#just. saying hi? hug. leaving for class? hug. looking bored? hug. sat on the couch? shove over its half hug time.

[chimaerra]

literally whyyy does the universe hate me. for real. this is mean and torturous

[fields-of-grimes]

Screw You | Carl Grimes

Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader

CW: mentions of death, strong language

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You and Carl were playing games, until you got bored of the same old card games. “Hey we should play at least.” You said making Carl look at you confused. “What’s that?” He asked. “It’s a game where we like one up each other, here i’ll start.” You said as he nodded.

You thought for a minute, “At least when i tried my best friends dairy replacement i didn’t gag.” You said laughing as he shook his head laughing along with you. “Okay, okay at least i didn’t trip over the teachers desk and face planted in front of the whole class.” He said making you cringe at the memory.

You two kept going until you weren’t thinking and said the first thing that came to mind. “Okay, okay at least no one had to cut my baby sister out of my mom in a boiler room.” Your smile faded as you heard what you said, Carl just stared at you with a mad and hurt expression. “I’m sorry i didn’t mean it i wasn’t thinking.” You said grabbing his hand. Carl pulled his hand away and stood up. “Screw you Y/N honestly that was fucking low, i want you and your shit out of my room by the time i get back.” He said slamming the door behind him as he left, leaving you alone.

You started crying, as you grabbed your bag out of his closet and started shoving your stuff in it. When you finished, you quickly left the house and went to find Maggie. “Hey Maggie?” You asked her as you walked up to her. “Hey Y/N is everything okay?” She asked as she saw you crying. You shook your head. “No Carl and I had a fight, can i come with you to Hilltop, i need out of here for a while.” You said as she hugged you tightly. “Of course, I was just about to leave so go ahead and get in the car.” She said as she closed the trunk and you climbed into the passenger seat. She got in the drivers seat and started driving, you just leaned your head against the window and stared out of it.

Carl wiped his eyes as he walked back inside and went to his room, he hoped you ignored him and were still in his room, all of his hopes faded away when he saw you and all of your stuff gone, he looked around his room as his eye fell on a piece of paper, he grabbed it and started crying again as he read it.

‘Carl i’m sorry for what i said i wasn’t thinking you said you wanted me and my stuff out of your room before you came back so i did that i wont be in Alexandria when you're reading this i’m with Maggie that’s all i’m gonna say but just know that i love you’

Carl threw the letter down before running downstairs. “Dad!? Dad!” He screamed looking for Rick. Rick ran up to him worry plastered all over his face. “What? What’s wrong?” Rick asked his son. “Where’s Maggie? Is she here?” Carl asked running his hand through his hair. “No she’s at hilltop why?” Rick tilted his head to the side confused. “We have to go to hilltop now!” Carl said running out of the house, Rick quickly followed him.

“Carl! Carl stop!” Rick yelled at him. He finally caught up to Carl standing by a car. “Why do we have to go to hilltop?” Carl sighed, “me and Y/N had a fight she left with Maggie, i need to find Y/N so either take me to hilltop or I’m going by myself.” He said glaring at his dad. Rick nodded “okay let me go get the keys.”

Rick and Carl finally made it to hilltop, they were let in the gates and Carl started running around hilltop looking for you.

“Carl!” Maggie yelled storming up to him. “What did you say to her?” Maggie crossed her arms starring the younger boy down. “Where is she!? I need to talk to her please.” He said crying again, Maggie just sighed and pointed to a house. Carl quickly ran to it and ran inside. He smiled seeing you sitting on the couch reading a book. “Hey.” He said walking up to you.

You looked up at him before looking back down at your book, “Hi.” You said quietly, he sat next to you grabbing your book, he folded the corner of the page before closing it. “Look at me.” He said as he went to caress your cheek. You scooted away before he could touch you. “What are you doing here?” You said finally looking at him.

“I missed you, i messed up earlier please forgive me please.” He said grabbing your hands. You sighed “I was never mad at you Carl i was mad at myself for what i said.” You looked down as a quiet sob escaped your lips, Carl heard this and he pulled you onto his lap holding you tight. “It’s okay I’m sorry i got so mad.” He said kissing your cheek. You leaned into him snuggling your face in the crook of his neck. “You have nothing to apologize for i wasn’t thinking when i said it, do you forgive me?” You asked looking up at him. “Of course i do.” He kissed you softly.

Maggie walked in and smiled at you two. “See Y/N i told you it would all work out.” She said making you and Carl giggle. “Thank you mags for keeping her safe.” Carl smiled at her. “Of course Carl.”

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I ran out of ideas at the end

[justhyunhoer]

Relationship: Hyunho! X fem reader!

Content : poly relationship, fluff, you're a student, hyunjin is a student too, minho is a professor, University AU, comfort, motivation , kisses, softness, jealous reader,surprise event at end, cuddles ,etc.

Disclaimer: just a mere fandic and it's a au, I'm not force shipping any of the member and you know right...

Studies never came in your priorities, not even once. They were more like a burden to you , but not exactly. It was something that you did as you had to .

You opened the door to be greeted by Hyunjin who was dozed off on the couch. You didn't even know why the guy took a leave from the school. You went there and adjusted his position to bit comfortable one as you didn't wanted to wake the boy up from his slumber.

You got fresh and went to watch the drama they were playing on the television this week, after an hour you checked the time only to find out that there was still an hour left for your another boyfriend to get home. You were bored and wanted to wake hyunjin up, but you hesitated when you looked at his peaceful structure lying on the sofa and admiring how cute the man looked, eyes puffy, lips drawn into a slight pout. It took every ounce of your energy to not to give him a peck as he needed some rest as he studied almost all night due to those darn finals coming up, whereas you and minho just cuddled to sleep.

You decided to wake him up and tell him to rest comfortably at bed as at this rate he would have a sore neck once he wakes up. "Jinnie, wake up dear..." You cooed in his ears as you didn't wanted to scare him. After few seconds he rubbed his eyes "Agh, you're back?" He cutely asked in his sleepy voice and sat up properly to face you, he ruffled your hair and asked how was your day today. To be honest you would be completely lying if you say that these small actions didn't raised up a swarm of butterflies inside you.

"It was fine, but it would've been better if minho didn't scolded me in front of the goddamn class." You nearly whined. "Hyung scolded you? " The man asked with the visible confusion which looked still cute.

"Yes, the miss got below average marks on the recent test!" You started sulking as hyunjin gave him a peck and helped him with his stuff, the said man chuckled at his boyfriend's response.

Hyunjin went to wash his face when the later changed into his comfy clothes and plopped down beside you, raising the volume up of the then playing ' Master in the house ' one of his favorite shows. You were still upset from his actions even when you knew that it was for you .

Hyunjin came back and snuggled his face into crook of Minho's neck. "Hyung! , Jinnie's hungry! Can you cook something for jinnie pwease? " Hyunjin faced him with his sparkling eyes that might pop soon. "Cut the act hwang ! " Minho whined as You laughed at the desperate attempt of the blonde. Eventually Minho left to the kitchen to make sandwich for the hungry young man.

"Princess, it seems that hyung is really pissed this time with your grades. " Hyunjin volunteerly opened the topic, hugging your waist as you basically laid down on him. "Idk why but- i just don't like to study nowadays! "

"It ain't like that dear, you just lack focus nowadays, believe me you are distracted." He whisper told as he made those small and comforting circles on your tummy. "Maybe... Ughhh whatever!" You throwed your hands in the air as a sign of defeat.

"Believe me or not, today is the last day of you acting so recklessly on this topic." He said and left a gentle kiss on your neck which somehow told you that he is damn serious.

Another few minutes passed by you and hyunjin laughing at how yang se hyung skipped some countings during punishment, which was later followed by seung gi and eunwoo and how it didn't worked on the trainer.

The laughs were haulted when Minho came with two dishes of cheese sandwich, which was later followed by another one. Both of you sat up and grabbed your plates basically sniffing the aroma of the cheese filling the whole room. The simplest thing ever made by The Lee Minho became the tastiest version of that food you ever had .

As soon as Hwang took a bite a soft moan osf satisfaction left his mouth at which the later tensed "believe me if you do that once again princess..." Another one escaped his lips helplessly when he heard his little nickname.

"Stop it guys, let me have my sandwich!" You interrupted not wanting to spend much of your energy on what hyunjin was inviting. "Devour it at its full , today is the last day you're getting it for nothing." Minho said with a smirk leaving you into a complete confusion, as it was somewhat related to what hyunjin said.

Another day started, today was the day where the preparatory leaves started for the finals of the said year which was just 20 days from today.

You woke up with your face snuggled into Minho's neck, with his hands on top of hyunjin's which were hugging your waist loosely .

Every thing was normal until your two boyfriends avoided you and had the breakfast without you, they didn't even bothered to cook one for you. You ignored it but everything went fishy when hyunjin didn't talked to you the rest of the day when Minho left for the work without getting his goodbye kiss from you and only from hyunjin. "Hyunjin-ah are you upset with me? "

"Yes!"

"Why jinnie?!" "Cause you are acting all bratty about your studies ,princess! Hyung and I are now tired of lecturing you, so now we decided that for the next 20 days if you want to do anything with me and hyung which includes cuddles and meals too, you gotta earn it by learning 2 chapters. "

Your eyes popped and jaw dropped after hearing those words and that serious expression on hyunjin's face screamed that he was telling the truth. Later that day you tried to convince Minho that it was too much for a poor girl like you, but the guys didn't even budged.

You tried same for other 2 days but it was of no vail, so you had to give in in their policy.

Everytime you finished the told chapters you would get what you wanted, if they were not satisfied with your answers , you had to revise the chapter. Those 20 days felt like that everything had it's price and which was actually true just the criterias here were different.

You wanted to study with hyunjin but you getting distracted and him being in another department never helped so it was meant for you guys to study separately. How Minho brought the refreshments for hyunjin and nothing for you sure made you jealous and same thing acted as a feul to boost you study period. (It was all preplanned by the sexc brain of Minho.)

Day by day you realized that, you actually wanted to study but just needed someone to push you. This also made you aware of the fact that your boyfriends knew you better than yourself.

Hyunjin gave you free cuddles and Minho gifted you free kisses when they saw that you were actually studying without being greedy about getting something. With all of their and your efforts your exams went really well, and today was the day of the results.

You and hyunjin were there standing in front of the result boards of your respective departments. You joyfully hugged hyunjin when you found that the guy topped the exams with the highest score, which was a perfect 100, finally your boyfriends all nighters and ground breaking efforts paid off. Now you started finding your own name between 20 to 200 but never found yours. Hyunjin was unable to look for you as he was greeted and congratulated by the professors and his fellas.

"OH MY GOD!!!! GUYS SEUNGMIN AIN'T FIRST THIS YEAR!! " this caught everyone's attention and yours too. You went near the billboard out of curiousity and found that it was your name there in the bold letters as you got a good 99 ! Every one was shocked including you!

Hyunjin came to know about what just happened and lifted you from your waist and moved you in circles with a beautiful smile on his face as his eyes were drawn into crescent moon "You did it princess!!!" Were the only words that left his mouth.

When you guys reached home, it was nearly 9 pm as you were invited by his friends to celebrate the occasion.

As soon as you entered the room, bright candle lights greeted you as a beautiful candle light dinner was setted on a glass table where you can see "congratulations my loves " Written with rose petals on the table, slow romantic music playing on the background.

You and hyunjin stared at the whole thing in awe when your boyfriend came towards you

" I knew princess, you were able to do it, you just needed a little guidance and motivation for so.. Studies ain't everything but it will help you in achieving what you want in your life at a good level. My love, forgive me if I hurted your feelings these days, but trust me i was just as much suffering as you were. " You shed tears of joy and happiness as he kissed your forehead, hyunjin did the same "Our crybaby!" . Minho caressed and congratulated hyunjin too with same love and affection.

"I'm blessed to have you two in my life!" You hugged them and thanked them especially Minho to set up this great night.

"This ain't all my princesses , a much better gift is waiting for you both in the bedroom. " The Brunnete added with a smirk and a hint of you-know-what in his eyes as swarm of butterflies made their way from your stomach upto your cheeks...

It was sure going to be a great night...

[iwritewthwine]

Chapter 20 buckle up

semi-written. warning!: self-suicidal thought ahead. proceed with caution for this chapter please. if you ever have thoughts of suicide reach out to loved ones; friends, families, professionals don't let your mind take hold of yourself alone.

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Gazing deeply at the message on your phone as your eyes begin to moist. It wasn't that Seungcheol's message was mean or anything, the complete opposite of that. Being used. Your mind stopped at reading that. Taking you back to the past, the memories that you have buried are now resurfacing. Many of the memories with Justin, you never even told to your friends and Seungcheol’s message reminding you of that day that made you become hollow of romantic feelings. 

Already finished with the assignments as you sent it to your professors via email, you were feeling extra chippy, deciding on baking something for Justin to surprise him at his place and maybe stay a little longer at his place.

The pink cinnamon rolls with strawberry icing you made, were sitting on the counter cooling itself as you head to your room for a change into something cute and appropriate. A cute pleated skirt with a button-down blouse and a loose cardigan should be fine.

By the time you arrived at Justin's place, standing outside of his apartment door as you wrapped a knuckle onto the door. Waiting, in the cutest outfit in your closet carrying a container of pink cinnamon rolls. Smiling widely at the door opening and anticipating Justin to take you in his arms. 

"You are not Joann. Who are you?" she asks, staring dumbfounded at you. She was pretty and taller than you, she could've been a model. All the thoughts surrounded your head. Was Justin cheating on you? Girls do fawn toward him a lot and you did question him about that to which he responded every time, "they're just students in my class."

The girl continues to stare at you, now with her arms crossed over her chest. "Who are you?"

"I, I'm Yn. Justin's girlfriend, who are you?" you say, trying not to sound like you're on the verge of tears. She let you aside, but you could've sworn you saw her roll her eyes. Stepping inside of the apartment, you step into his line and sight, and from his eyes alone, you could tell Justin was panicking on the inside. 

"Yn? What are you doing here?" Justin stands from the couch as he walks over to you. His arms envelop you in a hug. 

"I finished my assignments and I wanted to visit you. I also made pink cinnamon rolls. What's going on? A study group?" If you had known in the past you wouldn't have asked that last question but you did. 

"Yeah. It's for one of my psychology classes. We have an exam coming up next week." Justin gingerly pecks the top of your head. "You didn't have to come over babe, I was going to visit you afterward." Letting you go as he proceeds back over to where he was, his gaze leaving you and going back to that girl that had opened the door for you. “We’re almost done anyways, if you want to wait, just sit tight.”

Of course you obliged to his demand, you were in love with him. Sitting patiently on the couch as you watch Justin and this girl study, it did look plainly like studying to which it took on longer than a few minutes. A little bored and unsure on what to do, you eyed the clock on the wall, eyes fixated on the second hand spinning past the numbers. Eyes strained from watching the clock, you sat and informed Justin that you’re heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

You stayed in the bathroom just a little longer, despite being in a relationship with Justin for 8 months, you still felt inevitably uncomfortable and out of place around his friends and his friends’ friends. Taking a deep breath and staring in the mirror, you nodded your head with an affirmation. “We’ve been dating for 8 months now, his friends have to know me by now and I shouldn’t be nervous around them. Okay. I can do it.” Taking a tentative step out the bathroom door, you froze in place upon hearing a soft cackle.  A cackle, like a witch’s cackle and not the hilarious kind of cackle. Your heart began beating at that sudden cackling, hands balled into a fist as you moved your back onto the wall. Inching closely to the living room and making sure that Justin and the girl don't see you.

“I cannot believe you’re still dating her. What does she have that the rest of us don’t? She’s pathetic and frankly she isn’t even that pretty. I think I saw her walking around campus one time and oh my gawd she has so many guy friends. Like they are all super handsome and yet she’s so plain. You’re handsome too. How could handsome people end up with someone like her?”

“Yn isn’t all that bad. She’s naive, yes, but she’s a good person. Plus, I need her. Professor Thomas is thinking about giving away one of his prestigious internships and by helping Yn, by lettting her be one of my protege the possibility of me going into that internship is a high chance.” Justin turned slightly towards the girl, his hand ghosting over her upper thigh and his lips near her ear. 

You continued to listen to their conversations, the bottom of your lip trembling and eyes getting mistier as you covered your mouth with your hands, stifling any sounds that may come out of you. Bringing you back to when you first met Justin, you were leaving, exactly like what he said, you were leaving Professor Thomas’ class and you bumped into him. He apologizes for not seeing you and then treating you to dinner, and then for 3 weeks he continues to meet you in front of that class, taking you to lunch and helping you. The way he made you feel among his friends comparing to yours were different, the way he belittled you around your friends and tried to make it look like it wasn’t his fault because he doesn’t know them as much as you to his friends, getting all touchy with you and then ignoring you the next. Was everything a set-up from the beginning? Later that night, after returning from Justin’s place, you brought back the pink cinnamon rolls, standing in the kitchen, as you stare at the intricate beautiful cinnamon rolls you made for your boyfriend, a tear stream down on top of it unknowingly because you weren’t thinking at that moment. What that girl in his apartment said and what Justin said, coming back into your mind as your hand clasped tightly around the butter knife, somewhat wishing that the butter knife could sharply cut, maybe if you held it even tighter it would. It didn’t cut as sharp, it did leave a dented scratch but no blood. 

“Yn!” Seungkwan exclaimed. Having come down from his room to get a bottle of water because he got thirsty. Seeing your hand tightly around the butter knife and your sullen facial expression, he didn’t need to do anything because he knew from the action alone. “What are you doing?! What the fuck, Yn?” He stepped over to you and held your balled up fist with the butter knife inside. “Please. I don’t know what happened but Yn, if you’re thinking about hurting yourself, please, I love you, Seokmin loves you, Soonyoung loves you, we all love you, talk to us.”

You dropped the butter knife and looked at Seungkwan, unable to tell him what you heard and saw today and afraid of what might come in the future. But perhaps telling a little bit will relieve some parts of you.

The memories flood your mind as your eyes mist all over again, gazing with no thought whatsoever when Seungkwan and Seokmin open the door and their eyes landing on your form on the bed.

“Yn?” Seokmin softly announces. He carefully steps closer to you and his lips pouting at seeing a tear staining your cheek. “Baby Yn!” He shouts with a cry. Arms widening out as he embraces you in a tight hug before you could register back to reality. “You’re crying! No. Please don’t cry. I’m going to let Soonyoung find Justin and beat the crap out of him.” Seokmin sniffles, his huge arms still wrapped tight around your body.

“You’re going to let Soonyoung find him?” Seungkwan asks, stepping over to the side as he settles next to you. “You won’t find him yourself but you’re going to make Soonyoung do it?”

“Yeah duh, I’m not going to risk my life for that piece of shit, Soonyoung already is risking his life so he might as well.” Seokmin loosens his arms around you, quickly ruffling the top of your head with his hand as he gives it a quick peck.

“Oh, well, you're weak. Anyways, Yn, how are you feeling? Did Seungcheol say anything bad or anything? Actually what did he say to you?” Seungkwan scooted himself onto your bed, resting his back on the wall as he nestled a pillow on top of his lap to cuddle.

“Seungcheol didn’t say anything wrong. At least it didn’t seem like it. I think I'm just over-thinking these things because of Justin. I, just, I,” you paused trying to calm down when a stream of tears fell down your eyes and all you could see of Seungkwan and Seokmin was a blur of water.

Seokmin grabs the tissue box from the night stand and hands them to you, softly patting the top of your head. “Calm down first and then talk. We have all night and we are not leaving you tonight.”

You nodded your head, taking a few, a lot tissues and blowing your nose and wiping the tears from your eyes.

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[Seungcheol's pov] ↓

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Frequency (noun): 1.) the rate at which something occurs or is repeated over a particular period of time or in a given sample.

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[hoshi-y]

Hi can I request Mitsuba x reader with a tiny bit of lime (even though it say that in your rule, but if you get uncomfortable feel free to ignore it <3)

Tired

Genre : Fluff with a little bit of lime

Character : Mitsuba Sousuke

TW : None

A/N : Hello! Yes I am comfortable with a little bite of lime HAHA, I hope you enjoy

I don't know what came over me

As usual, Another boring day at school

All the festivals and events will happen in a month or so

And you could not wait to have a full month without classes

Not only that, nothing exciting has happened this week

well not yet

"Hey.. sleepyhead, Don't sleep you'll get in trouble.." Someone poked your cheek with an eraser head, looking up it was Mitsuba, He asked you a month ago and of course you said yes, you had a big fat crush on him

He has been a great boyfriend to you, other than his very mean comebacks you two love each other very much

"Sorry sorry" You lifted your head and placed your cheek on your palm as you dreadfully listen to the lecture

"And now we turn our book to page—" The bell had rung, signaling that it was the end of classes as the class celebrated silently, Finally classes were over, and the weekends have now started

Everyone started packing their bags and also bidding farewell to the teacher as everyone went their seperate ways either to go home, have plans, or is apart of a club

You wrapped your arms around Mitsuba as you snuggled onto him "Sousukeee... Can we go to your house?" Looking up at him, He sighed softly he doesn't wanna say this but he just can't ignore and say no to your cute face

"Darn you for being cuter than me.. Alright, let's go, are you done packing your stuff?" You nodded as you showed him your bag, He held your hand as the both of you nade your way out the school, He looked a bit tired, sleepy even

"Are you okay Sousuke?" You asked him "I'm sleepy.." He hugged your arm as he laid his head on your shoulder, You patted his head "Hey, cmon your house is just a few more minutes away and I'm not carrying you you're heavy—" Mitsuba lightly smacked you in the head as you started laughing

You two finally make it to his house, taking your shoes off in the foyer and sat yourself down on the couch "Your mom is not home yet?" You sulked, you wanted to see more of those baby pictures she showed you the other day

"She's gonna ba home late.. And no I'm not showing you anymore of my baby pictures.." He glared at you playfully, you already took a photo of one of his baby photos and he was begging for you to delete it but no

"Awww... Cmon you were cute as a baby, See?~" You pulled out your phone and showed him the picture you took of his baby picture, He blushed as he tried to snatch your phone away "[F/N] Delete that!"

"Ah ah no way! This is now my most prized photo" You teased him, But what he did next surprised you

He pinned you down on the couch looking down at you "You're gonna delete that or else"

"Or else what?" You taunted, You soon shivered as you felt his hot breath near your ear making you weak

"You made me do this, [F/N]" He teasingly bit your ear making you release a shy mewl "S-sousuke.." You couldn't push him away as he had your hands pinned down, What went from a cute cat, turned into a lion before you

He started kissing your neck softly as your breath hitched "Sousuke.. W-wait.." But he wasn't listening, He started sucking and biting your soft skin leaving hickeys on your neck, Now you didn't know how to cover that up

You let out a shy moan as he kept leaving hickeys around your neck, "L-Love.." You felt his grip on your hands finally loosen as you ran your fingers thru his messy pink hair, He pulled away and looked at his work

He softly grabbed your face with his hand and connected his lips with your soft ones, Usually you would initiate things first, but now, this was new and it surprised you and you weren't complaining

You two finally pulled away breathing heavily, feeling Mitsuba lean his head on your chest as he dozed off "Sousuke?.." You heard soft snores, how can this guy do all that and sleep? You sighed softly as you played with his hair kissing his head

"Sleep well.. Sousuke.." As you soon dozed off too

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS Fall - Chapter 6 - Part 1

BOOK TWO: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Noah Wright

I had one fifty minute class on Friday morning.

Speech and Communications.

It was boring but my professor was supper chill.

In high school, the teachers always told us that they were 'preparing us for college' and 'do you think your professors will allow you to do that?'

From what I've experienced so far at college, my high school teachers were complete bull-shitters.

My professors didn't care if I had to leave and use the restroom.

No one needed a hall pass.

I could leave when I wanted or skip and no one would call my parents 'not that I had any'.

I could step out to make a phone call.

All my professors asked were 'respect me and my teachings and I'll respect you'.

I did have a professor that didn't allow phones at all 'even told a student to leave when they wouldn't stop texting' but my Speech and Communication professor had told us 'it's your grade, show up and pay attention or don't' but the class was still boring as shit but I was out by 9:50 am and after getting gas, I got home by 10:15.

Unlocking my front door to my apartment, I kicked my shoes off after shutting the front door behind me and that was when I noticed a smaller pair of shoes.

No... it couldn't be, he would've texted me.

I check my cell-phone and had no notifications.

My stomach was swirling with anticipation.

"Sam?" I questioned hesitantly, stepping further into my apartment and before I could comprehend what was happening, Sam ran up to me from the kitchen and jumped on me.

I caught him as his legs wrapped around my waist and his arms around my shoulders.

I laughed, hugging him back.

"What are you doing here, Dumb-ass?"

"I missed you, Meat-head. I missed you too much."

He leaned back, me still holding him up and he had the most stunning smile on his face.

"Now kiss me."

I pressed my lips to his, our mouths working in a perfectly sensual and slow movements, our longing for each other seeping through our kiss.

I walked us to my couch and laid us down with me on top of him.

Slipping my tongue past his teeth, I tasted the sweet flavors of his mouth.

Sam's fingers were tugging at me hair, his legs pushing me down until our groins were pushed together getting him to moan.

My teeth pulled at his bottom lip before I broke our kiss, my eyes searching his green eyes.

"You never cease to amaze me, Sam Moretti."

He smiled and leant up to peck me on my nose.

I sat up, straddling my boyfriend's waist.

"You must've really missed me, huh?" I said with a teasing cockiness to my voice.

"I actually only came here for the sex," Sam jested.

I raised my eyebrows.

"I'm that good?"

"The best," he grinned.

"Yeah, I am," I agreed with full confidence.

"This was a really good surprise but I do have an essay to write that's due Monday and a project I need to finish."

"Wow, I didn't know you were responsible," but his tone was teasing.

I was so happy he was here.

I shoved a pillow in his face while saying.

"Shut up, shit-head," and Sam was laughing once I pulled away and stood up.

Sam leant up on his elbow.

"That's okay, I can help you with your essay if you want. I don't even care if we do anything at all this weekend. I just wanted to see you and sleep next to you tonight."

I smiled and bent down to kiss him.

"I'm gonna do more than just sleep next to you tonight," I whispered to him, the bit his ear lightly.

He breathed out a sigh.

"I really hope so."

I kissed him on the cheek before going to the kitchen.

"Are you hungry? I can make us breakfast," I suggested, looking through my cabinets to find something for us to eat.

"Yeah, that sounds good."

Sam stood up, following me into the room.

"Um, I actually have to talk to you about something. I wanted to tell you last weekend..."

My cell-phone started ringing.

The caller ID read Jude.

"Hold that thought," I told Sam before answering my call.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Hey. What are your plans today?" Jude asked all excited and hyper.

He didn't wait for my answer as he said...

"I don't care, get your ass to Dina's tonight. Ciera got us into a Kappa Kappa Gamma party. Those girls throw the best parties."

I chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm actually with my boyfriend. He surprise visited me," I looked at Sam and winked at him but Sam only gave me a small, tight lipped smile.

"Oh, you should bring him," Jude suggested through the phone.

I was still eying Sam who had been watching me this entire time.

"I'll ask him and I'll text you."

"Definitely text me."

And we exchanged our goodbyes before I hung up.

I asked Sam...

"Wanna go to a sorority party tonight?"

I grabbed him by the waist and pulled his back to my chest.

"We can dance like we did at prom," I suggested, bringing my lips to his neck.

"Are you gonna go down on me in a closet as well?" Sam questioned.

I smiled against his skin, remembering my senior prom night.

"If you ask nicely."

I pulled back and spun him around to face me.

"Actually, only if you beg."

"Pfft, shut up," and he shoved my face away.

Then in a more serious tone, Sam said.

"Could we possibly stay in this weekend? I just want it to be us two."

I nodded.

"That sounds perfect to me. Pancakes or waffles?"

Sam grinned.

"Can we make them chocolate chip pancakes?"

"Obviously, Dumb-ass."

I went to the cabinet and pulled out the box of pancake mix then the half full bag of chocolate chips that Sam and I used last weekend to make cookies

'Sam was trying to turn me into a baker. The cookies tasted like shit'.

"Speaking of, how is DJ?" I asked, referring to Sam's cat I got him for our first Christmas together.

DJ short for Dumb-ass Junior.

"Good. He's so funny, did you see the video I posted on my story yesterday?" Sam asked with a silly grin.

"Yeah, that was hilarious," I laughed, thinking about DJ getting scared of his own tail.

As I mixed the ingredients together and turned the stove onto high heat with a pan placed on top, I felt Sam arms wrap around my waist.

He inhaled a deep breath of me.

"I just couldn't wait two weeks," he whispered.

"I'm glad you couldn't. I couldn't either."

And I couldn't wait to get my hands on him.

[aphrodict]

bugbear breaks into your window and now you're having a sleepover! oh and it ends with sleep cuddles

an unexpected guest

bugbear x gn!reader // reader n bugbear arent in a relationship*yet*,, spoilers (small) for bugbears route, slight suggestiveness

hii! apologies for getting to this late, thank you for waiting anon <3

clearly, you didnt see this coming. your cryptozoology classes had just ended a few minutes ago, and here you are, just looking over to the boy on your bed. “bugbear? whatever the hell are you doing here?”

he smiles, finger to his mouth, shushing you as he went so much closer to you. his hands go to hold your shoulders in place as some shadow’s close your door.

you did say he can come in anytime, though seeing him did give you a fright.

“hey—you could have sent me a text before coming, you know that, right?” though that doesnt stop him from basically breaking in your dorm. “well, i hope you dont mind that ill be sleeping here with you from now own.”

“huh?”

you stop. looking at him with your face just in pure shock.

“i dont remember allowing you to..”

“shh shh, dont be so loud!”

he rushes over to the window, seeing some of his things by the bag thats open, he jumps down and grabs them. “as i was saying…” the boy trailed off, fixing his things, putting random hats and socks on your spare drawer.

“you cant be here! this, it—its not your dorm, no, wait, its not even your house!”

“what? so now i cant have a few-day-sleepover with my best friend?”

“i bet you didnt even ask permission from the headmaster!”

“oh come on now, its too much work. besides, you already told me i could stop by anytime.”

he gets closer, drops the bag and pins you against the wall, your face heating up. he brings a finger to your chin and lifts it up, his smile widening even more.

“did you not?”

“i—…”

you gulp, looking deep into his eyes. then, he bursts out of laughter. “pfft.. haha! you should've seen the look on your face!” he clutches his stomach, pointing to you—now embarrassed and speechless.

you reviewed for some tests, reading your material while the intruder in your house is just there. he’s not doing anything, just throwing a ball up the ceiling. you close your book, he sat up and got his cape, putting it on and opening the door.

“im gonna go for a walk.”

he tilts his head over to you

“sure, try not to head to the forest at this time.”

“i know, are you hungry? i can sneak some food in here.” he asked, generously

you shrug, tidying up your desk

“your choice.”

“oh? since when has the great top student rely on others?”

confusion written all over your face, he giggles and leaves.

bugbear, what a creature

the evening passed and its in the middle of the night, you agreed on letting the boy sleep on your couch instead of the floor. for some reason, he couldnt sleep at all, always bothering you and calling.

“hey are you still awake? what are your thoughts on really good bread? what things do you like? is it me?”

you grumble, turning on your lamp—it emits a yellow glow. you notice how bugbear wasnt at the couch, and felt something shift on your side.

quickly, it tackles you back down on the bed, hugging your sides tightly.

“oh yes, now this is comfortable.” he says, nuzzling his head onto your neck.

“you couldve said you wanted to use my bed instead..”

“its boring, too straightforward. you already know i love your reactions, dont you?”

you sigh, giving in and turning to meet his face. he blows on yours playfully, hugging you impossibly closer. relucantly, you stretch out your arms for him—surprised hes alot warmer than you expected

maybe you’ll get a good sleep tonight as well

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[lunasdream]

i object! // matt murdock x f! reader

summary: a story about how you became friends with two law students. 

word count: 1.4k 

warnings: mentions of alcohol 

a/n: yeah im kinda obsessed with matt! got inspired after watching legally blonde the other day! for the sake of this story, columbia university is sort of not accurate but thats okay cuz its fiction! also ive only ever watched the defenders so i hope i got his character right! p.s this has been proofread once! 

✿  * ✿  * ✿  * ✿ Most people presumed you to be dumb. A bimbo. An airhead. You got into Columbia because of your family’s money and you’re only going there for fun. There’s nothing up there! Just because you like dressing up for class, like to take your notes with fluffy pens and your resume smells like flowers, doesn’t mean you’re a complete ditzy girl. I mean you got into Columbia with your high SAT scores and outstanding admissions essay. Hello, 1560 and sobbing life story right here. 

Although you did grow up pretty comfortable, your parents never took part in your acceptance, you did all that by your brilliant self. Despite the criticism from others, you didn’t let that bother you since you were too focused on getting your masters in psychology and will be graduating summa cum laude. It’s also due to the fact that you had two incredible best friends who didn’t see you as such that made this overbearing school enjoyable. 

✿  * ✿  * ✿  * ✿

It was a Friday night when you met them, Champagne Supernova by Oasis played in the background of a dorm room party signaling the end of it. Young adults passed out on the couch, others making out in corners while you take your last shot before stepping out; bored of them. It was barely half past midnight and you were off to find another party that wasn’t as lame as the previous one. 

It’s been six years since you began studying at Columbia, your dream school since forever, the kind of place anyone would kill to go to. Hell, you’d pinch yourself now and then to make sure it was real and not a dream. Long story short you knew the school like the back of your hand yet you found yourself completely and utterly lost, having strayed off too far. 

“I've had way too much vodka.” You muttered trying to figure out why this part of your building looked unfamiliar. The dorms in your school looked relatively the same for grad students but something looked off. 

After knocking on some doors with obviously no answer, you were about to give up and turn around until you heard some voices coming from the last room to your right. A small whiteboard was placed upon the door and had the names ‘Foggy & Matt’ with poorly drawn glasses on it. You really wished that Foggy wasn’t their real name. Poor guy. Knocking on the door the boisterous laughs had suddenly stopped, silence filling the air for a minute, not until a guy with long blonde hair opened it staring at her in confusion. 

“I didn’t order pizza.” He said, after a minute of stillness. 

You scoffed. “Do I look like a pizza guy to you?” 

He begins to look you up and down analyzing your outfit: black knee high boots, tight floral skirt, and a black long sleeved top. Definitely not a pizza guy.

“Maybe you’re doing some freelance work?” 

You rolled your eyes thinking about leaving until you heard a faint voice coming from behind the blonde. “Foggy you’ve had too much to drink and she’s obviously not the pizza guy.” A guy with dark glasses and what seemed to be a walking cane came from behind trying to save him from humiliating himself. 

“So…what can I do for you?” 

“Yeah, hi I’m lost. What is this place? Like where am I?” You say to him, hoping you made sense, alcohol still in your system. 

“Uh…you’re in Columbia University.” He responds, the smell of vodka hitting his nose, assuming you were lost. 

You laugh. “I kind of knew that part already. I mean like is this River Hall? It kind of looks like it but I think I’m wrong!” 

He stops to take a second to listen to your laugh. A laugh that sounds like a sunny day or a hug. It makes him feel warm. Not wanting to look like a complete weirdo, he chuckled and apologized for his assumption. “This is actually Broadway Hall. You’re actually not too far from there, we can show you if you’d like.” 

“I would so love that but I can’t help but backtrack a tiny bit, I heard you say he’s had too much to drink meaning you have alcohol? If that’s so, can I come in?” You asked eagerly hoping they didn’t reject your question.

✿ * ✿ * ✿ * ✿

They stepped aside to make room for you, while Foggy went to grab the liquor, welcoming you to their tiny dorm that consisted of clothes and books on the floor and plain walls. You decide it’s a bit too bland for your liking, maybe a couple of posters and a hamper could make it seem less drab; they’re definitely in need of your help. 

Since your first year, you’ve been bringing loads of furniture and pretty decor to liven the hideous space Columbia provides for students; which people did make fun of you for in the beginning but stopped paying mind to it by third year. Looking for a place to sit you saw the only two chairs in the room being occupied by papers and even more books. Who needs all of those books? Not even you need that much and you need to read case reports for a living.

Matt was listening to your heart, making sure you didn’t feel uncomfortable as you were still standing. Being in a room with complete strangers might throw some people off, but your heart was beating steadily letting him know you were fine. But why were you still standing? It took him a second for him to realize that it wasn’t because you were nervous , it was because of the clutter that almost covered the entire room. Feeling absolutely embarrassed he told you you can sit on his bed and apologized for the mess. You immediately replied. “Oh my god no it’s okay my room is totally messy too no worries!” 

He heard the slight skip in your heart knowing you were lying. He didn’t like liars, he almost hated them, maybe it’s a quality he gained from studying law, yet somehow he knew you weren’t doing it on purpose which made him respond with a chuckle. “Thanks.”

“Yeah don’t even worry about it, we’re in college I don’t expect anyones room to be tidy, especially guys!” You laughed. “No offense!” 

He smiled. “None taken.” The both of you continued staring at each other smiling like idiots, rosy cheeks forming on your face, the alcohol definitely not responsible for it since you felt yourself sobering up by the second. 

“I don’t want to be rude or anything but I’m just really curious! How does school work for you? Since you’re blind? Ah, did that sound rude?! It was right? You don’t have to answer that!” You rambled cursing yourself for being such a blabbermouth. Matt heard how fast your heartbeat was going, he thought it was kind of you for not wanting to sound offensive, he began to explain. 

“Everything’s translated into braille for me plus I have Foggy over here for help. It’s the least he can do.” He joked. 

“That’s really neat,” You nodded. “And I totally agree, make him do all the dirty work!” You humored. 

“Alright so I have a half empty bottle of vodka or warm beer, I forgot to put them in the fridge, take your pick.” Foggy came back holding them up, interrupting the moment you had with him. 

The sound of drinking lukewarm beer made your stomach churn and quite frankly you didn’t feel like puking your guts out. “I’ll take the vodka, thanks!”

“I’m Foggy Nelson and this right here is Matt Murdock by the way.” You glanced at them, shaking both of their hands at the same time, introducing yourself, not knowing you were all going to become the best of friends. 

“So what’s with all of the books?” You asked tilting your head up, taking a swig of the drink, passing it to Foggy, as Matt said he was done for the night. He sat by you, respectfully sitting as far as possible but he could still smell your faint scent of floral perfume; he liked it. 

“We’re law students, we’re in our final years now.” 

You gasped. “No way! Like Legally Blonde? That’s so cool!” 

They both laughed. “Well technically yeah but it’s more like fighting injustice and keeping the bad guys in jail, but yeah it’s like Legally Blonde.” Foggy responded while all Matt could do was laugh. 

That night you and Foggy had gotten blasted which left Matt to take care of you both. It consisted of running after you guys all over campus, making sure you didn’t get hurt, taking him on an adventure while you were looking for something greasy to eat. One of the first nights he didn’t care about studying.  

[floraltypes]

OHSHC Meeting The Parents

Who - ohshc hosts x reader

Type - fluff !

Summary - the hosts meeting your parents

AN - my requests are open so request something!

unedited :/

Tamaki

You had told Tamaki that your mother was dying to meet him

The woman wouldn’t stop asking you questions regarding him after you dropped a hint you were dating someone

So, one day she threatened to lower your allowance if you wouldn’t invite him over

Hence, why you are running around with trying to finish up your hair and the maid trying to help is stressing herself since you won’t sit down

When the doorbell was rung the butler quickly opened it and your mother and you both rushed down the stairs to try and get there first

Tamaki looked nervous in the beginning but his eyes lit up once they landed on your figure

“Y/n!” He called out, jumping a bit

Tamaki was very much dressed for the occasion, no surprise, and cleaned up well

You mother put a hand on her heart while Tamaki squished you into his arms

“So adorable, my little y/n,” Your mother cooed

“Uh, Tamaki, I can’t breathe,” He let you go quickly, put kept his arms on your shoulders

He soon realized that your mother was there and quickly turned around bowing a few times and apologizing for not greeting her sooner

“No worries dear, why don’t we go to the dining room to begin eating. Y/n’s father will be later due to work,” Your mother told him

The three of you sat at the larger table, Tamaki sitting right besides you

Your mother asked him many questions and he happily answered, staring at you most of the time and your mother could just tell how much he was in love

She thought he was so cute on how he kept asking you questions throughout dinner to involve you in the conversation like ‘what is your favorite class?’ ‘Y/n, you like that game too, as well, correct?’ ‘Y/n sure is very intelligent!’

Your father ended up being very late and didn’t eat with you three

You and Tamaki decided to go to a one of your extra rooms where there was a large TV and couch

You both sat down besides each other and watched something on the television, Tamaki holding your hand

At one point, Tamaki was trying to reach over you to reach a drink on the table besides you, but it ended up being farther than he thought and he feel ontop of you

He looked up from your legs with a awkward, yet cute, smile

At that exact moment the doors swung open and your father walked in

“I apologize for being late, your mother said the boy was in he- why are you laying inappropriately on top of my child?”

“Uh, i-, no, never!”

Let’s say your father didn’t think the highest of Tamaki like your mother did…

Kyoya

You were both working on some homework one day when you brought up the idea

“Do you think it’s about time to meet my parents?”

“Should I?” He asked back

To be honest, Kyoya knew he was a respectable man and knew how to behave, but still had some nerves

You also didn’t want to exactly have to sit through a long dinner with your boring parents who only knew how to talk about business deals and money, but it would be something your family would eventually ask you

When it came time, you were meeting Kyoya and his parents at a restaurant with your own

When the two of you viewed each-other your eyes lit up a little

“Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Kyoya’s father greeted, bowing in front of your parents who soon exchanged the gesture

You greeted Kyoya’s father, your second time seeing Kyoya’s parents again after the dinner you had with them not too long ago

“Y/n,” Kyoya pulled out the chair for you, which you soon sat down on and he sat right beside you, your other side being taken by your mother

“Kyoya, you’re the youngest, correct?” Your father quickly asked, sending a glare

“I am the youngest son, yes,”

“Ah, so you should know what competition is like,”

“I do,”

“Good because they’re many men competing for my daughters hand in marriage,” He laughed, soon turning his attention back to your mother who was chatting with Kyoya’s parents

He mumbled something to himself and grabbed your hand, intertwining it with his

You rubbed small patterns with your pointer finger as a quiet way to reassure him, sending a small smile which seemed to lighten his mood highly

He knew that with you competition seemed worth it, something he was willing to put up with as long as having a chance with you is the prize

When the two of your guys’s families were getting to depart, Kyoya turned to your father before leaving

“I know competition, and I’m very successful in all types of it, I will win the competition for your daughters hand, I just hope you will be able to accept the victor,”

Hikaru

Telling Hikaru that your mother found it important for her to meet him seemed ridiculous to him

Both of your parents weren’t apart of the relationship, so what should it matter what they think of the other

You loved him and he loved you, he didn’t need anyone else to say otherwise

“Come on Hikaru! My mother will continue to bother me until you finally agree,”

“Only if you promise me something,” He quickly told you, snickering secretly at his brilliant plan

“Anything, I’m so tired of her complaining,”

“A kiss,”

You quickly moved your lips to hover in front of his and connected into a sweet and short kiss

His cheeks brightened to a vibrant pink and he scowled turning his head away

“Not now,” He mumbled.

A week later he was outside your door with a cocky smile and a bouquet in hand, (advice from Kaoru)

“Hello, Mr and Miss L/n,” He bowed, handing the bouquet to your mother

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you son,” Your father put a hand on his shoulder

“Son?” Hikaru asked silently, looking at you with confusion

“My father always wanted a boy,” You tell him, laughing a little

“You look nice Miss L/n,” Hikaru complimented your mother, already

“Oh Y/n, he is so kind!”

Though at first, Hikaru thought meeting your parents was ridiculous, now he’s laughing with them at some joke your father made and being invited over next week for another dinner

Kaoru

He’s another person who isn’t so confident about the idea

You both were snuggling on his bed, his arms wrapped around your waist and head lying on your chest while you combed through his hair

“My grandma wants to meet you,”

“She does?” He looked up with a spectacle look

“She isn’t bad, much more open to things considered her age,”

“It makes sense why she would want to meet me, so I guess,” He sighed, then taking in the comfort from the position he was in.

“I don’t want to make a bad impression,”

“You won’t! She just wants to treat you to one of her iconic desserts,”

The both of you slowly got up from your spots and got ready to go to your grandmas that evening

When she opened the door, she gave you a tight hug and then soon threw her arms around Hikaru, squeezing him tightly

“Y/n says you love chocolate, I made some treats so she can show you to the dining room,”

He ended up losing all his nerves after taking a bite of the cake

“It’s amazing!”

“I’m so glad you like it. You’re such a sweet young boy, take some more,”

He felt really comforted by your grandmother and comes back next week after she sends him a letter inviting him

When you came home after a shopping trip with your friends, and saw your boyfriend chatting with your grandmother in the kitchen you were very confused

“Hikaru, I didn’t know you were coming over. Did I forget to tell you I was seeing my friend today?”

“You did,” He walked over you you and gave you a hug and small kiss on the cheek

“Then, uh, why are you here?”

“Your grandmother invited me!” Soon your grandma walked in with three cups of tea

“Oh thanks grandma, did you here me come in?” You went to take the other cup before someone came in behind her. “What are you doing here?”

“She wanted to meet Kaoru’s twin,”

Mori

The both of you were in the library doing some reading

You had recently been describing this book to him that you fell in love with and he wanted to read it for himself

You just wanted to read in general

It was a quiet time, but the both of you sat near each other and your head was lying on his shoulder

You had totally forgotten that your dad was begging to meet this man

“My dad wants to meet you,” You voiced, looking up at him while he just nodded, eyes still on the page

“Which one is that?”

“Dad is the really energetic one, papa is the really smart one,” You told him, the poor boy still having trouble with the names for your two fathers

“Ah,” He hummed, moving a hand to rest on your thigh

“Great, I’ll tell them you will be over this weekend!”

“Mhm,” He rubbed a small circle on your clothed thigh and the two of you kept reading, basking in each other’s presence

When the day came Mori wasn’t exactly nervous, but he wasn’t excited

He had brought a treat that his mother wanted him to bring over

“Mori, is it?” Your papa questioned, while your dad quickly took the treat.

Your boyfriend nodded his head, and scavenged through his pocket for a little box

He handed it to you, and you tilted you head, letting a small smile take over the features on your face

“ARE YOU PROPOSING TO MY BABY ALREADY?!” Your dad asked, jumping and trying to rush to grab the box from your hands, getting pulled back by your papa

“No, it’s a present, calm down hun,” He said with his stern voice, though your dad could easily tell her was just trying to be considerate of you and Mori

“Thank you,” You looked up at Mori and pecked him on the lips

“DID MY BABY JUST KISS HIM?!” Your dad yelled once again.

“You kissed me after our first date, remember?” Your papa reminded the man

“Mori, please come in, take a seat, eat, smile, talk, dance, sing, whatever you please,” Your dad pushed him into the living room and your papa followed

You soon pulled the two aside, sending a look to them

“Don’t be rude to him, I already told you that he doesn’t speak much and that’s his choice that we need to respect,”

You soon felt arms on your shoulder and looked back to see your boyfriends figure towering over yours

“It’s okay Y/n. I’m willing to answer questions to help soothe your parents worries and to show my love for you,” He smiled down at you and placed a kiss to the top of your head

That was when your papa and dad knew that this man was truly a good one

Honey

“Y/n-chan! I want to meet your mom!” Honey told you one day while the two of you were waiting for Usa-chan to get cleaned at the cleaners

“How come?”

“I want to meet the person who helped make you so kind!” He exclaimed, gripping your hand tightly while the two of you walked through town

“Sure, if you really want to,” You shrugged. “My mom is a big cake fan so I think the two of you would get along,”

“Yeah!!!” Honey cheered and the two of you continued your walk with grins on your face

A couple of weeks later your mom was finally home after her stressful business trip and was excited to meet the boy you had been dating

“Mother, this is Mitsukuni,” You introduced her to the childish blonde who was holding on tightly to his stuff animal

“You can call me Honey! It’s so great to meet you! Y/n-chan told me you like cake, so I brought some!” Your mother put on a fake smile and showed him to a area to place it

She soon put on her shoes and coat and the three of you took the limousine to a restaurant nearby

“So, you’re a third year?” Your mother asked once the three of you were seated at a table

“Mhm! Along with my cousin Takashi, he is one of Y/n-chan’s friend as well,”

“He’s the tall one right, I thought he was your boyfriend, someone you could depend on,”

“Mother,” You mumbled, loud enough for her to hear, hoping she would behave kindly to Honey despite the boy not acting like a normal third year

“Y/n can depend on me! I promise! I’m very dependable,” Honey placed his stuff animal on the ground and sat up straight

“You are,” You looked over at him, agreeing with your boyfriend.

The rest of the dinner was a little awkward and when Honey asked to order cake your mother shot him down, it took a lot for the boy to try and hold on his tears

He thought for sure that he would get along greatly with your mother

“Well, aren’t you a cutie?” A man walked up to you, walking alongside you with Honey on your other side holding your hand, your mother was a bit ahead on a phone call

“Um, can you please leave me alone, I’m not interested,”

“Oh come on now doll, don’t act so uninterested, don’t lie, I know you are,” He was about to place a hand on your shoulder before he was on the ground and Honey was holding him in the position

“Y/n! Y/n! I’m so sorry,” Your mom rushed to you and quickly hung up the call looking at the man on the sidewalk and pulling you into her arms.

“I’m fine mother, he didn’t touch me. Mitsukuni got him for me,” You reassured her, pointing to your boyfriend who was watching the man run away

“Oh Honey! I’m so sorry for how I behaved, you really are a good boy,” She pulled him into her arms. “Why don’t the three of us go get some cake to celebrate!”

Haruhi

It was something your father found important

You and Haruhi had been chatting for awhile and your father had overheard you on the phone many times

The poor single father couldn’t figure if your giggles were friendly ones or ones someone would have when talking to a crush

Though he was intelligent when it came to taking care of the colleges he owned, he knew nothing about girls and their crushes

So, he had to ask his secretary for advice, which he did often since he was raising a girl on his own

The advice he received was to just… ask you?

“Y/n, sweetheart, who are you chatting to?”

“Haruhi, Fujioka Haruhi,” You told him, then getting back onto the phone

He rushed to his phone and asked his secretary to found out some more

When he received the information, he rushed to you again, a bit confused it was a commoner, but open to the idea

“I want to meet this Fujioka, and their parent,”

You told Haruhi and she understood, thinking it made sense that your father would want to meet her, especially since Haruhi liked you a lot and was thinking of ways to ask you out soon!

“I’m Hiro, a pleasure to meet you….?” He looked at Haruhi’s father with confusion.

“Ranka, sorry, I’m coming back from my job,” He apologized, whipping the scarf around his neck a little tighter. “You must be Y/n, Haruhi talks about you often! You’re so adorable!”

“Thank you!” You smiled, then grabbing Haruhi’s hand and dragging her into your larger home

Haruhi was very nervous to meet your father, she didn’t want to say anything and tend to just try and stay glued to your side

“Haruhi, you chat with Y/n often, um, that’s good,” Your father was nervous as well, he didn’t want to make the assumption that you two were dating and risk embarrassing you, something he unfortunately did often

“Yeah, Y/n is nice,” She nodded, and you continued to drag her up to your room, showing her trinkets and books

Ranka and your father went to your garden to chat and have some tea

“You have such a lovely home,” Ranka complimented. “Where is Y/n’s mother, at work?”

“She actually isn’t with us,” Your father coughed. “She passed away after having Y/n,”

“I’m so sorry, Haruhi’s mother hasn’t been with us for a while as well,”

Something in common!!?!

They soon started to talk about the difficulties on raising children on there own, and found each other to be much kinder when the nervous aspect disappeared

(they end up calling each other often when they need more advice with their kids, they become good friends!)

“Haruhi is always talking about Y/n, it’s so cute! My little girl is in love..!!”

“Love?!?!” Your father choked on his tea

“Why yes, it’s so painfully obvious that Haruhi doesn’t even realize it herself! I bet it is the same with Y/n, I hear the way she chats and her giggles through the phone,”

“Y/n is in love?!?!”

“Yeah! I think Haruhi is going to ask them out soon!”

“Ask Y/n out?!?!” Your father was about to pass out on the spot

But, Ranka helped him breathe and she revealed just how great of a daughter Haruhi was that your father didn’t seem too scared

Though he didn’t chat with Haruhi too much because the both of you were too busy chatting with each other, he felt she was a good person

“Well, Haruhi, fine young woman, treat my child well, you are well, um, yes,” Your father nodded and Haruhi did the same

The two won’t go and see a movie together, but they’ll be able to get rid of some nerves soon enough and hold some nice conversations together

[baecvlt]

Stalker Nagito Komaeda x Milf!Reader

this was requested via my twitter:

“Hey! i’ve seen your works and I’m in love. Can I request smut where a stalker Nagito Komaeda becomes obsessed with a milf reader who moves into the neighborhood who’s like a dom in bed and ya know just large bust and taller than him. Thank youuu🤍”

a/n: ofc. but I have my own idea of a dom which i’ll use involving certain things (heed warnings)

warnings: he is so obviously a virgin in this, degradation, slight masochism, asphyxiation, spit, also Nagito calls the reader mommy (side note: nagito is in his early 20s in this, he lives alone. age of reader isn’t specified BUT I say she’s in her late 20s/early 30s)

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It was a bright day...which Nagito despised. It was summer. He hated the sun, hated the mosquitoes, and the unnecessary humidity. It was days like these he wishes he was back at his university dorm. The A/C, the tall tree covering his window and blocking the sun...it was perfect. Hell, he didn’t even hate classes. Yet, he couldn’t live in the dorms forever. When it came time to buy a home, he stupidly did so in fall, moved in during the winter.

Well, no shit the home seemed perfect then. It wasn’t fucking summer. His A/C decided to break, his windows has a great view of the sun, and most of his friends were out of town (all except Hajime, but Hajime is fucking boring and a bummer). Nagito sat on his couch, watching reruns of old tv shows. He took a sip from his nearby glass (cold water), suddenly hearing sounds of what appeared to be a loading van. He looked outside his window.

A moving van?

Right, that one old man who lived there passed away. Freak accident, by the way. Oh well, may he rest in peace. Meanwhile, Nagito was being himself and trying to see who it was. Pretty much, the dude was being nosy. He saw another car pull up. That must’ve been the family’s car. Out jumped 3 kids, what appeared to be 2 girls and 1 boy. An adult stepped out. Nagito decided he’d get a better look at the situation. He put on his shirt, black jeans, and his green hood.

He was “going for a walk”.

Without being noticed, he made his way to the other side of the street. It was a woman, she was taking boxes out of the truck. The minute Nagito saw her it was if he was stricken by Cupid’s arrow. She was tall and beautiful. Her skin complimented her hair and her legs, he couldn’t take his eyes off them. Her breasts...he needed to stop—

“Hi!”

She was in front of him, a warm and inviting smile on her face. “H-Hi,” he muttered. She didn’t hear him well, so it helped that he waved. “I’m new in the neighborhood. We just moved in,” she added, putting the box down. She stuck her hand out, going for a handshake. He shook her hand, her warm hand against his cold ones. Why are his hands always cold? “I see,” he responded, getting his shit together,“I’m Nagito Komaeda. I live across the street”. She introduced herself and complimented his house.

“What a lovely home. I hope the neighborhood is just as lovely”

“It should be. It’s pretty quiet. There’s not many families here. Say, can I help you pack?”

“You’re too sweet! I’d really appreciate it”

He helped take all the boxes in her home, helping load a couch too, and help with other large objects. They finished in 9 hours, taking a majority of the day. “Thanks for helping out, Nagito”. She made a lemonade, handing him a glass.

“Don’t mention it! Also, thank you”

One of the kids ran in the living room where they sat on the couch. He gasped when he saw Nagito. “Mommy! That man looks dead!!!”. Nagito smiled, but his mom was not amused. “Michael! Apologize..”. The kid kept smiling and said,“Sorry!”. He ran to another room. “I’m so sorry,” she muttered. Nagito shook his head.

“Hey, I’m rather malnourished”

“Ha. On an unrelated topic, are you hungry? I could make us something”

“Oh, I shouldn’t linger any longer. I wouldn’t want to disturb your husband”

She laughed. “I know you mean no harm, but I’m not married,” she added. “Oh,” Nagito muttered,“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it in any way”. She shook her head and reassured him it was fine. “Sit, Nagito,” she pulled out a chair,“I’m not letting you refuse having dinner with us. Especially since you were such help”. She rubbed his back before heading back into the kitchen to begin cooking.

She made him a bowl of pasta, adding chicken on the side. Nagito was quite happy. He hadn’t eaten a good meal in so long. Her kids didn’t eat at the table, but on the counter. Meanwhile, she ate with Nagito. Just as Nagito thought he couldn’t grow fonder of her, he did just that. All she did was let him talk about himself.

“Jesus, I’m sorry about your parents? How are you keeping yourself afloat with university and expenses?”

“Academic scholarships”

“Wow, you’re such a smart boy”

The way she phrased it made him flustered. “Thank you for the meal, ma’am,” he muttered,“I haven’t eaten like this in who knows how long”. She smiled tenderly, picking up his empty plate. “Seconds?”. He shook his head.

“No, thank you. I’m already so full”

“I’m glad. You know, there’s always a meal for you in store if you can do me a favor”

“What’s that?”

“My oldest daughter has her final test this week. You think you can help her study? I’ll make you a nice, warm meal every time you come over”

Nagito thought about it. He would also have time around her. Plus, she wasn’t a bad cook. “Of course, I look forward to it,” he told her. “Lovely”. He got up and excused himself to go home. “It was nice having you over, Nagito,” she said softly. He could tell she was getting sleepy. When people are tired, Nagito has noticed that their tone is rather sheepish. She walked him to the door, ruffling his hair playfully and he blushed. “Goodnight, neighbor”.

“Goodnight, you”

Before he left, she stopped him and handed him a paper: (xxx) xxx-xxxx ♡

“Call me when you get home so I have your number saved. Then, I can call you when my daughter, Vanessa, needs help. Take care, okay?”

He nodded.

She closed the door, his thoughts racing on his way home. He picked up some things about her, things she didn’t even tell him. He went home and opened a notebook, writing all of it down. He called her and she answered, her voice as sweet as when he left (only sleepier). “Hello?”. His breath was heavy without realizing it as he spoke. “H-Hey, you told me to call you,” he breathed,“It’s Nagito...Komaeda”

“Oh, hey, angel! I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

“What? No, it’s all good— why’d you think so?”

“You sound like you need to catch your breath, but anyway, thanks for calling me. I’ve saved your number now”

“Oh, great! Well, if that’s all, I’ll let you go to bed now”

“It was. Goodnight, Nagito”

“G-Goodnight”

He hung up, flustered more than ever as he continued to jot down his thoughts on paper. The next day, he woke up at 6am to wait in his car. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. At around 7:41am, his front neighbor and kids headed for their car. Nagito, who had taken a light nap in the driver’s seat, was awoken by the car starting. He waited for the car to drive away just slightly past his house to start his own car, slowly tailing behind her.

He dropped her kids off at the nearby elementary. She got off, kissed them on their forehead (all minus the eldest, who walked swiftly through the gates). Seeing how she cared for them made Nagito feel bad, but all he did was brush that feeling off. Next, he followed her through her daily. As he did, his notes from last night echoed through his mind, adding new detail.

“She works at an office not everyday She doesn’t have allergies but is sensitive to dust Red seems to be her favorite color but always in a darker shade Her daughter is around 10 years old She isn’t vegan but enjoys almond milk Maybe has an issues with abandonment but I can’t assume that either She buys many apples but not the same amount of bananas at the store so maybe she only eats the bananas—”

Just more to add to his notebook.

He got home before she did, writing down what he had learned. His phone rang about an hour later of him getting home. He picked it up,“Hello?”. “Nagito, hi!”. It was her. He started having a mini-panic attack, because why would she be calling him? “H-Hey, how are you?”

“I’m doing alright. I was wondering if you could come over and tutor Vanessa”

Oh, thank god.

“Yes, of course. I’ll be down there right now”

“Great. See you then!”

He was relieved, heading to her home happily. He knocked on the door. When she opened it, she did so with the same warm smile as yesterday. “Thank you for coming over,” she said,“She’s in her room”. Nagito nodded, freezing when she grabbed his hand and took him to the room. Her touch was so soft, noted. They got to the room, where a girl was reading a book on a desk. “Nessa?”. The girl turned around.

“Nagito is going to be here for a few hours to help you out with homework and studying. He’s really smart, so pay attention and be respectful”

“Okay, mom”

She nodded, squeezing Nagito’s shoulder before leaving. Nagito approached the girl, she took her things out. Before he could speak, she stopped him. “Please don’t call me ‘Nessa’,” she whispered,“It’s bad enough my mom does, but not you, Please”.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on referring to you at all”

“Bastard”

“Nessa”

“I guess I walked right into that one”

Nagito laughed, grabbing a chair and sitting next to her. Her work wasn’t what he expected. Is this what they’re teaching kids now? He could’ve sworn he hadn’t seen this type of stuff until he hit middle school. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t do, but damn. All in all, tutoring went well. Vanessa actually learned something today. “Good job!,” he said. “Thank you,” she smiled and hugged him,“I felt so stupid”.

“Hey, its okay not to understand things”

Her mom walked in. “Dinner’s ready”. Vanessa got up and went to the kitchen. “How’d it go?,” she asked Nagito. “Went well, she gets the math now,” he answered. She smiled, thanking him for his help and asking him to join them for dinner. He’d be foolish not to, so he accepted the invite.

Fish tacos were served tonight with rice and beans, another lemonade made. It was different than anything Nagito had ever had, but that doesn’t equate to bad. He actually enjoyed the meal. The kids sat at the main table today, much more respectful than yesterday. “Michael how was school?”. He put a thumbs up, getting back to eating. “And Adrianna?”. She looked up from her meal and shrugged. “What’s wrong?”.

“I’m tired, but class was okay”

“Oh, okay. When you’re done, just take a quick shower and get to bed”

“Thanks”

Nagito thought it was endearing. Seeing how understanding and loving she was, it was refreshing. The kids all eventually left, Nagito finishing his meal. “Did you like it?”. He looked at her, nodding. “Great! Seconds?”.

“Full again. I don’t usually eat, but your food is always so good”

“Oh, you’re just saying things...”

“No, really! Thank you”

He said his goodbyes to the family, walking back home. It was as if he was falling for this woman more and more everyday. He went to sleep, this time dreaming of her. He never dreams, but this time he dreamt she was on her knees for him. Then, nothing else. It was as if his dream teased him.

The next morning, he woke up to some knocking on the door. He looked at the time. 8:23am. He put on a pair of jeans and his shirt, walking to his door. He opened it and there she stood, wearing a black dress and red heels. He assumed she had work and needed a favor before going. “Good morning,” he said.

“Were you following me yesterday?”

Shit.

“I, uh...,” he didn’t know what to answer. He was indeed following her yesterday. He also liked her, so if he straight up said that he was to following her, it’d ruin things. His face was glowing a shade of pink to a slight red as he thought of the right answer. He was still stumbling over his words. “I think it’s kinda cute,” she added. The fuck? “Huh?”. She pushed him inside the house, closing and locking the door behind him. “When a boy follows someone around, it’s because he wants something,” she added, but her tone was so sultry,“Well, Nagito—”. She pushed him onto the couch, leaning in front of him with her hands on his chest.

“—What do you want?”

None of what was happening felt real. Nagito couldn’t find the words to express what exactly he wanted. This was the first time he’d ever been in a situation like this, it wasn’t a bad one either. He began to panic when she straddled him. “Could it be that you wanted me?,” she asked. He frantically nodded and she laughed as she locked her lips with his. He gasped against her lips, kissing back. She slowly trailed her kisses down to his neck, cupping his jaw while grinding on his lap. Nagito moaned, his shaky hands grabbing her ass. She grabbed his hands and put them away from her. “It’s cute that you’re getting this carried away”.

“I’m sorry”

“No time to apologize. Get on your knees for mommy”

Nagito was about to lose his mind when she said that, but he obeyed. Her presence was domineering as he stood on his knees against his carpeted floor. She spread her legs, noticing Nagito desperately trying to get a look. Her red heel stopped him, stepping on his head lightly. “Am I teasing you?,” she asked,“It’s okay to be honest”.

“Y-You are, but its okay. I want to be teased by you”

“You’re adorable,” she took her heel off his head,“Let’s go to your room”.

He practically ran to his bed. He sat and waited patiently. She entered the room, heading to his bed. She began to take off his shirt, admiring his frame. She then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He kicked them off and sat down. She sat next to him. “Give me your hands”. She held them, frowning slightly. “Boo, they’re so cold,” she teased,“I’ll warm them up for you”. Carefully, she grabbed his left hand, putting his middle and ring finger in her mouth. She licked to his fingertips, leaving him tense and speechless. She stopped and smiled at him.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?”

He nodded shyly. “Don’t be shy,” she said,“I’m going to guide you, but I’m also going to have my fun”. He gulped, nodded. She stood up and removed her dress. She wore a lacy black bra and panties. She brought his hands to her breasts, allowing him to fondle them. They were huge in his hands. “You like them, baby?”. “Y-Yes,” he muttered,“Can you, uh, take....the bra off?”. He was ashamed when asking, he felt desperate. She smiled and nodded, unhooking it and allowing the bra to fall to the ground. He gasped at the sight of her tits, grabbing them. She straddled him.

“Do you know what to do with them?”

He nodded, rubbing one and sucking the other. She moaned sweetly, grinding on his lap. He popped his mouth off them. That was when she took the opportunity to knock him onto the bed. She began to make out with him, shoving his tongue down her throat. They lay sideways. Her hand was on his neck, slightly choking him. He couldn’t resist but try to grind on her lap. She laughed. “Look at you,” she mocked,“Humping my leg like a desperate little puppy”. She didn’t let him speak, sitting up and pushing him back down. “I’m going to give you what you want,” she whispered in his ear,“Take your cock out”.

He was nervous as he did, hands shaky. She blushed a bit at his size. “It’s so big,” she said, straddling him,“I’m going to have my way with it”. “Please, do what you want to me,” he begged,“Abuse me, please”. She didn’t speak, sinking down on it. Nagito gasped, she was extremely wet. She began to bring her hips up and land straight down on it, repeatedly. She put her hands around his throat, now being rougher. Nagito gasped for air, grabbing her hands.

That was a mistake.

“Hands down,” she ordered, striking him across the face. “Sorr-”. He was slapped once again. “Only speak when you’re spoken to”. He nodded as his stomach began to cave in. His cock twitched each time she slapped him, making her moan. She leaned forward, capturing his earlobe between her teeth. He winced, his hands tangling in the sheets. He felt as though his entire body was blushing.

“You’re so sensitive there”

She teased him, kissing the skin and nibbling. His hips involuntarily snapped upward, making her whine. “You’re so desperate, baby,” she laughed,“it’s so cute”. He could feel her warmth running along his cock. He bit into his hand, trying to stop himself from cumming inside her. It worked, but she didn’t like him doing that. She grabbed his hands and kissed them.

“Don’t hurt yourself, put them right here”

She placed them on her boobs. He watched them bounce up and down, grabbing them gently. His rather large hands seemed small on her tits. He was extremely flushed. He took them off her and placed them on her hips. “Open your mouth”. He lay back more and did as he was told. She leaned forward, grabbing his jaw again as she spit into it and kissed him. He moaned when she did, his urges getting the best to him and thrusting upward. He hit her cervix every time, causing her to produce the sweetest and sluttiest of moans. Her walls tightened around him and now he was whining. “Are you gonna cum, honeybun?,” she asked.

“Y-Yes..”

“Where do you wanna cum?”

“I wanna cum...everywhere. I want it. I want it so bad. I wanna cum inside and on your tits, on your ass, y-your face..mouth. Please let me cum, mommy”

She motivated him, riding him harder. “Come on, Nagito,” she whispered,“Cum for mommy. Cum all the way inside her”. He lost his mind after that, groaning as he shot his load(s) inside her. He was still inside her as he tried catching his breath. She rubbed his chest, shushing him. “Good boy, you did so well,” she cooed,“Such a good boy.” He was covering his face, embarrassed and still hard. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?,” she asked. He shook his head, thinking,“Not rough enough”. He whined when she got off, revealing he was still erect. She noticed.

“You wanna go again, baby? Kids don’t leave school till 2:30. We have time for an extra fuck”

“C-Can I?”

“Yes, dummy”

She let Nagito choose how to fuck her. He wanted missionary, mostly because he craved intimacy and she did not disappoint. She kissed and praised him, telling him he was good. She held onto him the whole time and cuddled him afterwards. Nagito felt so special, he felt loved. “I can come over when I don’t have work,” she said,“Would you like that?”.

“I’d love that actually”

“You make me happy, Nagito. I could stay here and cuddle all day”

“I feel so lucky”

He yawned, looking at the clock. “Its 10,” he told her. She nuzzled his chest, humming. “Mmmm, let’s take a small nap,” she whispered,“Okay?”. “Okay”. He kissed the top of her head and held her to him, slowly joining her in slumber.

[sunflowerdaisybee]

greetings and salutations my friend. i am back at it again with another request but this time its a lot more angsty :)) so i request cc!quackity x reader who is initially very cold to him, but one day while they’re talking reader just bursts into tears and finally opens up to him, it doesnt have to be anything specific, just angsty in general but cuddles with quack ensue :> ill leave it up to you how they know each other, whether it be they're neighbors, coworkers, or they sit next to each other in class :)) tysm as always! -froggy

This was honestly some of the cutest stuff ever, how do you come up with this stuff <3

Summary: Quackity’s roommate is always so cold, until they aren’t

Genre: fluff

Pairing: P!Quackity X Reader

Pronouns: They/them

[A/n]: Requests are open :] <3

Having a roommate in college is cool, unless you happen to have (Y/n) as your roommate. They're the coldest, most boring person ever. At least that was how Quackity felt. The dark-haired man had tried his best to get his roommate to open up to him, or at least say hi, but they never did.

They had only spoken to him once, and it was to tell him to fuck off after he had been pestering them all week. Now they just flip him off or glare at him until he leaves them alone.

Now you hadn't meant to be cold to him, it was just how you were as a person. You hated everyone and everything. Yet you couldn't hate your roommate, he was always so happy and he gave off this warm and safe feeling. Despite the way he was always so kind to you, and how you couldn't hate him, you pretended you did.

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You had gotten home late today, you had been swamped with assignments and had stayed at the library later than you intended to. Opening the door to your apartment you had expected Quackity to be asleep, he had no reason to be up this late. Though to your surprise, Quackity was sat on the living room couch, and he shot up immediately upon noticing you.

"(Y/n), you're ok. You worried me." You just looked at him confused as you closed the door and took off your shoes.

"I was worried about you, you were out later than you usually are and I was afraid something had happened to you." You didn't say anything, only hung up your coat and headed off towards your room. Though you only made it a few steps down the hallway when you turned around. Quackity was still standing in the living room, though now he just looked sad.

"Why do you care?"

"Huh?" Quackity looked at you quickly, surprised you talked to him.

"I said, why do you care? It's not like I've been particularly nice to you, if anything I've done the opposite."

"A very important person once told me that 'you never know what someone could be going through, so take every opportunity to be nice regardless of how they act.' I don't know what you're going through but I don't want you to think I hate you. I worry about you because you're my roommate and this apartment wouldn't be the same without you." You had started to tear up at his words.

Not knowing what to say you simply walked over to him and hugged him, hands gripping his shirt tightly. Quackity was quick to hug you back, comforting you as best he could.

When you had finally calmed down enough, Quackity separated from the hug and moved the two of you to be sitting on the couch. His hands held yours in his lap, his thumbs running gently over the tops of your knuckled.

"I'm sorry, it's just that. I've been through so much and no one believes me or understands. I sorta gave up on the world and believed it had done the same to me. But you've proven otherwise." A sad smile wormed its way onto your face, tears falling less and less frequently by this point.

"I would never give up on you. You're (Y/n), my roommate and my friend." You smiled at the word 'friend,' finding comfort in the title.

"If it's not too much to as, can we cuddle and watch a movie, as friends?"

"Of course, what movie do you wanna watch?"

"It doesn't matter, anyone is fine." Quackity nodded and got up to grab some fluffy blankets and the tv remote.

"Do you wanna go change into some comfier clothes while I find a movie" You nodded and waddled off to your room, coming back out after a few minutes.

You had changed into your comfiest pajamas and settled back on the couch with Quackity, who you cuddled up with after climbing under the blankets.

"Thank you."

[drakenlvr]

haikyuu boys getting jump scared

characters εїз bokuto, oikawa, tendou

note εїз not proofread; gn!reader

warning εїз none

bokuto

now… why would you do this to him?

you and bokuto had been watching a scary movie and you had paused it to go to the bathroom

in the meantime he was bored so he decided to go make more popcorn

once you returned to the couch in the living room you saw that he was missing

as you started looking for him, humming from the kitchen could be heard

“now’s the perfect moment” you thought

hiding behind the wall you waited for him to finish with the popcorn and as soon as you heard him heading back-

you jumped making a sudden noise

being the baby that he is, he dramatically jumped back squealing like girl and spilling the popcorn all over the floor

seeing you laugh at him made him cross his arms

“y/n” he stated with a pout “i could’ve gotten a heart attack. how dare you?”

that didn’t stop you from laughing though

“stop laughing at me. it isn’t good for my heart to live through such trauma”

needless to say it took a lot of hugs and a promise for ice cream to get him to stop pouting

oikawa

don’t get me wrong oikawa loves pranking people, however as we all know he’s also dramatic

he does get pranked by maki and mattsun but he would never expect it from you and that makes this so much better

at first you swear that wasn’t going to be the plan

you were just going to come by after your classes so you and him can walk home to

unfortunately for you the teacher held you back after class to explain something abt the projects

you headed to the gym hoping that he’s still be there waiting for you

the club room was unlocked and the only person that could be heard was oikawa

you knew when practice ends and the fact that oikawa would be the last to leave since he always trained extra

as you slowly moved forward you tried to make yourself as quiet as possible and hid behind the door

getting finished packing his stuff oikawa was ready to exit and then you jumped right in front of him

just like bokuto with a squeal oikawa jumped, but he landed on the floor with a loud thud, putting a hand across his heart

“y/n you scared the living daylights out of me. you’re so mean. what did i ever do to deserve such treatment?”

he got no answer

“great you’re still laughing. the least you could have done is helped me up”

he got up on his own and started cleaning the back of his pants from the dust

he picked up his bag that he had dropped and walked out, locking you in the club room

he was mad at you almost all the way back, but by the next day he had completely forgotten

tendou

you knew tendou wouldn’t get all that easily scared, but you still wanted to try

he had the habit of pranking you and then always treating you to your favorite dessert after

once your classes ended you quickly headed to his dorm room

he rarely locked the door as he would constantly lose his key

you quickly slip inside before anybody could see you

you took off your bag and shoved it under his bed, before going there yourself

what you had forgot to account for was how long it would take for him to get back from practice

so you waited

and waited

your stomach had started rumbling and you were close to just giving up when you heard the door open

tendou and ohira walked in talking about what they were going to have for dinner

as tendou sat on his bunk bed (which was the bottom one) you got ready

the room went quiet for a second and just as he was going to take off his uniform sock you grabbed his ankle

you heard him scream, jump and bump his head at the top of the bed, which also scared reon

“what happened?” he asked confused

“there’s a demon under my bed. it grabbed my foot” tendou said rubbing his head, but as soon as he heard your quiet laughter he realized it was just you

“y/n please get out” reon asked and you grabbed your bag crawling out and cleaning off your uniform as soon as you were standing

“funny. i’ll have my revenge though” tendou stated

and he wasn’t joking

he kept getting you back for the next 3 months with the excuse that his head was still hurt

at this point just apologize please

m.list

[snelbz]

Tempting the Fates {Chapter 3}

Summary: It’s the final semester of Aelin Galathynius’ collegiate career and she is so beyond ready to be done. Her schedule is packed full of nursing classes and labs designed to test her knowledge and hone her skills for the real world and her “big girl” job. However, she needs one last elective to graduate, so she decides to study a subject she’s always been fascinated by: Mythology. Who would have thought that a class about gods and goddesses living complicated lives would end up complicating her own in such an unexpected way?

Word Count: 2807

Chapters will be posted every Wednesday.

Tempting the Fates Masterlist

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Poseidon

– God of the seas, earthquakes, horses and tidal waves

Aelin had moved past hurt.

Now, she was just pissed.

It was nearly ten o'clock after her second day of classes and she sat cross legged on the couch with Lysandra in her apartment.

Her roommate had been a worthy rant partner thus far. She’d kicked Aedion out and supplied Aelin with an endless supply of alcohol.

“It’s official. I’m sitting in your Thursday class.”

Aelin groaned, taking a long drink from her wine glass. “Don't remind me that I have to go back there, please. The thought of sitting through an entire semester with him as my teacher… Oh, gods.”

Lysandra refilled Aelin’s glass.

“You’ve done the hookup thing before,” Lysandra said, shrugging as she took a drink from her own glass. “Just pretend this is one of those situations and he meant absolutely nothing.”

“That’s impossible, for two reasons,” Aelin said, adjusting the pillow she had squished between her legs. She held up a finger. “One, it’s not like the regular hookup situation where I might see him across campus or in a bar and we can pretend we don’t know each other. This is my professor we’re talking about.” She took a very large drink of her wine and held up another finger. “Secondly, it was supposed to be a hookup, but then he turned out to be perfect and I just…” She let her head fall back against the cushions. “Do you think I just want him because I can’t have him?”

“Maybe,” Lysandra admitted, but she hadn’t ever been in a situation like this. She and Aedion had been inseparable since high school. “What does your gut say?”

“I don’t know, they’re still in knots from where he rearranged them with his huge dick,” Aelin replied, draining her wine glass.

Lysandra nearly sprayed her wine across the couch, but she knew Aelin was well and truly drunk if she was talking like that.

“So, he still means something to you, then?” Lysandra asked. “Even after you found out he’s your professor, and also a little bit of a dick, apparently.”

Aelin shot her a look. “No, I’m drunk off my ass because he means nothing to me. Have you not been listening?”

Lysandra rolled her eyes. “Oh, I’ve been listening. But, after two hours things just start to blur together and not make sense.”

Aelin hit her roommate with her pillow.

Lysandra only laughed. “Maybe sit and think on it for a few days, yeah? Maybe it’s new and exciting and he’s hot as hell, but all that will fade if it meant nothing.”

Aelin nodded, slowly, fiddling with the stem of her wine glass. “And if it doesn’t fade? If it actually meant something?”

“If it actually meant something, then he won’t be forgetting about you any time soon, either,” Lysandra said, sipping from her glass.

She was still on glass #1.

Aelin had lost count of how many glasses she had drained so far.

“Doesn’t make it any easier now,” Aelin said, that hurt creeping its way back in. “You should’ve seen him, Lys. This morning, at his apartment, it was just…perfect. Then when he saw me in class, he was a completely different person.”

“Have you tried to see this from his perspective, Ace?” Lysandra asked, standing and heading into the kitchen. She handed Aelin a cold water bottle when she returned, falling back onto the couch next to her.

“Of course,” she snapped, opening the lid. “And I get it, it’s a big deal, but it’s not like I’m underage. I’m twenty-one, not sixteen. It’s not like he broke the law.”

“No, but I’m sure there’s a bylaw somewhere in his contract that says Don’t fuck your students,” Lysandra drawled, tucking her legs between her.

Aelin mumbled, “I bet it doesn’t say exactly that.”

“No, I’m sure it’s more along the line of inappropriate misconduct, but if we’re getting specific, it wouldn’t be hard for me to find an example,” she replied, leveling Aelin with a stare.

“Calm your pre-law ass down, I get it,” Aelin sighed, drinking from the water bottle. “His aunt is the president of the university. I wouldn’t want him to get into any trouble with her.”

Lysandra’s eyes softened. “He probably just got scared. I hear he’s a new professor. This must be his first year here. Hell, if he’s as young as you say, this must be his first year anywhere.”

Luck. He’d gotten the job purely out of luck, out of his connections to the university, and here Aelin was, jeopardizing his career as soon as it began.

“I’m being a bitch, aren’t I?” She asked, quietly, before draining her glass.

“You have the right to be hurt,” Lysandra said. “I’m not saying you don’t have that right, because I’d be hurt, too. But, I definitely think that this is complicated as hell.”

Aelin nodded, and took a drink of water before pouring the last of the wine into her glass. “We’re going to need another bottle of this, Lys.”

“I would just take you to the bar,” Lysandra said, “but I wouldn’t want to risk you fucking any of the other faculty.”

Aelin’s eyes snapped to hers.

Lysandra sucked in her lips to stop her grin. “Too soon?”

Aelin nudged her best friend, unable to stop her sputtering laughter. “Bitch.”

Lysandra caught her before she leaned back across the couch and held onto her shoulders, hugging her tightly. “I know this sucks, Ace, and I know you liked him. But just give it time. Either you’ll move on, which I can always help with, or something will happen. It’s not like you won’t be seeing him every other day.”

She sighed, resting her head on Lysandra's shoulder. “I know… I know.”

Lysandra reached for the remote, turning the television on. “What would make you feel better? Sappy love story, trashy reality tv, or a horror flick?”

“Trashy tv,” she decided, if for no other reason than it would be easy for her to block out while she still wallowed in her own misery.

Lysandra did as she was told, refilling Aelin’s glass again, and she thanked her best friend.

All the while, Aelin wondered how pissed Rowan was, or if he was feeling the same way she was.

*

A knock on Rowan’s door around nine-thirty had him closing his laptop and throwing it open. He groaned when he found Lorcan on the other side, walking back inside and leaving his best friend to let himself in.

“Alright, fill me in on Little Miss Perfect you took out last night. She was all you could talk about this morning, and then boom.” He sat down on the couch next to Rowan, noticing the half empty bottle of bourbon and looked at him. “Radio silence for the rest of the day.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he muttered. “Shouldn’t you be going home to your girlfriend?”

“She’s out with Manon,” Lorcan said, blowing off the question. “I’m bored, so talk.”

Rowan sighed, pushing himself up to go into his kitchen. He came back a moment later, two glasses in hand. He supposed he couldn’t continue to drink out of the bottle with company.

After handing Lorcan a half-filled glass, Rowan said, “It’s just not going to work.”

“You decided that quickly,” Lorcan muttered, his eyes remaining locked on Rowan. “Did you google her after she left? Find something cringeworthy?”

Rowan sipped from his glass. “She’s just not who I thought she was, that’s all.”

Lorcan scoffed. “You’re being vague.”

Rowan shrugged. That seemed to be the only answer he was going to give him.

“So what?” Lorcan asked, crossing an ankle over his knee and swirling the contents of his glass. “She lied and you caught her?”

“No, she didn’t lie,” Rowan said, dragging a hand down his face. “But it can’t happen. So it won’t.”

Lorcan raised one dark eyebrow. “First you say won’t, now you say can’t.”

Rowan emptied his glass. “What about it?”

“Well, which one is it?” He asked, leaning back. “Those two have very different meanings.”

“It can’t and it won’t,” he replied, giving Lorcan a pointed look.

Lorcan snorted, but took a drink from his own glass. “You act like she’s one of your students.”

Rowan didn’t say a word. He only stared at his closed laptop.

It took Lorcan a few seconds to understand Rowan’s silence. And a few more before he figured out how to make his mouth work.

And when he did, he started laughing.

“Are you kidding me, Whitethorn?” He asked, clutching his stomach. “You fucked your student?”

“Fuck off,” Rowan muttered, refilling his glass.

Lorcan was hardly able to breathe. “It was your first day at your first big boy job, and you already found yourself in bed-.” His words faded away as his laughter consumed him.

“It’s not like she’s some freshman,” Rowan snapped. “She’s about to graduate. Twenty-one. I just…” Rowan groaned as his face fell into his hands. “Someone had recommended the bar to me and told me the faculty hung out there a lot. I just assumed she was one of them, since she was the one to suggest the place.”

“Hate to break it to you,” Lorcan continued, still laughing. “But, people in their twenties don’t often land jobs at renowned universities. You’re the exception.”

Rowan continued to drink.

“Alright, alright,” Lorcan continued, taking a deep breath. “You’re five years older than her, so what? I’m four years older than Elide. Once you both hit twenty, age is just a number.”

Rowan shot him a look. “She’s a student, Lor. Maeve will fire me in a heartbeat over any sort of misconduct. This…” He just shook his head. “This position is a once in a lifetime opportunity that I probably shouldn’t even have. I can’t ruin it.”

Lorcan knew full well how harsh Rowan’s aunt could be. Before she’d become president of a prestigious university, she’d been the dean at the boarding school he and Rowan had spent their adolescence at. “So either move on or be careful and don’t let her find out.”

Rowan blinked at his friend. He was being so casual about this, when Rowan was freaking out both inside and out, which had required a two hour gym session earlier to calm his nerves.

Lorcan sighed and set his glass down. “Look, I really don’t see the issue here. She isn’t using you to pass the class, right?”

The thought hadn’t even occurred to Rowan, but he remembered the look of pure and utter shock on her face when they’d seen each other in the classroom. “No, it’s a basic gen ed. Plus I really don’t think she’d ever do that.”

Lorcan nodded. “Right. There are much tougher classes she could try and sleep her way through.” At Rowan’s simmering look at his choice of words, Lorcan held up his hands in placation. “I’m just saying, make sure she’s actually doing her homework and studying for her and don’t let Maeve find out.”

Rowan hesitated, but when his lips opened, nothing came out.

He liked Aelin. He really, really liked Aelin. And, yeah, it had been much more than a hookup. When he’d woken up that morning next to her in bed, he felt a sense of peace and satisfaction that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

Then again, the way he’d snapped at her that morning, knowing that she had only said what she had out of anger - even if she had been correct - would be difficult to come back from.

Rowan had completely shattered her. He saw it in her eyes before she left.

“I don’t know,” Rowan said, at last.

Lorcan groaned before pounding back his drink and pouring himself another. “You’re always going to be the one to stand in the way of your own happiness, Whitethorn.”

He refrained from saying anything. Lorcan had always been the one to hop from girl to girl, while he had always been the one in a committed relationship. After his last relationship had…ended, he hadn’t wanted anyone for a while.

Aelin was the first spark he’d felt since.

“You’re into her,” Lorcan said, staring up at the ceiling to avoid any sort of eye contact while he said something nice. “I can tell. And, if you don’t go for it, you’re going to regret it.”

Rowan knew he was right.

Of course, he was right.

And yet, this job was the first job he had been granted in his field since graduating three years prior with his degree in mythology. Yeah, he may have gotten it because of Maeve, but that didn’t make it any less important to him.

He had the chance to get students excited about something he loved, something he was passionate about.

“Go home to your woman or shut up and turn on the TV,” Rowan muttered, downing the contents in his glass.

Lorcan only snorted and grabbed the remote, fulfilling Rowan’s wishes.

*

Aelin awoke the next morning with a slight headache and the same dull ache in her chest.

Knowing she needed to move, workout the bad vibes, she tossed up her hair and put on her workout wear before jogging to the gym.

She was still regretting signing up for even one eight am classes, and was thankful her Friday’s were free. She was looking forward to some much needed sleep, which was a lost cause right now.

When she was packing her gym bag, she decided to go straight to class after a quick shower, so she tossed it into a locker after she arrived, locked it up, and put her ear buds in.

The gym was still pretty empty this early, since it wasn’t even eight yet, and most people were too focused on their own workouts to pay attention to those surrounding them. Aelin was grateful for the distraction the gym would provide, and for the physical outlet, as well.

She was just finishing up a mile run on the treadmills when she felt eyes on her. She could tell she was being watched, but didn’t want to look around. Whether it was someone ogling her from across the room or someone from one of her classes, she wasn’t in the mood to make small talk and made her way over to the machines, starting on her legs first. She cranked her music up and kept an eye on the time on her watch.

When there was about forty-five minutes before her first class, she put the free weights she’d been using back in their home and turned to head to the locker room for a much needed shower.

And found who had been watching her during her workout.

Green eyes bored into her own and Aelin felt a blush rising in her cheeks that had nothing to do with the amount of energy she’d exerted this early in the morning.

Ignoring the voice inside of her head, Aelin stopped in front of Rowan, and nodded. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he said, wiping the sweat from his brow. His t-shirt clung to him, and it was a fact that Aelin could not ignore.

“I was just going to get ready for class,” she said. “Excuse me.”

She swept past him, but his voice pulled her up short. “Aelin.”

She stilled, and slowly turned around to meet his gaze.

“About yesterday,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck. Aelin found the gesture somewhat charming, although she wouldn’t admit it. “I’m sorry. I…didn’t handle the situation right. It all took me by surprise and I reacted poorly. I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” she said, looking away from him, down at her feet. “I said some things I didn’t mean. I’m…not proud of it.”

He shook his head. “Let’s just…pretend all of it didn’t happen, yeah?”

She swallowed roughly. “All of it?”

Rowan sighed. “Just because we apologized doesn’t change anything, Aelin. You’re still my student.”

She nodded, not looking at him. “Right. No. I get it. I have to get ready for class.”

Making to slip around him, she got two steps away before his hand wrapped around her wrist. “Aelin, I’m… I’m sorry. I wish it wasn’t— I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

Daring to take a chance by looking back at him, it nearly destroyed what was left of her when she saw the sincerity in his eyes. “But wishing doesn’t change anything, does it?” Aelin pulled her wrist free. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

Rowan said nothing, but she saw that her shot landed in his eyes.

She shook it off, though, hurrying away, toward the showers.

Aelin knew one thing was for certain: no matter how much she cared for Rowan Whitethorn, there would never be anything between them.

Even if she wanted there to be.

[milf-harrington]

AU 12 trope 2 prompt 2

Babysitter!au, enemies to lovers, “fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit. Fuck.”

i don't think this is quite enemies to lovers but i tried

Izumi always got a little too excited whenever Zuko wouldn’t be home, because it meant he’d have to call her babysitter. And Izumi loved her babysitter.

Zuko didn’t.

(And it absolutely wasn’t because he was jealous that his daughter seemed to like this guy better than him, Mai, it wasn’t.

...Okay maybe a little, but come on, could you blame him? Whenever he had to part from his daughter she practically threw a party.)

But, he had a last minute work function that was apparently mandatory, and Sokka was basically his only choice whenever he had to be away because all of his friends worked with him.

And, as much as Zuko disliked Sokka, he still tried to be polite and always made sure the house was at least tidy when he was coming over. Unfortunately, when Zuko said the function was last minute he really meant last minute, as in i-was-going-to-watch-spiderman-with-my-kid-until-my-boss-called-to-tell-me-that-i-have-to-be-there-in-an-hour last minute. Izumi had even been upset when she’d heard, only managing a smile when he told her Sokka would watch spiderman with her instead.

So, Zuko was still trying to wash the dishes, get dressed, and put something on for dinner all at the same time when there was a knock at the door and he jumped in surprise, dropping the plate he’d been scrubbing back in the sink and splashing soapy water all over the shirt he’d just put on. And the bench. And the floor. Which of course he slipped on and barely managed to catch himself on the counter, where he promptly slammed his hip bone into it

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit. Fuck.” He cursed, pressing a still-wet hand to his hip and feeling warm water soak through the material of his jeans, his hair coming out of the bun he’d carefully tied it into and falling around his face. The ends were damp, small foamy bubbles hanging on and smearing against his cheek uncomfortably. He could hear the faint hiss of bubbles popping in his ear.

Agni Zuko hated his life.

Distantly he heard Izumi letting Sokka in, the 11 year old traitorously admitting that “dad’s kinda stressed right now” but he didn’t really register it as he stubbornly swallowed back his tears of frustration and pain, finding himself wishing (not for the first time) that he wasn’t an angry crier.

He dropped his head onto the counter, wincing when his hair instantly soaked up any surrounding water and heaved a deep sigh, suddenly exhausted.

“Hey- woah, Zuko, you okay?”

Zuko didn’t even bother looking up, his hand still pressed to his hip despite the pain having faded to a dull throb. “I hate everything.” He mumbled, not sure whether to smile or scowl at the answering laugh.

“Do you need a hand?”

In an absolutely mortifying turn of events, the simple question had Zuko bursting into tears.

Agni, when was the last time someone genuinely offered to help him? Azula only ever seemed to come over to snark at him and judge his organization system, and Mai and Ty Lee had been busy planning their wedding so he didn’t blame them for not visiting.

“Hey, hey it’s okay.” Sokka’s voice was suddenly closer, warm and gentle, softening a bit when he asked Izumi to grab a towel for him, and maybe a fancy shirt.

But Sokka- Sokka was always helping.

Sure, Zuko kind of paid him to. But he paid him to make sure his daughter didn’t die or get kidnapped- not for washing the dishes when Zuko forgot to, or for helping Izumi change the sheets on her bed when she spilled water on them, or even for helping her put together a school project.

It had infuriated Zuko at first, feeling like Sokka thought he wasn’t capable of doing it himself, like it was some kind of passive aggressive way of saying “you’re a bad dad”. But after stumbling home one night, exhausted and cranky and hungry, and finding a plate of food that Sokka had made for him sitting on the bench, still warm like he’d made it in time for Zuko to get home, he’d had to admit that maybe Sokka wasn’t awful.

And now he was there, gently pulling Zuko into his chest and wiping the counter down with his other hand, and then asking Izumi something when she passed him a shirt.

“Hey Zuko? You grab this and go put it on okay?”

Zuko, feeling mortified and stressed, just took the shirt and left, peeling the wet one off once he was in the safety of his bedroom. Beneath the rustling of fabric and whispered curse, he could hear the clinking of dishes, water sloshing and dripping followed by the bright laugh of his daughter.

By the time he made it back out, shirt tucked into his almost-dry pants and hair a lot neater, the dishes were washed and put away, and Izumi was sitting at the bench, kicking her legs and chattering away about her science class while Sokka grated cheese - likely for the pasta Zuko had left on the stove.

Once they saw he was okay, and Zuko had awkwardly explained he’d just been overwhelmed, the two of them had practically shoved him out the door with promises to leave him some pasta for when he got home.

Several hours of boring small talk (and snide comments shared between him, Mai and Toph), Zuko finally crept back through the front door, tired and hungry because none of the food served at the function had looked edible. Other than the tv, the only light was in the kitchen, greeting him with a warm glow as he gently placed his keys down on the bench.

Sokka was curled up on the couch still when Zuko got there, saying something about pasta in the microwave and laughing when Zuko cringed at how loud the buttons sounded in the post-midnight quiet.

They sat next to each other in companionable silence, spiderman: into the spiderverse still in the process of wrapping up when Sokka shuffled a little closer.

"How was the work thing?"

Zuko looked up in surprise, fork paused part way to his mouth. "Uh- boring, mostly. Other than when my friend Toph tripped this jerk out of the door and pulled the blind card to get out of trouble."

Sokka snorted, shooting Zuko an amused look before turning back to the screen, the colours reflecting in his eyes and over his skin. Zuko was struck with the sudden realisation that Sokka was actually kind of beautiful.

Carefully, he turned his gaze back to his pasta, swallowing down the sudden unexpected yearning that filled him. It was almost jarring to go from hating someone, to kind of tolerating them because they were kind, to realising that they were beautiful and smiled nice and were willing to hug you just because you were crying over spilled dish water.

"Hey, uh, Zuko?"

Zuko looked up, raising an eyebrow at Sokka who was for some reason avoiding eye contact. Which, actually, was fair because Zuko fucking hated eye contact anyway.

"If this is totally out of line you can tell me to piss off but, uh, I was wondering if you'd maybe want to get lunch with me? Whenever you're free next. You can bring Izumi, obviously." Sokka glanced at him for a second before looking away again, clearly nervous. Zuko's heart tripped, and he realised he was just sitting there without answering.

"I-" yknow what? Fuck it. "Yeah, sure. I'd like that."

[uwuderes]

The Cause Of That

Hi guys!! This would be my official return to tumblr! And recently I've gotten into Invincible so why not write something for that, I'm sorry if Mark is kinda OOC I just need to get back into the swing of things, anyways enjoy!!

‘I need to get out of here.’ That was the only thing on your mind as you ran out of the Grayson driveway. If you were caught, it was going to be the end of you.

You felt your legs tense up and you limped away. It all started off so well what went so wrong..

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“Mark! This is (Y/n), (Y/n) this is Mark!” Will had introduced you two in the middle of the school year. You’d just moved there, your parents receiving an amazing work opportunity out in the city. It was your first day and during your first class, Art, you met Will. He was a bit eccentric and over the top but it amused you and made you smile.

So here you were now nervously fiddling with your fingers holding a packed lunch. Will nudged your side snapping you out of the temporary daze you found yourself in. “Oh um, hi!” You looked back down instantly feeling embarrassed.

“D-Don't be! Um you can sit down, I'm not saving that seat for anyone.” Mark said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. You let out a smile chuckle and sat down.

You jumped as Will looked down at his phone as it rang. The sound shocked you, and you looked away. It was obvious how jumpy you were around these two. “Hold on getting a call, I'll be right back, you two talk.” Will said, pointing before turning around and leaving the cafeteria.

“So are you new here? I have never seen you around here before.”

“ It's actually my first day, I just moved here a week ago.” You replied, opening up your lunch and taking a bite from your sandwich. “I barely know where I’m going half the time.” Mark laughed showing his pure white teeth.

“I can show you around if you want, I've basically lived here my whole life so you could say I'm kinda the expert with knowing... where to go??” Mark said and shrugged.

“Sure that sounds fun, we could hang out sometime, I'm basically always free.” Mark smiled. You two continued talking, connecting over your shared interests, and even made plans over the weekend to meet at his house.

Will came back and slide next to you. He intertwined his fingers and rested his head, his eyes darting between the two of you. You stopped abruptly and looked over at the blonde.

“Well it's obvious that you two have been bonding.”

“Shut up Will.” Mark said, flinging a piece of food at him.

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That weekend you arrived at the Grayson household with a tote slung over your body. You took in a deep breath before knocking on the door. You stood back fumbling with your fingers. The door opened revealing a woman and an older man, both of them looking to be in their late 30’s. “Hi, Im (Y/n).” You held out your hand trying to be nice.

The lady smiled and took your hand. “Wow you're so polite, I'm assuming you're here for Mark.” You smiled and nodded. “Great, come in, I'm sure he'll be down any minute.” She patted your back as you walked through the door. You sat down on the couch and looked around at your surroundings.

“You have a lovely house.” You compliment, rocking back and forth anxious.

“Why thank you! I like you already. You're very polite.” The lady said fixing you a cup of water. “I swear if that boy doesn't hurry up-” You laughed, taking the cup from her hands.

“He's supposed to be showing me around to-”

“So (Y/n) is this like a date.” The big bulkier man bore his eyes into you making you shift in your seat.

“I dont kn-now sir.” You stopped mid sentence to take a gulp, eyes darting quickly just to avoid not looking at the imitdating man. You looked at the staircase just to see Mark rushing down in a hurry. “Oh hey Mark!” You jumped up grabbing your tote. Mark walked up to you and gave you a hug before turning around to look at his parents.

“You guys weren't bothering her right??” He asked, holding your shoulder.

“Of course not! Plus she's a keeper for sure Mark. Oh and (Y/n) you can call me Debbie and this is Nolan.”

“I'm pretty sure I'll stick to Mr and Mrs Grayson, but thanks either way.” You said as Mark started ushering you out of the room and to the front door.

“That's great but we best get going, byee!” Mark called giving you a final shove out the door and closing the door behind you two. As he pushed you though, you fell on the concrete scrapping your arm a bit. Mark turned around, placing a hand over his mouth. “Shit I'm so sorry!” Mark leaned down and pulled you up.

“Its okay, now let's go out! I wanna see everything interesting!” You beamed, Mark said, giving you a small smile.

“Alright Miss, since you asked, it's best to experience it all by walking.”

“Ugh I hate you Mark Grayson.”

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But that was in the past. You didn't have time to reminisce about that, you needed to escape and skip town. You didn't know where you’d go but you just needed to move. Maybe you could hide out somewhere until you knew how you were leaving town.

You racked your brain until you finally came to the concussion of going to stay with Amber. You were good friends with her until Mark lost it. With a set place in mind you picked up your pace and limped quicker. Anything to escape.

When you reached Amber's place you banged on the door looking around frantically. When Amber opened the door you pushed yourself inside.

“(Y/n)!! Is that you? I've been literally been looking for you for over 2 months, you can't just come ba-”

“Amber, I just need somewhere to stay and hide for a bit.” You pleaded. “At Least for the night, please.” Amber looked off and nodded. She ushered you to her room and pulled out a set of clothes handing them to you.

“Go clean up while I see what I can do alright?” Amber said, patting your back. You nodded and left to go to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in a mirror for the first time in a long time. You looked like a wreck. You looked pale and your hair, even though Mark took care of it, was uneven. You sighed and started to run bath water as you looked at all the bruises on your body. You rubbed them as you stepped into the tub and washed off. You cut your hair, made everything right as for much to remember. Your memory was altered to the extreme, your memories fading quicker than you remembered.

You shook your head as you took a look at your improved appearance for the final time. With that you opened the door to see one but Mark. He wore the harshest glare and the sickest most demented smile was plastered on his face. You quickly tried to close the door only for Mark to hold it open with his foot and come inside slamming the door shut behind him. You looked at the window above the toilet and started to climb and try to pop out the stained glass. You felt your knuckles start to bruise as you heard the glass start to crack.

“Oh no you dont.” You yelped as Mark grabbed your ankle to pull you down. He used his other hand to gran at your side so you could look up at him. He wore his invincible suit but his mask was gone making you face the reality and how deep into trouble you were because of the current situation.

“Now when I expected to finish taking care of the next big issue, I was going to come home and check on you, then we would've done whatever you wanted. But no I got a call from fucking Amber saying that you appeared in her house magically. Now that puts more pressure on us because guess what…” Mark paused and looked at you with a brow rose. You looked past him. “Answer me.”

“I-I don't kn-” Mark squeezed tighter. You ticked him off.

“Of course you dont. You didn't think that far. She's going to start asking for you but she doesn't know you're locked up with me. So you're going to come home, with me. Now.” Mark didn't say another word as he picked you up and opened the door.

Amber stood there, a worried expression etched on her face. “Is she going to be alright?”

“I'm going to take her home. Her parents must miss her.”

“Good, thanks for coming, Mark, I know she will trust you.”

“No problem Amber, I'll talk to you later.”

“Alright, be safe.”

Then Mark took off out a nearby window. He lied straight to her face, you both knew damn well that your parents were dead. And you couldn't do anything about it.

“Shh don't cry sweetie, your going to be home soon.” Mark stroked your hair trying to calm you down but you kept heaving. Everything was wrong… And he would always be the cause of that.

[blue-writes-things]

“Mudblood”

Sirius Black x Reader | Fluff / Angst

“For once you didn’t want to set the place on fire, you wanted to set yourself on fire”

| Masterlists | Words: 2225 Warnings: Shitty parents, Walburga and Orion’s A+ parenting, swearing, feminine pronouns   A/N: I still don’t know what pov this is, and also world ‘law’ inconsistencies. Edited Blue Moon Archives

Feedback is always appreciated! - Blue

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You’re standing in a crowd of people talking shit about each other or blood purity, blah, blah, blah. Although you’d rather be listening to the other people at this ‘Pureblood only’ party that your mother dragged you to, then listen to her talk at you, ripping at everything about you because the ribbon you tied around the waist of your dress was red and gold.

You wanted to have something with you that didn’t make you want to set everything on fire, or maybe you could borrow some of those fireworks James and Remus made, or - you got snapped out of your thoughts of ‘justified arson’ by someone yelling “Sirius Orion Black!”

Oh shit- that was one of the biggest reasons you hated going to these things since Sirius had ‘family’ in this little clique, he was dragged to them. You always made a big effort to not let anyone at Hogwarts know you were related to these monsters.

Everyone but a few Slytherins knew you as a muggleborn, Including your friends, you knew you should tell them the truth, but something always stopped you.

So you spent these parties hiding from Sirius, seeing him in a room meant you went to another, or even just went to the bathroom for the whole event so there was no way he would see you. You wanted to tell him, so these things wouldn’t be as bad, so you’d have someone to talk to, but you thought that if he, or any of your friends found out, you’d be dropped as their friend and that was the worst thing that could happen to you.

As Sirius and his mother walked into the room, you went to the other room, but unlucky, Sirius saw the little bit of red in the sea of green, going after you, knowing that no one who went to these things would ever wear red. But he missed you by a second. A seconded that, to you, saved your friendship. You and Sirius ended up playing a game of hide and seek for the rest of the night before you finally got to leave.

The next morning when you walked into the common room to see James, Remus and Lily sitting on the floor watching Sirius pace in front of the fireplace talking faster than a snitch flies.

“Who broke Sirius?” you raise your eyebrows sitting next to Remus on the floor.

“He had to go to one of those pureblood parties and a girl was there” he sighs, you stiffen, knowing it was you

“It’s not about her being a girl! It was that she had a red ribbon!” he yelled, before dramatically falling to lay on the floor.

“What’s it matter that she was wearing a red ribbon?” Lily asked leaning on James, making him turn as red as the couch “No don’t make him talk again!” Remus half laughs, but was also being a bit serious (no pun intended)

“Because! If you were listening, no one at these parties wears red, it’s like poison to them, meaning this girl must have known that and chose to wear it, meaning she doesn’t think like them!”

“Sounds like your jumping to conclusions Pads,” James says, still red “No! Cause she also was basically running from me all night

“She sounds smart” You smirk “Either way, why does it matter?” “It means that there’s someone there who is also a Gryffindor, you guys wouldn’t understand…” He trails off, you wanted so badly to hug him and say, I know exactly what you’re saying

“Guys, I’m hungry, can we go to breakfast now?” Remus whines standing up, we all nod and agree getting up

“Last person there has to do Sirius’s homework!” you half yell making everyone run out of the room down to the great hall, once everyone gets there, Lily ends up coming last, meaning James will end up doing Sirius’s homework.

“How do you always get here first?” Remus says panting (pun 100% intended)

“Cause I remember all the shortcuts here” he grins

“I think that’s cheating and Sirius is disqualified meaning he has to do his own homework, all in favour?” Lily glaring but smiling at Sirius as everyone, but him raises their hand “You’re all sore losers!” everyone laughed sitting down and starting to eat.

About halfway through breakfast a bunch of owls come in, dropping everyone letters. You don’t pay too much attention to it, you rarely get letters, and when you do, it’s just your parents shouting insults at you. So when a letter drops in front of you it made you flinch. Noting it’s in a green envelope you shove it in your pocket. Sirius frowns but doesn’t say anything.

The group go about the day, having classes, watching James try to flirt with Lily, Sirius trying to flirt with you, the norm.

But after charms with Slytherin, you and the boys had planned a prank for Lucius Malfoy, he was bullying a first-year Hufflepuff, no one messes with Hufflepuffs and gets away with it.

Right as it was about to go into action, he got out of the way of the red dye about to fall on his plantation blonde hair. The group all groan, seeing Severus smirk as he leaves the classroom, you guess he told Malfoy about it but the looks of things.

“Watch it ‘mudblood’.” he smirks, putting ‘mudblood’ in quotations, he was one of the people who knew about you not being muggleborn, he said he wouldn’t tell anyone, but now he uses it as blackmail on you.

“Don’t call her that!” Sirius yells, going to pull out his wand, to hex him into next year.

“Y/N, I suggest you control your friend there, he does anything to me, I’ll tell your little group about your dearest mother and father. To be honest, I’m surprised you’ve kept your mouth shut about it for so long” he chuckles as he turns to leave, Sirius fuming about to go after him again

“Sirius. Just, leave it” you mumble

“Why! He can’t say that to you!”

“Cause we’d get detention and I have a…thing…I need to go to this weekend, and if I miss it, I’ll get bea- in big trouble….I’m going to the library I have homework to do, I’ll see you guys later” you rush off

“She’s not going to the library” Remus utters, both James and Sirius look at him funny “You can’t get to library from that way”

“I’ll catch up with you guys,” Sirius says going off after you

“Wanna go get lunch Moony?” James says after Sirius runs off

“Sounds good”

***

You reach the black lake, taking out the letter your parents sent you this morning, ripping it open and reading it. It was the normal ‘disgrace, worthless, traitor’ it hurts more than you expected, plus a reminder at the bottom that you’re going to another gathering this weekend.

You drop the letter next to you, hugging your knees to your chest, tears start falling. You sat like that for almost an hour before someone sat next to you

“Been lookin’ for you everywhere love” you look up and It’s Sirius “What’s wrong?”

He frowns looking down seeing the letter, and a green envelope, just like the ones his family sends him, he goes to grab it, but you snatch it away before he can

“What’s the letter say? It’s clearly upset you” he shuffles closer to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Not thinking clearly, you say the first excuse that comes to your mind

“Mum just told me that, my aunt died,” you say not looking at him

“Y//n, I know that’s not true”

“What do you mean it’s not true! I just read the bloody letter”

“Cause this is the fourth letter in a row telling you that an aunt has died, you’re not very good at lying”

“You’d be surprised” you mumble so Sirius doesn’t hear you

“Come on, you can tell me anything, you can tell me the truth”

“You don’t want to know the truth, Sirius!” You snap at him running up to the castle.

You spent the rest of the week avoiding your friends, well Sirius, but he’s always with them, so it meant avoiding them too.

It was Saturday night, and you were at the pureblood party, and completely miserable. You go over and stand next to your father

“Couldn’t help but bring that ‘Gryffindor’ pride with you?” your father says looking down at you. You’ve never felt so small “Take that stupid thing off”  

“S-sorry father” you look down you taking off the red ribbon

“Disgrace” he mutters walking away

Not wanting to look as alone as you felt, you go outside though some fancy glass doors, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, for once you didn’t want to set the place on fire, you wanted to set yourself on fire, you felt cold, but not from the weather, from spending a week away from your friends, and re-reading all the letters your ‘family’ sent to you.

You didn’t notice, but Sirius had just walked in. He’s looking around for the red ribbon, hoping that ‘whoever’ she is, was here tonight, he sees the ribbon by the doors, smirking “fuckin’ finally” he thinks, once he’s outside he sees that it’s you.

“Y-Y/n?”

Your eyes go wide ‘well tonight can’t get worse’ you think, turning to him but not daring to look in his eyes

“How’d you get here? What are you doing here?”

“Same as you” You show Sirius the ‘invite’ to the party

“I-I don’t understand, you’re not muggleborn you’re pureblood? Why didn’t you tell me?” he frowns

“I didn’t want you to think of me as one of them” You look inside, you can practically hear them saying mudblood

You could see cogs turning his brain though his eyes as he was piecing it all together “All the letters were from them?”

You nod, pulling out a bunch of paper from your bag “Only letters I ever get” you choke handing them to Sirius He looks through them, anger boiling inside him

“They say I’m a traitor, pathetic, disappointment, disgrace, worthless, unloved, unneeded…I guess I am really” Sirius pulls you into a hug.

“You’re nothing like them, and you’re none of those things, I’m so glad I met you, I don’t know where I’d be without you… actually I do, I’d be in there bored outta my mind,” You hold him tighter burying your head in his neck

You hear Sirius’s mother calling him from inside, you pull away smirking at him, and spark in your eye, as if you weren’t about to burst out crying.

Sirius looks at you confused but smiling “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours”

“Well since we’re stuck here for a bit, why don’t we have some fun” you grin tying ribbon back around your waist

“I like the sound of that”

You grab Sirius’s hand and pull in inside to where a song is playing and people are dancing respectfully in pairs.

“Hey, Pads? May I have this dance?”

“Hey, isn’t that my line?”

You roll your eyes as you both go to where the dancing is. Sirius holds you by your waist pulling you close

You raise your eyebrow and Sirius winks at you “Do you know what personal space is?” smirking you wrap your arms around his neck, only making you both closer “Doesn’t seem like you mind” his voice drops an octave

“Who would mind being this close to Sirius Orion Black” Sirius looks down at your lips.

“The way my name sounds coming off your lips is making me want to kiss you,” he says sensually, smirking and pulling you closer (if that’s even possible) you bite your lip, flicking your eyes from his lips

“Sirius.Orion.Black”

He crashes his lips to yours, sending sparks through each other, it felt like it was always meant to be, but ruining the moment both your mothers are pulling you apart, saying things like blood traitors, despicable, etc, making you both laugh

“See you at school!” Sirius calls as his mother drags him out

“If we make it back!”

You both laugh, your mothers going off.

~ A few months later ~

You were taking a walk around the grounds finding Sirius sitting by the black lake holding a letter “Parents?” you say sitting by him, wrapping him in a hug as he nods

“Th-they disowned me…It’s like I don’t give a fuck, I hate them…but it still hurts”

You laugh a bit “You’re kidding right?” “Hm?” he tilts his head to the side as you pull a letter from your robes

“Got it yesterday” you hand letter to him He lets out a laugh “They disowned you too?!” “They couldn’t wait one day? So we can get disowned together?” you both laugh

“I love you, Sirius Orion”

“Now that sounds so much better coming from your lips” he has his cheeky grin on his face “Does it make you want to kiss me?” you smirk “It makes me want to kiss you forever” as he pulls you into a passionate kiss.