, but in my defense, I literally fell asleep while writing this.)

Here, have a pie (of your favourite flavour) 🥧

[springseasonie]

Trust me. | LHC (M)

Best friend to lovers x fem reader

Summary: you just got out of a relationship, but for some reason, Haechan can't wait to tell you he likes you. It's not that you don't feel the same, but your mind isn't exactly in the right place after the breakup. But Haechan's words make you feel so good and so secure, that you just have to indulge into what could be.

Warnings: sexual content, LOTS AND LOTS of kissing, dry humping, penetrative sex, vanilla sex (womp womp), clothed sex (kinda), nipple play (if you squint), haechan is a tease kinda, they're a bit emotional and soft for each other 🤥, proof read but there may still be errors yikers

Word count: 3,2k

Song recs: slidin by kai, dive by victoria monet, in a good way by faye webster

A/N: my birthday was last week yipee I'm finally 20 now. I got lost of birthday money so I decided to buy a ticket for dream show in Newark. I'm so excited. I'm actually gonna see Mark after I missed 127 the last time. I was working on a Jaehyun fic but needed a break so I decided to write this one before the concert, so I hope you guys like it. This is my second actual oneshot so spare me 😭😭. Please give any feedback you can if you want. 🤍🩷🤍🩷

"What do you mean?" Your expression was blank, staring at him like a deer in headlights.

"I like you," he repeated.

"You're not funny," you spat, rolling your eyes as you scrolled through your feed.

"I'm not trying to be funny." You look at him, seeing the sincerity in his expression. Haechan is the type to joke about stuff like this, and it's scary that this wasn't a joke. You knew him forever, he even said you were like a sister to him at one point. When did it change? When did he see you as a girl and not as a sister?

"Haechan please." You let out a deep breath, rubbing your forehead in irritation. "What are you saying right now?"

"I have feelings for you Y/N. I'm not joking. I'm being a hundred percent serious," he said. He looked away from you, letting out a small sigh.

You went stiff, uncomfortable with the events taking place. It's not like you were repulsed by it, just a bit shocked. These scenarios only really happen in movies, this is never anything you thought about happening to the both of you. And considering you just came out of a relationship, this was not looking good for you. "W-why?"

"Why," he repeated. "I don't know…I can't even tell you where these feelings came from." He looked at you to see your reaction, but he saw nothing but worry from you. He knew what you were worried about. You didn't want to get a call from your ex saying he was right about you two, that you and Haechan do have a thing for each other. You didn't want to get that call saying he shouldn't have dated you, that he knew he couldn't trust you. It broke Haechan's heart seeing you in pain, seeing you hurting because of something he couldn't prevent.

"Are you saying this just to get in my pants," you mumble quietly.

"I would never do that to you. You know that," he reassured you.

"Are you aware that I'm literally going through a break up right now?"

"I know, I know." He lets out a frustrated groan, throwing his face in his hands. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't wait to tell you."

You sighed, leaning back on his headboard. You didn't really know how to process the information you were being given right now, let alone how you were feeling. Years ago, you would've been the happiest person in the world, having a crush on him when you were younger. You liked him a lot at the time, him being the only boy who ever talked to you in your life, and you wanted validation. But as you got older, you got hotter and you started getting attention from a lot of boys, and soon realized crushing on Haechan wasn't worth it.

But as you grew up, so did he. He became more attractive and received more attention. Sometimes you wish he hadn't. You were 15 when you first had a crush on him, he was just another cute boy in class who you happened to be friends with, but now he's 23. If you didn't know him as well as you did, you would probably fuck him, and you don't blame people for wanting to fuck him either.

"When did you….you know," you asked, trying to avoid looking at him.

Haechan glanced at you through his fingers, moving his hands off his face after. "I don't know…I guess when I saw you crying over that asshole, it really hurt me. I don't want to see you like that again, and I know I could treat you better."

You could feel your heart beginning to beat faster and your face growing hot. You were blushing. Haechan has never made you blush before. You hit him on the shoulder, making him hiss at the sudden pain.

"What was that for," he whined.

"Stop saying nonsense."

"It's not nonsense, it's true," he said. "And don't pretend you didn't like it. You're literally blushing." Hachan lifted his hand to poke your cheek, but before you could swat it away, he grabbed onto your wrist and pulled your body to his.

"What are you doing," you said, a shocked and confused expression all over your face.

"Getting closer to you." Haechan let go of your wrist and slipped his arm around your shoulder. You've been close to him many times but not like this. And the way he was glancing at you made you suspicious, you knew that look.

"Why," you questioned, squinting at him.

"Because I want you close."

"Can you stop flirting with me please?" You didn't mean it, but your voice came out small, causing Haechan to let out a soft chuckle.

"Why? Do you like it when I flirt with you." Haechan noticed you refused to look at him, watching you pout and turn your head away from him trying to not smile. "Look at me."

"No." If there's one thing you know about him, it's that once you give him what he wants, there is no winning ever. He'll mention it for the rest of his life, never letting you live it down. And you definitely didn't want him knowing the effect he had on your emotions. You held your breath as you felt his other hand come into contact with your chin, forcefully turning your head to look at him. His face was centimeters away from yours. This is the closest the both of you had ever been.

"Stop looking away from me." He spoke in a soft tone, almost like a whisper, and he wasn't shy about what was in his mind. His eyes kept flickering between your lips and the rest of your face. He wanted to kiss you so badly. He's been wanting to since you stepped into his room.

"I'm not anymore," you answered, tone blank.

He let out a soft chuckle, licking his lips after. "You're cute."

You looked down, rolling your eyes. You did like what you guys had at the moment. It felt natural to be this close to him, but you had reservations. "Are you sure you really like me?"

"You want me to prove it to you?"

'Yes,' was the only answer you could give him. You actually wanted him to kiss you so badly and you wanted to admit it. But there was still a part of you that was still a bit attached to your ex and what he would think if you got into a relationship with Haechan, the main reason you were broken up with.

"I'm a little scared Haechan," you admit. "I just don't feel all myself after the break up. I mean what would he think-"

You didn't even realize how close you and Haechan were. His lips were almost on yours. He couldn't even hear what you were saying, all he knew was that he needed you at the moment. He wanted to show you, prove to you how much he likes you, how much you meant to him. But only if you gave your permission.

"Don't worry about him. Just pay attention to me okay?" Your eyes fluttered shut as Haechan kissed you softly, moving his hand from your chin to your waist. It felt like water dowsing a fire, putting out your anger and sadness all in one go. This was definitely natural, definitely meant to be, no matter how cliche it was. He rubbed your waist softly as he kissed you again, pulling you closer.

You placed your hand on his chest, tugging at his shirt softly. You kissed him again a bit more passionately this time. Haechan has been with a lot of girls, but he's never had the feeling he had with you. Not even his old girlfriends gave him butterflies the way you did. He pulled away slowly, a smile tugging at his lips once you looked at each other. "Do you believe me now?"

You looked away from him as fast as you could, resulting in him lifting your chin planting another kiss on your lips.

"Every time you look away from me, I'm gonna kiss you," he muttered.

"Will you stop," you whined. You buried your face in his neck, hiding from the embarrassment of his words.

He chuckled softly, pushing his hair back. "I've never seen you so embarrassed."

"You've never seen a lot about me."

"Wanna bet?"

You moved away from the crook of his neck, eyebrows raised as you looked at him with shock. Haechan had a smirk on his face, but it was a bit different this time. His expression of sincerity changed into one you've never seen before. And at that moment you just happened to look down at his lap. "Are you turned on right now…"

Haechan's smirk slowly disappeared as he glanced between you and his lap. "I'm sorry…you're just really hot."

"Please just…take care of that. I'm gonna go home." You move to stand up, but stop when Haechan grabs your wrists.

"Help me," he muttered lowly.

"What?"

"Help me."

Haechan looked at you with desperate eyes, squeezing your wrist as he tugged you towards him. He made it hard to say no sometimes, always knowing the right look or the right words to say. Not just that, but you kind of wanted to. In the deepest parts of your mind, you shoved the thought of ever having sex with him away. And now you have the chance. "Are..are you sure?"

He leaned into you, lips brushing against yours. "Positive."

You kissed him, cupping his face softly. Haechan bit your lip, a smirk tugging at his lips. He slipped his hand on your leg, squeezing the flesh softly. You didn't know where this sudden confidence was coming from, but when you got up and straddled him, it was almost like he'd found a new reason to fall for you even harder. His hands never left your waist, pushing your hips over his hardened length.

"Jesus," you muttered.

Haechan gripped your hips, rolling them onto his lap as he pulled away from you. Haechan took in your expression, eyes never leaving your face as you began to breathe heavily.

"You like that?"

You nodded, resting your forehead on his. Haechan kissed the corner of your lips as you let off a soft sigh filled with pleasure. His grip began to loosen as he felt you beginning to move your hips on your own. Haechan kissed your jawline as he let you grind on top of him, pace slowly becoming faster and harder.

"Shit," you moaned softly.

"That feel good," he asked, whispering in your ear. "Are you gonna cum from me barely touching you?"

"Can you shut up," you huffed out.

Haechan chuckled, kissing you so softly it only left you wanting more. But when you leaned in for another kiss, he moved away, shaking his head. "I want you to cum first."

"W-what?"

"Do it."

In any other situation, at any other time, you would've said no and probably hit him. But you needed him so badly you wanted him so badly you were willing to do anything he said. You threw your head back slightly, gripping his shoulders as soft moans escaped your lips. Haechan couldn't take his eyes off of you, almost as if you were art.

"You're so pretty," he whispered. His eye contact was intense, a little too intense for you. But he liked it. He liked that he could have this effect on you just by looking at you. You finally let your tough exterior crash for him. Nothing in the world could turn him on more.

Your brows furrowed as you began to feel your stomach tighten. You hid your face in his neck not wanting him to see you, but he moved it, holding your jaw firmly. "Look at me," he said softly.

Your jaw went slack as your orgasm approached making your body tremble. "F-fuck," you moaned softly.

"Good girl." He wiped the sweat off your brow with his thumb looking up at you with a tender smile. "You're a good listener when you really want something."

"Fuck you," you breathed out.

Haechan kissed you deeply, hands slipping under your t-shirt. "Take this off."

You pulled away, pulling your shirt over your head, tossing it on his bedroom floor. Haechan's eyes raked over every inch of your exposed skin. He's seen you in bathing suits on many occasions, or clothes that showed your body, but this was entirely different. He gulped as he stared at your cleavage for a little too long, concentration only breaking when you cleared your throat.

"You act like you've never seen boobs before," you joke.

"Not yours." Before Haechan could say another word, you were already unclipping your bra. You let the fabric fall off you, and Haechan felt as if he stepped through the gates of Heaven. "Can I touch you?"

You nodded, eyes moving between his face and hands. Haechan's hands gently fondled your chest, thumbs subtly gliding over your nipples making you shiver. Haechan's mouth attached to your nipple, kissing and licking at the bud all while never breaking eye contact. His eyes went a bit wide when you let out a moan, making him squeeze your chest softly.

"Don't tease me," you whined softly.

Haechan couldn't help but listen. His hands left your chest and immediately undid your jean shorts. He gulped as you shifted off of him. You tugged your shorts off, letting them fall into a puddle around your ankles, but when your finger hooked around your underwear, Haechan stopped you. "Keep them on."

"What? Why-"

"Please." The whimper in his voice was all you needed to listen; you kept them on. You watched as Haechan pulled himself out his basketball shorts. He could tell you were nervous and grabbed your hand, squeezing it softly.

"Do you have any condoms?" You've had sex dozens of times, but with Haechan, it was starting to feel like your first time. And this time it felt way more intimate than anyone else.

The male nodded, leaning over and grabbing one out his nightstand. You stood and watched as he slipped it on, mind racing with so many thoughts. 'This is it,' you thought to yourself. You were about to fuck your best friend, and you really liked the idea of it. But what if it ruined your friendship forever? What if he regretted it?

"Hey. What are you thinking about?" Haechan's eyes were soft, his expression changing seeing the worry on your face.

"I'm just nervous."

"Nervous about what," he questioned as you got back on top of him.

You opened your mouth, but hesitated before speaking. You didn't want to say the wrong thing. You didn't want to confuse him or hurt him. Haechan always understood you and knew you meant well, but saying anything in this moment could fuck up what the both of you had going. "What if..what if this ruins everything? I-I don't want to feel like this was a mistake."

"Do you think you're making a mistake?" His hands slid from your waist to your hips as he looked up at you. He always admired how honest you were, even if it would hurt his feelings. You shook your head 'no', making him smile. "Then you have nothing to worry about, okay? Just trust me."

You nodded, letting him pull your underwear to the side. The sight was almost enough to make him cum there on the spot. He lined himself with you, biting his lip as you sunk down. A small sigh fell from your lips as you felt him fill you, hands flying to his chest. Your eyes are closed so you don't see the way Haechan looks at you now. If he likes you before, he sure as hell loves you now. Something about this felt so right to him no matter how nervous you were.

His breathing became heavier as you grinded on top of him slowly, eyes shut in a desperate attempt to look at him. He would've completely missed this if it wasn't for your eyes slightly fluttering open, intentionally looking down to avoid his need for eye contact. Haechan kissed you deeply, tongue sliding against yours as your pace quickened.

"Oh my god," you moaned softly on his lips.

"Tell me how good it feels."

You could almost combust with the way he was talking to you. His voice felt like honey dripping into your ears. "Feels so good.."

"You're so cute," he mutters. Softly moans leave his lips, hands gripping your hips. His grip is so strong that he's now guiding your movements, making your brows furrow when he pushes himself deeper into you. Haechan begins to thrust into you at the same time, almost sending the both of you into ecstasy. You clenched around, throwing your head back as you whimpered and moaned.

Haechan's moans and groans were like music to your ears. Unlike your ex who barely made any noises, Haechan loved making sure you knew he liked what you were doing. He moved his hand off your hip, taking it between your legs, rubbing your clit. "Oh my god," you groaned softly. "Fuck, keep going."

Haechan kissed your neck softly, moaning against your skin. He felt you clench around him slightly, making his brows furrow. "Damn it," he moaned softly.

”I'm so close," you whimpered.

"Wait for me baby. Can you do that?"

You nodded fast, hands moving from his chest to his shoulders, pulling your body closer to his. Haechan couldn't take his eyes off you. He couldn't say he never imagined this moment, but it was better than anything he thought of.

"H-haechan, fuck..I'm cumming."

His name falling from your lips was all he needed. Moans fell from his lips as you clenched around him, legs and hands shaking from the intense orgasm. Haechan kissed you deeply again and again as if it was the last time he could.

You pulled away from him, a tired smile on your face seeing tired heavy eyes. The both of you sat there quiet as a mouse, just looking at each other. At this moment, you think you completely fell for him. Maybe you always had feelings for him and it just took this moment for you to realize how strong they were.

"I think I'm in love with you," Haechan said, breaking the silence.

"That quick," you joke. But Haechan was serious. He really did think it was more than like now. "I think we should wait, Haechan. I…I need some time before I can get into another relationship."

"That's fine," he said. "I'll be here no matter what we decide to do. You can always trust me."

You sigh deeply, pulling yourself off of him, plopping next to his body. Haechan pulled the condom off, tying the end as he threw it somewhere on the floor. "Ew," you grimaced.

"I'll get it later." Haechan wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer to him. "For now, can we just stay like this?"

You giggle, snuggling into his arms and resting your head in the crook of his neck. "Just know that know matter what happens, I think I love you too."

That was the last thing that you said before you drifted off into sleep, leaving Haechan with the widest smile on his face.

[olivianott]

SEATING ARRANGEMENTS

ꕤ Pansy x Neville

ꕤ warnings: dark times at Hogwarts implied, drug use

ꕤ 1.4k words drabble

ꕤ Loosely inspired by a little snippet of Panville in the Mattheo fic "You are my perfect piece" by beautiful Syl, my love 🖤

moodboard | story

Ugh. Another class sitting with this loser. Fucking Mattheo. She could kill him for this. Ever since Matheo started “secretly” dating his girl, he always does everything to be near her, rearranging the seating and making everyone move, just so they can sit together and make everybody nauseous with their touching and kissing and looking longingly into each other’s eyes… ew. That’s hell on Earth for Pansy, being near them. Emotions? Weak. Love and affection? Disgusting. And being made to sit with Neville is a cherry on top. How it always happens to be her, is beyond her understanding. She glares at the boy next to her, but he is too focused on his notebook. Taking notes in class like a good little boy. Pansy rolls her eyes and stares in front of the class, willing for the ground to open and take her into its depths, just to escape this boredom.

A letter from “home” lied on the desk when she returned to her dorm. Pansy read it once and wanted to burn the letter along with all of Hogwarts into ashes. Pansy used to dream about another universe where her mom would write her letters to school asking about how she was doing, asking about her friends and if she was having fun, telling her she misses her. She left that stupid fantasy back in the second year. In this particular letter, her mother was reminding her of whom she should and should not be aligning herself with, if she is eating healthy, making herself presentable every time she leaves her room, and oh! “We’ve been talking to a family friend in Italy, they have a son around your age. It’s a very wealthy and noble pureblood family with great values and it would be beneficial for both parties if we join our families by marriage.”

It was the first time Pansy’s mom told her in no uncertain terms that yes, she is marrying whoever her mother chooses. It’s been looming over Pansy’s head for a while now but actually seeing it, black ink on a piece of parchment sent shivers through her body and bile up her throat.

She runs out of the dorms, through the halls of the dark castle, and finds a random classroom to shut herself in and release tears and screams of anger and frustration from her being.

Little does she know that the universe never wanted her to do it alone.

In the classroom, Neville was already in the process of dealing with his own emotions. In one of the corners, there was a mess of branches, leaves, and flowers growing from the ground up, spanning the walls, and the ceiling and falling in long vines all the way back down towards the ground, making a little alcove between the leaves. Under the plant, Neville is sitting down on the ground, head leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed.

“What the fuck is this jungle?”

Neville looks up startled, he didn’t see or hear Pansy come in. His eyes are red. That’s when Pansy realizes there’s smoke filling the space underneath the leaves, all around Neville, who is holding a joint.

„Are you smoking in here?“ Pansy asks surprised.

Neville rolls his eyes at her and scoffs. He is not gonna tell her this is the only place now where he feels comfortable. Under his plants. „Didn’t peg you for Hogwarts police.“ He retorts instead.

„Didn’t peg you for a bad boy rule breaker either.“ Pansy glares at him through her tear-filled eyes, mascara probably running down her cheeks. “Although should have known, with you always hanging out in the greenhouses, you would take a liking to the special kind of plants, too.” Pansy rolls her eyes.

Neville only smiles and shrugs his shoulder, putting up his hand, and offering Pansy the joint. Eying her running mascara he says „I can share with someone in need.“

Pansy stays frozen for a bit but just as Neville is about to put his hand down she takes the joint from him and takes a puff while sitting down next to Neville under the branches.

They sit in silence, passing the joint back and forth until it’s all gone.

It helped Pansy a little bit. The fog is now also in her mind, not only in the classroom around them.

“So… the head-in-a-notebook-quietly-taking-notes-in-every-class Neville has a bad side too huh?”

“I’m not taking notes. What’s the point anymore? Everything in the world is fucked up.” He says that as if she is stupid.

“You are always writing in that notebook of yours, ignoring everyone around, what is that about then?” Just as she says that, her foggy mind focuses on said notebook, lying down on the ground on the other side of his legs.

Pansy immediately lunges across his outstretched legs trying to grab the notebook and satiating her curiosity. Neville tries to grab it and get it out of her reach, but he is not quicker than her. They both tug at the notebook with one hand, Neville’s other hand around Pansy’s waist, trying to pick her up and get her off his legs, Pansy’s other hand on Neville’s stomach balancing her body stretched across his, joint still between her fingers. Finally with a huff and a tug Pansy wins the battle and takes the notebook. Tired from the “fight” and her mind still unfocused, she rolls around to her back, still laying across Neville, her head resting on his chest to get more comfortable. Involuntary impulses, obviously.

She opens the notebook and gasps.

It’s not full of class notes. He is an artist. And a pretty good one it seems. Pansy quietly turns a few pages, amazed by all the detailed pencil drawings of plants, trees, and flowers. “These are beautiful.”

While Pansy is browsing through the pages and gently touching the drawings, Neville takes the joint back and finishes the last few drags, putting it out on the floor beside him. The last random page Pansy turns to makes her stop in her tracks. Neville has his head turned up to the leaf-covered ceiling with his eyes closed, but he feels the atmosphere change. He feels Pansy freeze up, holding her breath after the initial gasp.

Neville never really wanted her to see. It’s just a crush, a temporary obsession, he used to tell himself. It just didn’t go away yet.

Pansy’s mind is overwhelmed. When her mind finally emerges from the drug-induced fog, everything feels like too much… his body underneath her, the position in which she finds herself lying on him, the very detailed image of her face on the page of his notebook. She stands up suddenly and without looking at Neville runs from the classroom, doesn’t even look back until she slams the door to her dorm behind her and slides her back down it to sit on the floor.

“What the fuck?” Pansy whispers to the dark room in disbelief, and just then realizes she is still clutching Neville’s notebook to her chest.

The next day Pansy is again sitting next to Neville in class. She feels very anxious and on edge but is pretending he doesn’t affect her at all. Mattheo’s girlfriend is the only one who notices that Pansy doesn’t look like she wants to Avada Neville right there behind the desk anymore.

They sit in awkward silence the whole class, Neville struggling with what to do with himself and his hands without his notebook.

When finally the torture of the class ends, Neville stops Pansy with his hand on her forearm and with a slight bit of anger demands: ��Can you give me my fucking notebook back? It’s important to me.”

Neville’s eyes pierce Pansy deep into her soul and she can see a bit of desperation in his gaze. She finally understands, in these dark times it’s his coping mechanism, along with the weed.

Students bang with the chairs and books around them while leaving the classroom but Pansy and Neville stare at each other, some kind of deeper connection and understanding forming between their souls, minds, and bodies.

Finally, Pansy reaches into her bag and takes out his notebook, sliding it across the desk to Neville without a word but with a slight smirk. She doesn’t need to say anything, she already took what she wanted from the notebook and said what she needed to on its pages.

As Pansy carefully unfolds the torn pages from under her pillow to look at her own face late that night, in a Gryffindor dorm room across the castle Neville reads the message in his notebook with a rare smile:

“Next time you want to draw me, ask me to pose for you.”

Thank you for reading, hope you liked it.

Your principessa Nott 🎀

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[aqours]

anyways if i'm going this deep in lemme share this teen mom Ashley fic idea i had i'd love feedback on the idea

this is completely unrelated to my other idea regarding this this is an entirely different can of worms i'm putting this under a readmore just bc it's a bit long and also filled with dead doves so only open and eat it at your own discretion

so basically the idea goes like this- when they were teenagers (her 14 and him 16) Andrew and Ashley got into some kind of big fight (still working on it) most likely due to him having a girlfriend in hs at the time. during this period, in an effort to make a point and piss him off, Ashley gets a boyfriend of her own (who just so happens to have messy black hair and green eyes wow what a coincidence) who was in a class with Andrew. some incident happens where Ashley "accidentally" leaves her phone with explicit texts on view (but also tis like the 90s so maybe i'll redo that) and Andrew talked with his classmate and then uh there was another second missing person, and after an intense argument Ashley and Andrew "slept in the same bed" and anyways a month later Ashley announces she's pregnant casually at the dinner table putting the pregnancy test she put right on it.

"Huh. Not the reaction I was hoping for."

"Forgive me for not being particularly fucking thrilled at the idea of being a grandmother at 32, Ashley."

"You know, if my kid has a kid at 15 and their kid ALSO has a kid at 15 you could be a great-great-grandma at only 75."

"Please shut the fuck up, Ashley."

and Andrew is in complete denial it is. it's been 6 years and every single person except Julia refuses to believe it isn't. at one point when Alexis "Alex" Graves is a baby she makes a comment she has her father's (green) eyes with a wink and grin at Andrew. during the Burial Route when Mrs. Graves is trying to plead with Andrew she finally says "... If you won't do it for yourself, do it for your ------------------" and it's like his brain physically blocks out any insinuation with he's the father with white noise. so he's been living as the kid's uncle officially and has no idea how to act around this kid most of the time.

Ashley is not a good mom by any means and has had CPS called on her more than once but incompetence won't remove the child entirely and she does like. actually love this kid but her obsession with Andrew is clearly more important to her, the fact this kid keeps him tethered to her even if he won't admit, and also because she spoils the kid however she can to try to prove she's a better mother just because her daughter is happier than she was, when learning Alex hit another kid to get their candy she was outright like fuck YEAH if you want something take it!!! girlboss gatekeep gaslight to this four year old and Andrew at least tried to teach the kid right from wrong in response. during her first birthday Mrs. Graves asked Ashley if she was gonna do anything and Ashley didn't see a point the kid is 1 they won't remember the birthday there's nothing they'd want and she doesn't seem to process the point of a birthday for a baby isn't about toys and fun but to celebrate their life. when Ashley suggests they can get by on mugging people Alex says she can pose as a homeless sad kid and for the first time in a while at her Ashley lights up and says THAT'S why you're mama's favorite <3333

babies don't make everything better the co-dependent toxic satanic demonic summoning cannibal incest game's plot now also includes a 6 year old that has also eaten people now with two of the most awful parents imaginable around her and if anything Ashley might get colder once her mom is dead because now there's no way

thoughts? i really want to write this but i'd love feedback

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Seo Changbin x F!Reader TW : angsty in the beginning and middle ; kind of crackish/funny at the end ; children ; parenthood ; Word Count : 4.3k Request : Anon : is there any way you could make a part 2 of changbin’s “don’t waste your tears on me” fic? from the angst spin the wheel?? 😅 A/N : idk why this took me so long to write, I'm trying to work on all my requests!! I might make Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays request days. I linked part 1 though for anyone who hasn't read it!!

“We spending the weekend at grammas?!” Your son cheered as you held his hand tightly, walking down the sidewalk towards the car. You had explained a little bit to him during the walk, and thankfully his excitement had gotten the best of him and you didn’t have to give him a real explanation of why. “Hwa Hwa coming too, right?” He asked, wide brown eyes staring up at you questioningly, and you tried to be as enthusiastic as he was when you nodded in agreement. 

It was so much easier to pull something like this off for a child his age, he didn’t ask the big questions, he simply wanted to know what you all were going to do over the weekend. Chunhwa on the other hand, was full of questions on the car ride over to Changmins school. It’s not like you could hide it from her, and you didn’t want to hide it from her either. She had the right to know that her father had finally returned home, and if she wanted, you would drop her back off at the house so she could see him. You weren’t going to keep the kids from him, but you also wanted him to know the pain that not only you went through, but the children as well. 

“Your phone has been ringing nonstop. So has mine.” Chunhwa announced as you pulled open the back door for your son to climb in. You quickly shook your head as you looked at her through the rearview mirror, and a quick look of understanding flashed across her face before she put on a fake, tight lipped smile. “Grandma just wanted to know when you were gonna be here. I let her know that you had to pick Changmin up from school first.” 

You hummed with false understanding at the lie as you helped buckle your son in before sprinting around to the drivers side and climbing in. “She can be so impatient sometimes… Let’s just mute our phones so I don’t get distracted on my way there, yeah?” You suggested, and Chunhwa nodded her head slowly, putting her phone on silent before dropping it into the glove compartment and then doing the same with yours. “So tell me, how was school today?” 

The house had never felt so empty before. Instead of it being filled with the heartwarming sounds of his family’s daily lives, there was only the ticking of the clock that hung in the living room, and his quiet footsteps as he walked through his home. 

He knew that it wouldn’t happen, but he couldn’t stop himself from staring at the clock, waiting for the minute hand to land on the exact time that you and the kids would come walking through the front door. Changmin would come running over to him after kicking off his shoes, already in the process of raving over everything that happened in class today while Chunhwa would excuse herself to her room to study. He’d listen intently to his son, remembering every single little detail that he told him before excusing himself to go see Chunhwa. She was so smart, and he was always so proud of her, but he worried about her studying so much, so he always tried to find some way to get her to take breaks. He missed the kids, he missed you. 

The way you’d smile so brightly at him when you walked through the front door, like you were seeing him again for the first time, the look of love in your eyes and the way you seemed so excited to press your lips to his and be held in his arms. He’d do anything for that moment again, to just hold you tight and never let you go. 

It’s not even like he purposely ignored you or the kids, he’d never do something like that, he loved the three of you more than anything. He had fucked up though, he had gotten so caught up in what he was doing that he didn’t think to even say hello, to text you or Chunhwa… How could he be so stupid? He lost everything because of one stupid mistake…He couldn’t handle it though, he couldn’t. The silence that surrounded him was excruciatingly loud, it was unbearable. He needed his family back. 

“Hey Hwa… It’s your dad… This is my fifth time trying to call you. I just want to know how school went, and if you got picked up… Did you make it to your grandparents alright? Please… Call me back… I love you. You’re the best daughter in the whole world… Tell your brother I love him too… Have your mom call me, please?” The beep sounded through the phone to let him know the time had run out for the message, and he quickly hung up, letting his phone drop to the couch beside him as his head fell forward, tears slowly beginning to pool in his eyes. 

Since the day he married you, there hadn’t been a night that passed where he didn’t have you curled up next to him in bed, the both of you falling asleep enveloped in the warmth of each other. Since the day his children were born, he had never missed a goodnight ritual, standing in the hall between both of their doors, his arms outstretched to give them their hugs and wish them sweet dreams, telling them both that he loved them before they retreated into their rooms to sleep. Not until those days that he had, in yours and the kids minds, completely disappeared. 

It was impossible to do anything. Dinner time came and passed, and he couldn’t even bring himself to eat anything, it just wouldn’t feel right sitting at the table by himself. He couldn’t sleep, and he wasn’t even going to try to attempt to sleep in his own bed, it would feel too empty, and he’d probably end up crying the entire night. 

What was worse was the fact that neither you, or Chunhwa had ever answered his calls or his texts, and while he knew that you were just doing to him what he had done to you, he just wanted to know that you and the children had gotten to your parents house alright. He just wanted to know that you all were okay. Of course, that’s what you had been trying to do for five days straight and he had never answered you… But were you really going to keep up with this? How was he supposed to go an entire weekend without you and the kids? He couldn’t… He couldn’t do that. 

“You know I love when you all visit, I love seeing you and the children… But I’m worried about you.” Your mom said as she sunk down into the cushion on the opposite end of the couch. This was the fourth time she had tried to start this conversation, all the other times the kids would run in and interrupt, but now that they were sleeping, she could actually talk to you. 

Not that you wanted to have the conversation in the first place. You had been thankful every single time Changmin would come running into the room, excitedly going on about everything that had happened since the last time he had seen her. Now the kids were sleeping, at least they said they were, and it had given your mother ample opportunity to pick up right where she had left off. “I don’t want to talk about it, mom. I don’t want to think about it, that’s why I’m here.” 

She hummed in thought, her eyes burning holes into your hand that had worn your wedding bands that were now sitting in your purse. “Running away doesn’t solve problems, especially marriage problems.” She tsked her tongue, shaking her head as she spoke. “This isn’t just some high school relationship that you can avoid and hope goes away. You’ve got children, Y/N.” 

Your eyes rolled as your head fell back, a loud groan leaving you as you stared up at the ceiling. “Yes, I know this, mom. The children are the reason I left in the first place.” You explained, finally turning to face her. You didn’t want to have to explain everything to her, but it was clear that you’d have to so she wouldn’t attempt to be a marriage counselor. “Five days, mom. He went without calling or texting for five days… And if it were just me, I wouldn’t have cared. I know he gets busy with work… But he didn’t even call to check in on the kids. He never called Chunhwa back… He hurt my babies, and I can’t just let that slide.” 

“So you did this for the kids…?” She quizzed, and you nodded in agreement. Of course you did it for them, everything you did was for them. “But surely they’d rather be spending the weekend with their father that they haven’t seen in five days rather than being here with their grandparents.” She mused, and you couldn’t help but narrow your eyes at her, your lips set in a straight line as you stared. “And I’m sure that Changbin is suffering enough right now… I’ve never seen a man who loves his children and his wife more than he does… So, tell me… Are you really doing this for the children… Or are you doing it for yourself because you’re upset?” 

Dammit… She really did know everything. It’s not like you could lie to her either, you never could, not even when you were younger. “I just… I don’t know how he could forget about us, mom. I’m not upset for me… I’m upset for them. Changmin thought we were getting a divorce for Christ’s sake.” You ran your hands through your hair, sighing with aggravation. “I’m upset for them, I’m angry for them. What kind of father…” You trailed off, letting your palms slide down your face, wiping away the stray tears that had begun to fall. “I’ve never seen them look so hurt. They love him, I love him… What he did…” 

“What he did wasn’t okay… But it’s not unforgivable.” Your mom continued for you, her hand moving to ruffle your hair before she sat back and relaxed into the couch. “He’s a father, he’s also an idol. He’s living two very different lives at the same exact time, and it’s easy to lose track of things. I’m not trying to make excuses for him, but you said it yourself, Changmin thought you were getting a divorce… Do you think that being here will make him think any differently?” 

She was right, of course she was, it was rare for your mother to ever be wrong about anything. “Well… I can’t do anything about it right now. The kids are already in bed, they’re sleeping. I’m sure he’s already sleeping too. It’s late, mom… We should both head get some rest.” Your mom hummed in agreement, although you knew that she knew the only reason you said that was to change the subject, to end the conversation entirely. There was nothing else you could say to her, she had already proven her point. 

“Right… Sleep on it. I’m sure you’ll do the right thing for your family, you always do.” And with that, she had ended the conversation, pushing herself up off the couch and heading for the stairs. “Get some sleep now, hon. Think about everything. Okay?” 

The thunder crashed as lightning lit up the dark gray sky, the morning sun unable to shine through the thick cloud cover that brought hammering rains along with it. “Wanna go outside…” Your son moped at the breakfast table, dismally staring out the window beside him as you and your mother worked on preparing the food. “Want it to go away… Stupid rain.” He huffed, his chubby cheeks propped up against his fist as he glared at the raindrops that trickled down the window. 

“We wouldn’t have such pretty flowers and green grass and big trees if it didn’t rain, Min.” You explained as you filled his little cup, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head before patting his back. “How ‘bout you go make sure Hwa is awake so she can eat breakfast too. Hmm?” He grumbled out an annoyed okay before jumping from his chair and heading to the stairs, mumbling incoherently as he walked away. 

“Oh, I remember when you used to be the exact same way.” Your mother joked, laughing to herself as she shook her head. “You’d get so mad at me over the craziest things. Looks like that trait carried over.” She continued teasing, and just as you were about to begin defending your childhood actions that you couldn’t even begin to remember, the door knocked. “Can you go get that, hon? It’s probably just a package, the delivery person doesn’t want it to get all soaked on the porch.” 

You rushed over to the door, throwing it open, preparing yourself to step out into the torrential downpour to grab the apparent package, but you were met with your favorite person, the only person in the world that could break your heart and fix it at the same time. “Changbin…?” You whispered out his name, shocked that he was there, but even more shocked by the way he looked. 

There were dark circles under his eyes, his hair dripping from the rain that he was standing in, his clothes soaked, he was shivering, and even though the raindrops were pouring down his face, you could tell that he had been crying, and he still was crying. 

“I can’t… I can’t do this…” He stammered, not even trying to move past you to come in the house and get out of the rain, he just stood there, continuing to stare at you as though you were the only thing he needed, the only thing he wanted, and you were starting to think it was the truth when his hands shakily moved out to grab yours. “I couldn’t sleep last night… I couldn’t eat. I need you and the kids home with me… I’m sorry… I love you too much… I just need you all… Please…” 

You grabbed his hands, pulling him into the house and wrapping your arms around him, trying to warm him, and you could feel just how deep the rain had soaked him, his body so cold, it was so unfamiliar, it almost felt foreign. “You shouldn’t have driven all the way over here with no sleep… You could have gotten hurt. You need to eat… What the hell, Binnie?” You scolded him, quickly undoing the zipper on her jacket and pulling it off his shoulders. 

At that moment it felt like the two of you were the only people in the world, all you cared about was each other. You loved him, you didn’t want to leave him, you didn’t want to hurt him, you just wanted him to feel what you and the kids felt. “You… called me Binnie…” He whispered, the words catching you off guard for a moment. You always called him Binnie, that was his name. 

“Of course I did…” You murmured, stepping away for a moment to hang his jacket on the rack before going back to him, your hands felt so warm when they moved up to cup his red tinted cheeks. “I love you… That will never change…” You felt his cheeks twitch, the corners of his lips pulling up in a slight smile as he eyes softened, his pupils dilated as he stared at you. 

Were you about to kiss him? Absolutely. You missed the feeling of his lips against yours, the way his hands would hold onto the ends of your shirt so tightly as he tried to keep you close. You were slowly closing the distance between the two of you when you heard your son shout from behind you. “Dad! Dads here!” His tiny feet sounding so heavy against the floor as he ran over to where you and Changbin were standing. 

Bins smile only widened when he saw his son, but his eyes glossed over, and no matter how much he tried to blink it away, you could tell that he was once again on the verge of tears. “There you are!” Changbins voice cracked as he bent down to scoop his son up, holding him tightly to his chest. “I missed you so much, pal.” His hands smoothed through your son's hair as he held him close. “You’ve been good for your mom and your gramma, right?” 

Your son wiggled to get free of Changbins hold, giggling loudly as he nodded his head. “Yessss!” He squealed, finally running off once his feet were on the ground. “I get Hwa Hwa, she’s upstairs reading again.” He rushed to the stairs, your eyes following him until you heard the sound of his feet ascending before turning back to look at Changbin. 

“Come in and get some coffee, Bin. You’re gonna catch a cold.” You murmured, waiting for him to kick his shoes off before leading him into the kitchen. Your mom had at some point left the room, most likely to give the two of you the privacy that you needed to talk, and you were glad, but there was still some lingering tension between you and Bin, or maybe it was just awkwardness. “How do you want it?” You asked, standing next to the coffee pot, the cup already in your hands as you waited for his answer. 

“Were you actually going to come back home?” His voice was closer than you expected, and when you turned around, he was standing right behind you, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. “You packed a lot of stuff for yourself and the kids… I just… It didn’t seem like you were packing for just the weekend…” 

It was hard to look him in the eyes, he looked devastated, and maybe it was the fact that your son had his eyes and you hated seeing your son cry, maybe that’s what had you dropping your gaze to the floor to avoid the potential heartache that would come with seeing Bin cry. “I just wanted you to understand how we felt…” You murmured, keeping your eyes low. “I was gonna come home though, I was gonna bring them home…” 

“When?” He questioned, his head shaking in disbelief. “How long were you planning on being here?” His fingers ran through his already tousled hair that was finally beginning to dry. 

The last thing you wanted was an argument, not when the kids were around, and surely not at your mothers house. That’s why you were thankful when you heard your daughter coming down the stairs, her footsteps far quieter than those of her brother. “Hey dad..” She mumbled, shoving her hands into the pockets of her pajama pants as she made her way into the kitchen. Changbins arms were outstretched, waiting for her to walk right into them for a hug, but she instead walked right past him, and it was like you could hear his heart shattering from the silent maneuver. “Good morning, mom.” And as if on purpose, just to rub in his face that she didn’t hug him, her arms wrapped around you for a hug. 

“Chunghwa… Honey, I-” Changbin started, his words cut off by the sound of the chair being pulled away from the table, dragging across the tiled floor with a loud screech. She was upset, everyone knew that, and she was showing it in a way that most teenagers would. It was rude, but she was getting her point across in the only way she really knew how to. 

“Were you cheating on mom?” She asked once she had dropped down into the chair, and you knew that both yours and Changbins jaws dropped at the accusation. “Yeori from class said that her dad cheated and he said it was just a work thing too. Now her parents are divorced. Are you and mom getting a divorce?” It was like being in an interrogation room, the way she looked at him, the way she spoke. She was pissed, and you’d usually be upset with her for using that kind of tone with her father, but this was different, she had every right to be as angry as she was. “Is that why you didn’t respond to any of my texts or calls? You didn’t want your new girlfriend to know about your old family? Did you get bored? Are we not good enough?” Her voice broke at the end though, she could only stay strong for so long before the dam broke and all the emotions she was feeling took control. 

Changbins jaw was slacked, his eyes filled with tears as he stared at your daughter, the accusations hurt worse than anyone could imagine, but the pain that he felt at being accused, he knew, was nowhere near the pain that his daughter was feeling right now. “Chunghwa…” He whispered her name, his head shaking rapidly as tears poured down his cheeks, much like the rain that was pouring outside the windows. “I love your mom so much, I love you and your brother so so much… I would never do anything like that. I’m sorry, sorry that I didn’t answer you… I didn’t answer your mom. I got busy and… I messed up… But the three of you… You’re good enough, you’re more than good enough. You deserve a father better than me… A…” His voice was beginning to shake with silent sobs, his body trembling as he tried to hold them back. “A father that will be there for you and your brother when you need me to be… And… Your mother… she’s so beautiful… She deserves someone that can love her better than I can…” His hands ran over his face to wipe away the tears, his cheeks were blotchy and red when his arms fell to his sides again. “I haven’t been the best dad, or the best husband… But I’m trying… And I’ll keep trying… You’re my family, you’re all I have… And I don’t want to lose the three greatest things to ever happen to me…” 

Changbin was always an emotional person, he wore his heart on his sleeve, but right now his emotions were so raw. Seeing his daughter upset, knowing that he was the sole reason for her being that sad, it hurt him in a way that no one else could ever hurt him. “I just… I want to go home… I missed you…” Chunghwa could barely even whisper out the words, they were choked off and you wanted nothing more than to pull her into a hug and tell her everything would be okay. Changbin was faster than you though, pulling her up out of the chair and wrapping her in a bear hug. “You can’t… You can’t do that again!” She sobbed into his chest, sniffling loudly, the surge of emotion between the both of them was uncontrollable it seemed. 

“I won’t… I promise I won’t… I’ll never leave like that again…” He reassured her, his own words punctuated by small hiccups as he calmed down from crying. “I’m so sorry, Hwa…” 

“Oh my god!” Chunghwa groaned as she walked through the front door, dropping her bag and kicking off her shoes right at the entrance before storming off to her room and slamming the door shut behind her. Changbin and Changmin followed behind her, your son laughing hysterically as your husband sheepishly grinned at you. 

“What did you do?” You questioned, helping your son with his bag and his jacket while staring up at Changbin. It was the first time since Chunghwa had been in middle school that Changbin did after school pickup for the kids, but he had offered, and you weren’t going to say no. 

“In my defense…” He started, and you began to mentally prepare yourself for what he was going to say and how you’d have to help defend him to your daughter whenever she decided to reemerge from her room. “The boy was getting way too close to her! His arm was wrapped around her and it looked like he was trying to give her one of those hugs where he just… He was too close to my little girl. I can’t watch that! I won’t let that happen!” 

“Dad embarrassed Hwa in front of her boyfriend!” Changmin teased, clearly enjoying the embarrassment of his older sister, and you shot him a stern look before he ran off to his room giggling loudly. You had known about the boyfriend for a while now, but judging by Changbins expression of pure shock, it was clear that he had yet to be informed about it. 

“Her boyfriend?!” He was visibly cringing at the thought of it. “My little girl isn’t old enough to have a boyfriend yet! When did this happen?! Why didn’t anyone tell me about this? When?!” He followed you into the kitchen, leaning against the counter, his mouth still agape and his eyes wide as he stared at you. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he was acting, but you could only imagine the embarrassment your daughter felt right now. “Oh no…” He murmured, his face morphing into one of realization as he slumped against the counter, his head in his hands. “She’s gonna hate me forever… Isn’t she? She’s more mad at me now than she was back when I was gone for a week… Oh my god… She’s never gonna talk to me again… Maybe I should go into hiding…?” 

You snorted loudly, turning to face him completely as you cupped his cheeks, pressing a kiss to his lips before speaking. “Nope… No hiding, honey. You’re going to enjoy the wrath of our teenage daughter that you embarrassed in front of not only her friends, but her very first boyfriend too.” You kissed him once more, biting your lip to stifle the laughter that continued to build when you saw the slight hint of worry and what looked to be fear flash in his eyes. “I love you so much, honey. We’re so happy to have you back.” 

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"Lessons In Faking It Redux." Reverse!Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Well, hello, hello, hello! This is so exciting! The very first fic of Multi-May! I chose to kick it off by doing a re-do of Lessons In Faking It. This was supposed to be a collab with an old friend, I was to do the set up and they were supposed to do part two but I wrote this back in August of 2021 so I doubt they are gonna get to it, so expect ME doing part two later this month! So let’s get into it.

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Part Two, "A Lack Of Climax In Act Three" is here!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.8K. Reverse!Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Cheating. Lying. Faking. Dating. Angst. Hurt. Toxic Shit. Angst. Talk Of Murder Plots. Dirty Talk. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnilingus. Meanness. So Much Meanness. So Much Shit Talking. Threesomes. Face Sitting. Strap-On Sex. Possessiveness. Jealousy. Reclaiming. Sidney And Tatum Being Bitchy As Fuck. Apologies To Billy And Stu. I Love Them And Don’t Mean The Nasty Shit I Said.  

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You couldn’t have asked for a nicer day really. 

Currently you were walking in between them, Stu had an arm around your shoulders and your hand at your side as is Billy’s, fingers tangled together, you were all coming back from a little study date. The three of you had taken over a table outside the ice cream parlour next to the video store you all frequented, books sprawled out as you worked on your respective assignments. Easy conversation was shared as was laughter between melting bites of refreshingly cool and fruity sorbet. 

It was a nice way to spend a warm afternoon, right now Stu was talking to Billy about something in a shared class they both had that you didn’t, and you just listened.

“I’m not saying there isn’t any merit in analysis but I don’t care about what the flower choices in this stupid book means, ya know?” 

You rolled your eyes fondly, an action Stu definitely noticed but kept talking regardless, leaning down as he did so, “Why couldn’t the author be more forthright with that knowledge? If it was really fuckin’ important than the old prick would make it clear, not leave it up to high schoolers to parse in third period.” 

Stu complained further as he held up the book he and Billy were both being forced to read in English and Billy agreed, simply with a nod, “I hear you man, but do you think you might be a bit too worked up over this one?”

Stu gasped, smacking his own chest with the book, "Billy, baby, are you defending this piece of shit, sorry excuse for a storyteller? Over me?"

"I'm just saying you're talking like the guy was writing it to piss you off specifically, it isn’t personal." Billy said with a casual shrug. Stu asks you, "Are you hearing this?"

"Oh I'm hearing it, alright." The tone makes Billy snicker and Stu scoff, "Unbelievable. Both my boyfriend AND girlfriend are against me."

You squeeze Billy’s hand and that had him glance down to you, a soft smile on his face, he gave a squeeze back in acknowledgement and you leaned closer into Stu as well who pulled his arm tighter around you.

Hmm. Cute.

Soon you were where you needed to be and in the process of saying good-bye to them, telling them it was a good time and you’d see them soon. They lingered as they always did, drawing out hugs and both taking the time to be all sweet, pressing farewell kisses to your mouth that were still a bit sticky from your afternoon snack and then they were off.

Both gave a wave as they called out, “Say hi to Sid and Tate, yeah?”

You smiled and called back, an enthusiastic wave of your own, “Yeah of course. Bye boys!” 

Watching until they turned the corner and were out of sight, a sigh left you, shoulders dropping and your smile falling. You wiped over your mouth with the back of your hand, a slight sound of disgust leaving you as you tried to scrub off the feeling of their lips on yours.

You adjusted your bag on your shoulder as you headed up Sidney’s driveway, one word muttered under your breath, “Idiots.”  If only they knew your true nature and what was in store for them.

They were just so unaware, if you had any semblance of a moral compass or a conscience you just might feel bad about it, or about what was to come. Good thing that petty things like that didn’t weigh you down. The door was unlocked with the key Sidney gave you months ago and you came in, shoes were taken off and you took a quick look around, they must be upstairs. In a minute’s time you were waltzing into Sidney’s bedroom.

You find Sidney on her bed, laying on her stomach, magazine open in front of her and Tatum sitting right next to her, reading over her shoulder. As soon as you enter, both are looking up to you, Tatum nudged Sidney as she said,  “See, there she is.”

Tatum greeted you first with a smile, a warm and flirty call of, “Hey gorgeous.” 

Sidney followed up, significantly less pleased, “Hi.” She flipped the magazine closed then asked, “Took you long enough, what happened?” 

You dropped your bag and came over, hands already outstretched and an apologetic look thrown their way. “Hey. So sorry but you know how those two can be, they just don’t shut up, it took me a while to squirm away.”

A knee on the mattress you leaned down, you can recognize the look in the blonde’s eyes and you moved down to give her what she is silently asking for, just as she always did when you had been apart for an extended period of time. You pressed a kiss to Tatum’s lips, hands cradling her face, satisfying her adorable need for a kiss hello before releasing her, leaning down further still and brushing some hair aside before placing one on Sidney’s forehead. “Forgive me?”

“You’re lucky that you are so cute.” Sidney said with a shake of her head and a fond smile on her face, she sat up and you asked hopefully, “So all is forgiven?”

She slung an arm around your shoulders, not unlike Stu did earlier, as she said, “Yeah, yeah all’s forgiven.”

You moved closer into her, a kiss placed on her jaw as you said, “Thank you.” A hum of acknowledgement from her, obviously enjoying how close you were, clearly she had missed you too.

“Besides, how could we ever stay mad at you when you work so hard for us?” Tatum reached out, hand meeting your cheek and yeah she was right.

The reality is that your relationship with Billy and Stu was all a ruse, totally false on your end, you were actually with Sidney and Tatum, and your two girlfriends have a very particular ‘hobby’ that you helped facilitate. They had this grand plan and you were such an important and integral part to make sure it went off without a hitch. Sidney had beef with Billy and his family, with what happened with her mother, she wanted to ruin his fucking life, tear it all apart and with a twist of her ankle; crush the pieces under the heel of her boot until there was nothing but minor traces of blood and viscera smashed into concrete.

Tatum had always been there for Sidney, they had been friends forever and she had been in love with her for years, she was there for Sidney through it all. When Sidney spilled her metaphorical guts and told Tatum everything she was feeling and thinking, all the horribleness she wanted to engage in, the hurt and pain she wanted to inflict on Billy’s family at the end of a knife for breaking up her own family and destroying her life, Tatum simply asked her, “Well when do we start?”

Everyone needs a best friend like Tatum really. Was there anyone more ride or die than Tatum Riley? You weren’t sure, she was just so damn supportive of you and Sid, totally in your corner, would do anything for you both and you felt the same way, would do anything for them.

Maureen Prescott has a bad reputation, and not without good reason, not like you’d ever say that to Sidney, but she did fuck Billy’s dad while both of them were married to other people. Sidney’s dad found out and their marriage crumbled, Sid’s mom split, leaving her totally fucking heartbroken, she felt so abandoned and so angry. She placed that blame on Mrs.Loomis, was it fair?

Not necessarily but hey she was hurting and what kind of average person jumps right to murder anyway, the logic of, “If she kept him satisfied he never would have cheated and broken up MY fucking family” made sense to her. 

Since she lost her mom she felt it only appropriate that Billy lose his. They told you all the grisly details of it, the sounds she made, the small amount of fight she put up, Sidney gleefully telling you how she not only bled like a stuck pig but “-she looked and squealed like one too.” 

Tatum joined in to tell you that, “It was a great date night, we felt a lot closer after that.”

The plan went off perfectly, no suspicion on them and now that it was almost a full year later, nearly the anniversary of Mrs.Loomis’ death it was onto the next phase of the plan. 

Kill, cut, rip, tear and maim, a violent bloodbath and make it look like it, all of it, was the fault of one Mr.Loomis. You were brought into the plan to pile it on, really make it hurt, there to be with Billy and help make the betrayal of it hurt all the more before they killed him too. Getting to that point of your involvement and trust wasn’t easy but you more than proved yourself and earned it.

Sidney and Billy dated for a while but when shit hit the fan their relationship ended in short order, her mom bailed and Sid just couldn’t stand it, couldn’t tolerate being with him like that. She wanted to really make this whole thing as painful as possible and you pretending to be with him, pretending to care, fake dating him would be the cherry on top. Sidney was dying to see the look of betrayal on Billy’s face when he learns his sweet girlfriend was faking literally everything for months and not only that but was entangled with his mothers killers.

Tatum had dated Stu briefly herself but it didn’t last long, originally you were only supposed to get with Billy, the Stu thing just kind of happened and after a talk it was decided that hey it was even better to ol Sid and Tate.

You getting involved with both of them, forming that little triad, it would be all the more deliciously painful when you revealed that it was all for show, that you had been in on the plan. It would make it hurt so much worse when it all came crashing down around the pair of them.

Could anyone truly blame Sidney Prescott for wanting to rip Billy Loomis’ fucking heart out and crush it in her hands right before his very eyes? Well sure a lot of people could, but not Tatum.

Not you.

You hadn’t known them or been friends with them as long as they had been with each other but you were just as invested, cared just as much, were so into the both of them. When they shared the plan of what they wanted to do you were already in so deep, so utterly smitten with them both that when they mentioned they had wanted your help, you didn’t need much convincing.

The next feeling was a familiar one, Sidney’s arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer, your back to her chest, her legs on either side of your hips, her face in the crook of your neck, snuggling closer still. “I hate when you smell like him.”

Ah yes, this kind of thing happens often. Both of them, but especially Sidney feels this intense need to reclaim you, this incessant urge to mark you as hers and Tatum’s again, make it so you smelt like them, could taste only them on your tongue. She craves to make you say their names over and over again in every fashion imaginable, like a sigh and a curse and just overwhelm you with feeling until there is nothing on your mind other than them.

Overloading you with sensation was their favourite pastime other than that aforementioned hobby.

You loved it too.

“What are you gonna do about that?” You teased and Tatum was closing in on you too, her hands resting on the tops of your thighs, “Ooh I think we both have lots of ideas to fix that little problem.”

You were very sure about that. A big grin as you say, “Oh I bet.”

Hands reach out, your fingers curling in the straps of Tatum’s tank top and using them to pull her to you, kissing her. You didn’t get a good feel or taste from that small peck earlier but now you realise the lip gloss she had on today tasted like peaches and it made you let out a small and satisfied hum.

Sidney’s hands started to wander, one sliding up your side leisurely, under your shirt and the other running down and touching your inner thigh, she had started to kiss the side of your neck, you could still feel how tense she was. She muttered out, “Hate his stupid fucking cologne.”

Tatum pulled back from your kiss with a laugh, you love her smile when she is like this, “God, right? Does he drown himself in the stuff or what?”

You couldn’t stifle your giggle, he kinda did. "Seriously what is that God awful scent he favours?" You ask and Sidney fills in the blank, quick wit as always, "Eau de asshole. Obviously."

Tatum was still so close, her nose on yours and you pressed another kiss to the corner of her mouth between you both giggling over Sidney’s joke. Your mouth moved along her jaw and by this point, they always ended up doing this. Would talk down about Billy and Stu so much after you saw them, it was kind of part and parcel at this point.

Sidney’s hand had made it between your thighs by now, feeling you up over your pants, you pushed your hips up, tilting more into her touch, the light friction was good. She wasn't overly gentle with you, and knew just how to get to you. Her other hand was up your shirt, palming one of your tits through your bra and then came another part that you were all too used to, relaying what happened to them.

“What’d they have to say this time?” Tatum asked, tone much more amused, her hands were on your hips, you having paused your assault of affection, too caught up in the feeling which led Tatum to watch as Sidney’s hands worked you over. She loved to watch you both together, something about it was just so hot, and also made her feel so warm too, she took in the view and you started to reply to her question.

“Nothing interesting-” Sidney bit down on the side of your throat and it made your sentence stop with a sharp inhale of air before continuing on, “-stupid shit about assignments and classes, dumb jokes, dumber movie opinions, you know how it goes.”

Your head tilted back, exposing more of your throat to her and the hand between your thighs pressed a bit harder, focusing a little more and as her other hand was rolling one of your nipples between her fingers you completely forgot what you were talking about.

“I don’t know how you put up with it.” Tatum hummed and Sidney scoffed, “I dunno how WE put up with it back then.” 

She pulled back from your throat as she spoke up, “Truly, what would we do without you?”

You couldn’t help it, loved it when they praised you, would flourish under their attention, you let out a sigh and said, “Just be glad you don’t have to find out. I’m not going anywhere.”

They both liked to hear that and Tatum hooked her fingers in your belt loops and tugged just like you had done to her top earlier, asking with no small amount of heat, “You down for some practice?”

Oh nothing sounded better. You needed this right now. You gave an enthusiastic nod, “God yes, please?”

“So eager.” You could hear the slight smirk in Sidney’s tone, she was loosening up just a bit, good, you were glad. It was hard to stay in a bad mood with the prospect of what was to come right there.

You might be wondering what ‘practice’ with them entailed, what is it that you were practising for exactly?

It all stemmed from your idea initially, that you should lead them on, get so close to them and then ‘lose your virginity’ to them the night of the party, again another layer, more chance to truly hurt them. So this fun little exercise began, that first night you remember so well.

Sidney between your legs, hands resting on your spread thighs as Tatum was beside you on the couch, alternating between kissing you and whispering in your ear as her fingers dragged over your exposed skin. The feeling her hands left in their wake was a lot to handle, you weren’t sure if you wanted to wiggle away or lean into it, Sidney was eating you out beautifully and there was your shared girlfriend, brushing some of your hair aside and whispering in your ear, “Feels good right?”

You nodded and almost whimpered, barely able to hide the sound and Tatum had her fingers under your chin, tilting your face to hers, God she was so beautiful like this, she spoke to you again, “You’re paying attention right?”

Another nod, you were certainly trying to. Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip and then Sid was doing something with her tongue that made your thighs tense and let a moan spill from your mouth, eyes unfocused and Tatum couldn’t be more into the sight, amused by how easily they could make you break apart for them. “Mmm good.”

Tatum kissed you and it was full of want, her hand still under your chin as her tongue got into the mix and you moaned into her open mouth as Sid started to ease two fingers into you. “Fuck-” 

You breathed it out against Tatum’s lips and she pulled back, praising you, “Yeah like that, remember how you moaned just like that.”

You ended up coming so hard that night on Sidney’s tongue and fingers, you were barely floating down from your high when Sidney was looking up at you, head leaning on your thigh, her mouth was still wet from you as she said, “If you are able to fake it half as good as that they will totally buy it.”

So to ensure that you, their precious little partner in crime/girlfriend/actor would be up for the role, a lot more practising and rehearsals would be needed. Something you welcomed openly, you couldn't help how much you got off on it when they were like this, giving you instructions and leading you, telling you how best to act and pleasuring you so amazingly, praising you all the while.

It was enough to make your head swim right along with making your cunt drip.

You were a quick study and took direction well, you were sure you had it down pat but you weren’t about to stop them, not when reaping the benefits felt so fucking good.

The time you were sitting on Tatum’s face, her hands on your ass, you were grinding down onto her mouth, the question fell from your lips without you planning on it, “Be honest Tate, fuck, how’s Stu’s tongue?”

Your curiosity was something that you couldn’t shake, he almost always had that damn tongue hanging out of his mouth and you know just why he did it, to get you and anyone else thinking about what he might be capable of. Worst of all is that it worked, you had been thinking about it. Morbid curiosity got the better of you.

She pulled back, head falling back against the bed and she looked up at you, breathless laugh as she made eye contact with you and she asked, “Honestly?”

You replied with a small smile, “Honestly.”

A genuine want to know and she said it in that way that only she could, this particular kind of fire and bite behind it, obviously truthful and drawn from personal experience and fact, “Overrated.”

She laughed again and so did you until warm breath fans over slick skin the only warning of her intentions of continuing her assault on you. Her mouth latched back onto your clit and that laughter from you bled into a moan as she sucked indulgently. You asked later on if she was being serious and she told you that, “It’s a damn shame truly, honestly with some good direction he might actually be worth a damn at eating pussy. But as it stands right now? Don’t hold your breath for a mind blowing experience.”

You loved when she was so harsh.

Loved it so much you would openly encourage her and Sidney bad mouthing them. A different evening, a late night date had turned to another ‘rehearsal’ and Sidney’s hands were on your hips, slowly pushing the dildo of her strap-on into you, throwing your head back with a bite of your lip and a moan, eyes rolling back. You recall Tatum telling you to do that a different session as she instructed you and then finished it off by telling you, “-guys love that shit.”

Tatum had your head in her lap, playing with your hair and she gave a low whistle, “Look at you! Like a duck to water, you do that move and he might just cum on the spot.”

Sidney laughed, rolling her hips as she sinks inside you again, “Seriously, have you seen how hot she is? Might make Loomis cream his fucking jeans before he can even whip it out.”

Christ when she talked like that it did something to you. 

Again you hoped you would be able to be convincing enough but they encouraged you so much and told you just how easy they would be to trick that any small and minute doubts you had kept melting every time you were sprawled between them.

The need overtook you and you looked up at Sidney as she started to move, hips pulling back before driving forward and it pulled a moan from you, a questioning gasp of, “Sid?”

She let out a hum, a harder thrust before she asked, “Yes, honey?” That somewhat sing-song and overly sweet tone, obviously enjoying herself, she was in a playful mood. 

Looking up at her with the question falling off your tongue, “Tell me about it again?”

A light laugh, the sound of skin on skin as she didn’t stop, pace steady as she fucked into you, each plunge of sturdy silicone making another shock of sensation rush through you, “Oh did my little comment get you wanting? You want me to be mean?”

Tatum’s hands were sliding down your body and soon her fingers were between yours and Sid’s bodies, starting to circle your clit, making you buck under their shared effort with another ample moan and a shudder.

“Want me to shit-talk Billy “I-think-my-dick-is-God’s-gift-to-women” Loomis, huh?” She bites out, feeling a little breathless as she slams into you over and over.

Fuck yes you did want that. You begged for it, insanely needy, “Yes! Please?”

“Anything for you.” She sounded so warm, so affectionate. Tatum above you pressed harder and couldn’t hide her own smile as she said, “Oh this’ll be good.”

“Want me to tell you all about how he acts like he is hot shit? About how he talks about how he is gonna get you off soooo hard when his fingering technique is like he is digging for change in couch cushions?” Tatum and you both laughed, yours much more out of breath and strained, almost hiccupping in pleasure.

Sidney’s grip on your hips tightened, she fucked into you harder and between her consistent and steady pace, as well as grinding into that sweet spot and Tatum not letting up on your clit you wouldn’t be lasting very long. They were just too good at this point, and knew your body so well.

“Want me to tell you all about how he will act all concerned, all “Ooo I don’t wanna hurt you” talking like he is packing heat but it is just average-” Another hard thrust that ended in a grind, her leaning down breathing the next two words right in your ear, “-at best?”

“Fuck babe tell us how you really feel.” Tatum teased, you were way too into this, were unable to stop the small moans and curses and whines that left you, squirming under them and their conjoined effort.

They could be so mean and you adored it.

Tatum had shifted, one hand still working between your thighs and her other wrapped around the base of her own strap, pushing it against your lips, “If you want her to keep going you better start sucking, they’re probably gonna expect you to take them both at once.”

A few light smacks on your cheek with the flushed pink silicone and then you opened your mouth and let her slide in with ease. Her hand threaded in your hair and she tugged, “Make eye contact as you do it, slut. Make it convincing, I wanna believe that you need this dick more than you need air, got it?”

A weak nod and you pushed down further, looking at her, eyes pleading for more and moaning around the false cock approaching the back of your throat. You slowly pulled back, cheeks hollowing as you sucked obscenely, starting a slow but passionate pace and Tatum said, “Shit. That is good. You play the part so well, they won’t know what hit them”

Sidney let out a laugh, feeling you start to tremble in her grip, could feel how close you were getting, nails raking over your hips, she practically purred, “You’ll knock em dead, such a pretty little actress.”

“Actress? Try porn star.” Tatum fired back pulling another giggle from Sidney. You shouldn’t clench down on the strap like that or moan at her calling you a porn star but fuck, it made you want to whine. 

But they weren’t the only ones who would talk shit. You joined in just as often. One night where you were focusing on them, putting those hands of yours to good use, you instigated it, your mouth pulled back from its place on Tatum’s chest and you looked up to her and Sid, taking in the sight of them kissing before saying, “Something happened with them today.”

You didn’t wait for a response, curling your fingers you pressed on and told them about your date earlier. 

Billy had sat you and Stu down, with a confession in mind, he opened up by saying, “You and Stu mean so much to me I…I can’t tell you how thankful I am that you were here for me. That I’m not doing this alone, you’ve helped me out more than you know or I could say and just..I love you, both of you, so much.”

He positively poured his heart out to you and Stu and my lord, you couldn’t have been happier. You were giddy to tear away and run back to Sidney and Tatum to fill them in, just as you were right now.

You put on your best impression of him and mocked him, how he said and what he said and they swear in that moment they fell a bit harder for you than they had already.

It was perfect. Everything was going swimmingly. Tatum and Sidney were transfixed by you as you regaled them, hands still on each other but not moving. Shared wide eyes and enraptured as they listened, barely able to breathe, almost no sound leaving them unless a particularly good thrust of your fingers drew one out of them.

“You should have seen him. He looked pathetic! He was almost crying, still whining about his mother.” Your mouth was on Sidney’s thigh, kissing up as your fingers slid into Tatum deeper, “He’s so weak.”

No this wasn’t perfect.

You were.

They were the ones who couldn’t believe their luck. Having someone like you so fully devoted to them, so invested, so ready and willing, yeah there was probably one person in Woodsboro who was more ride or die than Tatum Riley and that was you. Sick, twisted, equally as fucked up, you.

As your tongue stroked up over Sidney’s leaking slit, a slow circle over her clit before pulling it between your plush lips and sucking deeply, you looked up at them and gave your own confession, your own soul bearing admission. This one not mocking as you made fun of Billy, this one was your own and totally honest, “I love you both so much.”

Your girlfriends were confident in one thing at that moment. That yes you were perfect for them, an amazing accomplice and an even better actor but they just knew that with them?

You’d never, ever fake it.

[shiftingwithmars]

Disaster-Mattheo Riddle Oneshot

A/N: Yet another fic inspired by one of my favorite songs!! This one is a little bit longer so I really hope y’all like it😭

Summary: After your sixth breakup with Mattheo, you finally realize that your boyfriend isn’t always as strong as he pretends to be.

Warnings:Swearing, fluff, angst, Clingy!reader, use of Y/n, happy ending, let me know if I missed anything.

Song listened to while writing: Disaster-Conan Gray

It was yet another night of endless yelling between you and Mattheo. The cause? Mattheo had been ignoring you for the past week. Sure, he would say hi to you in the hallways and give you a quick kiss as you passed by each other on the way to class. But he hadn’t talked to you as much as usual, and when he did talk to you he just seemed so…bored. He was being distant, and you were starting to worry. You thought that the days of Mattheo being closed-off around you were over, but apparently you were wrong. So, you had tried to confront him about it, which is how you ended up here. Fighting in his dorm about something that could’ve easily been solved with some communication and reassurance. But nope, that’s not how Mattheo did things. Instead, he got angry and he snapped. Like always.

“God, you’re such a clingy and obsessive freak!” Mattheo spat, the words cutting deep as you tried to remain firm. You honestly didn’t know why you were still with Mattheo. The two of you had broken up five times already, and every single time you just came crawling back to each other. You just couldn’t take it anymore.

“I can’t do this anymore!” You shouted, the hurt evident in your voice. “This relationship is toxic, Mattheo. We fight almost every week! You’ve been ignoring me, and you don’t tell me anything! I’m sick of it! I’m done with your bullshit, Mattheo!” You let the words finally be released from your mind, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes. Mattheo glanced back at you, meeting your gaze with a mixture of emotions. Anger, hurt, regret, and then anger again.

“Then leave! No one’s stopping you!” Mattheo shouted back, his eyes narrowed into a firm glare. You scoffed, picking up your bag from the corner of the room. “Fine! But don’t expect me to come back this time!” You said harshly as you turned to leave. Mattheo’s expression faltered, and his expression softened as he processed your words. He tried to stop you from leaving, but the words were stuck in his throat. By the time he finally got the courage to speak, you were already gone.

You sat in the library, trying to ignore the heavy pain in your chest. It had only been a week, but it felt like months. You regretted breaking up with Mattheo, just like you knew you would. Sure, Mattheo wasn’t exactly the most mentally-stable boyfriend, but he was still a good guy. He walked you to class, always made sure that he told you he loved you, and he was happy to cuddle anytime you wanted to, even if he pretended not to like it. He always made sure that you felt loved and appreciated. You were too lost in your thoughts to notice the familiar brunette standing behind you.

“You coming to the game tonight?” You jumped at the sound of Theodore’s voice, sighing as you leaned back in your chair. “Sorry Theo, but I’m gonna have to skip this one.” You said in an apologetic tone, trying to ignore how much it hurt to say those words. “Come on, Y/n. You can’t just avoid having a life because you two broke up.” You sighed, your head hanging low. You had figured that Mattheo had already told Theo, and you were right. How come he told Theo everything, but he rarely ever told you?

“I just…I can’t. It won’t be the same, you know?” You said softly, swallowing hard as you tried to hold back from crying. You wouldn’t be wearing Mattheo’s jersey. He wouldn’t kiss you after the game to celebrate the win or kiss you to cheer him up after they lost. The only reason you even came to the quidditch games was to support Mattheo, and now you couldn’t. Because you weren’t his girlfriend anymore.

“It’s alright, I get it. But I’ll make sure Pansy saves you a seat, in case you change your mind.” Theo shrugged, turning around to leave. He paused though, glancing at you over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, about Mattheo. He’s not good with commitment.” Theo said softly, walking off without another word. You sat there, trying to process what Theo just said.

You sat on the hill, watching the quidditch pitch from afar. You could barely see what was happening, but luckily the announcer was loud enough to be heard from this far. The crowd was equally as loud, although less annoying than usual. That’s one reason you were glad you weren’t in the stands.

You sighed softly, slipping your arms into your sleeves as the chilly night air made you shiver. You cursed yourself for not bringing a hoodie, or even better, a blanket. All you were wearing was some very thin pants and Mattheo’s jersey. You would easily use some magic to warm you up, but you hadn’t been thinking and left your wand in your room.

You glanced up as people started filing out of the stands, signaling the end of the game. You didn’t know who had won, not able to hear the announcement over the crowd’s incoherent screaming. You stared down at Mattheo’s jersey, trying to ignore the bitter feeling in your heart. You shook your head, getting up with a feeling of determination. You doubted you could fix this, but you had to try. You couldn’t go any longer without at least apologizing to Mattheo.

You approached Mattheo’s usual crowd, all of them leaning against the back of the bleachers. Slytherin had won the match, as you could tell by Draco and Enzo shouting about how Slytherin was the best and Gryffindor could eat dirt. Theodore and Blaise just ignored their friends’ childish antics, and Mattheo was…..not there.

“Nice Jersey.” You jumped at the sudden voice, your eyes narrowing at the snarky remark. “You’re just mad because I didn’t give it back to you.” You responded with a tone full of equal snark as you turned to face Mattheo. His expression was soft, completely contrasting the bitterness in his voice. “Can we talk?” Mattheo asked, his hands shoved in his pockets. You crossed your arms over your chest, your eyes narrowed. “Okay. Talk.” Mattheo sighed, hoping that you would’ve asked to go somewhere private, but he knew that was unlikely. He just hated fighting with you in front of his friends.

“I’m sorry, okay? You were right. I’m a terrible boyfriend, and I don’t deserve you.” Mattheo said softly, his voice filled with pain. He turned his back to you, ignoring the burning sensation of the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. You slowly softened, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I’m a disaster.” Mattheo said quietly, causing your anger to finally dissolve.

“You’re scared.” You noted quietly, gently playing with the hem of his shirt. “Yeah…” Mattheo agreed, instinctively leaning into your touch. “I-I’m sorry, really. I just…” Mattheo trailed off, slowly turning to face you. “I’m not used to having someone care about me. It scares me…” Mattheo said softly, and you felt your heart swell with emotion. Mattheo had been hurt all his life by people close to him. His father, his mother, people he thought were his friends. Theodore was right; Mattheo was scared of commitment.

“It’s okay to be scared, Matt. It scares me just as much.” Mattheo seemed a little surprised at that statement, causing you to giggle. “No more yelling and fighting. From now on we communicate and we talk it out. Deal?” You asked softly, holding your pinky up. Mattheo smiled, netting your gaze with a gentle expression. “Deal.” He interlocked his pinky with yours, sealing the pinky promise.

He wrapped his arms around you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. The sound of cheering behind you made you both turn your heads, rolling your eyes at the sight of Mattheo’s friends all watching with an amused look on their faces, clapping and hollering. You turned back to Mattheo, kissing him softly as you ignored Enzo parading around you in a circle. You loved Mattheo and he loved you, that’s all that mattered.

[demonslayeranimex]

_________________________________________ hello everyone! This is a special fic for a very amazing writer, slay aka the one who encouraged and is probably the reason I'm writing a fanfic right now. also while I'm at it apologies for unannounced hiatus in my writing.

Ps this is a fic of Katsuki Bakugo, a character from Mha (my hero academia) and slay's oc, Kansatoki Hikari so this won't be a character x reader, at least for this fic.

@slayfics hope you enjoy this fic and your birthday

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As Kansatoki started to wake up, rubbing her eyes slowly, having no energy at all to deal with people and the day in general. Then as she looked over to her phone, there was a notification from her calendar app, what now she thought as she clicked it, still groggy in the process.

As she saw the date on her phone, her eyes widened when she saw the date, March 17th. It was her birthday today, she almost forgot about that type of thing as she didn't have any fond memories of this day. She hoped none of her classmates would remember or even pay attention to it.

Kansatoki started to get ready for the day, there weren't any classes today so she didn't need to wear her black uniform, so she grabbed an oversized t-shirt and some shorts. Then she forced herself to go out of her dorm then made her way downstairs.

After the signal appeared from the elevator, indicating that it was the bottom floor, Kansatoki exited it, only to be greeted by a massive amount of people greeting her happy birthdays and stuff like that. As she scanned the room, looking for a specific person, only to find he wasn't there. She was confused so she searched around, planning to ask his friend where he was. He would know, right?

"Hey Kirishima, where's Bakugo?" Kansatoki asked

"Oh hey Kansa! Bakugo said and I quote "I'm not spending my rest day with you extras" so that might be the reason why you can't find him" he explained, she laughed a bit at the answer. I guess she would expect him to be locked in his room, this was bakugo we were talking about after all.

After that short conversation, Kansatoki got to the elevator once again, heading for bakugo's floor.

After she got there, she started to bang on his door loudly. After a while Bakugo opened the door with a scowl plastered on his face.

"Oi! What the hell do you want, you damn women. You're gonna break down my door" he reprimanded, talking loudly like always.

"You're not even going to be nice for a girl on her birthday? What kind of gentlemen are you?" Kansatoki teased, of course bakugo being mean was always the standard but she just couldn't help but tease him for it.

"Yeah yeah. Happy birthday or whatever" he retorted, clearly being forced to say it. Then he took his hand out of his pocket, revealing a small box. As he opened it, Kansatoki saw a black necklace with the initials K.H on it.

"Getting soft now are we Bakugo?" Kansatoki taunted him, as she took the box from him and examined it closely, almost not believing that it was a gift from Bakugo.

"I swear to god tell a soul and I'll fucking kill you women" he grumbled, but knowing him, he might just actually do it. She laughed it off as she wasted no time, taking the necklace outside the box then wearing it.

[toyaslove]

a/n: Hello! What's up? I know I've been reeeeeally inactive, but I was thinking a bit, and I've decided to write a Toya fic... I still have some requests in my inbox, I'm sorry if you're still waiting for yours, I'm really lazy to do them... I've been thinking of this fic for AAAGES in my mind as i have a lot of trauma related to my birthday... and then I thought! It would be fun to share that and see how people would react to my fic! Well... have fun reading another fic mine ~

Tw: Crying, birthday trauma, a lot of negativity

Toya Aoyagi x Male Reader (only some little mentioning of male pronouns/names)

Tags: @miya-akane @toyaswif3y @sentientsoil – Come get your coffee boy!

"Happy" Birthday, Y/N

Writing style: scenario/long fic, angst and comfort in the end!

Finally, it's morning... after spending an entire night awake, the sunlight starts invading your room, slight beams of light through the curtains.

The only thing you can think of is what this day is, how this will be awful and terrible again, how it won't be any different from the other years... Something you've realized throughout the years, these days progressively are getting worse with every year... what can you expect this time? Another disappointment? Another fight with your parents or friends? A friendship ending? You have no ideia.

Tears roll down your cheeks while you sit on your cosy bed. You hug your pillow, and you keep thinking of the worst things that could ever happen to you. It's your birthday, after all... you know nothing good is going to happen.

Luckily, nobody knows it's your birthday at school, that's what you think. Not even VBS knows about it. You've only told Toya.

Well, you have no time to lose. You got up from your bed, got dressed, and went to school. You look dead as you didn't have any sleep at night and because you cried a lot.

You arrived at school, you study at Kamiyama High School.

Everyone repaired at how you were looking...

"What the fuck happened to him?"

"Did a truck run over his face?"

Well... you just avoided those voices and went to your classroom, where you met with Toya, your best friend at the moment.

"Good morning, Y/N! Mm? What happened to you? Are you ok?" – Toya, your friend, says.

Well... of course your best friend would notice you're not ok and you're in a TERRIBLE mood.

"Good morning Toya! I'm fine, don't worry" – you reply to your friend

Of course you were lying, just look at you... you just feel so miserable, so as always you try to put on your "good mood" mask and pretend everything is alright, but that wouldn't deceive Toya.

Toya takes your hand and brings you outside of the school, and you interrupt him

"Toya! What are you doing? We're NOT going to skip class! Why are you doing that?" – You say

"Shh, trust me" – Toya says. "We never skipped or missed a class in a year. One day won't make any difference... plus our grades are just fine!" – Toya complements.

Well, he ended up shutting your mouth, but you still were a bit confused. He? Out of everyone skipping class? Like... is he sick!?

You couldn't deny, you 100% had feelings for Toya... which made you want to not see him on your birthday cuz like!?!? You're gonna be with him the entire day and he doesn't like you back!! [That's what you think]... Well, making things even worse! But what the fuck is your crush doing!! He just got your hand and ran from school on your birthday? You were still processing so much information

And you really didn't know why... does he remember your birthday? He didn't mention it at any moment! You're so confused right now...

After walking a bit, you realized Toya brought you to his house, which was empty. Nobody was home. The lights were off. Then... Toya turns on the lights and takes on his hand a small cake with a blue candle on top of it. When the lights are on, you can see some small and simple decorations, stuff like streamers and pennants, nothing more than those. It said "Happy birthday, Y/N". Some confetti falls on your head when Toya opens the door, but they're noiseless. It was a peaceful and quiet birthday party, only for you! The only guests are you and Toya, and everything was so calm and serene... You could see the care he had throwing all of this, considering you were so sensitive and scared of your birthday. Everything so soft, all planned only for you and your happiness.

"Happy birthday, Y/N!!! I hope you liked your surprise... I made everything, I hope you like it! I baked this cake with a little help from Akito, but only orientations... most of it was only me baking! I.. I hope you like it!" – Toya says, with the most innocent and kind smile you have ever seen from him.

You felt your world collapse when you saw all of that. You started crying, not of sadness, but of happiness. You could never think that someone would actually care so much about you to do such a thing for you and your sake. You never thought this would actually happen one day. You put your hands on your face to cover your blushing and crying from happiness. Toya gets a bit confused, but he puts your cake aside and asks:

"I'm sorry if this made you sad... I didn't mean to. May I hug you if this helps? If you don't want to, you don't h--" – Toya says, but gets cut off by you

"Of course you can hug me!!!" – You say, uncovering your face with the biggest and brightest smile.

Toya gives you a tight and warm hug. You cry on his [shoulder or chest, depending on your height].

"Toya... how would I be sad? I could never in this world imagine that someone would care about me this much to do such thing in a day I hate, to make me smile on it. To try to make me happy. This is beyond a dream to me... I still can't believe this is actually happening... you're so sweet and caring. I could never be sad with such a cute thing like that. How can someone have a heart as sweet as yours? I'm... so grateful. Thank you, Toya... I'd never think I'd be happy on this day... never. And here I am. This is because of you and only you! I... can't be more grateful"

You say, with a slight sore voice, because of your crying. You feel your heart full of happiness, love, and good feelings. Something you could never imagine on this day. Even Toya dropped some tears because of your compliments and how he made you happy... that's all he wanted, to see you smile.

"I'm happy that I made you feel this way... that's all I wanted — I didn't expect you to react in a good way like this, but I'm glad you did! Happy birthday again, Y/N. I hope you can finally have a happy and good birthday. I... really love you"

Toya says, looking at you with a big smile. He takes your hand and kisses it as you blush when he does that.

"Why are you doing all of this?" – You ask

"Why? That's because I love you. More than you can ever imagine."

You were speechless. He didn't say once but TWICE that he loved you. Is it for real? Or like... is it just a friendly I love you?

"You mean... in that way?"

"Well... I was thinking of keeping this to myself, in case you didn't like me back, I wouldn't ruin your birthday... but well, yes, I do like you romantically... would you like to try something?"

"Yes!! That's 100% yes! I... like you that way too. And instead of ruining my day, well... that made it even better because I got even happier knowing about this! Thank you... and yes, we can be boyfriends if you want to!"

Well... he's very wrong because instead of ruining your day, he made it even better! He actually liked you!? There was so much to process... but well! It was a good day, after all... later on that day, you two cuddled, laughed, played videogames, and Toya even gave you some gifts of your favourite things! He's a sweetie, and he'll definitely be a good boyfriend! Give him some time though, he never had a romantic relationship!

a/n: IM REALLY SORRY IF THIS IS BAD idk I spent a lot of time without writing but I wanted to write this it's been AAAAAAGES, so, I hope you guys enjoy it!!!

[twstbookclub]

How Oblivious Are You?

Summary: Cater helps you figure out your feelings for someone, but you're oblivious and his patience is really running low POV: 2nd POV Pronouns: Gender Neutral Admin/Writer: Kai ⚔ Tags: Cater Diamond, Platonic, Crackhead writing, unserious, i didn't take this fic seriously with proper grammar, it's supposed to make you laugh, Cater is my spirit animal, oblivious reader, will this get continued??? Word Count: 993

Cater sat criss-crossed on your bed, and stared blankly at you with his eyebrows raised. He was there for one reason and one reason only: talk to you and see what the gossip around the Heartslabyul dorm was about.

Just minutes before, he sent you a text saying, "I'm on my way." Those words? Didn't mean anything. He was already busting your door down by the time you read it.

"Cater..?" You asked while also staring dead into his eyes. You were nervous as to why he was there.

"So, my eyes and ears have been catching some behavior from someone we know. Do you know something?"

"Huh? Someone we know?"

"Mhm, but that's not what I want to ask. Do you have a crush on anyone, Prefect?" Cater tilted his head, a mischievous smile on his face.

You blushed at his question and thought about it openly.

"Well… I’m not exactly sure if I do…" You looked at Cater for a reaction, only to be met with a frustrated look in his eyes as he squinted.

"And who is this "not exactly sure"??" He tilted his head, anticipating an answer.

"It's complicated-"

"OH MY SEVEN. GIVE ME A NAME."

"DEUCE SPADE!"

You blurted and even surprised yourself. Deuce? Why did you say Deuce if he hadn't shown interest in you? Or did he? Seven, this was new to you too.

Cater was silent, but he stood up from your bed. Tension was so thick that a knife couldn't even compare for a way to cut it.

"Deuce…"

Cater walked around your room, slowly, and it felt suffocating. You couldn't read his thoughts like you usually could.

"And you didn't tell me?!"

"I didn't know!"

"Deuce never showed interest!"

"How could you not know?"

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding with me."

"What? I don't see any indication that he has!"

Cater's jaw dropped. Not in shock, but in utter offense.

"Seven, give me patience…" He sighed and rubbed between his eyes. He blinked a few times to gather his thoughts.

"Okay," Cater started. "There is a reason you said his name, and even if you don't know that reason. I'm gonna tell you straighter than a piece of pencil led."

You listened carefully with a small head nod.

Cater put on a sweet, soft smile. His eyes also smiled as he placed his hands on your shoulders so gently as if you were a glass painting.

You returned his smile, but something in your gut was screaming "RED ALERT, RED ALERT" at 100 miles an hour to run.

Cater's expression turned into a dead-eyed look after, faster than you could process.

"HE HAS LIKED YOU FOR SEVEN KNOWS HOW LONG. HE WALKS YOU TO CLASS. WILL BUY YOU SNACKS FROM THE SHOP. DENIES EVERY OTHER BEING ALIVE. DEUCE. LOVES. YOU. CAN'T YOU SEE IT? HOW ARE YOU SO DENSE? I THOUGHT HE WAS DENSE, BUT HE CLEARLY HAS COMPETITION. YOU BOTH ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER."

Your body was shaken like some kind of life-size doll. Cater was merciless on you with how blunt he was. It felt like a major whiplash. Still, he wasn't done.

"YOU BOTH HAVE BEEN FLIRTING. THE BEHAVIOR I HAVE WITNESSED WAS FROM HIM, AND HE WANTS TO ASK YOU OUT, BUT THE GUY DOESN'T KNOW HOW. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?"

He finally lets you go, but not without helping you get back on your feet. You felt dizzy and your insides felt like they'd been turned into a milkshake.

It was a bit scary to see Cater in such a way, but you couldn't leave him hanging either.

"I mean, I don't know! This is new, and my brain feels like mush after being shaken like a snowglobe!"

"Alright! Fine. What do you want me to do?"

"Oh! I'm sorry! Please allow me to ease your pain and get rid of your woes with a pain relieving spell!" His sarcasm made you groan and try to think.

"Tell me what you think about Deuce," Cater suggested while pulling out his phone, opening a notes app.

"Well…"

"Well? It's just you and me in this room. Let it all out."

"Okay, okay. No more stalling."

You took a breath and let your emotions speak.

"I don't mind that Deuce is the only one who puts his attention on me. I don't mind that he buys only me snacks, but I did find it weird how he always rejected everyone else, yet would always accept my request."

Cater listened and wrote down your points, but then stopped halfway, letting you continue.

"He's nice, and sweet. Caring, funny, a bit of a troublemaker, but that's not a problem at all… I did question at one point why my heart would race whenever he was close to me, or why I would feel jealous if he suddenly got pulled away from my side. I just always thought this was normal, but I still don't know what it is."

You let out a sigh of relief as you felt a heavy weight was being lifted off your shoulders after revealing your emotions. You looked at Cater to see his reaction…

Only to be met with a Cater giving you a look that says, "There is no way you didn't know."

"What?"

"You like Deuce, dude."

"Is that what that is?"

"WHAT? YOU STILL—OH MY SEVEN."

Cater turned you around and pushed you out of the door, making your body face the Heartslabyul dorms.

"Go. March onward to the past delinquent, and ask him out. Just go 'Deuce, go out with me' and all is solved. Go on." His voice mimicked your own as he pushed you, closing the door.

"And don't come back until you ask him, I'll be watching you…"

He said the last part with an ominous tone and you quickly walked off to Heartslabyul, and going off to quickly find Deuce.

Well. Here goes nothing.