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qetalos · 1 year ago

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‧₊˚ daydreaming | 성훈

p: popular!Sunghoon x shy!fem reader g: classmates to lovers, fluff

warnings! kinda slowburn? Also reader loves chem (sorry not sorry y'all LMAO), long writing!

a/n: based off the song Daydreaming by Ariana Grande<3 last post before indefinite hiatus..

The first day I arrived to school, my attention was caught by a pretty boy of dark black hair and a face perfectly painted by multiple moles in different areas of, not only his face but, his body too. I could never talk to him, he was hella popular and I don't think he'd like to talk to someone like me, a random girl who came this year.

I wasn't completely lonely, I had a friend named Mi-Ju, she told me a bit more about Sunghoon. Things like he had a younger sister, he used to be an ice skater and a lot more things that just made me admire and feel more interested in him.

"You're going to create a hole in his back if you continue staring at him like that" I heard Mi-Ju say and I just rolled my eyes, I was looking at Sunghoon from our table at lunch with my chin on top of my hand "It's not like that..." I said and looked away from him after 5 minutes of staring at him to start eating "Have you heard about the History project?" "History project?! What?!" I looked at Mi-Ju, almost as if something tragic had happened "Yeah... Mrs Kim told us about it last class, we don't have to bring anything she just told us about it to... I don't know, be ready?" She said and I let out a sigh, feeling less worried about it "The thing is that it's in pairs but we won't be able to choose our partners... She'll choose them" "Really? Mrs Kim is always like that... it's no fun literally..." I said and went back to eating before going to our history class.

"Okay class, I'll start naming your partners for this project. When I finish naming all of you, then you can see how you'll organize to do this" the teacher said and everyone stayed silent "So, the pairs will be Areum and Haerin" "Yeonhan and Mi-Ju" "Sunghoon and ___" "Jeonmi and..." wait... I was paired with Sunghoon?! I turned around to look at Mi-Ju but instead of finding her eyes, I found Sunghoon's which were already looking at me beforehand "Alright, those are the pairings for this project. Good luck and remember to bring it in two weeks".

I sighed nervously as I stood up and walked to Sunghoon's desk, thinking on how I was going to deal with him and having to talk to him for two weeks, was this good or bad? "Hey Sunghoon..." I said and swallowed nervously, looking at him before looking to the ground "Hey.. ___" I heard him say and I didn't know what else to say "Do you wanna sit down?" Sunghoon asked me and I nodded, sitting next to him feeling pretty awkward. "So... how do we start this project?" He asked as he looked through his notebook "Uhm I think the teacher said that we should choose a chapter from the book and make a poster about it and the main topics" I said as I grabbed my history book and started to flip through the pages "Do you have any chapter in mind? Also, sorry. Today I forgot my history book so if you don't mind, can we share your book?" "Oh? Yeah no problem about that. Honestly I have one chapter in mind but we can decide which one together, does that sound right?" I asked softly, not believing the way I started to talk to him so normally and confidently "Yeah I'm okay with that" Sunghoon said and we started the project.

"How's it going with Sunghoon?" Mi-Ju asked me, nudging my shoulder playfully before we sat down for lunch. It has been a week since the history project started and my little conversations with Sunghoon, about the project, started too. "What do you mean? It's going good, we're always working on the project so..." I said smiling as I started to eat. I was talking to Mi-Ju when I felt a tap on my shoulder, turning around I couldn't believe that Sunghoon was there looking at me "Yes?" I mumbled softly "Uhm... Would you like to.. meet me after school to grab something?" He asked me and I was speechless "To continue the project! Yeah..." Sunghoon added and I chuckled as he sounded nervous, something new for me to see "Sure" I said smiling at him before he walked away.

"What was that?!" Mi-Ju asked and I giggled to myself, burying my face in my arms "I don't know but I'm so happy right now" "Yeah of course you are, your crush asked you out after school.." Mi-Ju said as she ate her lunch "He didn't ask me out! He said it was to finish the project!" I said, looking over at her before she eyed me "You know very well that it's more like a date rather a study session or whatever... He even said it himself but added the project part to sound more subtle" "Whatever.." I said and looked down at my food, smiling to myself.

"Why did I say that?! Oh my god I'm so dumb" Sunghoon said and bumped his head on the table as Jake patted his shoulder "It wasn't that bad by the way you say you did it... a study session? It's not that bad" Jungwon said, eating his lunch as he looked over at Sunghoon "I could've just gone and asked her on a proper date instead of a "study session"! I don't know why I was so nervous..." Sunghoon groaned "Maybe because you like her?" Ni-ki butted in, playing some games in his phone while he listened to Sunghoon's rambling "I don't-" "Yes you do, Sunghoon" everyone in the table said in unison, glancing at him before he bumped his head on the table again.

Sitting down next to Sunghoon in one of the cafe's table I started to take out all my books and things we were going to need to complete the project "Did you bring your book today?" I asked Sunghoon jokingly as I looked over at him "Yeah I did..." he said before chuckling lightly, cute.

"Let me walk you home, ___" I heard Sunghoon say as we walked out from the café after finishing the history project, a week before the day we had to hand it in "What?" I couldn't believe my ears in that moment "Yeah... Would you be comfortable with me walking you home?" He asked again and I smiled softly, nodding at his words "Yes..". We were walking together when suddenly little drops started to fall, slowly turning into a light rain "Oh.." I said as we realized it had started to rain "It's okay, I have an umbrella in my backpack" I said before taking out a small umbrella, it was more likely to be an individual umbrella due to the size but Sunghoon didn't mind about that as we shared it. It was awkward, definitely. But gladly my apartment wasn't far away from where we were and minutes after we arrived there "Thank you for walking me home, Sunghoon" I said smiling at him "No problem" he said and he was about to walk away under the rain when I stopped him, grabbing his arm softly "You can have my umbrella, I can't let you walk home under the rain" "Really?" "Yeah" I said chuckling "How can I repay you?" Sunghoon asked me and I shrugged, smiling "Giving it back?" I said and we both laughed "I don't know, but don't worry. Make sure to arrive safely and then we'll talk about that" I said and Sunghoon nodded, he waved before he started to walk away with my umbrella.

"And so I gave it to him!" I told Mi-Ju as we were on a phone call "Oh my god, I swear you're making smoother moves than him!" She said and I laughed "It's okay, I don't think he even likes me" I said and laid down on my bed, talking to Mi-Ju for a while more.

The next day I was in my locker when I saw my umbrella with a note and candies beside it, how did it end up inside my locker? I don't remember giving Sunghoon my locker keys. I grabbed the note and read it, smiling to myself as I grabbed the umbrella and put it inside my backpack again. I noticed that the candies were also one of my favorites, how did he know? Maybe it was a consequence and I was just overthinking about it, but how did he manage to put the umbrella and the candies inside my locker?

"Did you pass the chemistry exam?" Mi-Ju was talking with Ni-ki when I walked to her, she smiled and introduced Ni-ki to me as one of Sunghoon's friend "No I didn't" Ni-ki said, chuckling to himself "But the subject is so boring!" He added and I gasped, as a person who loved chemistry "What? Chemistry? Boring? Oh my god-" I said and Mi-Ju only laughed as I argued with Ni-ki. "Ni-ki? ___? What are you doing here?" A voice asked and Mi-Ju gasped "You forgot about me!" "Oh yeah sorry" I looked up and saw Sunghoon, it was weird to see him talk to Mi-Ju so confidently? "Hey" I said and Sunghoon turned to me, smiling "What were you talking about?" He asked again and Ni-ki told him about how he failed his chemistry exam. "___?" Sunghoon asked quietly and I looked at him, Mi-Ju and Ni-ki were busy arguing about something else so they weren't paying attention "Yeah?" I replied simply, waiting for him to talk "Would you like to go out after school to discuss about the project?" He asked me and I almost bursted out laughing, but I got the idea of his suggestion "Okay... even if we already finished the project?" I asked smiling playfully at him as he chuckled to himself, nodding "Yeah, even if we already finished it".

And that's how it was the last week before handing in the project. Sunghoon would ask me to go out after school to talk about the project, when we just went out to eat or walk around. It was sweet, indeed, but it left me confused. Did he want something else with me? If not then why was he doing this?

"Sunghoon?" I asked softly, as we walked together back to my apartment after spending another afternoon together "Yeah?" He replied "Why are you doing this?" "Asking you out after school?" And I was surprised by the way he already knew the point of my question "Yes.." I waited for his reply, but instead heard him chuckle "Because I like you" "What?" I asked again, not believing what he had said. We stopped walking and stood looking at each other "I like you, ___" Sunghoon said, looking down "But I didn't know a better way of asking you out apart from saying it was to study.." he said and I chuckled softly, I looked up at him "I like you too, Sunghoon... I've liked you for a long time" I admitted and he sighed before grabbing my hand "I'm sorry for making you wait" "It's okay, we're ending up together anyways?" I chuckled and he nodded, bringing me closer "We are" Sunghoon said and brought his hand to hold my cheek before connecting our lips together in a soft kiss.

✦゜・。。

thank you for reading!

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alaskashigh · 1 year ago

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I'd love to hear more of your California/New York headcanons if you're good with that! or any other ship headcanons you have :D

yesyesyesyesyes-

I’ma go ahead and say a bunch of my headcanons about not just yorkcali, but the other states n shit because i don’t have any wttt friends and need to talk about them

YORKCALI

Sometimes the meetings really wear New York out, so when they are finally allowed to leave he latches onto California and forces the both of them to take long naps (even if New York struggles to sleep, but he's slowly getting their with California)

Speaking of sleeping, California and New York both struggle to go to bed. Because of the bustling of all of his cities, New York couldn't sit in silence without hearing it in the back of his mind until his brain started to tune it out, so sleeping was difficult. Not only that, but he's always restless and itching to do something- anything- so you can find him up at 3 in the morning, empty and half full coffees and energy drinks stacked around him, working or writing new plays.

The same goes for California, but it isn't as bad. He learned how to tune out his cities a long time ago, so he doesn't really hear it unless he focuses on it. Though he does hear the beach quite frequently. He is always on his feet, looking for things to do to fill his time. Art and work take up a lot of his time, but he still takes naps when he remembers too. (Usually after realizing that he's seen the sun rise for the 14th time.)

They both have a really bad caffeine addiction, so their quite fidgety and active.

California or New York will drag the other out of the house after a while of nonstop work, work, work, and go, go, go. Taking each other to get boba or go see a play/movie. When they get out of the house it's unlikely you'll see them again until 2-3 days later. You'll see them both laughing and smiling as they walk through the front door and to their rooms like they haven't been gone for almost a week.

GHOST TOWNS

So, Cal’s ghost towns or “dead” towns, yeah? Well i headcanon that all of the ghost towns still hang around the states- (idea given to me by this hella cool fic by TourificTiccer) -and that they all look shattered, broken, a little transparent, and like how they looked when they died. They can switch between looking like how they died and how they looked before it. Also do you know that one song? The Mind Electric? (this is the song that i’m talking about. i couldn’t find any other versions of this on other websites besides one animatic on youtube so sorry if you don’t use soundcloud!) I imagine that's how they sound, like an old broken radio. You can also hear mining, trains, and different voices of people that used to live in them coming from them because their bodies are permanently stuck in the past.

Also, I headcanon that California wasn’t really close to his old towns then, really only using them because of the popularity and gold. Back then he didn’t see his towns as his kids, mainly as acquaintances, so because of that those towns were never really apart of his family. He regrets being like how he was with them now, thats why later on in his life he started to take care of his cities and see them as his kids like they see him as their father.

Basically none of the ghost towns are “related” in any way besides that their towns in California. They don’t see California as family or anything really, just a bad person.

The ghost towns aren’t too fond with California because of it and still hold grudges because of how they were treated til this day, but their slowly making amends and trying to fix things, even if they’ll never forgive him and California understands that.

Calico and Brody, two of California’s famous ghost towns, weren’t close until their towns populations started to drop a lot. they took comfort in each other, knowing that they at least had each other when everyone was leaving. Brody was devastated when Calico died and was pissed off at California for not showing enough compassion.

They found each other again after Brody died and haven’t left each other since.

(I couldn’t find a date of when the towns were founded, only years, so i just kept the date the same as today for both of them besides the years. i’ll just say that Brody is 164 and Calico’s 128 (google said mid 1890s so i put 1895 in an age calculator. if someone knows their actual ages that’d be cool to know)

Currently only have headcanons for those two ghost towns, but i’ll work on the other ones including from other states as well.

SAN FRANCISCO & JACKSONVILLE

San Francisco and Jacksonville are best friends and are always getting into trouble. They spend a lot of their time outside at the beach and walking in front of outlet shops, occasionally stealing a thing or two from them. They always run back to California at the end of the day when they’ve gotten their asses in trouble, or just to hang out with him since California gives them a lot of freedom to just do their own things. (Although he does scold them when they do something idiotic, but nothing too harsh.)

Jacksonville gave San Francisco a custom handcrafted surf board for christmas. It’s his favorite surfboard out of all the ones he owns (he likes to collect them and has a good amount from over the years) and he always takes it to the beach with him, with or without Jacksonville.

They both got really high and dyed their hair rainbow. Jacksonville completely dyed all of his hair whilst San Francisco did the bottom layer of his hair, the top later of his hair still light brown with blondish highlights. San Francisco fixed up some of the dye in his hair since it wasn’t the best job done when he got sober while Jacksonville said he didn’t care and just left it as is, even though San Francisco had offered to fix it up for him. (idea from Storytellers_And_States cool fic)

ILLINOIS & WISCONSIN

Illinois and Wisconsin absolutely hate each other, yeah? "We know this already, get to the good bit!" Yadada yadada- hold your horses. Well a long time back when they first started hating each other, it had just been arguing and pettiness, until one day things took a turn and Illinois woke up the next day bruised and sore with hickeys all over his body, a snoring Wisconsin next to him. At first the two tried to ignore it, tried not to think about what they had done, but their minds always circled back to the other, until one day they were arguing again and couldn't keep themselves from doing a "little more" than arguing against an old beaten up wall.

Safe to say they have a "enemies with benefits" type relationship, and each time they only feel more confused afterwards. They can't grasp why they always gravitate towards one another like the pull of a magnetic force. At first they would've said confidently that it was because they wanted to annoy each other, but with how many times they've fucked and how their feelings keep getting more and more confusing, the other almost always on their mind, they aren't so confident anymore that being annoying is why they find themselves in the same vicinity as the other constantly.

GOV & CDC

Gov and Cdc are a nervous wreck of a couple. The two of them being like a puzzle piece unfinished until they are together. When they aren't with the other they feel a little nervous and unsure of themselves at times, always needing that extra push of encouragement or assurance that the other gives when they aren't so sure about something. But when they are together they aren't exactly fully confident, but they are more put together and stronger, feeling comforted and fulfilled when the other is with them. They work better together than on their own at times. Of course they also need their alone time and personal space, but afterwards they are always coming back to one another, wrapping their arms around the other and soothing any worries or troubles.

Cdc knows that Gov has a lot of mental and physical health problems from his unhealthy work habits and from how he was raised, all those years ago. So he always has his arms open, ready to take Gov in and care for him. He's always there to kiss his head and ease him of his worries, telling him time and time again that no matter what he will never leave him, he'll never stop loving him, and that he will always be there for him no matter what.

COAST GUARD

Coast Guard is ambidextrous. He likes to write with his right hand and cook with his left hand. Florida once snuck into his office, saw him writing with his left hand, and almost screamed.

"You can write with both hands too?!"

"How did you get in my office-"

He and Wisconsin are good friends, they like to go out drinking together and often go to each other's homes as soon as their free. When they aren't with each other their texting every so often, Wisconsin sending him funny cat memes and Coast Guard sending Ocean animal memes during meetings or work.

(Thank you to whoever said that Wisconsin and Coast Guard would be friends in my last post, it's canon in my Ben Brainard world now lol)

Okay i've been working on this for like, two days now? So i'ma end this here. Thanks for asking for my headcanons!! (Sorry about the lack of Yorkcali ones- I got too into talking about other states and personifications, my bad) This was so fun lol, I love getting to talk about my headcanons and how I see Ben's world (someone should send me more asks, wink wink nudge nudge. you didn't hear that from me though)

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shadows-lovebug · 8 months ago

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So the other day I made myself a series called "Karaoke week" it's a Leo and Aizen (my OC) series! Basically...

Leo runs into his favorite and famous singer Aizen while on his way to going out to Karaoke night with his best friends the two end up being partners after Aizen reluctantly agrees to join Leo and soon a spark was fired and Leo was head over heels for the popular singer...

SHHDHSJDJDJRHRJ

Achem anyways so there was this one specific song I wanna use (It's a song fic PLEASE. I've already had to explain it SO MANY TIMES 😭😭💀) but its "Stupid in love" and it was Leo's first choice during their turn ^^

Uhh...Here I'll just..*Cutely types chapter two instead of copying and pasting it like a normal person*

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"Come on princess it'll be fun!" Leo said after putting the CD of the song in and handed the microphone to Aizen who chuckled nervously.

"Are you sure I mean it's a little..." The girl replied and tapped her fingers against the microphone awkwardly as Leo blew a raspberry guestering for her to join him as the lyrics appeared on the screen

“Ugh the audacity of this thing to think I need lyrics!” Leo scoffed as Aizen giggled and she was starting to zone out and her ears started ringing fuck fuck fuck! Not an anxiety attack! Now? During all times?

Aizen was about to give up and bury herself in pillows before the sound of Leo singing caught her attention...

"Know it's a little soon, maybe..But I'd go anywhere you take me long as you're calling me, baby they can all call us crazy.."

And that's when it hit Aizen in the face.

She knew Leo was good at a LOT of things but singing? Yeah that was a HUGE shocker. Anyways the way Leo's voice sounded it was.. comforting and God he sounded HELLA good for someone who doesn't sing often.

Aizen perked up a bit before joining Leo for the second verse.

"Hi! You came baby I've been waiting for you all day so lean my way and let me just take away all the pain, I know it's a bit soon for vows paper rings are good for now but no I'm already down the aisle cause I'm so stupid in love..."

Leo smiled at his crush and grabbed her hand intertwining them and stared into her eyes the chemistry was there and everyone in the room knew it.

"let's get married in Vegas we don't need a guest list I don't wanna think to much..Let's get matching tattoos I don't wanna think it through baby I'm so stupid in love book a flight to Paris to run away what you think about sharing our last name? Let's get straight to I do I don't wan a think it through baby I'm so stupid in love"

Both Leo and Aizen were singing their hearts out ignoring the cheering that was happening, his eyes were locked onto hers and vice versa. They never wanted this moment to end, Leo never wanted this moment to end..He was so in love with this girl he'd thought he'd never have the chance of singing with her and now he's living his dream he was in cloud nine and Aizen was his grounding.

The duo were unstoppable, powerful together. Hell Leo would DIE for Aizen- maybe that was a little TOO much whoops...Ah whatever Leo didn't care he was just enjoying this moment like anyone would!

When the song was over Leo chuckled softly and placed his thumb over her chin and caressed her cheek before peckither on the lips officially saying he and Aizen had her again stole the spotlight like he had planned.

Aizen on the other hand was SPEECHLESS she stood there her face completely red and she felt hot before she looked away from Leo and then unfortunately she couldn't keep her eyes off of him and scoffed "Your a jackass you know that right?"

Leo laughed in return and flicked her playfully on the nose, "Yeah yeah I'm YOUR jackass though" He giggled as Aizen rolled her eyes and before she could move her best friend Jennika pulled her into a tight hug, "That was amazing Zen!!!" She complimented before Jennika stared Leo down giving him the

"don't touch my best friend you asshole." Look and Leo cringed before sighing and walked over to their twin brother snatching a ten dollar bill from their hand smirking.

And for once Leo's life was going the way he wanted it to..

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ERM YEAH THAT'S ALL I HAVE SO FAR SUDNDHRBRNJRKRRKRKRKRKKRRKEELEKEK you can find more on my tiktok page!!! 😭😭💀

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt leo x oc #rise leo x oc #rottmnt oc #rottmnt leo #fanfic #rottmnt fanfiction #songfic #rottmnt oneshot

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thomaslightwoodenthusiast · 2 years ago

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i promise this will be my last post of today, but i feel like nobody here has any idea who i am apart from a select few details and some 2-3 year old tiktoks😭 so here u have it; an introduction to the queen herself.

my name is sarah, and i’m 18. i live in northern ireland, which is sadly part of the uk! sexuality and gender have always been weird topics for me, but because i was born as and am fairly comfortable living as a girl, i just go with that lol. i used to be comfortable using the label queer, but then i heard all of the slur discourse and it made me uncomfy. ergo, best way to describe my sexuality is probably bi (hence the pfp)

i’m going to be heading to uni soon to study psychology!!

my two major passions in life are music and books. i don’t think i could live without either. i absolutely adore the phantom of the opera, which may be evident from the few (fairly popular!!) posts i’ve made about it before lol. i am also, bizarrely, a HUGE fan of ‘the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde’ (feels weird to use its government name LOL) the musical is SO good i am acc obsessed w it HAHAHAAH

in further regards to music, some of my favourite artists include (but are not limited to); my chemical romance, chase atlantic, set it off, and adam lambert. i have been to see queen, and i’m seeing set it off pretty soon too!! overall, concerts i’ve been to are; queen, hella mega (which was green day, fall out boy, and WEEZER HELL YEAH), and the 1975. i also have (as mentioned) set it off in a few weeks and the killers in several months!! i also saw twenty one pilots but that was in 2019 lol. this is probably unnecessary but i just thought y’all would maybe be interested to get to know other sides of me better :) (i can also play 3 instruments💯)

OH and two of my a-levels are spanish and french so if anyone else is a linguist here feel free to chat w me i love that shit lol

#shadowhunters #lgbtq #the shadowhunter chronicles #queer #the last hours #chain of gold #thomastair #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #chain of iron #chain of thorns #christopher lightwood #grace blackthorn #cordelia herondale #cordelia carstairs #james herondale #lucie herondale #jesse blackthorn #matthew fairchild

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casspurrjoybell-27 · 1 year ago

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Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 42

*Warning Adult Content*

Home - Part 2

'Just be careful.'

They turn a corner and step into a room with a scrub sink where Everett quickly sanitizes and washes his hands.

"Bit too late for that," Everett mutters.

"I'm sorry. I'm not trying to give you unsolicited advice or assume I know where your mind is," Keith explains.

"But if you plan to stick around these people long term, then it's best you know now that it's only going to get worse from here."

Everett struggles to suppress an eye roll while drying his hands.

"If it's as bad as you're implying, then why do you continue to work with the club? I'm sure you'd lose hella clients if they ever found out their PCP worked undercover with a biker gang."

"Well, there's a simple answer to that."

Keith chuckles.

"I work with them because it pays well. Contrary to the popular saying, money does indeed buy happiness. At least for me it does."

"Yeah, well, I'm sure you have good intentions or whatever but I don't need anyone to look out for me. I'm not as helpless as I look, believe it or not, so I don't need a heads up or warning. And while I appreciate the chat, I would really like to see Knox."

"Of course. He's here at the end of the hall."

It's just a few more steps to Knox's room.

Keith leaves Everett alone, allowing them to have some privacy.

Everett takes a deep breath in and exhales before opening the door and stepping inside, his heart lodged in his throat.

His hands shake again as he walks toward the sleeping man laid out in the hospital bed.

Seeing Knox resting so peacefully, the color now back in his face, untwists the anxious knot in Everett's chest.

While being mindful of the IV line, Everett drags a chair to Knox's bedside and carefully takes his hand.

He intertwines their fingers as happy tears well in his eyes.

"You didn't leave me," Everett whispers the words with a bittersweet smile.

"I'll be honest and say I really didn't think you were going to make it. You were so damn pale a-and..."

He sighs and leans forward, resting his head against the bedrail.

"I don't know what happened or who did this to you but if you ever get hurt like this again, I swear I'll..."

The feeling of Knox's fingers twitching in his grasp cuts him off mid-sentence.

"Knox?"

Everett stands immediately and leans over the bed, his free hand gently caressing Knox's face.

"Can you hear me, baby?"

"I hear you, kitten."

Knox's eyes flutter open slowly, his voice low and groggy.

"If I'm looking at you, I'm guessing I'm not in hell yet, right?"

"No, idiot," Everett laughs.

"You're still here with me on planet Earth. Disappointed?"

"Happy," Knox murmurs, a faint smile on his lips.

He attempts to sit up in bed but a sharp pain in his lower abdomen makes him regret the movement instantly.

"Oh, fuck..."

His free hand travels down to where he's bandaged.

"What all did Doc do to me?"

"Saved your life," Everett says.

"And you no longer have an appendix, by the way."

"I can live without it. Where's Gav and everyone else? I need an update on what happened..."

"I'll bring him back in a minute. Everything is fine for now. You need to worry about yourself for once and try to get as much rest as possible. Doc said you can go back to your old ways in two to four weeks."

"Two to four weeks?"

Knox's eyes widen in disapproval.

They drift from Everett's eyes down to his lips and, for a brief moment, even lower.

"Does that also include..."

"Oh my God," Everett blushes, rolling his eyes.

"You just came back from the brink of death and you're already thinking about fucking? Are you kidding me right now?"

"What? It's a serious question," Knox chuckles.

"I don't like being told I have to be apart from you for that long."

"How about this?" Everett leans down, his mouth inches away from Knox's.

"If you do well and rest properly... and I mean taking a real damn break so your body can heal... then I promise to give you whatever you want the second Doc gives you the all clear. Deal?"

"Actions speak louder than words, kitten."

Knox's grip tightens on Everett's hand.

He pulls the boy the rest of the way down and kisses him nice and slow before whispering against his sweet lips.

"Sorry for scaring you. I wasn't in my right mind when I sought you out. You and Red shouldn't have seen me like that but I just needed to make sure you were safe. Needed to see it with my own eyes."

Everett frowns.

"What even happened?"

"Ghost."

Knox's expression darkens within seconds, and the room suddenly feels a lot colder.

"Little bastard got the upper hand for a split second and took advantage. But he won't be a problem for us anymore. He's... gone."

"Oh."

Everett doesn't ask for clarification.

Gone in the world of a biker can only mean one thing... Ghost is dead and he ain't coming back.

"So, what now? How do you think Russell will react to Ghost's death? Do we really have a fighting chance in this war?"

Knox is quiet for a moment, then he answers...

"As long as I'm breathing, I'm going to fight alongside my brothers until Russell and every Jackal is dead. I'll never lie to you or fill you up with a bunch of bullshit sweet talk but shit isn't going to get any easier from here. So, I'll understand if you want to hideout someplace other than the clubhouse..."

"Don't even go there," Everett snaps.

"If I wanted to be someplace else, I would've run away by now."

"I just don't want it to be you who's lying in a hospital bed next, kitten."

"At this point, if it happens, it happens. I'm not leaving you, Knox. End of story."

Knox breaks out a smile that makes the butterflies in Everett's stomach go crazy.

"You deserve a break from all this shit."

"I would actually have to agree," Everett laughs.

"Something particular you had in mind?"

"Yes," Knox says, a hint of mischief in his tone.

"I want to meet your parents."

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ff123456789 · 7 years ago

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A lil heads up that I wrote a magic AU for RubyLeah because I’m thirsty for this ship

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hwajin · 3 years ago

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𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 — !# : lyb

genre: fluff, smut, slow burn/ mutual pining

pairing: nerd!felix x popular!fem!reader

wc: 7.5k

warnings: unprotected sex/ piv/ cumming inside, otherwise the smut is hella soft <3

note: in case you want to skip forward to the smut part OR want to read only till then: smut follows under the third ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── !!

He’d always see her pass by his locker in the hallway, when he happened to look up from his phone for a mere second, as the little screen happened to occupy the majority of his time in school. Felix had one mutual class with her, where she sat right before him, whispers and giggles always heard from where she was seated. He knew the approximate hour in which she’d make her way to her next class after lunch break, chatting with friends and throwing her head back whenever she laughed. He also knew that on Tuesdays, her day ended after the 8th hour, and he sometimes saw her catching the bus just on time, besides running towards it every week anew because she just couldn’t seem to stop the conversations she was part of. It wasn’t like he was obsessed with her, though it might sound like it from an outside point of view. But she was endearing, and oh so lovely, with the way she moved and carried herself, so how could he possibly not find interest in her?

His friends have told him that she’s out of his league, that she’d never go for a homebody who’s most interesting weekly activity is going out for some junk food with classmates, before his ears would be covered with his headset again, eyes fixed on whatever new game he’s installed onto his PC at home. And he knew – obviously he knew – that he didn’t even stand a chance. Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder otherwise, whenever she turned around in class, facing him, looking him straight in the eyes before asking for notes or a pencil or anything else that would be of use for her. She’d shoot him a smile, one that looked so genuine and heartfelt that he couldn’t help but wonder, that maybe he did stand a chance, after all.

“Hey, Felix, right?”

Her voice caused his head to snap up, gaze laced with confusion as they’re eyes locked in a quite awkward manner. She knew his name?

“Uh- yeah.. do you need anything?”

Did he sound cold, rude maybe? He most likely did, figuring how socializing wasn’t one of his strengths – especially when it came to her. He felt his face heat up in something he’d call embarrassment, or maybe he was simply flustered, nervous. Arisu heard her let out a chuckle, not one that came off as condescending, but rather amused with a hint of curiosity, he thought. Curiosity in him, maybe? Was that possible? Or maybe he was getting ahead of himself again.

“No, I don’t need anything. Just wanted to chat a bit.”

Chat a bit. About what, he thought. He could barely hold a conversation that consisted of mere small talk, and he doubted that the two shared any common interests. And God, was he awkward, with the way he only stared at her, nothing but a hum leaving his lips, followed by the corners of his mouth grimacing into something that hopefully looked like an acceptable smile, though he wasn’t too sure. And there it was, another one of her chuckles, and again, it was everything but to make fun of him. It was sweet, sounded through the room like the chirping of birds and he knew his ears were of a bright red by now.

“I just noticed I don’t really know you besides you sitting behind me all year already, thought it’d be nice to get to know each other, no?”

Yes, it would be nice to get to know each other. But how did she possibly want the same thing? Yet her eyes sparked at Felix while she waited for his answer, or anything, really, a reaction to her words. Was she as nervous as him, maybe? Or did she simply sense what he was onto, did she know that he had a crush on her – if that what the right word for the turmoil of feelings and thoughts he had?

He’d sometimes catch himself zoning off in the middle of class, not looking anywhere in particular, yet having his gaze most often than not fixed on the back of her head. Again, not in a way anyone would get creeped out, she simply happened to sit right in his viewpoint. And in times like this he couldn’t help but notice her love for detail. How it seemed like every and each of her strands of hair was laid down to perfection, the bounce of them keeping Felix in awe. How there would be hair pins and ties and accessories adorning her, never unmatched with the rest of her outfit. Outfits that looked like she planned them purposefully, but not as if she was trying too hard, in a way they looked nothing but fitted on her. Today, he couldn’t help but notice her choice of clothes, too, subtle colors grazing her skin so softly it damn near knocked his breath out.

And then there was him, an old shirt and pants thrown over his body, not even bothered enough to get his hair done in any way. He was only going to classes after all, not seeing the need to dress up – but maybe he should learn from her. After all, he wanted to stand a chance somehow.

“Uh.. yeah, no, it’d be nice to know each other. Like- to get to know each other, I mean, yeah.”

Felix heard giggles and laughter from different parts of the classroom, friends and couples, some merely talking, others visibly flirting with each other. And it all looked so easy for them, so why did he seem to be the only one who couldn’t get a grip of himself?

But then again, she didn’t seem to mind at all. She cocked her head at him and gave him a tooth flashing smile, and he thought he’ll never see anything prettier.

It took Felix a while into the conversation to warm up around her, and he was surprised how easy it was to talk, all of a sudden, about not particular interesting things either, and yet he saw the reason, knew why he would laugh out loud and get past his initial hesitation – she was insanely charismatic, was able to carry a conversation where he long would have let it die, would have buried his head into his phone again, scrolling away aimlessly without paying much attention to his surroundings. She didn’t let that happen, though, always a new question at the tip of her tongue, ones even that Arisu never expected her to ask, to show interest in any way. She wanted to hear about his hobbies, egging him on to tell her about the recent games he’s been playing, stuff he’s been watching, music he’s been into. He though – on multiple points during the convo – that she must have been bored already, but that moment never occurred, surprisingly. It wasn’t until the professor interrupted whatever topic any student was rambling on about that she eventually took her eyes off his, not without giving him a last smile before concentrating on the lesson up front, as though there never was any conversation between the two.

And while he expected to leave the room all by himself as per usual, making his way home after long hours he simply couldn’t wait to get done with, she was there again, her steps matching his, though hers were laced with more graze and elegance, almost.

“Are you catching the same bus as me?”, her voice sounded through Felix’s ears, causing his eyes to head her direction, locking eyes with her what felt like the millionth time this morning. That was more eye contact than he’s ever shared with you before, and he wasn’t sure himself how his nerves haven’t been the end of him yet, how he was still – if only barely – holding up.

“Uh, yeah. I guess I am.”

If Felix were on her place, he thought, he’d long get the feeling that he didn’t have any interest in her whatsoever. Why did his responses happen to be so short, sounding so lifeless? He had no problems showing his emotions – laughter, cracking jokes and teasing, getting angry – with his friends, yet with her he’s felt like a robot, as if someone turned off his bodily functions with just a click. So, he forced himself to a smile, to hopefully save yet another painfully awkward try to converse, he again couldn’t tell if the smile looked rather frightening, though. Yet the corners of her lips danced upwards, and Felix thought that he must have done something right, that perhaps he was warming up to her, when she’s still not given up on him.

And maybe Felix was right. In regard to warming up to her, and whenever he thought that she might maybe, just maybe, like him back, if only half as much as he did. Because the way home was nothing but enjoyable, the normally stuffy and uncomfortably crowded bus ride bearable for Felix this time around, when he got to talk and joke around with her for the time being, when they’ve exchanged looks he thought might mean something more, and when they stood talking in front of her doorstep for that much longer. The conversation never seemed to quiet down, always something new she was curious about, always something more Felix wanted to know about her. Before, after a while and suddenly, he asked the question which answer might nest in his brain now forever from the very moment she’s told him, from the very moment the subject of your chatting turned more serious that it was before.

“I guess I just grew sick of my friends.”, she said when Felix asked her sudden change in behavior to him.

“They feel so superficial, it just gets on my nerves lately. And you’ve always given me good vibes, to be honest, I’ve always thought of maybe talking to you more.”

The smile she gave him convinced Felix that she must be honest, that she meant the words she said, that her interest in him wasn’t based on pity or some joke she and her friends thought of. Because that’s what Felix friends would say, surely, when he’d tell them about today, when he’d open up about all the things they’ve talked about and how nice she was to him. How she didn’t accept his shyness and kept on talking until he was finally comfortable, how both of them shared laughs and giggles together when talking about silly things – his friends wouldn’t believe him.

So, when Felix started to make his own way home, not after exchanging last looks before he waited for her figure to disappear behind the door to her house, he knew he simply wouldn’t tell his friends about today, about how well you’ve hit it off, how he thought he might actually stand a chance, maybe. And he knew how stupid it was, that he wasn’t 16 anymore, but up until he found himself inside the safety of his own four walls, he couldn’t possibly stop the damned grin that was glued to his face, couldn’t get the smile to disappear, even after getting ready for bed and laying down in the dark, ready for sleep to overcome his body. But her face danced before his eyes, the way she’d laugh at him when he’s told an embarrassing story, how she’d get so passionate, suddenly, about certain subjects you touched upon, or how her face distorted into one of anger when you’ve chatted about uni and homework and professors and other students. But her last words, the ones she’s told him before saying goodbye, when she admitted of having wanted to talk to him for a while – Felix wouldn’t be able to explain the feeling in words even at gunpoint. And it almost scared him, how excited he was to finally fall into deep slumber, how he wanted to wake up to a next day for the one and only purpose to hopefully spending it with you again, to be talking and chatting with you again, about anything and nothing.

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It's taken Felix and her a week, a week of waiting for each other to catch busses, a week of chatting whenever passing by in hallways, a week of exchanging smiles and laughter, before they’d call each other a friend. For Felix, there was no doubt anymore, if she wasn’t crushing on him, she surely was interested enough to keep the boy as a friend, and he loved that simple idea so much that it was hard to believe that he’d possibly react decently, in case she ever revealed to like him after all. And there was a mix of feelings about that, for Felix, because while he all but wanted to get his hopes up for nothing, he couldn’t look past your antics, your behavior in certain moments. Moments that he sometimes wished held on for longer than they did, moments that gave him that bit of hope he feared to get caught up in. It was moments of subtle touching, or eye contact that felt too intense, too deep, for it to be purely platonic. Or moments when she’d ask questions he shied away to answer, questions that seemed almost too personal to be talked about in places like busses. Questions about his past relationships, about his type – his experience. And in moments like those – how could Felix possibly not read more into it, not get caught up in a tad of bitter hope?

He was nothing but adorable. She’d never expected to have found interest in the boy as he wasn’t the usual type she was aiming for – after they’ve first talked she noticed barely anything common, and yet, surprisingly, it didn’t throw her off. Whenever she’s wasted her time on dates that ended up wanting to solely get into her pants, she’d often tell her friends to call her mid dinner, to make up and excuse, to get her out of whatever meaningless conversation she was dying to trying to save. On those dates, meet ups, one-night stands, she couldn’t bear hearing strangers talk about something she herself didn’t necessarily enjoy. Not that she considered herself a closed off person, there was always a possibly common ground in her opinion, always to option to learn about one significant others interests and likes. Yet she simply never saw the worth in it, never felt to make that step and get involved.

Before she’s got to know Felix, that is. He was oh so different, in every way imaginable, from her, her friends, her usual and typical dating circle. He was a homebody, seemingly loving his game controllers more than most things, and she envied the few friends Felix had, which was something she wasn’t particularly used to but wished herself to have. She’s had childhood friends, similar to how Felix told her about his own ones, yet she long isn’t contact with any of them anymore. Her group of friends change every other class, no consistency of people in her life whatsoever, different to him, who’s kindergarten friendships were still going strong after years and years on end. Oh, how she envied him for it. But no matter the differences between the two; there wasn’t a blink of a moment where she felt possibly bored. He was interesting, in his own, different way, and she loved hearing about his persona, who he is, what he does. She wanted to know, simply for the sake of knowing, of getting closer, of bonding. It was unusual for her, and she wondered if Felix maybe felt the same, or if he ended up bored whenever talking to her. That’s how she felt, more often than not, and yet, she thought, it wasn’t like he’d distance himself from here – which meant there must be some interest after all.

And he was nice. She was surprised about how genuine the boy was, in his words and stories he told, in the way he smiled at her. Yes, he surely was awkward, clumsy even, but in a way, she thought, it’d only make him more endearing, more… loveable. And no, she wouldn’t go as far as mentioning love that early on, yet she knew she liked him, more than she’d like a casual friend, more even than the occasional crush she’d have. She truly found interest in him, wanted to get closer to him – on more levels than one. It didn’t need much brainpower for her to notice he must reciprocate those feelings, figuring he must have locked his eyes on her as well. That’s what she knew, hoped at last. She surely – by now – knew Felix well enough, though, to not raise expectations. Even if he liked her, she doubted he’d make any move, not even subtle. She wasn’t one to carry her heart on her sleeve, and she knew herself that confessing without being sure of one’s other feelings was nothing but hell on earth – so she didn’t blame him. Instead, she’d sit in class, talking and chatting with Felix, trying to get behind his interests, preferences, be it in food or activities or simple hobbies he had. Her intentions nothing more than to find a perfect place to hang out together, one that was far off from uni and people she knew, one that he’d hopefully like – to maybe, hopefully, be able to call it something like a first date.

“Hey, you have plans this weekend?”

The question wasn’t necessarily out of the norm, Felix thought, yet his mind seemed to stumble over with thoughts when the words left her lips, while the two made their way to class. He’s never met her outside of school, and her being the one to propose it first, to throw that idea out, just like that, as if Felix wouldn’t go crazy at the shear thought of it had his head feeling dizzy by any means. Was she aware of the effect she had on him? Or was that possibility so far off, the fact that he could even like her, because she purely saw him as a good friend after all? Or maybe it was both, maybe she knew very well what went on in his head at all times when he thought of her, but proceeded to pay no mind to it, because he was simply a classmate, nothing more to her. Felix oh so badly wanted to shove those thoughts to the back of his brain whenever they invaded him, yet he couldn’t possibly, not with how much more he grew to like her in the last couple of days, weeks now, almost, they’ve spent nearly every day together.

“Uh, no, I’m free this weekend. No plans. …why?”

He was unsure, insecure in the question he’s asked, almost as if scared. And maybe he was. Would meeting her outside of school turn him yet more awkward, would make him seem weird, more nervous? If she was to invite him over to her house – though, let’s be honest, she wouldn’t possibly do that – he’d surely everything but stay calm.

“Oh, I just thought we could meet up? Like, not in school for a change, I’m sick of seeing you only here.”, and she gave him a smile, one that Felix could only return with confused blinking. For him, seeing her in school felt secure, somewhat safe; in case the conversation went dry there was something to come back to, mutual classes, homework, professors. But Felix knew what she meant nonetheless, and he’d not turn down something that could possibly bring him closer to her.

“You said you liked the cinema, right? We could check out what movies they’re playing lately. If you… want to, that is.”, and another smile, though this time around it didn’t seem as confident, as collected as it usually did. And Felix was sure he heard her stumble over her words, hesitate, even if slightly – he sensed nervousness in her tone. Sure, emotional intelligence wasn’t his strength, and knowing what other people felt and thought was nothing but a myth to him at all times, even with friends and family, but he knew her enough by now that simply overlooking that feeling he had wasn’t quite possible. Or maybe he simply wanted to believe it, and hallucinated things that weren’t there.

“Uh, yeah…! Yeah, I do like movies, we could... yeah, we could go see one. On the weekend. If you want to.”

It was true, he liked movies. Loved them actually, especially when it came to watching them in the cinema. And while Felix remembered of telling her that fact, he was surprised that she didn’t forget. She still knew, proof that she listened, whenever he talked about things he thought didn’t sound exciting enough. And yet she knew, still, didn’t forget such a simple and vain detail about him. God, she’d drive him crazy, and she didn’t even do much, didn’t even know of it.

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The rest of the week – her and Felix made plans to meet up on Monday – felt excruciatingly long, like it’d last on for decades. Felix would wake up every day anew, wishing for it to be Saturday already, wishing to finally go and sit in that cinema with her, watch that movie with her, chat and laugh about it afterwards, maybe in a café, if she’d be up for it. And every day anew he felt like the sun simply didn’t want to set, didn’t want to end another day of waiting. Until Saturday came around, and Felix excitement suddenly left him right that day. Though, that wasn’t entirely true. Of course, he didn’t change his mind, quite surely still wanted to get to see her, to bond with her outside of the everyday, usual school talk. But it was hard for him to simply turn off his nerves, to look past the anxiety he’s felt simply thinking about sitting next to you for about two hours. Wouldn’t it be awkward? On the other hand, he’d sit behind you in class for hours as well, this really wasn’t any different. Or was it? After all, as he’d already noticed, uni was a secure place; he’d always have something to lead the conversation onto in moments of danger. But a cinema, filled with strangers, a movie playing while he sat with her in the dark – there wouldn’t be much talking in the first place, but it was the time before and after the movie that Felix feared. Which was mindless because you were friends after all. Only that he wanted to be more than that, and looking past this simple feeling wasn’t as easy as he’d like it to be.

So yes, when Felix saw her making her way towards him, with excited steps, her frame coming closer to the entrance Felix was waiting at, he knew his ears turned red that moment already. And for a good reason, too. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, better even than he was used to in school. She clearly took time to make herself look the way she did, surely made an effort on her appearance, but as ever so often, she pulled it off with a naturality that fascinated him in every way possible. And though Felix thought he too made an effort in looking nice, for once, which was so different to his character in the first place – seeing her took all that away. Looking at her now made him realize that the button up he decided to wear wasn’t ironed, had creases in it. Or that his skin probably looked too dry, as it often did, and he’s forgotten to do anything about it for tonight. Or that his lack of accessories surely made him look boring, that he’d could have thrown on a necklace at least, seeing how much jewellery was adorning her body. He felt so utterly stupid, so unprepared for something he’s had on his mind for days, and his only wish was to disappear right there and then, on the spot, before she could step any closer.

But he didn’t, obviously. He stood there while she walked up to him, hands in his pockets, swaying back and forth on his feet, looking frightened surely. Waiting for her to come closer, to smell the lack of perfume on him – he’s taken a shower beforehand, he wasn’t that careless, but he surely didn’t think of having to smell particularly nice – before she’d look him up and down with eyes of judgement. But she went in for a hug instead, after speaking a quick ‘hi’, and Felix didn’t see an ounce of discern in her face, a smile and warm eyes meeting his.

“I’m sorry, did you wait long? I have a habit of running late.”

The chuckle she left out made Felix heart flutter in the subtlest way possibly, and it was contagious, making him let out a fist of giggled laughter as well.

“No, I didn’t, I just reached too, don’t worry.”

There was a silence none of them seemed to be able to fill. Maybe the different scenery – the couples around them kissing and chatting, the nightly view of the city, the movie Felix was about to watch with her – maybe it ended up marking your moods with a certain shyness after all, flustered you. Though, he thought, with him it was clear. Of course he’d be a mess, of course he wouldn’t quite know how to keep the conversation going in case it died out – how could he, he barely managed this very thing in school. But; why was she quiet? Why did she, once again, similar to when she asked Felix out to the movies, show hints of nervousness? The way she stepped from one foot to the other, seemed to fiddle with her outfit, looking everywhere but him. Was she, perhaps, as out of it as him? Was that possible?

“You- you look really nice, by the way--“

An ice breaker. One that sounded embarrassing, but Felix managed to get it past his lips, managed to speak out his mind, for the first time not waiting for her to take the initiative. And it paid off; her face changed into one of pleasured surprise, her bright, tooth showing smile appearing against the softness of her features, and if Felix wasn’t already deep into the fascination of her, he surely was now.

She smiled, cocked her head at him. She looked like she was about to head towards the cinema without a comment, heels on the run already, before her mouth opened after all to return something

“Thanks. You don’t look bad yourself.”

And she looked mischievous, head still to the side as he held a glance in her eyes Arisu has never seen before. Yet it locked him in, in a way everything about her locked her in, at all times. Yet it made him feel different, another sort of nervous he was normally used from feeling around her. But before he could figure it out, could get behind what it was that rushed through his body, her eyes weren’t on him altogether anymore, pointed towards the cinema, urging him to get going, to finally go and see the movie, and just like that he’s lost her gaze, lost that feeling that overpowered him only mere seconds ago.

The movie was going fine. Felix would have been worried if not, after all his only job was to sit there and concentrate on the pictures and voices that played before him on the screen. He couldn’t though. Her presence right beside him took all his attention away, off the movie, and he hated it. Because what if she wanted to talk about it later on, what if she’d ask questions about it he wouldn’t be able to answer? She’d think he’s an idiot, would lose interest in meeting him outside of school, and they’d stay classmates. Though, that was likely all in his head after all. It somewhat killed Felix to not be able to talk to her, ironically, as scared as he was of screwing up chit chatting with her. And he couldn’t explain the reason if someone asked him, wasn’t quite sure what exactly made him this giddy in his seat, in the darkness of the room. He felt tense, for whatever reason, his body stiff without an explanation.

Until suddenly, his arm fell into a shudder. It was laying on the armrest Felix shared with her, the one that separated their seats. And he could feel her sudden touch on him, could feel her warm hand creeping up against his skin. Every inch she’s touched ignited into hot goosebumps, and Felix sat up in his seat even before their fingers soon intertwined when they reached each other. He didn’t back off, wouldn’t dare to, but it felt wrong, off, to not react; so he glanced at her. From the side, looked her face up and down – and she wasn’t giving into him. Her eyes were fixated on the movie, though Felix saw her nose painted red, even in the darkness of the room. He saw the film of sweat on her forehead, one that could only mean she was as nervous as him. After all – she was trying to hold hands, wasn’t she? It’d fit, the movie reached a part that Felix would call romantic. But he couldn’t possibly find an explanation for her antics; except, that he maybe was right after all, that his friends have been teasing him only to end up in the wrong – maybe she did like him, did want to get closer to him, in more ways than just a friendly one, one that was typical for classmates.

He looked at her, she knew. She felt his eyes on her face, knew he wanted to ask what this was, if she was alright, if she needed something. And yet, she thought, there wasn’t a moment he backed off. He’s had that chance, she’s made her way to lock her fingers with his longer ones slowly, excruciatingly so, and he not once as much as flinched, even. So, she must have been right in her predictions, must have observed him correctly. But God, what came into her? She wasn’t known to lose her cool, really, has never been one to shy off from anything or anyone. So why was it all so different with him, why did her brain keep short circuiting?

She wanted to give him a look, too. Wanted to see what sort of emotion laid there in his eyes, if fear and nervousness overplayed a sort of excitement she so badly wanted to see. They couldn’t really talk, otherwise she wouldn’t have asked him, as straight forward as possible, to not make things more secretive and embarrassing as they were in situations like those; when it came to the very first moves with crushes, the first days of a new relationship, the first everything with a new person. But, both her and Felix were supposed to stay quiet – so she gave his hand a squeeze, followed by her head turning into his direction, finally enough courage in her to follow through. His side profile was nothing but breath taking, and she saw his nose painted in red, even in the darkness of the room. And how adorable it was, she couldn’t help the smile that crept up on her. It was him, this time, who’s eyes simply wouldn’t find hers, though she was much braver in her actions, much more determined to not make this painfully weird the moment the movie was over, the moment they’d walk out that cinema, regretting to not have talked about whatever the hand holding thing was. So it took her another squeeze before Felix finally, after what felt like ages of simply and only hand holding, locked his eyes with hers. And for a second, as cheesy as they both know it was, time seemed to have stopped for just a singular moment, hearts skipping just a singular before going back to normal, though fastened now.

Both, Felix and her, would later on blame it on the mood of the cinema, of how the music rang in their ears, how the colors on screen made their faces appear in a light so pretty they’ve forgotten about the movie altogether, without paying much attention to it in the first place. None of them would say they fell for each other in that moment, maybe, but then again, none of them would be able to explain what lead them to lean in, similarly, at the same time, and oh so slowly both thought they’re lips would never meet. And though it took a while, though their nerves got the best of them and set them in a trance that nothing but slowed the process, their mouths connected, eventually, in a kiss Felix has never felt like this before. No, it wasn’t movie like, necessarily. Felix was surely clumsy in his movements, definitely revealed his lack of experience, but none of them paid mind. They’d only separate from each other to catch their breath, chests heaving in a chaos of nerves, while both were too shy to keep eye contact yet wanted nothing but see the other, see how they reacted to this moment, to what happened, to the first kiss they shared.

And against the noise of the movie that was rolling its never-ending story, it felt like, Felix could make out her voice, her breath hitting his skin in hot waves while she talked.

“You- you wanna get out of here?”

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Clothes were scattered on the floor, the wooden tiles hidden beneath shorts and skirts and panties. And there were sounds echoing, off the walls, one that would hopefully not wake any neighbours. And no, Felix has never, ever, done anything like this. He’d never even imagine hooking up with a girl right after kissing her for the first time, let alone when he was the one being a flushed and stuttering mess beside her, nervous to even look at her. So, what were the odds that he – sober, he might add – went for it, followed her through her apartment door, one that she rented by herself, and didn’t pull back when she kissed him, down his jaw and neck, when her hands started roaming across his body? When the first clothes fell, Felix nearly backed out. He was oh so nervous, scared to screw things up, scared to ruin it with his lack of experience. Sure, he’s had girlfriends, but only so much to say he definitely wasn’t confident in his skills. But she really didn’t seem to mind; not when she sighed softly against his lips, when his fingers danced on her skin, somewhat unsurely but with so much want that he made up for it. And definitely not with how her hips, slowly, so slowly he barely felt it, rolled against his, with the position they found themselves in, on the edge of the bed, Felix caught defeated as she nothing but straddled him, kept him in place. And he liked it, enjoyed how she didn’t mind leading whatever this would develop into.

“This okay?”

She was out of breath, clearly, and her eyes told him that she wanted this as much as him, though he found it hard to believe; after all his kisses were sloppy, breath hitching too often for his liking, and he sweated an unnormal amount. But her hands stayed at the metal of his belt, waiting for him to say the word, impatient to get both fully naked. It would be embarrassing when she’d slip the pants off him, he thought; seeing her in nothing but her underwear, matched in black which grazed her body so perfectly, caused Felix to nearly moan out at simply that – the little control he had left over his body surely disappeared at that sight. But he nodded nevertheless, sighed a small ‘yes’, in which he got a hum from her in return and his pants were gone in mere seconds. To his very own surprise he wasn’t scared, barely even nervous. The look she gave him and his body, the glance that played in her eyes when she caught the tent in his boxers, was nothing but addicting to the man, and he wanted her to look at him like this for all times coming.

Neck kisses. Another thing Felix couldn’t claim to having experienced, could never relate to when his friends desperately tried to cover hickeys, be it in school or because of parents, Felix simply never had to. Thinking about it now, his only game in the past years was never really intimate, there was never a lot of kissing or making out, as it was the case with her. he figured it was the lack of attraction and emotion to previous girls, and feeling the full thing right now – how her lips danced across the softness of his skin, skin so untouched and pure almost, that she couldn’t possibly not wanting to ruin the man. And how her hips never stopped grinding against his, subtly, though more urgent now that his pants were off, more impatient, he felt. And though Felix never thought he was the vocal kind in bed, he surely was whining and sighing away enough for him to grow embarrassed right this moment. Yes, feeling the full thing right now, with her, melting weak already without having came to the best part yet would always mark Felix in one way or another, this moment bound to be buried in his mind forever.

She was fully on top of him now. She was straddling him before already, yes, but this felt different. It felt overwhelming, as though someone cut off Felix airways, right in the middle, he thought. It was hard for him to breathe, hard for him to keep his eyes anywhere but her. She was topless now, completely, and Felix felt nothing but bad for staring – yet he couldn’t help it. Especially not when she looked like she wanted him to stare. She’s laid him down before she’s attacked his neck with more kisses, kisses that already went places which made Felix eyes roll back, places he never even imagined to feel as good as they did when in contact with fiery breath. And it all intensified when she took off his boxers, her panties, leaving them bare to the bone. Then she’s sat up, fully, looking down at him, arms reaching behind her to unclasp the restrains of her chest, and she’s looked at him so smugly, so knowingly that it took him all his willpower to not buck his hips up accidently from the sheer lust he felt. Was it embarrassing, how much he wanted her, how painfully hard he was beneath her?

She’s unclasped her bra eventually, letting it fall to the side of the bed almost comedically, just like you see it in movies, and while she giggled at her attempt to lighten the mood, Felix was nothing but a goner. And she realized, both the hungry look in his eyes as he stared at her like a premature teenage boy and the way his body tensed up, his dick twitching in his pants. And god was it adorable, how he couldn’t tear his eyes off, how his pupils widened when she – experimentally – let her hands wander around her own body, enjoying every bit of attention she was getting from him. She passed the mould of her chest, let her fingers dance around the shapes of her ribs and waist until she caressed hips and thighs, finally coming to the point where their bodies were connected. Not fully yet, not in the way they both wanted it so desperately. But it was too early for that, she wanted to make the boy struggle just slightly longer, make him a bit more of a mess than he was anyway already. So, her fingers crept up, ever so slowly, between her inner thighs, playfully squeezing and groping the flesh before her fingertips came in contact with her heat. And she watched as Felix inspected her every movement, how his face turned to one of pleasure without her touching him whatsoever. She kept going further, a bit, let her body move back, propping herself on Felix leg, to give him just that much of a better view. And her fingers deepened, disappeared inside her entirely, before she let out a sound so beautiful Felix never thought was possible. She was so addicting, so endearing in every way that he swore he’d be able to cum right on the spot, untouched. He kept watching her prop herself on top of him for what felt like hours, beautiful torture getting Felix impatient, his hands a mind of their own now as they started touching up on her. He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, even, his hands only sort of grabbing at her body, squeezing her every curve, but she seemed to enjoy it as much as he did, didn’t tell him off even when his hands snuck up her sides, soon caressing her breasts in a clumsy way that she’d almost chuckle out loud. But the feeling was too nice, his warm hands, ones that were bigger than her own and felt so different against her chest than she was used to it from herself, got her mind clouded, so much so that she couldn’t seem to care about the noises that slipped past her tongue, sounding so in sync with his own ones. She could only imagine how loud he be the moment he’d feel her around him, and a smirk danced around her lips at the simple thought of it.

Until she decided that it was enough, until her wetness started to slowly smear the insides of her thighs and his abdomen, until he’s felt so unbearably hard beneath her that her sympathy got the best of her.

“You ready.”, moaning the words, and Felix’d almost overhear them, so focused he was on her fingers plumping in and out of her, the lewd noises her pussy made making his chest tighten up. He looked up at her, and gave her a nod, maybe too quick, to enthusiastic, but he couldn’t get himself to care; he wanted her, in every sense of the word, in every way possible. So when she propped herself up a bit, hovering above him to allow him to slip inside – he felt like he’s entered heaven, the feeling so warm around him, so tight and deep he found himself lost. And it was embarrassing, surely, as so much about him tonight. After all he knew what it felt like to fuck someone, wasn’t unfamiliar with the feeling, so the extent to which his eyes rolled back and his back arched and his whimpers grew louder was everything but put together, his figure a pathetic mess, only worsening when her hips started moving, grinding against him like she did before, with the only difference now that he’s felt her as close as never before, felt her everywhere around him. And it felt so good, so unbelievably that he both had the urge to just finally cum, especially after all the teasing and touching she’s played off for him, yet he simply and solely never wanted this feeling to end, ever. She varied between the movements of her hips, seeing how Felix reacted to certain things, where he liked to be touched, how he liked to be kissed. She had him figured out quickly so that when she lightly started bouncing against him with her hands steadied on his chest, she relished in the desperate moans and pleads he didn’t try to hide. And she loved how his hands were so constantly on her, without a break, how he somehow didn’t forget to caress her too, her skin, her boobs she noticed he had a thing for, even grazing at her clit with unsure fingers; yet he knew, and tried. And that attentiveness he showed, that subtle care and understanding was enough for her to soon join in on his sounds, sounds so lewd the neighbours surely knew now, and she felt herself so much closer to the edge, so much closer to where she wanted to end up all the way she first kissed him, seemingly hours back. And he wasn’t too far back, either, admittedly, it became a struggle for him already to hold off his orgasm, not wanting to ruin the night too early. So, when she whispered a quiet ‘I’m close’, eyes shut, her sweaty hands on his sweatier chest, bouncing always continuing; he almost let go, almost gave up and let the wave of pleasure wash him over. But he didn’t waited out this much longer, felt his dick twitching inside of her this much more desperate before suddenly her walls clenched around furiously and different than before, and he couldn’t possibly control himself, nor keep his composure. He felt himself relax, felt himself cum inside her while her eyes fell to the back of her head, thrusting one last time against him, riding out their highs until both whined out in overstimulation. Later on, both would keep that night as a fond memory, scenes of cuddles and showers and second and third and fourth rounds playing in their head, smiling and giggling when thinking back about that day.

tagging: @etherealeeknow @linoskitty @unexceptional-h @rseanne @diue @es-kay-zee @urcracksisx @jeyelleohe @yunkiwii @meloohmel @nyrasneedy @seochhj @spidercomics @chans-starlight @angelwonie @lix-ables @hyvndee

#lee felix smut #lee felix imagines #lee felix scenarios #lee felix x reader #skz scenarios #skz smut #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut

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lesbianspeedy · 2 years ago

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can I hear about the mia and ollie similarities whenever you have time...

theyre blonde :( thats it :( okay but ACTUALLY LETS GET INTO IT

They're loud assholes to people who need to be yelled at, but theyre actually hella introverted.

Mia "i think fast i talk fast" Dearden will mouth off at villains and batman, and take the piss out of people she loves. BUT she wasn't exactly shown to have like a friend group at her school (she was shown to be popular. but we only see her specifically interact with one person), and was extremely nervous to join the titans, not because they intimidated her, but because she didnt really...want to be there. She'd rather be with people she knows. She spends most of her time practicing archery, even before she was speedy. The only time we ever saw her go out anywhere was on a date with Dodger. And I will be pretending for the sake of this post that all of this is bc of character stuff and not just bad writing!

Similarly, Ollie "goateed loudmouth" Queen thrives when he's alone, he prefers it, he rarely spends time with people outside of his family or close close friends. He'll rant and rave at leaguers and cops and capitalists and villains all day long, but he's at his happiest and most content when he's alone, and often when on the move too, this man cannot sit still he is like a fucking shark he will die if he is in the same place too long but thats unrelated to this post.

As is pretty much a requirement to be in the arrowfam. Neither of them are here to fight the big alien threats you take on while being in the league/titans. They're here to save the little guy and fuck up capitalists. They have both seen the worst of society on the very opposite ends of the spectrum, Ollie with the rich, Mia with those the rich forget or ignore. I don't think I really need to add an example of Ollie here considering thats like his main this if u know anything about him. But look heres mia thinking abt it in her first titans issue.

Now with coping mechanisms they're a lil different, Mia tends to isolate and stay in one place. Ollie will isolate but fuck off somewhere. Accidentally walk to canada. That sorta thing.

(pls ignore how terrifying bald ollie is)

They also both mask their emotions and deflect with humour when around other people, they don't want others to have to deal with their shit, they don't want to burden them (hence the isolation, this also often leads to them imploding in on themselves). Heres my most favourite example of their similarities ever (yes I will continue to post and talk about this specific thing every 3 weeks and no one can stop me) I do owe Hester my life for this

Now heres the best part. They both did this a lot right. And yknow what that led to? Learning and growing and being there for each other :] Now im going to be honest we dont really see this growth in vol 3 bc judd winick is incapable of writing character development but! Phil Hester is here for us once again with his story in the 80th special and this part specifically <3

Also once again a whole arrowfam thing- neither of them give two shits about their secret id lmao. I choose to believe Mia is so flippant about hers bc she so easily realised Ollie was GA that she just went like. Yeah sure I won't give a fuck either, it's clearly working for him.

oh and they both like musical theatre, hate batman and are homophobic**. sad. **not actually thats just an in joke in fandom

#mia dearden #oliver queen #ollie queen #long post #arrowfam #listen this isnt. worded the best #not very concise or articulate #but like u get it #u get it #pls get it #theres some more stuff but im not in my big brain mode rn so i cant word it right #anyways #green arrow #dc comics #them teehee #THE HOMOPHOBIC THING IS A JOKE DW

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angelplummie · 3 years ago

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i need more bully iwa please god

more NO ONE

BULLY IWA X FEM READER

masterlist

thank god you said that cuz i need to write more i was praying someone would ask for this omg, this became hella long even though i wrote it in like one day, i’m so obsessed with this man

if you haven’t read the first part, i suggest you read that first then come back to this, or else this won’t make a lot of sense. this is the third part two if u want to read more!

warnings: super toxic relationship/dynamics, boy got anger issues, super obsessive thoughts, obsessive behaviour, suggestive, kinda frantic in some parts???, dark content possibly??? idk proceed with caution, jealousy, possessive behaviour,

ok, picture this, you didn’t end up telling him the truth when he pulled you aside in the halls, and you just left him there more confused than ever.

You pretending like you’re not obsessed with him to protect yourself more is driving him NUTS like he’s being snapping at oikawa, yelling at teachers, and what makes matter worse, he starts picking on random nerds (no girls tho) so you really do think you’re replaceable.

he’s had more detentions in two weeks than most get in their lives, he’s literally going insane but every time he tries to get you to tell him why you’re being like this you just flounce away or pretend he’s not there.

he can’t believe he’s actually laying off because you want him to, but now, he realises it’s only fun if you want him to torment you, if you stop caring then there’s no use chasing you around.

That would make him desperate one, and he would never stoop so low (even though he really really wants to.)

life settles into this weird limbo, both of you longing for each other day in day out, but denying yourselves for the sake of pride. the only difference is iwa is a frantic anxious ball of rage, constantly on edge, and you’re a lifeless shell, robbed of the one person you thought have two shits about you. even if he showed it in the ugliest way, he was the only thing that gave you joy. With out him you were nothing to anyone.

you were nothing.

that is, until your walking past the gym after school. The afternoon was still and quiet, like the rest of your mundane purposeless life. Suddenly, a volley ball slams into the back of your head. You gasp and clutch the back of your head, but quickly straighten up, mostly unfazed. You turn around, eyes vacant, you’re not sure why but you were going to apologise to whoever it was. you spot a fourth of the volleyball teams beloved third years, Matuskawa Issei looking at you apologetically.

You scan the gym. He isn’t there.

“Jeez, i’m sorry about that,” he said as he jogged towards you, “you aren’t hurt are you?”

You peered up at him. He was tall, very tall. And skinny. Apart from that, he kinda looked like Iwaizumi if he did a lot of pot. You missed Iwaizumi.

“No, i’m good. It was just a shock.”

why did you add that?

You silently cursed yourself, embarrassed by your disregard of social hierarchy. You can’t share things with popular people until they show you you can.

he doesn’t care. he’s only asking because he would look heartless if he hit a girl and didn’t apologise. he knows you’re a freak, everyone does. he doesn’t care.

“Aren’t you Y/N?” he asked, holding the ball against his hips with one hand.

“Yeah.”

“I thought your short story was amazing.”

huh?

“what?”

“your short story? the one you entered for the Budding Writers competition a month ago? I saw it on the website, the honourable mentions bit. You should’ve won, I thought it was incredible. The ending gave me chills.”

what is going on?

“Oh, thank you. That’s kind of you...” your voice trails off.

“Not at all, the story was so vivid, i felt like i was there, yknow?”

You felt heat spread across your face, you were glad you didn’t have to respond as he continued.

“I entered too but...” he puffed out a breathe, rubbing the back of his neck, “i think i struggle with characterisation. they all sound like the same person. And it doesn’t help that my spellings so bad, the poor judge had to email me to ask what i meant when i wrote ‘aktooally’”

A small giggle left your mouth, and he looked down at you with a little smile on his face. He looked pleased he’d been able to make you laugh.

This was weird. Really weird. Like, really really really weird. Why was he being so nice? he must want something? But even then, his teammates are right in there, shouldn’t he be embarrassed for even talking to you? Hasn’t he heard? You’re a crazy girl obsessed with a popular kid, one of his best friends, a desperate slut that would do anything for a scrap of attention. that’s what the school knows you as, why isn’t he trying to back away from you?

He cleared his throat after a brief pause, eyes fixed on the dirt of the school yard.

“I better get back, i hope we can talk again.”

“Sure”, you squeaked as you watched him walk back to his friends.

you turned jerkily on your feet and continued on your way home.

this interaction continued to replay in your mind, all night, the whole time you got ready, the whole time you walked to school, the whole time in your morning periods.

When you sat down in the corner for lunch in the cafeteria, you were still thinking about it, until you heard the clatter of a tray across from you, and your eyes shot up.

Matuskawa Issei? Again?

“Hey, is anyone else sitting here?”

He knew no one was, you always ate alone, but you liked that he asked. Like he was fighting for your attention.

“Nope.”

You tried sounding nonchalant, but that was ruined immediately by the shake in your voice. He was so nice to you, you felt like if he’d let you, you would be his friend. He would never replace Iwaizumi, but you wanted someone to talk to so bad.

So he sat with you at lunch, ignoring the side looks he got and iwaizumis scorching glare, enjoying your company.

He watched from the other side of the hall, eyes twitching, jaw clenched, stabbing at food.

What the hell were you talking to him for? Somewhat more pressingly, what the hell was he talking to you for?

He thought it had worked, making you embarrass yourself. Although he disguised it as a way to show his power over you, the only real reason he really did all that shit was to make all the other boys leave you alone. He hated seeing anyone but him talking to you like you didn’t belong to anyone, like you didn’t already have a... man. you were unequivocally his, so why was his own friend talking to you. Not only was he talking to you, you were talking back, and... laughing.

Iwaizumi had never made you laugh, for obvious reason, but that didn’t mean his blood didn’t boil watching someone else do it. If anyone should decide if you laugh or not, it should surely be him.

So, that day at after practice, or after trying to hit the ball as hard as possible at Matsukawa, Iwaizumi pulled the middle blocker aside.

“You good?” Matsukawa panted, taking a swig from his water bottle.

“What the fuck are you doing talking to Y/N?”

Matsukawa paused before sighing.

“I wasn’t gonna bring it up, but don’t you think it’s time you leave her alone? Haven’t you done enough?”

Iwaizumiz brows furrowed, damn Oikawa, he promised he wouldn’t tell anyone.

“Oikawa told me everything you did, and I gotta say, your taking this tough kid thing too far. Can’t you see the poor kid ain’t right? She clearly-“

“Don’t act like you know her, you don’t know anything.”

Matsukawa scoffed.

“Oh and you do? Look, I don’t care if you hate her or wanna fuck her or what, but she could use a friend right now, so that’s what i’m doing.”

Iwaizumi ground his teeth together, fists clenched, he had never been more mad.

“And I don’t care about what you think she could use right now, you better stay clear. I’m not joking.”

“Oh yeah? or what?”

Iwaizumi nearly jumped on him, but coach was right there, and he couldn’t afford another detention.

He just scowled and stomped out the gym, not bothering to change.

Iwaizumi knew the bastard was lying, he knew he just wanted to get in your pants, he knew you were vulnerable and he thinks he could pull you.

It made him itch thinking about anyone getting close to you. Even if Matsukawa didn’t really mean to fuck you (even though he knew that was what it was) there’s no way he wouldn’t want you eventually. You were just so... ugh. If you weren’t such a weirdo, everyone would want you. Which is exactly why Iwaizumi made you a weirdo, but the truth would come out soon if this new ‘friendship’ continued. The only way to stop all this was by getting you back to his little obsessed devotee. He could convince you to ditch your new buddy, and he could have you all to himself again, everything would be back to normal. He just had to set aside his pride for a moment. It would be hard but he couldn’t be on edge like this forever, he swore he was going to end up killing somebody. Besides, if what he had in mind worked out, he would have you back, right where he wants you.

You longed for your former tormenter, but Matsukawa was making it easier. He sat with you again today, he was actually quite fun to talk to.

It wasn’t until you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, promising to be back soon, that he struck.

He waited for you to be done and stood outside the girls bathroom, heart pounding when he heard the dryer. He missed you so much, and he was gonna talk to you again. Even if he was constantly frustrated because of you and was particularly furious right now, he would still bask in being close to you.

“Hey there, whore,” he whispered as you exited the bathroom. You jumped at the sight of him, but your expression went blank after, and you turned away.

“What do you want?” you said coldly, avoiding his eyes. Your heart was thumping. It had been ages since he’d spoken to you.

“Don’t take that tone with me after you won’t even tell me why you’re mad. I could’ve fixed it by now if you weren’t so stubborn.” he sniffed.

Your ears perked up at this. He wanted to.. fix it?

when he saw you look at him from the corner of your eye he smirked. He knew it, he knew you still liked him.

From what he had gathered, he upset you somehow, but you didn’t stop liking him. This meant his plan would work perfectly.

“Come with me.”

He grabbed your wrist, and yanked you towards an empty classroom. You wriggled feebly but he only tightened his grip. That was ok though, you didn’t really want him to let go.

You didn’t know what this meant, but you think it meant something good.

He wanted to make it up to you.

Even if he had a really weird way of showing it, he had to care, at least a tiny bit, didn’t he?

The depression that had decimated your life for the past weeks lifted in an instant. There was hope again. You’d have to hear him out a bit more to be sure, but from what was happening, it seemed promising.

Once you got inside, he let go of you and closed the door behind you. Before you had time to ask him again what he wanted, you were slammed up against the wall by your shoulders, Iwaizumi towering over you.

“I don’t care if you’re angry at me, why the hell would you talk to Matsukawa?”

Your heart flutters.

He noticed? He’s been watching? He doesn’t want you talking to another man? This was too much, you were getting dizzy.

“I-I don’t know... I have no friends, so-so when he came and spoke to me, I couldn’t tell him to leave, it would’ve been rude.”

“Oh, but you can tell me to leave just fine? You’ve got a lot of nerve, you know that?” he drawls.

He really wasn’t all that mad at you, but it was still fun watch you stutter and squirm as you tried to defend yourself.

“It’s not like that Iwaizumi-!” you squeaked.

“Then what is it like?”

“He’s just nice to me... It’s not like I’m...”

You turn your face away. You don’t wanna admit it, because you’re not 100% sure he feels the same.

“Not like you’re what?” his words were harsh as ever, but his tone had somewhat softened.

“It’s not like I’m replacing you...” you whispered, barely audible.

His cock stirred in his trousers. You liked him so much, he could feel it, it made him so hard. He wanted to take you right there, but lunch would be over soon, and he couldn’t be seen with you.

He let out a bark of laughter, and one hand slid from your shoulder to the softness of your neck. You shivered as his thumb smoothed over the skin, it felt so nice, so loving.

“Of course you aren’t.”

He bent down, now eye level with your throat. He could feel your pulse going crazy, he basked in every second of it.

“Because you’re mine, right?”

He leant in, lips slightly parted. He looked up to see you watching him, and he nearly moaned at your expression. You looked so anxious, so helpless, it made him wild.

On the inside, you were euphoric.

I am his.

He wants me to be his.

I love him so much.

And he likes me too..

Agonisingly slow, his lips made contact with the side of your neck he wasn’t holding. He lazily grazed his tongue over the spot his mouth enclosed. The sensation made you quiver, it was all you could do to stop yourself from whining.

“I think you know that, I think I know that. But I don’t think Matsukawa knows that.”

His voice was low and sultry, his knee wedged between your legs. It was all you could do not to hump his thigh, but you didn’t want him to scold you right now, even if you knew he liked it really. You just wanted him to say more nice things.

Without warning, he began sucking furiously on the spot he had kissed, occasional wet sounds coming from his mouth.

You were so wet, you don’t think you’d ever been wetter. You’re lucky he was holding you against the wall still, your knees would have buckled for sure by now.

He bit down lightly on the flesh, making you yelp, before kissing this spot and pulling back. He smiled at the little mark he had left. it was an ugly purple, but it was him. He was on your skin now, and Matsukawa would surely know that. If anyone else noticed, they would just credit it to assume you faked it so you could say Iwaizumi did it. Cute.

“Do you think he’ll know who you belong to now?”

You couldn’t be any happier than your were right now, pussy pulsing between your thighs. You couldn’t hide the dreamy look in your eyes as you nodded, corners of your mouth in a little smile.

“Hmm. Well, if he tries speaking to you again, tell him to fuck off ok? I don’t want you speaking to him.”

“Yes Iwaizumi.”

“Don’t talk to any men that you don’t have to but me.”

“Yes Iwaizumi. I don’t care about them anyway.”

Perfect. You were perfect. His head felt fuzzy, he liked you so much, you were so perfect.

“Good girl,” he breathed, grip loosening on your shoulder.

You could’ve cried you were so happy, you wanted him to hold you and cuddle you. You wanted to marry him, you wanted to be together forever.

“You’ll quit with the silent treatment, won’t you?” he sighed, it was all fine and well now, but you could still be in a grump with him tomorrow, he couldn’t be sure.

“Yes Iwaizumi, I’m not mad anymore.”

How could you be?

He grunted and stepped back. The bell would ring any second, he had to leave before anyone saw him with you.

“I want you to bring me coffee tomorrow morning, and it better be fucking hot.”

so i can see you again soon.

You nodded, your eyes following him as he got closer to the door.

“Meet me at the bike sheds at 8:30, not a minute later.”

I don’t want to waste any time with you.

You nodded again, and he left the classroom without another word.

You sank to the floor, legs trembling.

You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

Thank you so much for reading!!! i love writing these so much u have no idea, bully content makes me feral, PLEASE request more bully stuff i’m literally begging you i can’t get enough. I really love this dynamic too (from a literary perspective not in an way where i actually condone it LMAO) so it very fun for me! as always, reblogs appreciated, and i hope u have a wonderful day!!

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i-love-ninjago-kai · 3 years ago

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Yes, hello, if you don't mind, do you have any non-popular Kai head-cannons to share please?

Hey! Sure, why not!

Let's see... It's hard to think of stuff that is particularly un-popular off the top of my head, but let's see what I can come up with.

Okay here's some rapid fire bullet point ones to play with

Kai is a pretty good cook? Zane is still the kind of the kitchen, but Kai, out of necessity, has some pretty well-practiced skills of his own.

Going off of that, Kai and Skylor frequently have dinner dates where they cook together.

Kai is the most skilled fighter, (Not the strongest, but the best in terms of hand-to-hand, weapons wise, it's pretty even. Also, that's not a good thing, mans is paranoid about his strength and trains a dangerous amount.)

Actually enjoys reading and learning, when he realizes that he actually has time to now that he's not the sole breadwinner.

His crazy hair is NATURAL!!!!! I have RECIEPTS OKAY! He is literally the picture of angsty anime protag with uncontrollable hair like you could do SO MUCH with that--

Very spacy handwriting. not necessarily bad handwriting, but you can tell he doesn't write for fun. (In case you are wondering, Nya's is terrible.)

Spends WAYYY less time on his phone after s6. He doesn't remember any of it, but he just feels something wrong, and decides he doesn't actually like that much attention.... Also I will die on the "Kai is an old man who HATES technology" hill.

MOMMY AND DADDY ISSUES BABY! (This will be fully explored in my fic that may come out one day)

I'm sorry but that angry bitter kid got into hella fights as a kid. He may have to take care of his littler sister and make all the money, but he's got a TON of bottled up aggression, and hoho those schoolboys who bully Nya are the perfect target!

Kais hair is surprisingly soft and fluffy

Here's a few ones that I decided to go into more detail on, read if you like!

Obvious one is that Kai is actually quite intelligent. I've talked about this countless times, so I won't repeat stuff like a broken record.

But, we do see countless times that Kai is one of the smartest characters in the show. Generally, I write it more in the instincts corner of intelligence, since that's the most we see in canon, but I don't think Kai is nearly as academically stunted as people often hc.

Like, yes, the kid had to raise his sister, so rationally that leaves very little room for his own personal education. But, we do also see in canon that Kai is an extremely fast learner (Literally learns to be a ninja in like a week).

It would be in Kai's best interest to at least make a small effort to keep up with his studies, to the best of his ability. Gotta know how to do math to pay the bills every month, yeah?

Kai also has a profound respect for history and tradition, which he has to have READ SOMEWHERE!

Anyway, tangent. Just because Kai is selfless and reckless doesn't equal dumb blah blah you've all heard this before.

More under the cut for the safety of mobile readers (praying emoji I'm on my desktop)

Hmmmm..... Another one would probably be that Kai is Lloyd's right-hand man. Yeah, I know, it's canon that Kai is the group's "Over-protective Big Brother" but I'm talking about like, Kai is Lloyd's first mate if they were pirates.

I will fully admit that Lloyd and Nya have a very similar bond, but, at least in my personal interpretation, their bond has a lot to do with the fact that they are the two youngest members of the team, so they can relate to each other.

But Kai and Lloyd directly parallel each other in a lot of ways that fit that partner dynamic a lot better. Kai is consistently the one who tells Lloyd when he is being stupid. Ah, not stupid exactly, but Kai tells him the hard truth, when most of his friends water it down.

Lloyd sees the best in people, even when they don't deserve it. Kai is the opposite. Kai isn't the motivational, awe-inspiring leader that Lloyd is, but he is the objective one.

He is what he has always been, the one who is there, the one who steps up when he needs to.

Kai has multiple quotes (and actions to back them up) along the lines of "Well I'm not going to wait for someone to call for help." He's not slow to act, or even the type to wait on a plan like Lloyd. He's the "The world is in grave danger, and we need to act now."

He balances Lloyd out in his utter urgency.

Idk, I could talk about it more but I don't want to babble so lets move on.

Hope this is what you were wanting!

#anonymous #ninjago #ninjago kai #kai ninjago #kai

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call-me-aesthetic · 4 years ago

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If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.

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hournites · 2 years ago

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would you consider ever writing a big bro little sister dynamic fic for Rick and Courtney? Like I feel you would make that fic hella interesting

I have! It’s called Uneven Bars — A no powers AU where Pat adopted Rick after his parents crashed — Courtney is a star gymnast and Pat marries Barbara when Courtney is middle school. I have several chapters written throughout the years so I’ve been stuck at their freshman year for a long time 😭 I really do want to go back to it soon. It would also be so interesting to write a drabble where Pat adopted Rick but he still never learned about his parents or the hourglass, so Courtney finding out her new brother is involved would be wild in a reimagined season 1.

Here’s a snippet of the next Uneven Bars chapter collecting dust in my drafts:

“So, we’re leaving for the cabin on Friday after Beth’s academic decathlon,” Courtney told her mom that Wednesday. She popped in two chocolate croissants in the toaster oven as Beth sat on her kitchen stool, helping Mrs. Whitmore measure out the portions for the dinner she was making.

Rick sat on the couch in the adjacent living room, fiddling with something on his phone.

Beth nods eagerly. She’s excited for the trip, they were going together with Yolanda Montez, a new friend they’ve made together at their lunch table after a scandal had exiled her from the popular clique at Blue Valley High.

Beth had never so much as biked to the town next over, much less gone on hours long road trip.

“Okay, sweetie, that sounds fun. Dad’s taking you, right?”

“What?” Courtney frowned, nearly burning her hand on the top of the toaster oven as she teased their snacks out. “No. He’s got that classic car convention. You said you were.”

Beth felt her stomach drop as she looked up at Courtney’s mom to see her dismay. “Court, Friday is my proposal for Project New America.”

“But—!”

“Oh honey, I’m sorry. The weeks flew by so fast, I knew something felt off on my calendar.”

“We were planning this forever!”

Beth shifted, uncomfortable when Courtney started to put up a fight.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Whitmore,” Beth told her. “We can reschedule.”

Crispy croissant crumbs flew out of Court’s mouth. “Beth, it’s not okay! Mom, you promised we could go! You said it was okay!”

Obviously Mrs. Whitmore couldn’t bring them, and while that was disappointing, Beth knew no amount of complaining about it to her would change her work schedule. Courtney, however, did not seem to see this the same way. Beth averted her gaze as Courtney got a bit more aggravated. Beth loved Court, but this parent-child type of conversation would have never flown in her home.

“Court, calm down,” Rick said suddenly. Beth startled, surprised to find him leaning his arm against the island counter right next to her. She kept her eyes on her lap instead of succumbing to the urge to look at him from the corner of her eye. “I’ll drive you girls if you want it so bad.”

“Really?!” Court asked, forgetting the chocolate croissants to tackle Rick, squeezing him tightly. “Oh my god. Oh my god, thank you, maybe you’re actually useful for something.”

“Yeah,” Rick let out an awkward chuckle, peeling Courtney off. “Not useless. Who knew.”

“Oh, but sweetheart it’s such a long drive,” Mrs. Whitmore worried. “You’d end up going all the way just to drive back, that will waste up your entire long weekend.”

“Uh,” he scratched his head. “Yeah, well whatever, it’s not like I had much going on anyway.”

“You should come too!” Beth said suddenly. She flushed, her heart doing a little number inside her chest. Her mouth kept going anyway. “To the cabin! We can all hang out! There’s a lake, and we can swim and...”

Rick looked at her. Beth couldn’t decipher if it were of fondness or that he found her completely odd. “Yeah, I’ve been to the cabin,” he reminded her, though not unkindly. “It’s been our holiday spot since I was eight.”

“Oh,” Beth said, wondering if the Whitmore-Dugans had a trap door to the basement underneath her stool. Maybe she could sneak herself out to calmly crawl away. At least, then, Courtney wouldn’t witness her best friend’s utter cognitive incoherency around her brother. “Duh. Right. I mean—It’s just a suggestion. Of course it would be totally lame for you to crash Courtney’s plans. I’m sure you have your own friends and uh, never mind.”

“I wouldn’t mind, actually. It’s been a while since we went. I’ll come.”

“Rick doesn’t have friends,” Court teased.

He glared at his step-sister.

Beth untangled her mental web of embarrassment, taking a deep breath before facing Rick again. “Really?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

Rick was going to come and stay with them at the cabin. Rick was going to come with them and sleep overnight at the cabin.

“Oh my gosh,” Beth said, going a little green at the realization.

Courtney, however, didn’t seem to notice Beth’s sudden freak out, tugging on Rick’s sleeve. “Oh my god, yes! You can finally meet Yolanda! You two would absolutely get along!”

“And maybe you can invite Mike along too!” Courtney’s mom suggested lightly, taking the tray of beef wellingtons Beth was helping her turn over to stick into the oven.

“No!” Rick and Courtney both cried out in unison. Then stared at each other, equally baffled at their ability to speak the same sentence at the same time.

Beth started giggling again, absolutely unable to help herself, watching the so-called grizzly bear of a brother break into an indulgent smile.

#stargirl #hn talks #ask #anon #uneven bars #hournite #brotp: hourstar #maybe i need to make that a real tag lol #hn fic

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messers-moony · 4 years ago

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Comics 2 | A.G

Paring: Aidan Gallagher X Fem!Reader

Summary: Aidan meets an unusually pretty girl at a library while trying to find a textbook for school

Warnings: Cursing

Years later, Aidan and Y/n were now twenty-five. All these years and Aidan hadn’t seen her since he gifted her the comic book when they were just twenty. All these years later and he still loved her.

He left a bookmark in there on purpose, one with his number, but yet, she never called. It made his mind wander. Why wasn’t she calling? Maybe she wasn’t fond of calling, but even then, she never texted either.

A certain feeling of defeat lingered in his heart. Maybe she didn’t like him like that. Her words were stuck in his mind; they lagged in his head like a broken record every time he was to fall asleep.

“ Y/n L/n. Remember it. “

Why was he to remember it? She was a comic book artist, for Christ's sake, not an upcoming actress. As far as he knew, there would never be a significance to her name. A new Netflix show was in the making, another one based on comic books.

Of course, Aidan got the call. The call was a producer begging him to audition for the leading role. He would be perfect for this role, swore the producer. Aidan was hesitant but did it anyway.

Aidan wasn’t the only one in the audition room, of course, but he was only here because of the pleading the producer did. He auditioned, and that was that. Within a week's notice, they would notify him.

On his way home, he stopped by a library, the very same library he met the girl at. Sighing, he walked to the comic book section and picked up the series of comics. There were five in the series, and he bought all of them.

He walked home with a backpack filled with his belongings and now new comic books. Walking into his apartment, he unzipped his bag and took out the first comic. The male ignored who wrote and illustrated it. It didn’t really matter. Did it?

The brunette read through the first comic and was hooked almost immediately. He read through them relatively quickly, and when he finished, he was agitated. The books were completed on a cliffhanger, only leading him to assume there had to be a sixth book soon.

Three days went by, and Aidan couldn’t help but reread the comic books for a more thorough analysis. The more he read, the more he saw how similar he and the main character was.

Everything down to the hair, the dimples, the smile, and the eyes were the exact same. The mannerisms being almost identical scared him. But he realized why the producer begged him for this role. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said Aidan was the perfect candidate for it.

He finished the series a second time and stared at the cover. That’s when he realized it and then began to scold himself for how dense he could possibly be.

“ Written and Illustrated by Y/n L/n “

We’re the words written across the top of the book. That’s why the main character was so similar to him, because the girl who wrote it knew who he was. She was observant, hella observant.

Within a week's notice, as promised, Aidan got a call saying he got the role and they would fly him to New York to begin filming. He’d be leaving in a month, probably the least amount of notice he’s been given before filming a show.

Nonetheless, the month went by faster than you could blink, and he was on a plane to New York. The set was much bigger than he imagined and made his way to the producers.

“ Aidan, you came! How wonderful! “ The producer from the phone exclaimed happily, “ My names Alex. I’m so ecstatic you came. “

Alex put his hand out to shake, which Aidan accepted politely, “ I assume you’ve read the comics by now? “ A familiar voice queried.

“ I have, actually. “ Aidan replied, turning around to be met with the dyed-haired female, “ I told you, remembering my name would come in handy. “ Y/n winked.

Aidan snickered, “ Why make your main character almost exactly like me? “ Aidan questioned, fully serious, “ Because Gallagher, you’re intriguing. You also seem to attract the best audience. Not to mention you always put on a show. “ Y/n said with prominent confidence.

The way his last name rolled off her tongue almost made him faint. He adored her and wanted her to be his. Now that she was here, he’d do anything in his power to make her his.

“ So you’re using me to make your show popular? “ The male joked, “ No, don’t take it the wrong way. I used you because you’re hardworking, and you put everything into your role. You, my love, are perfect for this role. “ Y/n responded, and Aidan’s cheeks flushed at the pet name.

“ Now, I must be going. However, I will see you on set tomorrow, I presume? “ She questioned with a soft smile, “ Yeah. Definitely. “ Aidan breathed as she left.

A hand was laid upon his shoulder, “ You are completely head over heels for her, huh? “ A male voice spoke in his ear, making him jump, “ Jesus Christ Robert, where did you come from? Why are you here? “ Aidan heaved as his hand was on his heart.

“ I’ve actually earned myself a role as well as Elliot Page. I’ve never seen you so entranced. “ Robert commented, “ She's been stuck in my head for years. “ Aidan murmured.

Robert had a face of curiosity, “ We met like five years ago at a library, and I talked to her for only two hours, but by then, she had me completely wrapped around her finger. “ Aidan explained, and Robert raised an eyebrow, “ She moved the next week, and I hadn’t seen her since. “

“ Well. Better make your move soon. I’ve seen guys eyeing her up all day. “ Robert replied as he walked off.

Months later, Y/n was right. Aidan was absolutely perfect for the role without even trying. Granted, the character was practically him, but he excelled in making the role his own.

Y/n and Aidan had gotten quite close throughout those months. They seemed pretty fond of each other. She was confident, intelligent, and caring. He was thoughtful, kind, and sweet. The pair made a loving match.

However, the girl's heart was guarded, she had been let down so many times, and she didn’t want to ruin the friendship she had acquired with the famous male. Aidan, in his free time, had been working on an EP. The title and main song on it was held close to his heart.

After a couple of dates and a lot of convincing, she gave in. Aidan Gallagher had now achieved the girl of his dreams, Y/n L/n. She was everything he wanted and so much more. He was captivated by her and made sure he showed the world.

Every chance he got, he posted her everywhere. His fans absolutely adored her, possibly even more than he did. Saturday lives his fans spent begging to see the admirable female when she wasn’t present. It honestly made Aidan quite jealous.

Regardless it made Aidan’s heart feel unbelievably full that both he and his fans loved her as much as he desired. Mornings were spent holding each other with subtle morning kisses. Nights were spent eating take-out and playing the original Mario kart after many arguments that it was better than the newer versions.

Filming was almost complete, and Aidan’s stay in New York was coming to a very prominent close. A day neither lover was looking forward to. His home was in Los Angeles, and hers was in New York. There was no changing that.

“ Do you really have to go? “ Questioned the teary-eyed female, “ Unfortunately. “ Aidan sighed.

They both stood in JFK Airport as close as they could before having to depart. Aidan’s hands held her tear-stained cheeks, and she moved stray strands of hair from his forehead.

“ I promise, I will come back for you. “ Aidan pledged to, and she sniffled, nodding, “ I’ll move in with you if you want. “

Y/n looked up slightly guilty, “ I don’t want to be the reason you leave your hometown. You grew up there. Your entire family is there. I would feel awful taking you away from them. “ She admitted, “ I would be living here willingly. Plus, there’s more opportunities acting-wise here, believe it or not. Hollywood isn’t all it’s made out to be. The United Nations is also home to New York. It’d be closer to everything. “ Aidan explained.

“ If- If that’s what you want, then I wouldn’t hesitate. “ Y/n smiled softly.

Aidan pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, “ Then this isn’t really goodbye, is it? “ Aidan’s whisper left a hot breath lingering on her lips, “ No, it isn’t. “ Y/n replied.

“ Stop your crying then. I hate seeing you cry. I will come back. “ He muttered softly, wiping her tears and kissing her forehead, “ I love you. “

“ I love you too. Be safe, please. Text me when you get on and when you land, okay? “ She requested, “ Always. “ Aidan simpered.

Gently he let her go and walked away with a tiny wave. Now there were only two things left to do. Pack up all of his stuff and play one last show in Los Angeles before leaving his home.

The male pack quickly when he arrived home, way too excited to live with his new partner. His show was scheduled for that night. Tonight he’d be playing his brand new song, the main song on his latest EP, the one he held close to his heart.

Nerves ran through his body like no tomorrow as he stepped up on stage. Screams were heard throughout the entire venue, making him smile brightly.

“ Hello everyone. “ Aidan greeted, getting screams in response, “ As you all may know, I will not be living in LA for much longer. New York seems more like home now than it’s ever seemed, so after this show, I’ll be getting on a plane to my new home. “

“ While I’ll play your favorite’s such as songs like Blue Neon and Fourth of July, there’s a new song at the end I’d love for your feedback on. I hold this song very close to my heart, and I hope you all will as well. So let’s get this started. “ Aidan informed with a gleeful smile present on his lips.

Aidan began strumming the guitar and singing the all too familiar lyrics. Applause was given in between each song, only encouraging his love for music as he continued to sing— his fans sung along with him giving Aidan a sense of love and commitment.

Finally, the last song was due to play, “ I call this last one, Comics. “

#aidan gallagher x reader #aidan gallagher #aidan gallagher imagine #Aidan Gallagher x y/n #Aidan Gallagher x you #five hargreeves #number five #number five x reader

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