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Parent-Teacher Conference—Toji Fushiguro-Zenin. +18 CONTENT MINORS DNI

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a singledad!Toji fic to fill my empty heart. i’m a slut for toji and i hope you guys are too. making this a 3 part series! please enjoyyyyyyy. 💜

content warnings: f!reader, AFAB, tiny kabedon, height difference, healthy age gap (6 years), trying my best to keep body descriptions to a minimum, hickeys, sex toys, marking, jealousy, slight possessiveness, oral (f!receiving), tiddie sucking <3, fingering, edging, public use of sex toy, pet names, and whatever else might had slipped my mind.

word count: 2.2k

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It’s been a busy 2 weeks with the PT conference being tomorrow. I have 0 time for myself. There’s two places I’m always at, either at school teaching my students or at home grading and preparing student reports. The end of the 10 weeks is always a mess. At least I teach High School, and my kids are so good they help me with the stuff.

There’s always a few students from each class that volunteer to help organize and store papers and that has helped me for sure. Like whenever Nobara, Yuuji and Megumi from my 10th grade class stay after school every Tuesday to help me out. They really are the best and I 100% could not survive without them. Talking about the kids, Megumi is really special. I’ve literally taught him since middle school, and it’s kind of funny because when I first started teaching him he would accidentally call me “mom” sometimes, his cute little face always made me smile. I remember when his mother passed away and I attended the service, it was the first time I saw his dad.

Toji Fushiguro, what a sight to remember. He was one of those people I knew I would never forget about. Year after year, conference after conference Toji and I’s friendship grew closer. Of course, always formal since he is my student’s dad. But there’s always a part of me that dreams of it being more than just that. The way he would slightly touch my hand with his fingers, acting as if nothing happened. Whenever he says “Hello” and puts his hand on my waist as he brings me in for a hug. I swear, one time that man was as hard as a rock and he just acted so normally. His tall, muscular build haunted me in my dreams.

Every single night, I would dream about him ravaging me in different positions. The way he would eat me out, fuck me senseless. I would imagine how he could roughly handle me and just how good he would feel inside of me, leaving me clenching around my fingers as I tried to satiate the need for his cock. However, every single morning I had to remind myself that it would never change. At least that’s what I always thought.

I decided to get up 1 hour earlier and get myself ready. Since today we had no class and I wasn't going to deal with any cooking, I wouldn’t have to wear my go-to chef uniform. Rummaging through my clothes, I decided to wear a simple emerald green and black pants suit, along with some 2 inch closed platforms. Also, I took the opportunity to wear some makeup and style my hair since I rarely got the chance to do so in school.

Once I arrived at the Jujutsu Technical School campus I quickly went up to finish setting up my lab to greet the parents and guardians of my students. For each parent student teacher conference I would have the kids make something for their families so they could snack as they picked up the grades for the quarter and discuss some details with me. They all decided to make some cake pops and they looked adorable. Some are movie themed, others by colors and even by aesthetics. Kids these days, am I right? When I finished everything I decided to sit patiently at my desk and wait for all of the parents to arrive.

Not to my surprise, Toji arrived first. I could sense his presence even with me being against the door. His sultry, silky and sinful voice decided to greet me. “Hey there Ms. _____. It’s been too long since our last encounter.” I turned my seat around to face him, getting startled as he was way closer than I anticipated. His hand went for my arm, sliding one finger over my bare hands. “Hi Sir, it’s a pleasure to see you get here so early. As you know, Gumi’s sweets are at the left corner of the table. You can grab the cake pops he made you and Sumi this time. He worked really hard on them.”

He looked at the table, walked up to it and got his and Tsumiki’s bag and returned to my desk. He shoved the sweets in his pocket and plopped his hands to either side of my desk. Trapping me in to smell his fresh, clean cologne. “I was thinking of doing some experiments. What do you think? Megumi tells me about everything you guys do in this class. And, it gets me thinking. Are you as fun in bed as you are in the classroom? I’m sorry Ms. ____ but I know I’m not the only one that feels this tension.”

He stopped for a second, eyed me up and down. Taking one of his hands and moving it to my chin as he lifted it up to continue his sermon. “I‘ve seen the way you look at me. How your thighs clench whenever I tease you. I’m not blind you know? And you’re not hiding it now either.” He took his eyes off of mine and dragged them across my body. I could feel his intense stare burning through the fabric. Starting a fire in my core that would soon become too hot to control.

“Sir, this isn’t right… Anyone can come up now and see us like this. I work here, I don’t want to risk that for whatever my body feels like. I can deal with it later. This is wrong.” I tried to believe the words that came out of my mouth. We both knew i was lying about it not being right. We were both adults, he was only a few years older than me since he had Megumi at 16. We were only 6 years apart, so it wasn’t inmoral. However, there was something about this being too good to be true. I just couldn’t wrap my head around how things were happening.

“Can we try something? Please? I swear if you say no I won’t bother you after this.” He opened his black suitcase that he always brought to store all the papers us teachers would bring to the parents. Once it was open, he pulled out a weirdly shaped pink toy. I’ve seen this before, it’s called a love sense. He saw the way my eyes lit up to the toy and asked. “I figure you’re familiar with this, right? I promise I’ll behave if you’re a good girl.”

I stood up and walked up to the door. Looking at the empty hallways since the pt conference was 30 minutes away. “Am i really about to do this…?” I whispered to myself as I closed my lab’s room and locked it. I went to Toji, sat on top of my desk and responded. “I’ll allow this… experiment. But you have to promise not to go too far. This is my job, and I’m not willing to lose it because I moaned while talking about bread.” He laughed at my remarks and sighed beautifully, standing between my legs and wrapping me in his arms. I could feel his cinnamony breath near my lips as he spoke. “Don’t worry darling, this thing is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. Consider this preparation for what comes next.”

Without saying more, he leaned in to kiss me almost as if he was afraid of ruining whatever it is that we had these past years. His hands diligently went under my satin shirt, taking it out of the pants to grope my tits. “They’re so soft, I could drown here.” He whispered in your ears as he lifted the shirt up completely to suck on them, leaving cute little markings all along them. “Just wait till you see my ass.” I playfully dared him, ruffling one of my hands through his soft, black hair as i left one of my hands on the desk for support. Throwing my head back as he sucked my nipples with such expertise. It really felt like he was french kissing me there.

“Oh, please don’t stop. This feels so good.” I whined at him as I started feeling new sensations, I had never before felt so sensitive on my breasts. Maybe because of my lack of sex partners. It had been such a bad experience with none of my other flings getting me to orgasm. So frustrating I ended up stopping all together. I could feel his grin across my nipple as he slowly popped it as he let it go. “Time to see that ass babe, can’t wait any longer.”

He flipped me skillfully, carefully pulling down my pants & lingerie that I wore that day. “All wet for me baby? So nice and plump; you keep wrapping me up in your little finger, huh?” He took one of his hands and teasingly slid it across my slit. I shuddered; his cold, big fingers clashing against my hot plump core. He started to play with my arousal, slipping it up and down. Occasionally grazing above my clit as to piss me off. “Toji, please. We have 15 minutes until the parents arrive. Just fuck me already.”

“Fuck you? Oh no baby girl, you’ve got it all wrong. You see…” He stopped talking for a second, and I groaned when I felt his mouth on my clit. Skillfully eating me out like he had 1,000 years of experience. “My plan isn’t to fuck you now.” He planted another kiss on my cunt, tongue skimming all through my folds. “We‘ll talk about that later. ‘Kay sweetheart?”. With that he stopped, removing himself from my needy core and slipped the toy inside of me, filling me up instantly as a moan slipped through my teeth.

“Remember, this is connected to my phone. You better act nice if you want me to be nice.” He grinned like a man-whore and I enjoyed every single of it. He licked my thighs to “clean-up after himself” and then wiped it dry with some tissue I had laying around. After that, he walked to the chair in the back and waited for the classroom/lab to fill up with more parents.

“Hello, thank you all for attending today’s PT Conference. I’m Ms. _____ and as you all probably know by now, I’m your kid’s Culinary Arts elective course teacher….” I roughly explained the next 2 big projects the kids had to make. And how the Culinary Arts elective course was partnering up with the Science program to form a “Food Science” exhibition for the upcoming science fair. It was all going good. Actually, too good. I would eye up Toji every now and then but he was never looking at me, just looking at his phone. Mysteriously the vibrator was off for all of my speech. I was kind of glad, I didn't want to trip on my words or embarrass myself. However, things started to take a turn when parents started to ask to see me after class.

When Mr. Nanami, Yuuji’s foster dad, asked to see me after class. That was the moment I felt the vibration instantly turn on. It was slow, steady motions that started to relieve the tension I had going on. I said my goodbyes to all the parents, and when my lab was almost empty, since Toji refused to leave, Mr. Nanami went up to me. “Hey Ms.____ I was wondering if i could ask you something about Yuuji’s grades. You see, he’s having some trouble with math and since I know this course involves a lot of that i was wondering if you would be willing to tutor him. I would be paying, of course. It could be over at our home or we could meet up at some place of your choosing.”

I gave him a tiny smile, he was always so observant over Yuuji. “Of course! We can work something out. He always works my math out easily, I imagine it’s because I try my best to break everything down before giving it to them. Thanks for your concern on Yuuji. He’s a bright kid, he’s in good hands.” I put my hand on top of his to give him security, and in that instant I felt how the vibrator just jumped in velocity. It was hard, inconsistent and just random and all over the place. I contained myself from yelping and decided to shift in my seat instead. When I looked over at Toji there he was, man-spreading in all of his glory swiping his phone in different directions as he looked intensely at how my hand rested in top of Nanami’s.

Nanami ended the conversation shortly, handing me his business card that contained his contact information so we could set up the meetings and left quickly, not forgetting to wave at Toji at the end of the room. Toji stood up, and waved him a tiny goodbye as he walked towards me. Long, slow steps making small clacks across the marbled floor. He looked at his phone once more and swiped up, leaving the vibrator at the highest speed as I tried to shush the moans that escaped my mouth. Eventually giving in as i sat in my comfy chair.

“I told you I would behave if you were a good girl. But you just had to make me jealous, didn’t you?”

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part 2, part 3

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zaebeecee · 3 months ago

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Drowning in Stardust

🦌 RadioDustTober: Short Story Edition 🕷️

Day 06: Comfort

Human high school/Persona AU (confused teenagers possibly dating, they haven’t figured that out yet)

CWs: Mourning, family loss

The anniversary of the death of Alastor’s mother is never easy, but he always gets through it, and he does it alone. Anthony understands, and he’s going to be there to be alone with him, whether Alastor likes that or not.

Word count: 909

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The first time Anthony knocked, it was soft and polite, three quick, gentle taps of knuckles on wood.

The second time, it was louder, more insistent, and delivered with the side of his fist rather than his knuckles.

He wasn’t sure if he could call the third time a knock, per se, because a knock was technically a single action that had an end. This was more an incessant, rhythmic tapping, one that started at a fast pace and stayed right there as Anthony continued to smack the door with the knuckles on the back of his hand.

His tried-and-true persuasion tactic (which he officially called Being Fucking Annoying On Purpose) paid off as he heard the dorm room door unlock, then creak open just enough for a single exhausted green eye to peer out at him in total silence.

“…hey, Alastor,” Anthony said, lowering his hand and adjusting his grip on the backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Anthony,” Alastor answered in a measured voice. “You… need something, I assume?”

“No, I just like knockin’ on doors and yours was available,” Anthony said dryly. “Coach Bee asked me to bring yer Home Ec assignment by, since you weren’t in class today. Can I come in?”

“…ah. Right. …of course.” Alastor stepped aside, opening the door further to allow Anthony to pass into his dorm room. It was dark, the way it usually was, but it felt more oppressive today. He turned as Alastor shut and locked his door again. “You can leave it on my desk.”

“Sure.” Anthony swung his backpack in front of himself and unzipped it, pulling out a sheet of paper and putting it on top of Alastor’s most recent stack of creepy library books. When he looked up again, he saw Alastor was still keeping his distance, leaning more heavily on his cane than he usually did. “Just wanted to come see how you were holdin’ up.”

Alastor narrowed his eyes slightly. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” Anthony shrugged a little. “…Charlie told me.”

At that, Alastor’s eyes widened, then his expression softened and he looked away. “…I see. I assume she only told you to get you to leave me alone today?”

“Yeah, probably, since I was threatenin’ to come up here and drag you out.” Anthony smiled as Alastor’s lip twitched, which was at least an improvement. “She said you probably wanted to be alone today.”

“She’s correct.”

“Can I be alone with you?”

Alastor stared at him. “…that kinda defeats the purpose of being alone, wouldn’t you say, sha?”

“No,” Anthony said. “I can be quiet.”

That earned him a scoff. “You most certainly can’t.”

“Sure I can, watch me. Come oooonnn,” he wheedled. “Please? I brought stuff. I got some sour candies and some of those weird Cajun chips you like for some reason, and they got Gonjiam back on streamin’ if you wanna watch that again and we ain’t gotta go to class in the mornin’.”

Alastor sighed, but he was very nearly smiling again, and Anthony could tell he wasn’t upset. “You’re so stubborn. Did you know that?”

Anthony grinned proudly. “Sure am.”

“…I’m going to regret giving in to your wiles so frequently, but fine. You can stay.”

“Yesss,” Anthony hissed, plopping down on Alastor’s bed. “I got somethin’ else, too. Only planned to tell you if you let me stay.”

Alastor watched as he reached into his bag again and pulled out a bottle of rye whiskey. “…you were going to hold out on me if I threw you out? How cruel. Where did you even get that?”

“Blitz. Don’t tell my brother, he wouldn’t hesitate to get me detention just ‘cause we’re related.”

Ten minutes later, they were both sitting on Alastor’s bed with their backs against the wall, Alastor wrapped in a big, fluffy pink blanket that had taken up most of the room in Anthony’s backpack. The candy bag sat open between their knees, and Anthony’s laptop was open on the bed, close enough that they could read the subtitles while Korean influencer ghost hunters ran around a haunted asylum and pissed off the already angry spirits. At some point, Alastor drifted until his head was on Anthony’s shoulder, and as though holding up his end of an unspoken agreement, Anthony didn’t mention it. He stayed there for the rest of the film, and even when Anthony felt his arm going numb, he didn’t move. He would have sooner cut his arm off than move out from under Alastor right then.

As the movie ended, Anthony closed the laptop with his foot so he didn’t have to sit up and dislodge Alastor. Immediately, both the darkness and the silence were complete, and he let the other boy (his boyfriend? Were they dating? Were they just friends? Was it something else? Not a good time to ask) figure out what it was he wanted to say.

“…I miss her,” Alastor finally said into the darkness, his voice soft.

“I know,” Anthony answered, unsure of what else he could say to that.

When Alastor exhaled, his breath shook, and Anthony leaned his cheek against the top of his head. He’s crying. He wasn’t about to call any attention to that, of course, but the fact that Alastor felt comfortable enough to do something like this around him, even if it was in total darkness…

“Anthony?”

“Yeah?”

“…I’m glad you annoyed me into opening my door.”

“Sure. Anythin’ for you, Al.”

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#my writing #drowning in stardust #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #radiodust #hazbin radiodust #writing prompt #writing challenge

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romancefranaticstay · 9 months ago

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.ೃ࿐How we met*ೃ༄

Husband!Han x wife!fem!reader

Category: fluff ❤,angst ☁︎ (technically their is some smut, maybe a tiny tiny bit, you won't even notice!)

Warnings: ♡ None ♡ (a tiny tiny tiny bit smut, but you won't notice)

You were happily married to your highschool sweetheart, Han Jisung. You had three beautifull children. Two boys and one girl, the boys were named Han Jr. and Sungie. The girl was named Scarlett-Soo, (you named her).

The two boys were already teenagers and the girl had just turned nine. One day you were in the kitchen, cooking some food. Your daughter came up to you and asked:

'엄마 (mama), how did you and 다다이즘 (dada) meet?'

You smiled , those precious moments, your teenage years were filled with Hannie, your precious husband, your entire world.

'I met your 다다이즘 (dada) a long time ago...'

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How you met is a very beautiful story. It was a beautiful day... in the 90s... a beautiful school day. This day, April 10, 1994, would change everything for you. Exactly 30 years ago you met the love of your life...

You were 14 at the time in 1994. You were a troublemaker, a real teenager.

You were in class, of course you were sitting very far away from your best friend. You could never be quiet and always burst into fits of laughter.

'Good morning students. Everyone, pick up your books on page 224. Today we're going to delve deeper into the literature of William Shakespeare.'

Here we go again, you thought. Suddenly the classroom door opened and you saw a boy standing there. Your eyes were immediately glued to him.

"I apologize for disturbing you, but I have a new student here for you."

He gave some documents to your teacher, he read them thoroughly.

“Han Jisung… welcome to this school. You can take a seat in the front row next to…”

his gaze suddenly turned cold “…I/N Y/N.”

he pointed in your direction. Of course you knew that your teacher never liked you, ever since day one, but that didn't bother you. You liked some challenges.

The boy named Han looked in your direction. His face radiated a kind of friendliness.

“Howdy neighbor, my name is Y/N.”

"Hey, my name is Han, Han Jisung."

'Cool.'

Such an innocent introduction grew into something much bigger, and you didn't even realize it at the time.

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The two of you were running from a teacher. Why actually? Han was a real joker and troublemaker just like you. You placed small needles on your teacher's chair, I don't have to explain the rest.

You were laughing as you ran. Everyone could hear an ego from your laughter. Of course you were the only ones who were so loud.

'Anyway.'

"Maybe we should use super glue..."

'Or duck tape...'

'Or rope...'

'We are brilliant.'

"That's because there are two of us."

'Better a duo than uno.'

“Wise words from Han Jisung.”

'Fantastic.'

you gave each other a high-five.

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“Hello Miss I/N.”

Han said to your mother.

'Ahh, hello Han. How's school? Didn't you play too many tricks?'

"No, not too much."

She laughed.

"You two sneaks go upstairs."

'Thank you, Madam.'

Your mother thought you were hilarious, of course if it went too far, she would stop it. But you were raised very well, with the idea of still showing respect.

The two of you went to your room. You had a boombox in your room with all kinds of CDs. Han turned on some music and you started dancing and singing together. You held hands and started spinning each other around.

Your parents heard you from downstairs.

"These two scoundrels." your mother laughed.

'Just like us.' your father added with a kiss.

Your father and mother loved each other dearly.

"Those two are going to end up together."

'Do you think?'

'I don't think, I know.'

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1997

'Hannie!'

you shouted whenever you saw him. You ran to him and brought him in for a cuddle.

'How are you doing?'

"You act like we haven't seen each other for years."

'Alright sir. Did anything special happen?'

His face lit up.

"Yes, I dared to ask a girl out!"

You were super happy for him.

'Real?! Finally, what's her name?'

“Her name is Jennie, she's in my English class. She has beautiful black hair and she's just so... I don't know how to explain it.'

'Aww, Hannie. Do you know what to do? Introduce her to our friend group!'

'Is that a good idea?'

'Sure!

' You were happy for him...

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After school, Han took Jennie to the skate park, where your group of friends always sat. She was very friendly and happy.

Your group of friends consisted of Lee Know, you, Han, Hanni and Jin. Everyone liked her except Hanni... because she was actually trying to set you up with Han.

You were all chatting with each other when suddenly Han gave Jennie a little kiss.

Something inside you broke. You thought maybe it was normal because you were a single pringle and always have been. Maybe it's just weird to see that.

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You tried to convince yourself for a month that this wasn't a crush. No, that's just not possible, this was Han. Han your best friend. Ordinary Han.

After a while you started dreaming about him too. Sometimes tears would well up in your eyes when you talked to Jennie. It wasn't until a week later that you realized... you were in love with him....

Of course the first person you told was Hanni, your best friend. It was immediate drama.

“Are you serious Y/N?! I've been trying to set you up for years, and only now have I stopped doing so.'

"How could I know that?"

"Because you know your feelings, right?" '

Yes I think..'

"Look, Han has a girlfriend now." "

Yes, I know, but every time I see them..."

tears came to your eyes.

"...I-I don't know why...but..."

Hanni hugged you.

'Shh, I get it, I get it, you compris je comprends. Look, if it's true love, fate will do you good.'

'Do you think?'

'I don't just think so, I definitely am'

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2000

You were now 19. And still Han didn't break up with his girlfriend, Jennie. You weren't angry about that, of course, but it was painful to see them kissing or hugging each other.

Of course if Han was happy, you were happy too, you always wished him happiness.

One day you thought, I'm nineteen, maybe I should try to get to know someone? Maybe that will help me? Maybe... You and Han drifted a little further apart, but not too far.

One day you met someone, his name was Changbin, you wanted to introduce him to the rest... You went to the skate park with him, after all these years it was still your meeting place.

'Hello everyone, I want to introduce someone to you. This is Changbin.”

Han looked up at him and you. At first he thought it was strange that you hadn't said anything about it, but that wasn't always the case.

Changbin's arm surrounded you, which bothered Han a bit, but he had a girlfriend, so... Everyone thought Changbin was fantastic. They thought he was hilarious and his laughter was contagious.

When he started laughing, everyone around him automatically laughed too, except Han...

Han didn't know what was wrong with him. Something stuck in his heart. He just couldn't bear it.

Eventually he also started to neglect his girlfriend a bit. They eventually broke up.

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2002

After two years, you and Changbin broke up. It wasn't a bad break up. You still remained friends. It was a bit difficult at first, but after two months you were back on your own two feet. You were at university at that time, so your studies were more important.

You and Han still hadn't shared your feelings with each other, even though everyone in your group of friends knew what was going on between you. It was just too hard. You were both too scared to lose your friendship. Of course you guys went on innocent dates sometimes, if you know what I mean.

In 2002 you also started your own career. You had a great passion for music, so you started your own band. It was called Xoxo. That band put you in the spotlight. It was a very popular band in the 2000s.

Your concept changed fashion. You were in that band with four other girls. Collette, Coraline, Violette and Diasy. You always just called them: Coll, Cori, Vicky and Dia. Han also came into the spotlight through his boy group Straykids. It was a strange year, 2002.

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2006

When you were 25, the girlgroup Xoxo disbanded. The girls still had fame, everyone went their own path. You went off to the path of acting.

You and Han had finally shared your feelings towards each other. After so many years, you finally dared to take each other's hands and start a new chapter in your lives. Of course you didn't get married right away. Even though you loved each other for 9 years.

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2009

You and Han got married in 2009. It was a beautiful wedding, very traditional. The wedding party was attended by his boy group Straykids, of course the former members of Xoxo and not forgetting your group of friends from your teenage years.

Your parents told all kinds of stories about the two of you, back when you were teenagers. The wedding night was the best night of your life. It was full of love and passion, the love and passion you shared for each other.

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2010

2010 was the birth of your first child, Han Jr. Han didn't leave your side during the birth. He held your hand the whole time.

You were proud of yourselves for being able to create something so wonderful. Such a beautiful little baby. Han thought it was so wonderful that tears rolled down his cheeks.

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2011

Your second baby boy was born, Sungie. The birth took 20 hours, not the birth itself, but to get to 10 centimeters. It was a hard time that day, but you did it. You could say Sungie was a very special baby boy, he had the perfect weight and perfect measurements, but every baby is special in his own way.

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2015

You and Han focused for a while on your careers and on your two baby boys. But one day, you accidently got pregnant. Not really 'accidently', but the pregnancy wasn't planned. When you two found out it was a girl, you were pretty excited. A little baby girl, Han's little princess.

The moment Han saw her, he couldn't get away from her. She was daddy's little princess, she still is and forever will be.

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2015-2024

Through the years you won many oscars and Han many grammy's. Straykids did eventually disband, but they were still very close. People always asked how you two always stayed this young. You could say that your kids kept you youthy, but you two always were very childish. Han didn't even change a bit, you didn't either. You love grew foreachother everyday. You two still acted a bit like horny teenagers when you two were home alone.

Han Jr. was alreaddy populair at school, you couldn't say you were suprised. He had the looks and the character from his dad, no wonder the girls twirl around him.

Sungie was a more shy-type, but that doesn't mean people liked him less. He had a very unique personality and he was a mix between you and Han. He had your eyes, Han's nose, your lips, Han's faceshape.

Scarlett-Soo was maybe daddy's girl, but she was the mini-verse of you. She was alreaddy a mischief at a young age, but you controlled it well.

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'And thats how we met Soo-Soo.'

'Wow, thats a longgg story 엄마.'

'Yeah thats love sweetty.'

'What are mine two favorite lady's talking about?' Han came inside of the kitchen.

' 엄마 told me how you two met, 다다이즘' (Mama,........ dada.)

Han came standing next to you, with his arm around your waist.

'Is that so?'

'예!' (Yes)

'Why won't you go play with your 형제, 좋아요?' (....,brothers, okay?)

'알았어, bye 엄마 아빠' (Okay,... mama and dada.)

Scarlett ran outside and started to look for her brothers.

'I hope you only told them the good stuff.' he smirked.

'With you theirs only the good stuff.' you grinned.

He brought your two lips together and kissed you softly. He bit playfully your underlip.

'Not when the kids are around,아기.' (..... darling.)

'When do their uncels come over?' he asked

'In a hour.'

'Hmmm, i will try to wait for a hour.'

'Hmm you better do baby.'

You heard your kids footsteps so you two started to talk about an other theme.

'The weather is great today, don't you think?' he said

'Oh yeah the weather, yeah its beautifull, don't you think?'

'Yeah, its beautifull.'

''알았어, Soo is annoying me again!' Sungie screamed.

'사실이 아니다!' (Not true!')

You picked her up and started rocking her.

'당신의 삼촌 , they come in less than a hour.' (Your uncels,....)

'Yay!' she moved excited.

You loved your family, you couldn't imagine your life without them. Everything was perfect, even tho sometime's there were arguments. But a marriage with no arguments, is no marriage.

'I will dress this little hamster up.'

'Okay baby.' he kissed your cheek.

'Ewww.' Han Jr. mummered.

'Love is love.' Han sang.

Love is indeed love.

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skyward-floored · 5 months ago

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in downfall iau, you said warriors and wild sometimes cross paths? what's that like?

Link = Wild, Cryonis = Warriors. They cross paths now and then after this, but it’s usually only a brief nod in the halls, if anything. They don’t get much time to socialize.

...

The day Link met Cryonis wasn’t exactly one of his proudest moments.

It was at some point in the middle of his training, early in his high-level classes. He didn’t remember the exact date, but it had been a couple of years before he was assigned to guard Flora, he remembered that.

And while the date didn’t stick in his head, the rest of the day’s events certainly did.

Link had caught a cold somewhere, an awful one that made his nose run and body ache. His instructor always pushed him hard, but today had been awful, Link’s head pounding, his limbs shaky. The mere idea of food had been nauseating, and he’d done every back-breaking exercise that was demanded of him with a hollow stomach that twisted when he so much as moved the wrong way.

His instructor had been less than impressed by the end of it, and given him an extra fifty laps to run. Normally Link would barely break a sweat at something like that, but today he nearly threw up as he finished.

He knew if he did it would only increase his punishment though, so he swallowed back the bile, and tried not to shake as his instructor finally, finally dismissed him.

Link stumbled away from the training area, thoughts only on dragging himself to his bed and passing out.

He would have too, if he hadn’t accidentally turned the wrong way in his dizziness, and then been unable to ignore his stomach any longer.

There wasn’t a bathroom down this hallway, but as luck would have it there was a janitor’s closet. Link stumbled inside the tight area, closed the door, then threw up into the nearest empty bucket.

“Whoa, easy there, kid.”

The voice startled him, but Link was too busy heaving to reply. It wasn’t until he finally finished that he shakily raised his head, and saw that there was another person in the closet with him.

His hair was blond like Link’s, though considerably shorter and a little more pale. His eyes were a sharp blue, and he had a blue and white outfit on, one that looked somewhat familiar... but Link’s brain wasn’t up to puzzling out where he’d seen it before.

All he knew was that he’d been caught somewhere he technically shouldn’t be in.

“S-Sorry,” he rasped, then stumbled back to open the door and leave. He’d barely moved before the man scooted forward and gently caught him by the arm though, concern in his red-rimmed eyes.

Huh, that’s weird...

“Hey, wait a second,” the man insisted, pushing him to sit down on an overturned bucket. “You look pretty shaky. Plus you were just puking your guts up, why don’t you catch your breath and sit for a minute?”

Link would have argued, but sitting down felt so good that the words fled from his mouth. He bobbed his head in small agreement, and focused on breathing steadily so he wouldn’t throw up again.

“Panic attack, or sickness?” the man asked after a few moments of nothing but Link’s shaky breathing.

Link held up two fingers, and the man nodded, looking just a hair more worried than before.

“I was afraid of that. I heard something was going around,” he said sympathetically. “Do you need a hand getting back to your room? Or maybe the clinic, if you’re going to keep losing your lunch like that.”

Link firmly shook his head. He didn’t need an escort or anything, that would only draw attention to them both.

And of course, the action of shaking his head made him dizzy, which set his stomach off again, and he lunged for the bucket. He threw up into it again, though nothing much came up this time as he heaved.

He stopped before long though, and realized the man had scooted closer to him of all things, and was watching him intently.

“Yeah... you’re definitely sick. I think I should take you to the clinic,” he said worriedly.

Link shook his head again (much more slowly this time), and managed to raise his head and look the man in the eye.

“You don’t want to go there,” he guessed, and Link nodded. “...That’s fair. I’m not really a fan either.”

Especially if doctors freak you out, Link thought with a shiver. He’d been put through too many exams to count over the years, tests to see if his super-speed held up in certain conditions, all kind of invasive checks of his physiology. He’d probably have to sit through another checkup if he went there now, and considering how he already felt close to crying, that would not be a good thing.

“You need some kind of help though,” the man said, standing up from his own overturned bucket and holding out his hand. “I’ll settle for a compromise— if you let me help you back to your room, I won’t drag you to the clinic. Deal?”

Link hesitated.

Sure this man had been kind up until now, but Link didn’t know him. And yeah, he was obviously a super, but Link had met plenty of his own kind willing to stab others in the back if it meant making things easier for themselves.

“I can get some medicine for you too,” the man said more quietly, drawing Link from his thoughts. “I know of a way to get some, no questions asked. So long as you let me help you back to your bed?”

Link exhaled, and nodded.

Why not? What did he really have to lose here? He might as well give this guy the benefit of the doubt. His head hurt too much to think of a different plan anyway.

Plus if it came down to it... Link could still run. It wouldn’t be fun or easy, but he could do it.

The man gave him a small smile, then extended his hand again, letting Link take it. The man’s hand was cold, but soothingly so, the temperature nice against Link’s own too-warm hand. He helped him stand up, and as Link’s head spun from the change in altitude, he suddenly recognized where he’d seen the man before.

“Cryonis,” he realized, then shrank back when he realized he’d spoken aloud.

“Yes, that’s me,” Cryonis replied, a faint smile on his lips. “I’ll forgive you for not recognizing me sooner since you’re under the weather, though I’ll admit it’s kind of refreshing not to be recognized. And before you ask, no, it wasn’t my idea to be put on those posters.”

The last sentence was said in a teasing tone, and Link smiled in spite of himself, rolling stomach and aching limbs forgotten for a moment. Maybe he’d be okay.

After setting the messy bucket over by some others that obviously needed to be cleaned, Cryonis pulled the closet door open, and gestured him out. Link followed him, and they walked down the hallway, moving much slower than Link was used to going.

They progressed mostly in silence, Link focusing on keeping his legs from faltering. Ever step made his head pound, and his stomach was rolling again, the taste from the last time he’d thrown up still in his mouth.

He swallowed. Nope. He wasn’t going to be sick again. He needed a distraction.

Link snuck a look over at Cryonis, noticing again how red his eyes looked, and overall how he just seemed... sad. Grieved, maybe?

Come to think of it... why had he been in that closet?

“Where’s your room?” Cryonis asked as they turned towards where the supers’ quarters were, and Link pointed down the hallway.

“Second barracks,” he said quietly.

“Really? You’re pretty young to be there, were you in the accelerated program?” he asked softly, and Link nodded. “Huh. Well we’ve got that in common. Of course things weren’t as bad when I was your age, but still...”

He trailed off and cleared his throat, looking away from Link.

Link thought he’d heard his voice crack a little, and he frowned, thinking again of how red Cryonis’s eyes looked. Should he ask what was wrong? It seemed like there was something bothering him, but... talking wasn’t exactly Link’s forte.

Luckily (or not) for Link, his stomach took that moment to heave, and he stumbled, leaning against the wall and trying desperately not to throw up again.

“Easy kid, breath slowly. Here, sit down for a second.”

Link felt cool hands push him carefully down to the floor, and he shakily breathed in, fighting against the nausea.

“Why... you doing this?” he whispered once he got his stomach under control again.

It didn’t really make any sense to him. Link had stumbled into a closet and thrown up, and the random man inside of it not only offered to walk him to his room, but he was actively trying to help him feel better and even offered to get him medicine.

...Why?

“I have the ability to help you. Why would I withhold that?” Cryonis said softly. “And I... don’t often get an opportunity to do that. Help people. And when I can, I can’t do much. Especially for other supers.”

Cold air seemed to accompany the last few words, fragile with grief, and Link didn’t know what to say in response.

“But I can help you,” Cryonis continued, clearing his throat. “And before you ask, no, you don’t need to repay me. Only payment I need is you getting better.”

Link smiled a little wobbly at the sentiment, something in his stomach that wasn’t nausea flipping around. Cryonis offered him a hand up again and held him steady when he swayed.

“C’mon. Let’s get you back to your room,” Cryonis said with a faint smile, and Link let him lead him back to where he slept, somehow managing to keep his stomach steady the rest of the way there.

Cryonis escorted him as far as he could— he didn’t sleep where Link did, and didn’t have clearance to go inside, but he promised he’d swing by with some medicine later. And Link gave him a small smile in return when he told him he’d see him later.

And it wasn’t until later, when Link was wrapped in a blanket, his stomach finally calm as he drifted off to sleep, that he realized something.

He’d never found out why Cryonis was in that closet in the first place.

#answers from the floor #anon #downfall iau #fic #tw throwing up #<- it’s not too intense but it is there #sickfic #writing from the floor #wild he was having a meltdown that was why he was hiding in the closet #put two and two together there buddy

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gnabnahc317cb97 · 2 months ago

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An Alternative

'The alternate ending to An Arrangement'

Hyunjin x female reader/Chan x female reader

Word count: 10.5k (look... I know.)

A/N: 18+ only! Sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry. Just sorry. Did I mention that I'm sorry? I had considered this kind of ending originally but decided to go with a Hyunjin happy ending since it was technically a Hyunjin fic. A couple people showed interest in how else things could have happened. This is that. I'm sorry! I posted the story in its entirety but if you've read An Arrangement and would just like to read the alternate ending I've marked where that starts. If you start there its about 5.2k words! As always MDNI 18+ONLY and warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ONLY: Strong language/cursing, fuck buddies, unprotected piv sex, oral (m&f receiving), overstimulation (a little), cum eating, semi-public sex, a little rough sex (a little spanking a little hair pulling), praise, pet names (good girl, baby girl etc.), cream pie, breeding kink. I believe that is everything but as I always mention if I missed something please let me know and I will add it to the warnings!

Hwang Hyunjin. The two of you ran in completely different crowds. You could not be more opposite if you tried. You knew that going into your little arrangement with him, yet still you couldn’t resist him. Who could? It was so cliché. You were on the dean’s list, wore preppy clothes, you were quiet, reserved, a good girl. He was the bad boy, or so he would try to appear. Combat boots, chains, and clad in black from head to toe, minus the bright red hair he’d recently started sporting. Your stuck-up parents would never approve of you dating such a boy let alone the things you were actually doing with him. Hyunjin had a way of getting you to do things you never thought you would do with anyone. He didn’t pressure you or guilt you into any of it. Never. No, he just had a way of bringing that side out in you and making everything he would suggest sound so… appealing.

The first time you saw him was on one of the rare occasions he had actually shown up to class. It was easy to spot him when he confidently walked in a little more than fashionably late with flaming red hair. He was absolutely beautiful and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. None of the girls could. He had been walking up the stairs by you to take a seat towards the back of the lecture hall when you had accidently knocked your pencils on the floor. You reached down to pick them up at the same time he did, his hand grazing one of yours. You glanced at him and he gave you a sly smile, one of his dimples popping out. As he placed your pencils back on your desk his other hand gently slid up your calf stopping at the back of your knee and squeezed. You blushed and bit your lip and Hyunjin winked at you before going to take a seat right behind you. You couldn’t focus the rest of the class that day.

The second time you ran into him you did just that. You were running to make it to one of your classes and Hyunjin was roaming campus halls instead of being in his class as usual. You rounded a corner and ran right into him full force. Of course, he was sturdier than you so while he stumbled you crashed to the floor.

“What the hell watch wh-” When he realized it was you, he stopped. You were on your ass rubbing the heels of your palms where you had tried to catch yourself but only ended up hurting yourself more. Hyunjin’s demeanor changed immediately.

“Oh shit hey sorry. Are you okay?” He was genuinely concerned as he reached down to help you up. When you got up you didn’t realize who you had run into, you were too busy trying to rub the soreness away from your ass, wincing. Hyunjin couldn’t help the way his mouth watered and his dick got a little hard watching you rub your palm flat against your full ass, your skirt bunching just a little, riding up showing more of your thighs. You smoothed your skirt back down and finally looked up to see who you had bumped into. When you did your mind went blank.

“Uh...” You just stared at Hyunjin speechless and he gave you that same smirk he had given you in class and took a step towards you. You backed up against the wall and one of Hyunjin’s arms came up, his hand resting on the wall by your head, partially caging you in. He leaned in close and your breathing hitched. His other hand rested on your waist before sliding down and gently gripping your ass cheek that you had just been rubbing, his thumb caressing it.

“I asked if you were okay?” You swallowed hard and shook your head as blush crept up your neck and face. He leaned in closer pressing his pouty lips against the shell of your ear.

“Good, wouldn’t want anything to happen to such a nice...” Hyunjin gripped your ass cheek harder, fingers dangerously close to gripping flesh and not fabric, making you gasp.

“Girl.” He nuzzled against your ear and then let go of your ass and walked away leaving you there absolutely breathless. You had a few of these interactions with Hyunjin. He was always very forward, borderline aggressive with his advances, light touches and gentle groping. You could tell under the façade he was trying to put up that he was really a nice guy. No matter how hard he tried to give off the bad boy vibe you saw through it. He had picked up your pencils for you, he had been genuine in his concern and helped you up when you fell, and he would never cross a certain line when he was flirtatious with you. Hyunjin wanted to tease you, push you. He could tell you wanted him, the way you would hold your breath and close your eyes in anticipation when he got closer. The way you leaned into his touches. The blown-out lust filled eyes you gave him every time he pushed your buttons and walked away. Hyunjin would only ever go that ninety percent just waiting for you to burst and take the other ten. Every time walking away leaving you more frustrated than the time before. One day when you were studying in the library for midterms you were walking up and down rows of shelves looking for a specific book and suddenly you were grabbed from behind and pulled into the back utility closet. You went to scream and a big hand clamped around your mouth as familiar pouty lips were pressed against your ear.

“No need to scream now it’s just me good girl.” Once you realized it was Hyunjin and relaxed he let go of you and you spun around. You slapped and hit him and yelled.

“You scared the shit out of me Hyunjin god!” He laughed at your outburst. You had never even spoke to him before let alone said his name. He grabbed your hands that swatted at him and pulled you close.

“Mmm I like the way my name sounds in your mouth good girl.” You had enough. You couldn’t take his teasing anymore. You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“I have a name. It’s Y/N, thank you very much and if you think you like your name in my mouth you have no idea how much you’re going to love your cock in there.” Okay you weren’t exactly sure where that boldness came from but he’d pushed your buttons long enough. Hyunjin looked at you and his jaw dropped. He thought he’d get you to break but he did not expect that. A mischievous smile spread across his face.

“Ooo dirty and here I thought you were a good girl. Or are you just all talk baby?” You smirked at him as you sunk to your knees. You unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and started pulling down his zipper. You licked your lips as you looked up at him.

“I’m a great girl by the way.” You pulled his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock. It was long and slender and pretty just like him. You wrapped your hand around the base and spit on it before taking him into your mouth.

“Fuuuck yes you are. God damn! The BEST girl!” Hyunjin thread his fingers into your hair and held onto the back of your head as you bobbed up and down on his dick. You sucked and swirled your tongue around him as you continued to take him further into your mouth. His other hand came up and he gripped your head on both sides as you hollowed your cheeks and he fucked into your mouth, making you gag before finally pulling you off. Hyunjin pulled you up from your knees and kissed you pulling you close, his hard cock pressing against you. Suddenly he dropped down to his knees in front of you. He pushed your hips up against the wall as he lifted your skirt. Hyunjin pulled your panties down holding them open so you could step out of them, he brought them up to his face and took in your scent before shoving them in his pants pocket.

“You won’t be needing these.” He hiked one of your legs over his shoulder grabbing a hold of your ass wasting no time burying his face in your wet cunt. The way his lips and tongue worked at your clit, sucking and slurping at you, it was exquisite. You grabbed a hold of his fiery red hair with both hands to balance yourself when he threw your other leg over his other shoulder, pressing you against the wall harder as he continued to eat you out as if his life depended on it.

“HYUN-” You bit on your fingers trying to keep quiet as Hyunjin hummed against your clit pushing you over the edge quickly with only his mouth. Your legs shook around his head as he kitten licked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He removed one leg at a time from his shoulders making sure you were steady before letting go and standing up. He pulled you close pressing you against him again and kissed you running his hands down your body and grabbing your ass. He quickly turned you around pressing you against the wall, pulling your hips out and kicking your legs apart. It made you drip with excitement the way he handled you so roughly. Hyunjin lifted your skirt over your ass again and gave it a smack before he leaned over you and lined himself up with your soaked entrance. He stopped before pushing into you.

“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me good girl.” You laid your head back against his shoulder and grabbed a handful of his hair as you pushed yourself onto his cock.

“God, I want you. Please Hyunjin I want you.” He groaned as he pushed and sunk further into you.

“FUCK so wet, so fucking tight!” Once Hyunjin was balls deep in you he started rocking his hips gently against your ass. It was totally different than the way he’d man handled you into position. It was almost tender the way he fucked you, his arms wrapped around your body, plump lips grazing your neck and shoulder with soft kisses. Barely pulling out before he buried his cock deep into you again. One of his hands traveled down and his fingers started teasing your clit, he felt you clench around him.

“Are you close good girl? Are you gonna give me another one? You have another one in you right come on good girl?” He pushed in even deeper and harder and you moaned out. He clamped his other hand over your mouth again and fucked you faster.

“This is a library you gotta be quiet while I wreck your pussy. Don’t break the rules, now be a good girl and cum for me.” He kept fucking you hard and fast as you pushed your ass back into him, skin slapping against skin as he pushed you to your peak again. You screamed into his hand as your cunt coated his cock in your juice. After your pussy stopped throbbing around his cock Hyunjin removed his hand from your mouth. He bent you over more, grabbed your hips with both hands and continued to pound into your dripping pussy.

“Fuck Hyunjin, don’t cum inside me. I have class in fifteen minutes...” He gave you two more hard deep thrusts and pulled himself out spinning you back to face him. He kissed you hard, it took what little breath you had away.

“On your knees good girl, open up.” You knelt down and opened your mouth sticking out your tongue as he pressed his tip against your tongue and stroked his cock. The first warm spurt of his cum on your tongue surprised you a little but Hyunjin aimed carefully squeezing every bit of his load out and into your mouth, making sure to not make a mess so you could get to your class on time. He ran his hand through your hair.

“Be a good girl and swallow what I gave you.” You swallowed Hyunjin’s cum just like he told you and then grabbed his cock and sucked on the head to get any trace of his seed left. He shook and twitched from the overstimulation.

“FUCKfuckfuck...” He pulled away quickly and you looked up at him smiling very content with yourself. You stood up and this time you pulled him in for a kiss as he tried to get post nut clarity. You fixed your skirt as he stood there trying to wrap his mind around what just happened.

“Fuck, I have got to say good girl I was NOT expecting that!” You smiled and gently stroked your fingertips along Hyunjin’s sensitive body making him erupt in goosebumps before pecking his lips.

“I told you it’s Y/N and now that you know what to expect we should do this again some time.” You blew him a kiss and winked as you opened the door and left to find the nearest bathroom and get cleaned up before your class, leaving Hyunjin standing in the utility closet with his pants and underwear around his ankles. He pulled them up fastening them and his belt, grabbing your panties out of his pocket and putting them up to his face again breathing you in.

“Oh Y/N that will definitely be happening again.” Hyunjin laughed to himself breathless. That was how your arrangement with him started. At first you would meet up in empty class rooms, closets, any little hide away you could find and fuck, that’s it. No conversation, no how was your day, just raw lust. Fuck, cum, go your separate ways like you didn’t even know each other. It had been going on for a couple of weeks when you finally fessed up to your best friend Chan about it. He was getting suspicious of your absences between classes when normally you’d be meeting him for lunch or study sessions and he was less than enthusiastic when you told him the reason why you had been absent.

“That guy is a dick, you should steer clear of him baby girl he’ll just end up hurting you.” You rolled your eyes at your friend and pinched his cheek playfully.

“Thank you for worrying about me Channie but he’s not as bad as he tries to act and anyway it’s just sex.” He gave in and dropped the subject but he still thought it was a bad idea. It always starts as just sex and then... He did make a point to corner Hyunjin alone after he found out so he could let him know what would happen if he did hurt you. Hyunjin didn’t take the threat very seriously but Chan wanted it to be known regardless. After you almost got caught a few times fucking in class rooms you and Hyunjin started sneaking into each other’s dorms. When that happened things started evolving little by little. Sometimes you guys would order pizza and watch a movie before you fucked. Sometimes Hyunjin would hold you after in bed and you would talk about little things, silly likes and dislikes or funny things that happened during your days. Sometimes Hyunjin would run his fingers through your hair instead of pulling it and placed sweet kisses when before he would have bitten and sometimes you fell asleep in his arms after and he watched you sleep and whispered things to you he wouldn’t dare say when you were awake. It all transitioned so gradually neither of you realized you were already fucked.

That’s the way things were between you now. Just the night before Hyunjin had snuck into your dorm and the two of you had ordered in dinner, laughed, and ravaged each other half the night before crashing, your limbs tangled together. That’s what you were thinking about as you walked the halls of the university building. You were in on the way to your next class but all you could think of was lips and teeth, tongues, and hands, roaming, exploring, tasting. You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard a group of guys around the next corner being louder than necessary. Then you heard a familiar voice. Hyunjin. It wasn’t surprising that he was skipping a class to cause chaos with his friends. You were just going to keep walking and you would ignore each other like you always did in public but you stopped in your tracks when you heard one of the other guys bring up your name.

“Y/N man? I don’t know why you hang out with that stuck up bitch all the time Hwang.” You were surprised his friends knew you spent time together at all.

“She’s not that bad man…” You smiled. So, Hyunjin had not only told his friends about you but was actually defending you too?

“Oh what is it Hwang? Does she have you by the balls? Never thought I’d see the day a bitch could get your nuts in a jar.” You heard Hyunjin scoff.

“She’s not a bitch...” Your heart swelled hearing him stick up for you again.

“She’s a good girl...”

“and good girls do the nastiest things.” And then your heart shattered.

“Every time she blows me it's like she’s trying to suck my soul out of my dick.” All of the guys laughed. You could feel your face getting red and tears prick your eyes as he continued.

“And the way she sticks out her tongue and opens up wide for my load just like I tell her to. Ugh. She swallows it every time! So eager! She annoys the hell out of me most of the time so if I’m spending time with her, it's because my dick is about to be inside her.” You couldn’t believe he would tell them the things you did together, that he would talk about you like that. You didn’t want to hear another word. You walked around the corner just as Hyunjin was about to speak again and his eyes locked with yours. The look on his face went blank, like a deer in headlights. When the rest of the guys turned to see what Hyunjin was looking at and saw you standing there they started snickering and tears started streaking your face.

“I didn’t realize I was annoying you; I won’t bother you anymore.” Your voice came out in a quiver. You could hear the burst of laughter coming from his friends as you turned to walk away, then running, not wanting to give Hyunjin the satisfaction of seeing you cry because of him.

“Don’t think she’ll be so eager to swallow anymore of those loads now Hwang!” One of the guys slapped Hyunjin on the back still laughing. Hyunjin shoved him away.

“Shut the fuck up shit head no one’s lining up to suck your dick either.” The guys laughed and Hyunjin took off the opposite direction pulling out his phone and immediately trying to call you. You knew you weren’t together; it was just an arrangement between you, you knew that. You didn’t even speak to each other outside of your meet ups. You didn’t want to taint his ‘bad boy’ image by approaching him in public and he certainly wasn’t going to risk anyone seeing him talking to a goodie two shoes like you. You knew. You knew he wasn’t your boyfriend but you didn’t think he was just using you either. You quickly ducked into a hidden alley nearby just wanting to be alone. You huddled down hugging your knees and cried. Your phone rang and dinged with calls and text notifications that went ignored. When you finally stopped crying and sat up it felt like a lot of time had passed in that alley but it had only been about twenty minutes. You looked at the missed calls and texts on your phone as it started to get dark outside.

You rolled your eyes, closed the text thread with Hyunjin and opened Chan’s texts that also had multiple notifications.

Missing that’s rich you thought to yourself.

You text back Chan first. He had been right about Hyunjin all along and he was worried and you just wanted him to come get you.

You opened your text thread with Hyunjin again and sent him the last words you ever wanted to say to him.

You put your phone away and huddled back down, resting your head on your knees again, and waited for Chan to show up. About ten minutes later when you finally heard footsteps approaching in the alley you stood up assuming Chan was there to collect you but when you looked up you were met with Hyunjin’s bright red hair practically glowing in the dark.

“Oh, fuck thank god!” He breathed out a sigh of relief having found you still not knowing Chan already had. You tensed up and backed away as he came towards you and he stopped. When he took another step, you put your hands up and he stopped again.

“Don’t.” You wanted your voice to sound firm but it was the furthest from that possible. Unsurprisingly he didn’t listen and came closer. You couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t stand him being near you after what you heard him say about you. You screamed at him and he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Get the fuck away from me Hyunjin! I mean it! I mean it! Stay the fuck away from me!” You were shouting and crying when Chan came running up the alley pushing past Hyunjin to you.

“What the fuck did you do?!” Chan spit his words at Hyunjin as you clung to him and he attempted to calm you down. Hyunjin was speechless. What HAD he done? Chan shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, just go Hwang. I’ve got her.” Hyunjin wanted to argue. Wanted to tell Chan to fuck off and take you in his arms. Tell you he was an idiot for saying that stuff. He wanted to tell you all the things he whispered to you in your sleep but he was frozen in his spot. Chan guided you past him back down the alley towards his car. Hyunjin continued standing there, his heart wretched and it was his own stupid fault. Because being tough and heartless was supposed to be easier. Right? Hyunjin pulled and then ran his hands through his hair yelling at himself.

“FUCK!” Once Chan had you in the car he got in the driver’s seat and took off, tires chirping as he sped away.

“Okay Y/N what the fuck happened?” You turned away from him and looked out the window.

“You were right Chan, okay? You were right. He’s an asshole. Is that what you want to hear?” You sniffled and Chan sighed.

“Of course that’s not what I want Y/N. What did he do?” You shook your head trying to fight back more tears.

“He told...” You choked on your words and took a deep breath.

“He told his friends things... that we... that I did... with him and made fun of me with them. Said I was annoying and he only spent time with me to fuck me.” You sobbed and Chan let out a breath like he had just been punched in the gut. His ears went red as he fought the rage building inside him.

“That piece of fucking shit. I warned him.” His words came out through gritted teeth.

“I didn’t expect him to fall in love with me or anything but I thought he was at least a nice guy you know? That he would... I don’t know. I don’t know what I expected Chan. I’m so stupid.” Chan shook his head.

“No. You’re not baby girl.” You looked over at Chan with big tears in your eyes and he glanced away from the road for a second giving you a tight smile. He put his hand on your knee and gave you a reassuring squeeze before putting both hands on the wheel and focusing on the road again. Chan didn’t want to be right at all and after you and Hyunjin’s thing had been going on as long as it had Chan started to think maybe Hyunjin wasn’t as bad as he had thought at first and maybe he did actually have feelings for you. Now he knew better, knew he should have trusted his gut. When Chan pulled up in front of your dorm he parked, got out, opened your door, and walked you to the front of your building.

“Okay baby girl, I’ll be back.” He kissed you on your cheek and went to leave. You turned to him surprised.

“Wait aren’t you coming up? I don’t want to be alone right now Chris.” Chan turned back and smiled at you. He tucked some stray hair behind your ear.

“I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna go grab us something to eat.” He kissed your forehead and left and you went into your dorm. Chan was absolutely definitely going to get food. Right after he went and found Hyunjin again. Considering it was any night of the week on a collage campus he had a good idea where to find him. Chan pulled up to tonight’s frat party. He walked into the house weaving through the sea of people looking for the tell-tale red hair that would indicate that he’d found his target. When he went out into the backyard he finally spotted him. Hyunjin was standing with a few of his friends, red solo cup in hand. Chan charged Hyunjin and shoved him.

“What the FUCK is your problem?!” Chan shouted at him. Hyunjin stumbled and fell on his ass dropping his drink. Before he could say or do anything his friends grabbed Chan and hit him. It took a couple punches before Chan went down and then they started to kick him. Hyunjin got up and ran over to the group of guys pulling at them.

“STOP! STOP! It’s enough! Leave it and let him up!” The guys all stopped and stepped back behind Hyunjin. Chan stood up wincing and grabbed his side trying to take deep breaths. He looked at Hyunjin and spat a mouth full of blood on the ground in front of him.

“She didn’t deserve that and you know it. Just what the fuck is wrong with you?” Hyunjin didn’t know what to say. Chan shook his head and went to leave, walking around the side of the house. Hyunjin stood there for a minute and then ran after him.

“Is she okay?” He shouted after Chan. Chan stopped and closed his eyes in absolute disbelief.

“Is she okay? NO! Hyunjin she’s not o-fucking-kay! Just... stay the fuck away from her Hwang. I mean it.” Chan turned and left to get you the food he’d promised he was bringing back, trying to figure out how he was going to explain how he got beat up in the process. When you heard knocking at your door you knew Chan was back with dinner. You opened it and you were shocked to see the state he was in. He was covered in grass stains and scrapes with a fat lip and what looked like the start of a black eye.

“Christopher Jesus what happened?!” Chan shook his head and lifted the food ignoring your question.

“I hope beef with broccoli and egg rolls are okay.” He walked in, more like limped in, and set the food down before sitting down himself with a grunt.

“Christopher Bang, I don’t give a shit about egg rolls tell me what the fuck happened right now.” Chan looked at you and considered lying for one second. But Chan was a terrible liar so he abandoned the idea as quickly as it came and opted to bite the bullet and tell you the truth.

“Okay before you get mad just remember that I’m very protective of the people I care about and you know that.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Christo-” Chan interrupted you.

“Okay okay! I went to give Hyunjin a piece of my mind and perhaps things got a little physical.” You tilted Chan’s head inspecting his injuries.

“Hyunjin did this to you!?” You asked shocked and Chan quickly shook his head.

“No no, his buddies did. I shoved Hyunjin down and his friends all swarmed me.” You walked over to your freezer, grabbed an ice pack and walked back over putting it against Chan’s face and hugged him pulling his head against your stomach. He winced a little.

“Chan you shouldn’t have done that.” He nodded, his head pressed against your belly and he wrapped his arms around your waist. He knew it was stupid the moment his hands made contact with Hyunjin’s chest and he shoved him but he was so angry he couldn’t stop himself.

“I know I’m sorry Y/N.” You shook your head and went to grab the first aid kit in your bathroom.

“It’s okay Channie, I appreciate you sticking up for me and trying to defend my honor.” You gave him a sad smile and started cleaning up his scrapes.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll eat.” As you concentrated on Chan’s injuries, he watched your face trying to figure out if you were going to be alright or not. Usually, he was good at reading you but he honestly couldn’t tell so he just asked.

**Alternate ending starts here**

“Y/N... are you gonna be okay?” You looked down at Chan as you tossed away the antiseptic soaked cotton ball. You let out a heavy sigh and pushed Chan’s curls away from his face looking at his black eye again. How were you so lucky to have him in your life all these years? He was always there, trying to protect you, even from yourself and picking up the pieces when he couldn’t. Just like this time and just like always he was there.

“As long as I have you Channie, I’ll be alright.” You ran your hand down his cheek and leaned down to give him a peck on the lips. They were soft. Your hand rested against his strong jaw. You looked into his pretty brown eyes and they sparkled back at you. Chan was just about to ask if you were okay again when you leaned down and kissed him again, your lips lingering longer this time. Chan’s head tilted up and he sweetly kissed you back as he cupped your face. Your lips ghosted each other’s, both of you with your eyes still closed. Chan whispered against your lips.

“Y/N what are we doing?” You just shook your head and kissed him harder. You climbed into Chan’s lap and straddled him on the chair, his hands rested on your waist as you deepened the kiss. Your mouths opened and your lips and tongues softly teased. You threaded your fingers into Chan’s curls pulling him towards you wanting him closer and you moved against his crotch. It triggered his brain instantly and he pulled away.

“Fuck! No no no. This... we... we can’t.” Your face fell and Chan quickly elaborated.

“I want to! It’s not that I don’t want to Y/N! It’s just... we are not doing this tonight baby girl. A lot happened to you today, and you’re upset. It wouldn’t be right for me to. I don‘t want to do something you’ll reg-” You cut Chan off.

“I won’t regret it Christopher! I won’t.” You gripped his shirt and tried to pull him into another kiss and he stopped you. He tilted his head a little looking at you. Chan tucked your hair behind your ear and softly kissed your lips. You leaned into it wanting more but he pulled away.

“I don’t want you to do something you might regret so this isn’t happening tonight.” You went to protest again but Chan continued.

“BUT when things calm down, when you’re... okay. I’d like to come back around to this.” He kissed you again, his soft lips melting perfectly against yours and he pulled away again. Chan pointed down at the position you were both in.

“This isn’t happening tonight but were gonna eat beef with broccoli and watch movies together and cuddle on the couch and then I’m gonna go home tonight and I’ll see you tomorrow, just like every day.” A tear rolled down your cheek as you nodded and Chan gave you another soft quick kiss and wiped it away.

“Come on, let's eat.” You got off his lap and turned back to him quickly.

“Didn’t you say egg rolls?” You sniffled a little. Chan laughed and groaned in pain as he stood up grabbing the food.

“Yea baby girl there’s egg rolls.” Chan did exactly as he said he would. You both ate dinner, including egg rolls, and watched a couple movies. He let you curl into his side and you laid your head against him and even stole a kiss or two. It was around midnight when you walked him out. You stood outside your dorm building with him quietly for a minute before he broke the silence.

“You know if you need me...” Before Chan could finish his sentence you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He was caught off guard at first but then wrapped his arms around you squeezing you tightly back. You pulled away and kissed him again as another tear made its way down your face. Chan looked into your eyes and pushed your hair away from your face before wiping your tears again, like he had so many times before wishing he could take the pain away for you.

“I know Channie.” He closed his eyes and kissed your forehead. Chan went to leave and your hold on his hand lingered both of your arms outstretched, you not wanting to let go. He turned back smiled at you.

“Call me when you wake up tomorrow.”

Hyunjin was crouched by some cars. He was just about to try and make a break to sneak in to your dorm building. He had to talk to you, he had to tell you he was sorry and how he really felt. He needed to lay it all out for you. Before he could, the door to your building opened and you and Chan walked out. He sunk down lower so that neither of you saw him. He felt guilty seeing Chan grass stained and hurt even if Chan had shoved him first. Hyunjin had deserved that and worse as far as he was concerned. You both stood there for a bit and then you suddenly hugged Chan. He hugged you back and Hyunjin hated seeing it even though he knew you were only friends. Then you kissed Chan and Hyunjin knew he had well and truly fucked up because Chan was the kind of guy you really deserved. One that wasn’t afraid to admit he cared, one that would stand up for you when someone wronged you, one that was kissing you goodbye at midnight not sneaking in to fuck you. He saw Chan kiss your forehead, your hands lingering and then watched him leave and you walked back inside your dorm building. Once Chan was gone and you were back inside Hyunjin left, no longer feeling as confident about confronting you as he had been.

The next few weeks you focused on your classes and school work and avoided Hyunjin at all costs. It wasn’t very hard. Even in a diverse campus like yours his bright red hair still stood out. Any time you saw the fiery red hair you went in the opposite direction as quickly as possible. You just had to get through these next few weeks, then it would be break and you would be home and you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing him for a while. So, you threw yourself into your work and had your usual study and movie nights with Chan with a little more kissing and cuddling than before. The few times Hyunjin worked up the nerve to try and talk to you he always found you with Chan, which wasn’t unusual but he just couldn’t confront you in front of him especially since Chan had told him to stay away and even more so since Hyunjin had seen you kiss him.

A few days into break with half of the school gone home including you, Hyunjin happened to over hear a friend of yours in the campus café say that your parents were having a party that weekend.

“She’s been kind of down the last few weeks and Chan can’t go so she’s gotta be there all alone...” Hyunjin suddenly had an idea. A way to finally tell you how he felt without Chan around and prove to you he could be the kind of guy you deserved too. He ran out the café doors and went to find the computer science nerd that had helped him fix his lap top that one time. When Hyunjin spotted him he ran up on him quickly.

“Hey! I need you to hack the school files and get me an address!” The computer guy jumped at first thinking it was some frat goon trying to mess with him before he realized it was Hyunjin.

“Jesus Hwang, you scared the shit out of me! What do you mean you need me to hack the school files for an address?” Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

“Can you do it or not.” The computer guy stiffened up.

“Of course I can but...” Hyunjin interrupted him by slapping money in his hand.

“Two hundred dollars if you get me the address, half now half after.” The computer nerd’s eyes went wide and he smiled.

“DEAL! What’s the name?” Hyunjin let out a sigh of relief.

“Y/L/N, Y/N Y/L/N text it to me once you have it, there’s something I need to do.” and Hyunjin took off again.

It was the day of the party and you were dreading it. Your parents always made you attend these things even though you absolutely hated them. It being day of, they stressed over every little detail and you had to help set up the rest of the decorations. After everything was done you went to your room, showered and got yourself ready. You put on your favorite pastel purple sun dress to try and feel better, it always made you feel pretty at least. It was gauzy, a little ruffled, lose in the skirt and hit you mid-thigh. It had a more fitted top that tied in the back with little gathered sleeves and a rounded neck line. It showed a little chest and back but was still tasteful and appropriate for the party. You slid on a pair of sandles, sprayed on the designer perfume your mother INSISTED on you wearing and went down stairs to help your parents greet guests that were starting to show up. The one good thing about these parties is your parents always made sure there was a stocked bar and you were old enough to drink, so you did. Once the party was in full swing and you had a few drinks in you it didn’t seem quite so bad. You were talking to an old high school friend and as long as you didn’t think about...

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Either your drinks were laced with LSD or walking through the crowd of people in your backyard was Hyunjin. At least it was a guy that looked like Hyunjin. His signature red hair was black and instead of hanging carelessly in his face it was half tied back. Gone was the grungy band t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans, replaced by a black blazer, a white crew neck and slim cut black slacks. When Hyunjin saw you he stopped dead in his tracks. You looked amazing. Like a literal angel. Your hair, your dress, the way the sun had your cheeks a little red. You were gorgeous.

“Chan is gonna fucking kill him.” Your high school friend looked confused.

“Huh?” You shook your head.

“Sorry, excuse me just a minute.” You walked past your friend and straight up to Hyunjin. He was a little surprised. He kind of thought you would take off when you saw him, not approach him but you had those drinks in you and you were furious that he was crashing your parent’s party.

“What the hell are you doing here Hyunjin!” You spoke harshly but in a hushed tone so that you didn’t draw attention to yourselves. He tried to grab your hand and you snatched it away.

“I’m... I’m here to be the guy you need me to be.” You looked at him like you were cracking a safe.

“What?! What the fuck does that mean?” Hyunjin was flustered. You were upset and there were a lot more people around than he thought there would be and he was hoping to talk to you in at least semi-privacy. Before he could answer you noticed your mom making a b line over towards you and Hyunjin with one of her fakest smiles plastered on.

“Don’t say anything!” You hissed at him as your mom walked up.

“Honey... who is this handsome young man?” You rolled your eyes at your nosey mother.

“Mother this is Hyunjin a school friend of Chris’.” Your mother’s face lit up at the mention of Chan’s name.

“Oh wonderful, wonderful! Oh, look here comes Christopher now. Christopher darling!” So Chan had ended up being able to make it after all. Your mother called him over and you prayed he could control his temper when he saw Hyunjin here. Chan walked over looking absolutely amazing. Broad and beautiful in his short sleeved black button up tucked into his black slacks and a thin belt, his hair swept back out of his face. He walked up next to you putting his arm around your waist and giving you a kiss on the side of your head. Your mother cooed.

“Hyunjin isn’t it just wonderful these two FINALLY stopped with all their stubbornness and made things official?” Chan’s face stiffened and his arm tightened around you at the mention of Hyunjin’s name by your mother. Then he looked over and realized that Hyunjin was in fact who was standing on the other side of you. You shot your mom a hateful look.

“Mother.” She lifted her well-manicured hands and shook her head.

“Yes yes, I’ll leave you kids now. Pleasure to meet you Hyunjin.” Hyunjin bowed and your mother left you. When she was out of site Chan started to turn towards Hyunjin and you stopped him.

“Don’t. Not here please.” Chan glared at Hyunjin and you grabbed his face trying to make him look at you.

“Christopher, I will walk across that street and get your mother if I have to.” He looked at you and his expression finally softened.

“Are you okay?” He cupped your face and you leaned into the warmth of his hand as you smiled at him and nodded.

“I’m okay, are you?” You gave him a look and he shook his head.

“Okay. Will you go and deal with my parents while I finish this talk?” Chan glared over your shoulder at Hyunjin again and then looked back at you.

“I’ll be right over there if you need me baby girl.” You gave him a kiss and he left to distract your parents while you had your talk with Hyunjin. As soon as Chan had your dad laughing you grabbed Hyunjin by the wrist and pulled him into your house.

“What do you mean the guy I need you to be?” You didn’t waste time getting straight to the point again. Hyunjin took a deep breath and motioned towards the party, his appearance.

“I can do this; I can be this for you.” You shook your head still confused.

“Who asked you to?” Hyunjin tried to grab your hands again and you pulled them away again.

“I’m so sorry okay I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have told the guys those things; I shouldn’t have said any of those things about you. You don’t annoy me, all my memories with you are the best parts my life and I don’t mean the sex, which is great, amazing, the best in my life honestly, but I mean the real parts. Arguing about if pineapple goes on pizza and what k drama to watch, talking until we fall asleep and calming you down when you wake up from a nightmare. I miss all of those things with you. Just please give me another chance... you have to know how sorry I am, how much I love you Y/N.” Hyunjin looked at you his eyes full of desperation. Tears welled up in your eyes and fell as you shook your head.

“I just needed you to be you Hyunjin. Whoever that was. Red hair, black hair, jeans, blazers that stuff never mattered to me and you know that! As long as you cared, I just wanted you. Don’t you get it?!” Hyunjin’s mouth hung open unable to speak.

“No, just no. Hyunjin even if I could forgive you betraying me by telling your friends that, you still never treated me any way I deserved to be treated. You pretended like you didn’t know me in public, always sneaking around to see me and then only seeing me to fuck me. Then when I find out you actually told your friends you were seeing me it was only to tell them you were fucking me and talk about, what I thought was, our very personal sex lives! You are only sorry because you got caught Hyunjin and because you can’t have what you want!” You yelled and Hyunjin winced as your words smacked him in the face.

“Y/N...” You took a step away from him.

“NO Hyunjin! The day...” You choked trying to hold back more tears remembering how it felt when you heard him in the hall with his friends that day.

“The day you did that to me you BROKE my heart and Chris was there, like he ALWAYS has been, to pick it up and put it back together and then I realized the way he treats me... THAT is the way I deserve to be treated. Not like an embarrassing secret, not just a fuck for fun to gossip about with your buddies. Someone deserving of respect Hyunjin. You say you love me? You don’t know what love is Hyunjin, you certainly never showed any of it to me if you do. So, I’m glad that your memories with me are happy but they are the only ones you will ever have because I will never give you the chance to treat me like that again.” Hyunjin felt like he’d been kicked in the gut.

“Y/N... please...” He pleaded with you, tears streaming down his face. You walked over to your front door and opened it.

“I’m sorry but you need to leave Hyunjin.” He shook his head and went to go. He turned back to look at you one last time. The most beautiful girl he’d ever known and the only girl he loved. If only he had said the things he whispered to you in your sleep.

“For what it’s worth, I really am sorry Y/N...” You nodded and shut the door, no goodbye. You rested your head against the door frame and cried. As hard as it had been to say all and do all that, you knew you made the right choice. You deserve to be happy and all of the happiest memories YOU’VE had in your entire life have been with Chan and they always would be. You felt someone walking up behind you and you didn’t have to turn around to know it was Chan. You could smell his cologne as he got closer and it soothed you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, nuzzled against your neck and placed a kiss on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” You turned facing him making him put his arms back around you and rested your head against his chest.

“I am now.” You tilted your head up and kissed Chan. It started soft lips pressed together, then you weaved your hands through his hair and opening your mouth sucking his bottom lip between yours. Chan’s tongue teased you as he kissed you with a new hunger. His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you back so he could look at you.

“I love you Y/N. I always have and I always will.” He kissed you again his lips overtaking yours, his soft, plump, lips devouring you as they trailed down your neck.

“Christopher?” He stopped kissing you and ran his hands through your hair as he waited for you to say what it was you wanted say.

“Take me to bed Christopher. Make love to me.” You pulled him in and kissed him.

“Please...please Chris...” You begged him as you pressed your lips together with his. He didn’t know if he could fight the desire anymore, he didn’t know if he wanted to. He made you stop and look him in the eyes again. His beautiful endless brown eyes.

“Are you sure?” You nodded your eyes never leaving his.

“Yes. I love you Chris, I want you.” He grabbed your hand and lead you towards your bedroom, stealing kisses along the way. When you were finally in your room he shut your door and locked it before pulling you towards him. His arms tightly wrapped around you as he held you against his firm body and kissed you down your jaw and neck. You untucked his shirt and started working at the buttons as he nipped and suckled at the spots that made your knees weak. You pushed Chan’s shirt off exposing his chiseled torso and placing wet kisses across his pecs. You had seen Chan shirtless countless times in your life, you had always known he had a great body but touching it, tasting it, it was completely different, it was all new. Chan pulled you up and captured your lips again as he started untying the back of your dress, slowly sliding the sleeves down exposing your breasts. His breathing hitched and his ears went red. You giggled rubbing his ears.

“Your blushing Channie.” He knelt down sliding your dress down your legs and off of you. He looked up smiling at you.

“It's because I’m looking at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, naked.” It was your turn to blush. Chan wrapped his arms around your hips and hugged you. He closed his eyes laying his head against your tummy and then kissed your soft skin just above the waist band of your panties. Chan hooked his fingers on the sides and his tongue trailed down your hip bones as he pulled your underwear off of you. He kissed his way back up your thighs and torso before claiming your lips yet again. Chan kissed you as he backed you towards your bed. When your legs hit the edge you sat down and started unbuttoning his pants Chan leaning down, still refusing to give up the taste of your mouth. You pushed his pants down and they pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Now suddenly with Chan standing in front of you in his tight black briefs, the outline of his erection visible through the material and your hands resting on his hips getting ready to strip him as bare as you were, now you were scared. What if he didn’t like what you did, what if it didn’t feel good for him, what if you did something that turned him off and ruined the moment, the relationship, your friendship, what if you ruin everything? Chan could see you in your head. He ran the back of his fingers down your face.

“What’s going on in that pretty head baby girl.” God, he could read you like a book.

“Just... what if you don’t like what I...” You couldn’t finish the thought.

“Or what if I ruin us?” Chan planted his hands on either side of your legs on the bed and leaned down to your level, his nose almost touching yours.

“Baby I know I’m gonna like whatever we do so don’t worry about that and as long as we love each other Y/N you can’t ruin us. Do you want to stop?” You shook your head. Chan nodded back and then pulled his briefs down and kicked them away. You bit your lips in anticipation when you saw Chan’s thick length. He took a step towards you and smoothed your hair down guiding you towards his cock. You braced yourself against his strong thighs and leaned down softly taking his tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it gently. Chan took a soft deep breath at the contact.

“Oh my god baby girl that feels so good.” You gently sucked and bobbed on just the head of his cock giving the sensitive spot on the bottom plenty of attention with your tongue. He was starting to pant the muscles of his belly sucking in and out with his breaths. You took more of him into your mouth and looked up at him. His head was tilted back and his eyes closed as he took quick breaths. He started to flood your mouth with precum, he tasted so sweet and then you remembered Chan’s favorite drink was pineapple juice and that’s what the taste of him reminded you of. His cheeks were flushed red and he was starting to form a few beads of sweat around his temples. When he looked down and saw you looking up at him with those big eyes and his dick sliding in and out of your warm wet mouth he thought he would blow.

“You’re so pretty. God you’re so pretty and you make me feel so good baby mmm you’re sucking me so fucking good.” You hummed at the sweet praise he was showering you with and suddenly Chan whimpered and pulled away his dick falling out of your mouth. You were a little startled and worried you had done something he didn’t like.

“FUCK! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I almost came. Oh fuck, oh my God!” He shivered and you smiled glad that you hadn’t done something wrong. Chan took a deep breath.

“Lay back on the bed for me baby girl.” You did as Chan said and slid back on the bed laying down. When you felt the warmth of his naked body on top of you and his erection pressing into you, it gave you goosebumps all over. He kissed you and then drug his lips down your jaw and neck. He continued traveling down your body sucking one of your nipples between his pouty lips and teasing it with his tongue. He squeezed your other breast before sucking that nipple into his mouth and grazing his teeth across it. You arched your back off the bed and Chan cradled your body in his hands as he left wet open mouth kisses down your abdomen. He stopped just over your aching pussy and then buried his face between your legs breathing you in before gently licking through your folds.

“Oh... Oh my god... Christopher!” Chan loved hearing you say his name like that. He sucked on your clit and hummed sending sweet vibrations through your core. Making you moan out more just like he wanted.

“Chr... fuck fu... Chris... mmmm baby mmmyes!” Chan pushed your legs up and apart, flattened his tongue and drug it from your asshole through your folds collecting all your juices before sucking your clit between those pouty fucking lips of his again. When he started flicking the tip of his tongue quickly over your clit while he slurped at your pussy it pushed you into your orgasm quickly.

“Coming! Fuck Christopher! Chris fuck coming, coming, I’m coming! Yes fuck! I’m coming baby.” Your legs shook and Chan gently ran his hands up and down your thighs as he placed one more kiss on your cunt. He climbed back up your body and kissed you.

“You taste so good baby girl, and you sound so pretty when you moan my name like that.” You smiled, your cheeks, chest and breasts all were flushed from your orgasm. Chan started placing soft kisses all over your face. Your cheeks and nose and pecked your lips. He slid your legs further apart with his knees and lined himself up with your soaked entrance and stopped.

“Y/N?” You looked into those brown puppy dog eyes of his.

“Just... I really do love you.” You ran your hand down the side of Chan’s face and kissed his lips softly.

“I know you do Christopher. I love you too.” Then Chan pushed into you finally. His head fell into the crook of your neck and he gasped as your warm tight walls surrounded him. You were so wet that he easily slid into you. He paused for a moment to regain his composure once he was buried in you. He kissed and lightly bit at your shoulder as he pulled out and pushed back into you a little harder. After a couple more slow drags of his cock in and out of you, he propped himself back up on his hands and started a quicker pace, rolling his hips against you as he thrusted harder.

“Oh my god baby girl your pussy is so soft and warm. Does my cock feel good baby? Am I making you feel good?” You held on to Chan’s biceps as he started fucking you faster and harder still rotating his hips hitting every delicious spot inside you.

“Yes, Christopher yes oh my god harder, please, fuck me harder!” Chan happily took your instruction and started pounding into you harder. The moans falling from your mouth were music to his ears and pushing him towards his climax just as fast as your tight hole was. The high-pitched way you screamed his name when you finally climaxed around his cock made him crazy.

“CHRISTOPHER YESYESYESYES FUCK ME CHRIS!” You throbbed and clenched around Chan’s cock as he lost himself fucking you harder and faster.

“Close... close... baby girl gonna cum... wher-” You cut him off practically screaming your answer.

“Inside! Cum... cum inside me Chris!” Chan went feral hearing you say that. His hips slammed into you.

“Oh inside? Baby girl wants it inside huh? You want me to make you a mommy? You wanna make me pretty babies?” Chan’s words alone sent you and you came out of nowhere a third time. You couldn’t even form words.

“Oh yea you like that don’t you! I can feel you clenching on my cock so hard baby. You wanna squeeze it out of me? You want my babies; I’ll give them to you pretty girl. Fuck fuck!” You nodded and started whispering in Chan’s ear as he chased his orgasm.

“Yes daddy, cum in me, give me your babies, fuck yes, cum in me daddy.” Chan let out the prettiest moan when he heard you call him that and then teased you.

“Say please?” He was sweating and grunting from the effort. You licked the sweat from his neck and moaned as you started lifting your hips to meet his punishing thrusts. You pressed your lips against the shell of Chan’s ear your voice coming out in breaths.

“Please daddy, please cum inside me, let me make you pretty babies, cute babies with your curls and your nose, please please daddy fill me up!” Chan moaned out and laid his sweaty forehead against your chest as he painted your insides with his seed fucking it deep into you.

“Fuck yes baby girl, oh god, that’s my sweet baby girl so good to me, you take my cum so well, fuck!” Chan emptied his cum inside you rolled off, fell on the bed and laid spread out next to you, trying to catch his breath. You crawled up and curled into his side and Chan wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer. He kissed and smiled against your forehead.

“You know the way you were talking about my nose and curls sounds, like you’ve thought about my babies before.” You pinched his tummy and he laughed.

“Seriously though, I’d love for you to have my babies one day.” You propped yourself up on Chan’s chest and smiled at him.

“One day. We will.” You laid back down in Chan’s embrace and traced the lines of his belly muscles while you rested your head on his chest and listened to his heart beat slowly return to normal. It all just felt so right. You and Hyunjin, you’d had an arrangement, but you and Chan, you had each other, you had love.

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lesbianrobin · 1 year ago

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hey guys want to help me write?

i started writing this awhile back and now i'm revisiting and i cannot recall Where i was going with this. SO!! it could be fun if you guys let me know what you would like to happen/where you see this going!!

Steve Harrington’s been different ever since he came back.

No shit, idiot, Eddie berates himself, pretending not to stare at Harrington from across the library. Not that Harrington would notice. It’s other people he’s worried about. Staring at Steve Harrington is a popular pastime at Hawkins High now, popular enough that Eddie can’t allow himself to be caught partaking.

The story goes like this:

Julia Davis was sitting in the emergency room at Hawkins Memorial waiting for her brother to get a cast on his arm after he fell off his bike. It was taking a long time, and she hates hospitals, so she decided to take a walk outside around the parking lot just for something to do. Here’s where Eddie knows the story’s at least a little bit bullshit; Julia Davis buys from him every week, and he’d bet anything that she was smoking in the parking lot for a bit of stress relief.

The rest is as follows: She heard sirens right as she was about to go back inside. It wasn’t an ambulance, it was a cop car, so she decided to watch what was going on. Eddie personally suspects that she was keeping an eye out because she smelled like pot. Either way, she watched as a cop pulled Will Byers’ limp form out of the backseat. Will’s mom climbed out from the passenger seat, and instead of immediately following after her son, she opened the other back door to the car, and the whole world shifted.

What she saw has changed a little bit over time. It’s different depending on who you ask, whether anybody on the basketball team is within earshot, or if Tommy Hagan is anywhere near you. If Tommy Hagan’s around, she didn’t see shit.

If Hagan’s fucked off, though, if you aren’t around the basketball team? Harrington’s hands were caked in dried blood. Maybe it was mud, Julia always hedged, but it just… looked like something else. Whatever it was, it ran down his chin, too, stains dripping from his lips all the way to his bare chest. She could see some awful scrapes and bruises down each arm, angry red slashes criss-crossing his back and his pecs, and his sweatpants seemed to be drenched in mud or blood or something awful that stained his bare feet as well.

Joyce Byers guided him out of the car at arm’s length, like he was a wild animal that could lash out at any moment. His eyes were wide and unfocused. Julia swears he never shivered, despite his state of undress and the freezing wind that had swept through Hawkins that night. He shuffled to the ER like a zombie taking its first brainless steps.

The next day, it was on the morning news. Missing boys found wandering through the woods, escaped from their captor and fleeing for their lives. The news didn’t say much about the kidnapper. A few days later, it was reported that the creep had died from injuries sustained during the boys’ escape.

Translation: Steve Harrington killed a man. With his bare hands and teeth, if Julia Davis isn’t bullshitting them.

Eddie’s been watching the scars fade. All of the scrapes on Steve’s arms are either gone now or covered by the sleeve of his striped polo. He buttons them all the way up now, but the guys in his gym class say that his chest is back to normal. His nails aren’t ragged and torn anymore. Technically, he looks fine. Perfect. All-American.

But then there are the eyes.

There’s something about his gaze that draws Eddie in. His eyes are beautiful, of course, the kind of brown that brings to mind mossy logs and golden sunsets in equal measure, just depending on how they catch the light. Eddie didn’t make a habit of gazing into Steve Harrington’s eyes before the change, but he still remembers seeing life behind them. How could he not? Steve used to draw attention everywhere he went. No wonder he got snatched. It’s always those types, isn’t it?

Eddie might be a bad person. Just a little bit.

The point is that those eyes don’t have life behind them now. They’re just empty. Dull and sad, like Steve’s soul has floated off, or else been so weighed down that it can no longer move. Drained, like Frodo after delivering the ring to Mount Doom.

It’s obvious that Steve doesn’t belong in the Shire anymore.

Whenever Eddie isn’t occupying himself with D&D or homework or the band or his business, his mind drifts back to Steve Harrington. What did he see? What did he do? How did that blood look dripping down his chin, was it like a movie vampire or like a Carrie situation, and did Steve lick it from his lips in the back of the cop car? Maybe Eddie really is as sick in the head as people say. He needs to know. Did Steve kill that man with his teeth?

It isn’t any of his business, except that people don’t seem to be as afraid of Eddie as they used to be. More girls are coming straight to him instead of sending their boyfriends to buy their shit for them. Maybe they aren’t any less afraid of Eddie. Maybe they’re just more afraid of their boyfriends. When you skulk around high school parties for a living, you hear stories. According to several sources, Steve Harrington keeps a knife in his pocket and an extra in his backpack. According to Eddie’s own eyes in addition to his sources, Steve Harrington’s girlfriend showed up to school with a bandage on her hand the day after he came back.

Eddie doesn’t personally think that those two things are related. Harrington was definitely in the hospital for at least a few days, and they only give you the shitty plastic knives in there. She was probably just cooking or curling her hair or something when she found out that her disappeared boyfriend had come back.

Steve doesn’t seem to be reading his book. Eddie can’t tell what it is from this distance, but it looks more like a textbook than a novel. The cover is red. Which of Eddie’s textbooks are red? That one for Lit was red, right?

The book snaps shut. Eddie looks up.

Empty eyes stare back.

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wordsmithwhumpsandfluff · 3 months ago

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hmmmmm how about amberlynn as sickie + caretakers of your choosing + overworking, a stomach issue and emergency room? excited to see what you come up with!

First Autumn-fic, folks!!!

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It was tradition for the drama program to put on a special show in October. There was a whole voting system and everything, and it came down to ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ or ‘Hocus Pocus’.

Amberlynn had been elated when the winning result was ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’. And even more so when she was told she got the role of Sally.

But of course, after weeks and weeks of practice, leave it to her annoying History of Theater professor to state that there would be an exam on the same day as the show.

Amberlynn groaned, trying to read her textbook while Felix tried to pin fabric to the skirt of her costume. He’d pricked his finger several times, and when she moved one more time—too distracted to stay still—he huffed and dropped his pins, snatching the book from her hand. “Hey!”

“Starry, please,” Felix sighed, putting a random pen in the book to mark her page. “I’d rather not make my finger look like Swiss cheese while making your costume.”

Amberlynn pouted, but sighed, straightening and standing still. “Fine.”

Felix bent and got back to pinning the fabric. “So, I assume you’re worried about your test?”

Amberlynn scoffed. “I don’t know which professor I’m more pissed at. The one who made the day of the show on a weekday, or the one who knowingly put an exam on the same day. They’re both in the theater department, so signals weren’t crossed. It was fucking intentional.”

Felix’s eyes widened and he chuckled and her anger. “Bloody hell. I’ve never heard you say the f-word. You’re usually so. . . chill and sweet. Demure, even. This is refreshing.”

“Studying and rehearsing is the worst,” Amberlynn groaned. “I haven’t even hung out with Kei in days! I just keep bitching to him over texts about how much crap I have to do.”

Felix stood straight, brows raised slightly. “Really? Don’t you two live together?”

Amberlynn blushed at that, some of her anger being puttered out by the single question. She chuckled a bit. “I mean, technically he asked me to move in with him over the summer and I agreed, but my scholarship includes housing and the dorms are closer so I've been studying and sleeping there instead of Kei's place."

“How long have you two been dating anyway?”

Amberlynn blushed a little more. “Since high school.”

“And you still don’t live together?!”

"We do!" she shot back. Then she sighed. “And what about you and Atticus? How long have you been dating?”

This time, Felix’s face reddened. “We started dating about a month after we met in our first year here.” He put one more pin in the dress before stepping back, smiling. “Alright, Starry. Take the dress off carefully, and you can be on your way.”

Amberlynn nodded, carefully sliding the sleeves off her shoulders and stepping out of the dress. She grabbed her clothes and began to put them back on while Felix put the dress on a table with the other costume—the Halloween Town Mayor—he had to work on.

“Bye, Felix,” Amberlynn said, hurriedly grabbing her textbook and leaving, barely hearing as Felix said goodbye back.

— — —

The auditorium was as good a place as any to study.

The campus’s cafeteria was too noisy, and the library didn’t have the vibe she needed to study theater history. The auditorium was empty, had perfect lighting, and was her favorite place to study.

Amberlynn unwrapped her lunch—a chicken salad & pesto sandwich—and began eating while she opened her textbook on her lap, reading and re-reading and putting her sandwich down to write notes every so often.

Amberlynn had gotten a decent amount of work done my the time she finished her sandwich. She checked her phone after what must’ve been forty minutes of studying, and saw an email from her last professor of the day saying that the class had been cancelled that day and would resume tomorrow. Amberlynn smiled, realizing she had an hour off before rehearsals. She could see Kei!

She decided to text and ask where he was. She got no answer. She messaged again, and got a response this time after five whole minutes. The text said, ‘Sry, baby. In class. ttyl, ily!!🩷’.

Amberlynn’s smile fell. She decided that while in the auditorium, she might as well practice her lines a bit more on the stage. Maybe she’d see him after rehearsals, if she could find him before he went home and went straight to sleep like he’d been doing.

She got up on the stage, leaving her script behind, and she began to walk around on the stage as if practicing with the other actors. She got lost in it, even practicing some of the songs. It was like a trance, and she got lost in the story, forgetting everything around her.

. . . and when she was done, she heard clapping.

Amberlynn’s heart leaped out of her chest, and she saw Felix by the auditorium doors, smiling. “Brilliant,” he said, making his way over as she got down from the stage, blushing furiously.

“How long were you watching?”

“About fifteen minutes.” He smiled. “I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch together.”

Amberlynn smiled a bit back, but it was slightly forced. How that she wasn’t focused on practicing, she was starting to feel a little bit off. “Sorry, I already ate.”

“Oh. Well, how about we just hang out for a bit?” He shrugged, looking a little sheepish. “Atti is in class, and I’m bored. And my roommate this year is worse and more gross than my last one, so I don’t wanna go back to my dorm.”

Amberlynn had no reason to say no, so she agreed.

— — —

Felix was a chatterbox, Amberlynn realized.

They were sitting on a bench in the college’s courtyard, talking.

Well, Felix was doing most of the talking. A single question turned into a whole story every time, and Amberlynn listened happily, glad that she could keep her mouth shut since she could feel saliva pooling in it, and she really was not in the mood to puke. She was stressed enough, and didn’t need to be sick on top of everything.

“My mum is basically my best friend,” he told Amberlynn. “And I think she’d love you. Y’know, she has a soft spot for astronomic fashion.” He chuckled. “My dad flipped out the first time he saw me trying on my mum’s astronomic designs; not her male ones, her female ones. I was about seven. I just thought the blouses were better than the plain button-ups.”

“I bet you were a cute kid. Was your dad mad when you came out?”

He shook his head, smiling. “Nah. I guess he could already tell because I was closer to my mum, and I had an interest in fashion like her. He always dreamed of having his son become a lawyer, but he told me he’d get me a tulle and a sewing kit instead of a Mont Blanc pen if it’d make me happy.”

Amberlynn smiled, thinking that was sweet.

“What’re your parents like?”

“Oh. My dads are amazing.”

Felix raised a brow, waiting for her to continue. Amberlynn really didn’t want to. The nausea was starting to make her head spin.

“Well, um. . . my Pápa is really protective and he bakes a lot. And my dad—” Amberlynn interrupted herself when her stomach squeezed and she turned her head away to gag into her fist. She felt really sick.

“Starry? You okay?” Felix asked, concerned.

Amberlynn shook her head, not bothering to hide it since there was no point in trying.

“What’s wr—”

Felix was cut off when Amberlynn doubled over, puking on the ground by her feet. She coughed and gaged at the nasty taste of acid and her half-digested chicken salad sandwich.

Cursing softly, Felix grabbed her curls and pulled them back away from her face. He had a white scrunchy on his wrist that matched his outfit, and he used it to tie her hair into a messy bun.

Amberlynn whined. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, her voice thick with nausea.

“Don’t be,” Felix said rubbing her back. “How long have you been feeling ill?”

She shrugged. “Since in the auditorium.”

“Damn,” Felix sighed, his hand touching her nape. His thin hands were cold and a welcome feeling against Amberlynn’s overheated skin.

Amberlynn heaved and brought up another stream of puke, her whole body jerking and trembling with the force. She squeezed her arms around herself, feeling close to tears from the pain. And to make matters worse, her phone suddenly began ringing, letting her know that it was time to head to rehearsals. She felt too dizzy and sick to even stand.

“Damn,” Felix cursed, turning off the alarm going off on his own phone. “Rehearsals are starting soon.”

Amberlynn suddenly sobbed, and Felix’s eyes widened as he realized she was crying and tears were dripping down her face.

“Hey hey, what’s wrong, darling? Why’re you crying?”

She shook her head, continuing to sob before vomiting again, this time getting a little splash on her cute purple platform heels. She groaned, sweat dripping down her back, her whole body tingling uncomfortably, her mind racing, and feeling completely overwhelmed.

She just wanted it all to stop. The stress, the sickness, everything. And most of all, she wanted Kei.

Amberlynn was aware that there were other students around, watching as they passed, and she wanted to be invisible.

“Do you wanna find a bathroom inside?” Felix asked. “Instead of staying on this bench?”

Amberlynn said nothing for a second before nodding. She and Felix stood—Felix keeping an arm around her—and they made their way back inside the arts building.

Felix stopped outside the door for the women’s bathrooms. “Do you think you could go in by yourself.”

Amberlynn said nothing, lips pressed shut, but she nodded, stepping away from Felix and going in, barely hearing him say, “I’ll be out here.”

Amberlyn half-stumbled into the empty bathroom and into a stall, barely shutting the stall door before crouching in front of the toilet and vomiting violently enough to make her head spin.

I’m gonna be late for rehearsals, she thought. And then she wondered if she was too sick to focus on studying.

She started crying all over again, overwhelmed, stressed, and feeling like shit.

Amberlynn stayed there for a long while, bringing up streams of vomit, each stream more pathetic and thinner than the last until she was just dry heaving.

She wondered how long she was sitting there before her phone suddenly chimed. Nauseously, she lifted her head from the bowl and took out her phone to read the message, only to groan. Kei was done with class. He said he wanted to see her rehearsal and was on his way to the arts building.

Honestly though, she wanted Keiko to come. She wanted nothing more in that moment than for him to fuss over and take care of her and dote on her. So she sent him a text, telling him to go to the restrooms on the left-side of the building instead of to the auditorium.

She put her phone back in her pocket and leaned over the toilet again, gagging but only bringing up a sick burp. Her stomach felt heavy and it was churning horribly.

Amberlynn heard Felix call into the bathroom, asking if she was fine. She wanted to shout back that she was, but couldn’t bring herself to do so since she really was anything but fine.

Minutes? Hours? Amberlynn’s ears were ringing, she felt dizzy, and she had no idea how long she was there. Long enough for her knees to be aching though.

And long enough for her to hear voices outside.

Amberlynn couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when she heard Keiko call her name as he came into the bathroom, girl’s bathroom sign be damned. The stall door was still open, so Keiko didn’t have to knock and just came in, immediately crouching down beside her and cooing. She was so happy and relieved he was there that her eyes filled with tears, and she said his name in a small, tearful voice.

“Hey, you’re okay, baby,” he told her, half-hugging her and cupping her forehead with one hand. “What happened, Am?”

She sniffed grossly, shrugging, forcing herself to look at the swirling mess in the toilet to encourage her stomach to just purge the rest of its contents as well.

“Felix says you’ve thrown up a ton already,” Keiko said softly, already mostly over the shock of the sudden situation. “I think you’re empty. C’mon, I’ll take you home.”

Amberlynn shook her head, gagging dryly again. She was purposefully clenching her stomach, trying to force herself to puke. Keiko noticed and, still half-hugging her, moved the arm around her so that his hand rested gently on her stomach. “Baby, please don’t force it like that. You’re not gonna be sick right now.”

She spat in the bowl before looking up at Keiko. Some of her curls came loose from her bun and one was coated in bile, and she knew she looked disgusting with puke on her chin, tears on her cheeks, and snot running from her nose. Still, Keiko leaned in and planted a kiss on her forehead. “C’mon, Am. Let’s go.”

After flushing the toilet, Amberlynn half-stumbled over to the sink to splash and clean her face with water, cleaning off the sick-covered curl as well. Keiko kept an arm around her as they left the bathroom. Felix was still waiting outside, and Atticus—who had come to see the rehearsals (and Felix’s costumes) with Kei—was with him.

“Are you alright?” Atticus asked, looking worried. Felix had explained the situation to him.

Amberlynn nodded, not really convincingly, before looking at Felix. “Thanks,” she said to him, her voice slightly hoarse.

He gave her a small smile. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, Starry. Just let me know when you’re feeling better.”

She nodded. Keiko said bye to Felix and Atticus before walking Amberlynn outside and towards the parking lot.

They didn’t say anything on the way there. When they got to the car, Keiko leaned Amberlynn’s seat back and kissed her forehead again before going to the driver side.

It was a quiet drive, and Amberlynn was happy with that since her head was hurting too much to talk or listen to anything. But she groaned when she realized something.

“What’s wrong?” Keiko asked. “Are you gonna be sick? Want me to pull-”

“No, it’s not that. I left my bag on the bench. All my notebooks and stuff were in there.” She pressed the heel of her hand to her temple, squeezing her eyes shut. “Everything about this week sucks ass.”

Keiko chuckled a bit at his girlfriend’s cursing. He pulled out his phone when they reached a red light and texted Atticus, asking him to tell Felix that Amberlynn left her stuff at a bench, and then putting his phone away before the light turned green.

Amberlynn could’ve stared crying again with relief when she saw Keiko’s apartment building. She loved his apartment so much more than her dorm.

“Do you still feel sick?” he asked as he parked. “You’re not feverish.”

She looked at him. “How d’you know?”

He smiled before puckered his lips and tapped them with his finger, and Amberlynn realized that him kissing her forehead was not just him comforting her but also him checking how warm she was.

“Did you eat something bad today?”

Amberlynn cringed and pressed her lips at the mention of food. Her stomach flipped and she knew she was gonna puke again soon. “I dunno. My sandwich, maybe?”

Keiko squeezed her thigh before getting out of the car. Amberlynn got out as well, and Keiko came right over to her to wrap an arm around her again.

“I can walk on my own, Kei,” she said, but she really didn’t mind his touch at all.

He shrugged. “I know.” He kept his arm around her anyway.

In the elevator, Amberlynn turned to hug Keiko and burry her face in his chest. He hugged her back, enveloping her in warmth.

Once in Kei’s apartment, Amberlynn immediately went for the guest bathroom. Keiko grabbed a glass of water and some Pepto tablets from his kitchen before going after her.

Amberlynn had puked again, and Keiko was surprised there was anything still in her. She was panting over the bowl, looking damn-near translucent with how pale she was.

“Kill me,” she groaned.

Keiko kissed the side of her head. “No thanks, I’m good.”

Amberlynn didn’t puke again. Keiko spent five minutes trying to coax her to drink water and take the meds before giving up and settling for letting her just use the water to rinse out her mouth.

He flushed the toilet and helped Amberlynn back up, bringing her to his bedroom. She flopped onto the bed with a heavy sigh, and Keiko smiled at her. “You’ve been busy lately,” he said as he turned off his lights and started adjusting his blinds to leave them only slightly open.

Amberlynn shrugged, getting comfy on top of his sheets. “You too.”

He nodded, grabbing a blanket and draping it over Amberlynn before climbing onto the bed with her and getting under the blanket also, pulling her close and tangling their legs together. Her face was against his shoulder and, for the first time in days, she just let herself breathe in his scent and relax. “I missed you,” she whispered.

Keiko smiled, one of his hands coming up to undo her bun and free her curls before lightly scratching her scalp and playing with her hair. “I missed you too,” he said. “And we can make tomorrow one huge study date, all day together. I promise.”

— — —

Keiko woke up as Amberlynn rushed out from under the blanket, all but running to his bathroom.

He frowned, half-asleep, as he got up and started to get up, only to startle when he heard a heave and the sound of liquid hitting liquid. He looked at his windows and sighed, realizing that only a few hours must’ve passed because he could still see sunlight. He sighed, frowning as he made his way to the bathroom and found Amberlynn once again throwing up.

“This is a nasty case of food poisoning,” he sighed, crouching beside her and planting a comforting hand on her back. “Just let it up, baby.”

She gagged, bringing up more and more bile until there was nothing left.

Keiko got a new glass of water, and this time was more insistent about Amberlynn drinking it since she was obviously dehydrated. She did take a sip, but it came back up almost instantly, just as clear.

Keiko sighed, trying to coax her to drink again but she just shook her head, looking like she was about to cry again. “I feel horrible,” she said in a small voice that broke Keiko’s heart.

“I know,” he said, putting the glass down and hugging her. “I know.” He also knew though that she needed to get hydrated, but drinking water was clearly not an option.

He sighed. “Am, we should go to the hospital. You need fluids.”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t need to go to the hospital. I’m not that sick,” she insisted, but Keiko wasn’t convinced at all.

“You’re really dehydrated, Amber.” He got an idea then. “And I’m sure that your dads would agree with me.”

Amberlynn’s eyes widened and she scoffed, looking at Keiko. “Did you just pull the parents card on me?”

He shrugged, smirking. “Hospital, or I call your dads. Your choice.”

Amberlynn pouted, but reluctantly rinsed her mouth and nodded.

— — —

Keiko lived a bit close to the hospital. It wasn’t too long of a drive, and it was a relatively calm afternoon so a doctor came to them fairly quickly. Amberlynn didn’t get a room, but she got some curtains for privacy in the ER.

Amberlynn slept—an emesis bin by her hip—with an IV in her arm that was giving her fluids. Keiko played gently with her curls. He sent a quick text to Atticus, asking the guy to record their classes they have together tomorrow so he could still take notes while he spent the day with Amberlynn.

He was glad that all she had was some food poisoning, and that the hospital had given her some anti-emesis medicine in the IV.

Keiko left for a second to ask the nurse where the bathroom was, and when he came back from the bathroom, Amberlynn was awake and looking a bit drowsy from the medicine. She smiled when he came back through the curtains, giving him a quiet and slightly-hoarse “Hello”.

He couldn’t help but smile back. “Hey, baby. You feeling a bit better?”

She nodded. “Can we go home soon?”

He nodded. “As soon as you finish that IV, we can go. Okay?”

She nodded again, reaching for his hand. “Kiss?”

The word was so small and soft-spoken that Keiko felt his whole heart melt, and he leaned down and gave her a small kiss. “I love you so much,” Amberlynn said when he pulled away.

He grinned, kissing her forehead and whispering back, “I love you too.”

“But next time you pull the parents card on me, you’re not getting any kisses or ‘I-love-you’s for a week.”

Keiko laughed, kissing her forehead again. “Whatever you say, baby.”

#thebrilliantidiots #fluff #keiko #amberlynn #felix #food poisoning #whump

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womanofwords · 7 months ago

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Creative Protesting

Miss Rivers was going through the list of names to start the school day. The classroom was unusually sparse, no thanks to the new start time of 7:30. She knew it would be a disaster, and nobody listened to her.

"I knew it. I should have skipped school," Asher said, his head on the table.

"Young man!" Miss Rivers gasped. "Would you jump off a cliff if everyone else was doing it?"

"Why is anybody jumping off any cliff?" Asher griped. Miss Rivers sighed as she continued on with the register.

"Hope I'm not late, ma'am," Samson said, waltzing in at his usual pace. The weary teacher sighed; of course Samson had arrived late to class. As usual.

And then she saw what he was wearing.

"Samson, what on earth are you doing?" his teacher asked. Heads turned to look at Samson, class weirdo and general space cadet, walking into class . . . in his pyjamas. UFO pyjamas, to be precise.

Asher burst out laughing. "Dude, what are you doing?"

"Protesting," Samson explained. "The school's new start time is so early, I didn't have time to get changed."

"Samson, this is ridiculous," Miss Rivers said, as his classmates laughed. "You need to have clothes."

"These are technically clothes."

"Real clothes."

"I checked the student handbook. There is nothing that says I can't wear my pyjamas to school." Samson smiled. "The sleepwear stays. And it will stay until the 8:30 school start time is reinstated."

"Of course it will," Miss Rivers muttered.

(PAUSE)

Surprisingly enough, Samson kept his word. He showed up to school every day in his pyjamas. He had multiple different ones, too, much to everyone's amusement. Classic blue striped ones, candy cane pyjamas, tartan pyjamas, and Harry Potter pyjamas.

It didn't help that people had begun to mimic him. His own class filled up with pyjama-wearing students fairly quickly. Some kids decided to be elaborate about it, accessorising with dressing gowns and slippers. It got to the point where Principal Winters called an assembly about it.

"It seems to me," he began, looking at the crowd of students gathered before him, "that you view this school as being a bit of a joke." Some students sniggered. "Well, it's not. Truancy, backtalk, the rising pyjama trend - it all has to stop right this minute! As a place of education, this school demands a certain level of respect from the students!"

"Really?" Samson asked. Heads turned to look at the young man wearing Smurfs pyjamas. "That seems a bit hypocritical. Why do we need to have respect for this school when this school has no respect for us?"

Principal Winters' face turned salmon pink. "Young man, you had better find a way to rephrase that," he said, his voice.

"You heard me. No respect for our free time, or our mental health. We're constantly stressed out. You literally don't even care enough to make sure we have enough time to get ready for the education we must hold so much respect for!"

"Settle down!" Principal Winters snapped, but it was too late. The students roared their approval.

This assembly had become a colossal failure.

And somehow, it was about to fail even harder.

"Anita Lead, reporting for the Daily Quarterly about a pyjama-led rebellion against school authorities," an earnest reporter said. "I'm here at a school where students are expressing their distaste at the earlier start time by turning up to school in their PJs. Here's one leaving the school." The camera turned on Samson, wearing a neck pillow and the UFO pyjamas that started the trouble in the first place. "Hey, kid! What can you tell me about the pyjama craze that's taken over the school?"

"A lot, actually. First thing you need to know is that I started it," Samson said. "This school will not give us the time we need to be prepared for the day. We aren't getting enough sleep after we're finished with all the homework we have to do, and now we get less time in the morning to prepare for the day ahead. This is a visual sign of what the establishment can expect."

"Samson Edgeley!" Principal Winters yelled.

"That concludes our time," Samson said, racing for home with Principal Winters hot on his heels.

"Follow that boy and his principal!" Anita yelled, and the cameraman gave chase.

"Stop making the school look bad with your antics!" Principal Winters yelled.

"Stop torturing us with arbitrary rules!" Samson yelled. "We're being mummified by red tape over here!"

"Don't be ridiculous!"

Samson stopped in his tracks. Everyone else stopped, too. "I am Samson Edgeley," he said, in between gasps. "I dare to be ridiculous. And I dare to expose the ridiculousness that is inherent inside everything and everyone!" His voice was rising in volume now. "And if that means I show up to school in my pyjamas, then so be it! Good day to you!" Samson stormed off home, about as menacing as he could look while wearing UFO pyjamas.

"This is TV gold," Anita muttered.

The day after the segment aired, the new start time was mysteriously and happily scrapped. Samson went back to wearing regular clothes, much to Miss Rivers' relief. (That relief was fleeting once you took into account how bizarre Samson's dress sense was.)

People's opinions of Samson changed too. Before, they were mostly low, with a few being mildly positive and the vast majority of people not knowing him from a hole in the wall. But after the pyjama protest, public opinion of him skyrocketed.

Pyjama Dude ruled.

#creative writing #my writing #writing inspiration #writers #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #pyjamas #high school au

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pawseds · 10 months ago

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I convinced our Delta Green game master to have a play-by-post (basically text roleplay) section in our game's server and uhhhhh maybe I've been having too much fun with it. Writing is faster than drawing comics, what can I say?

(Long ramble about writing stories below hehe oops)

While we're here! A bit about writing: I like writing! I've written for loger than I've drawn for (because school). I think I'm better at writing than drawing for that reason (I'm more confident at least). I've written short stories. I've written short stories about TTRPG things. I've also written a ~100k word novel by hand for 2 years. While writing it, I had 'writing class' (technically AS/A level Ennglish Language classes). It was the only class I had confidence in and high expectations for.

With those 2 combined, I burnt out pretty quick LOL. Specifically, I had a big perfectionism issue because of the high expectations I had from my teacher and especially myself -- it was the one thing I knew excelled at in school, so I better do it well! After I was done with the novel and A levels, I was supposed to edit the novel. It's been years and I haven't done it yet, and I wouldn't write non-assignment stories (except 2) until now. Writing became more nerverwracking than it was fun, so why would I?

To get back to the PBP thing: I've been in a campaign that was fully PBP. With my mindset being the way it is, hey! This is just one big writing exercise, so I ran along with that and had fun with it. I saw how some players would make their own PBP and essentially monologue/have a scene only with their PC. That was cool to see.

And now, my current Delta Green campaign (tagged 'Helvetia'). Hrothgar (guy in drawing) and his kids were ported over from a previous D&D campaign (the fully PBP one!), so the crew had a very well defined background already. Of course I get tons of drawing ideas for them, except I don't have the time to draw them all (compsci hard). But since the server has a PBP section, I had like 2 weeks to kill between session 0 and 1, and I was bursting with ideas... I made a lot of solo PBPs that were essentially short stories.

It didn't quite hit me until some time ago, but the PBPs actually made me enjoy writing again -- enjoy it a lot more, in fact! I think the format of Discord threads and messages removed most perfectionism tendencies I had. I just had to fire the story away, message by message. It didn't have to be amazing, and it was fun! (Also I really don't know how to shut up with them LOL)

I'll definitely be cleaning these PBPs up and posting them here as stories. Some of them are just silly, fun, slice-of-life character sketches. (These were the stories I wrote after my novel... and yes, they were about my other set of Delta Green characters LMAO) (and I've posted them here under pawsedswrite btw!) But some I see as legitamite short stories that I would edit more heavily and present as a short story. They were the kinds I could see myself writing on a document rather than on Discord.

Well, I lied. 'I would edit' is false. I have already edited one, because I spent like 5-6h writing this one PBP (oops) instead of writing the draft for my short story class/elective (oops 2). I joked to my two friends saying that I could just submit it as my assignment. Apparently, they both really liked it and said the dialogued slapped. So I did!

I procrastinated like hell on it though, because I was very nervous to go back into the PBP with an axe to edit it. Being in a writing class where nearly everyone else has been formally studying writing for some years kinda puts some pressure on ya!

Like the last assignment (which I'll post here after editing), I had a lot of worries. But the feedback and grade I got from my last assignment, the peer review I got from the current one, and also the support from those two friends (shoutout @katastrofish <3) made me feel more confident in myself. And also the fact that I had a lot of fun editing the PBP!

Uhhh this ramble was way longer than expected LMFAO if you've made it this far, damn, thanks for reading! If you also write or have similar experiences, feel free to share em. And have a good day!

(bonus POV editing)

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luvo27 · 7 months ago

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cut scene from stress vs love

Finally, finally, Fig manages to make it to what passes for rogue classes. Honestly, it’s been kind of fun. There’s a part of her that kind of wants to attend rogue classes regularly now.

The instructions she’d found behind a locker led to more instructions that led to an inscription on the bottom of a potted plant that led to more instructions on a piece of paper hidden behind a chalkboard in a classroom on the third floor that led to a key that unlocked an unused classroom that apparently, isn’t all that unused. Scrawled on the chalkboard are tips and tricks for avoiding notice when sneaking, specifically for sneaking into tall buildings from the ceiling.

Riz is already in the classroom, standing by the chalkboard and scribbling in a notebook. Fig feels herself smile. It’s nice to see Riz, at any time in the day. At lunch, yeah, but it’s nice to hang out with him, it’s nice to see him in his element. Again, she considers attending rogue classes regularly, because she has a ton of fun hanging out with Gorgug in Barbarian, so if she picks up rogue classes, she could hang out with Riz!

She considers whether or not she would want to pick up classes with all of her friends, because that would just be the most epic thing in the world, right? She loves hanging out with them. It would be the perfect way to maximize the amount of time she gets to spend with her friends! It’s the perfect plan!

Grinning, she taps Riz on the shoulder. “Hey, Riz!”

“Fig?” Riz turns to blink at her. “This is rogue class.”

“Yeah, I know.” Fig shrugs modestly and feels her grin widen. “I was just trying it out.” She’s about to start talking about how she managed to find all the clues scattered around the school. She’s pretty proud of herself, considering she’s never actually taken a rogue class before. Yeah, she’s sneaky when she needs to be, but she’s really starting to appreciate the specific skill set that Riz brings, but Riz talks first.

He starts, “You should—Fig, you need to be in class.”

Fig closes her mouth as she takes Riz in. He’s blinking rapidly, like there’s something wrong with his eyes, and his tail is flicking around his feet the way it does when he’s feeling distressed, and in the gloves that he’s taken to wearing, his hands are twitching minutely. Fig feels her eyebrows draw together.

“Hey, Riz,” she says, softening her voice, “it’s okay. It’s my free period.”

Riz stares at her, taking in the information. And she isn’t technically lying, she doesn’t really go to bard class anymore and not going doesn’t affect her grades, even if she is a bard, so it is a free period. Whatever Riz is thinking, he doesn’t remember that this is when bard class meets.

“It’s your free period?” he asks.

“Yeah, Riz.” Fig nods. “It’s my free period.”

“Okay.” Riz nods. “Cool. So, you’re trying out rogue class?”

“Yeah,” Fig starts to say. She thinks about the probability that Riz will, at some point, realize that bard classes take place during the same period. She imagines the reaction that would cause if she told him she was going to take up rogue classes.3 It’s okay though, because while it has been fun, she’d be perfectly not adding another class to her schedule.

“But,” she continues, “I think it’s not really for me, you know?”

“No,” Riz says. Fig notes with delight that the corner of his mouth twitches up in a smile. Another part of her notes that she doesn’t remember the last time she saw Riz smile, not really. “I don’t know, actually,” Riz finishes.

“Right,” Fig nods. “Course.” She thinks about Riz, focused on homework during lunch, and everyone saying that they asked if he wanted to hang out, and how she doesn’t remember the last time she hung out with Riz herself. She tries to think about the last time she saw Riz smile, really smile, and thinks it was probably over winter break, which is now a couple weeks ago and that’s way too long.

“Hey,” she says, “I was wondering, do you want to hang out?”

Riz frowns. Not one of his bad frowns, just a thinking frown. “Um,” he starts to say, “I guess—” he shivers, shakes his head. “I shouldn’t,” he says apologetically. “Uh, date night.”

“Oh.” Fig feels her face fall. That’s right, she thinks. Riz is, unfortunately, just really, really busy. She knows she’s gotten a few texts saying he couldn’t hang out at Mordred because he was spending time with Baron. But it’s sweet of him, she thinks. If Ayda were here—if she could call, or text Ayda, but cell service and time travel don’t really work together, she knows she’d be spending as much time with her as she could.

She’d also be spending as much time as she could with Riz and the rest of the Bad Kids though, of course. And in the back of her mind, something bothers her. Not enough that she notices it, not yet, but it is really weird that Riz is spending more time with Baron than any of them. That’s not the Riz she knows.

It’s sweet, she tells herself. It’s really sweet that Riz is putting so much effort into this new relationship. She tries to pull a smile back onto her face.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Baron,” she says, trying to be playful. “Haven’t you?”

Riz laughs sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess I have.”

“Well, don’t forget about us, you know?” Fig tells him.

Riz smiles. A real smile. The worry in Fig’s heart melts away as he promises, “I won’t.”

Fig puts two fingers to her forehead in a salute. “See you later then, Riz,” she tells him. “Alright?” She starts to walk back towards the door.

“Yeah, Fig,” Riz says as he watches her leave. “See you later.”

Fig hesitates just outside the door for a moment. Riz gives her one last little wave before turning back to the chalkboard. Within seconds, he’s back to scribbling away. It’s almost like Fig was never actually there. Like she was never needed. Just an unwanted intruder, brushed off as soon as it was okay to.

Fig rubs her shoulders. She doesn’t go to any of her other classes that day.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fig faeth #riz gukgak #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #anyways i wrote this whole thing but felt it didnt add enough to an already existing scene so it got cut from the final draft #but i wrote the whole thing so im sharing it here

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reanbowful · 2 years ago

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Boys with a tomboy reader please^^

I love you and your writing (//•/-/•//)

First of all, THANK YOU AAA!! I’m not sure what tomboy is like to other people but I will write it by how I define it. So it will be more on the personality than their looks.

“boyish”

if you have a boyish personality

*this was harder than I thought, I didn’t want the reader to feel like the ‘not like other girls’ stereotype so I made it like this

(gray, ben, gerard, alex, eugene)

gray yeon / yeon sieun

Suave

When Gray saw you, he noticed that you were unexpectedly more masculine than you appear.

You have certain tendencies to you that makes him feel like he’s talking to a dude(?) rather than a high school girl.

He noticed that you treated your girl friends very gently and that girls in general like you a lot.

“Come on Mijin! I need it for the test next week!”

“Y/N, I told you I’m also shit at biochem. Go ask someone from the upper class.”

“I don’t know anyone there.”

Gray was just passing by the hallway when he saw you and your friend.

“Ah, y/n. Go ask him, he’s at the top of the class.”

Gray shifted his eyes to the two of you, immediately alarmed when he saw a cleaning staff shift his phone just right under your friend’s skirt.

He was about to warn her when you beat him to it.

You grabbed the phone and covered the camera part. Not sure if he managed to take a picture or any sort of footage since you acted very swiftly, but that really could’ve ended very bad.

“Hey, mister. This is premium content, you know. It’s not for free!”

Your friend shifted in horror when she realised what had happen.

The man, humiliated and embarrassed, tries to grab the phone away from you. Which you of course, toss away. To who? The one and only, Gray Yeon.

“Yo! Run!”

Gray cursed under his breath when the man turned to him with crazy eyes and began bolting towards him.

And thus, Gray ran.

“I’ll see you outside!”

Long story short, as he was running, you tripped the man over. Went into his phone using his unconscious body’s face id. (it was quite jarring to see) And thanked Gray for helping you.

“Hey, thanks man. That was really cool of you.”

The way you tapped him on his shoulder as you casually deleted the man’s entire gallery really reminded him of Ben somehow.

I’m honestly not sure how Gray would react, maybe no more than a ‘Wow. They’re kinda cool.’

He will probably notice you more after that, and if you begin to get more involved into his everyday routine, Gray won’t be hesitant to welcome you into his inner circle.

ben park / park humin

Easy Camaraderie

You met Ben at the arcade.

You were both coincidentally playing Tekken on the machine across from each other.

Also coincidental, you’re both ass at it.

Inhaling sharply, you ‘gently’ slammed your hand on the side of the screen. Making it shake Ben’s machine, thus resulting in his loss. (he won’t win even without the distraction)

“Hey! Why did you do that, man?”

“Damn, sorry man, I didn’t see you there. My bad my bad.”

Ben would be slightly taken aback when he turned his head to see that you are a girl.

You raised your brow at him, an awkward pursed smile on your face when he looked your way.

“Oh, um. It’s fine. So, you play too? Any good at it?”

You stood on your chair. Looking over from above his cabinet, peeking at his screen to gauge his skill.

Oh and you thought you were bad, but this guy? This guy is absolute shit.

Scoffing, you jumped down from your chair, throwing an arm over Ben’s shoulder.

“Hm, I think I’m quite okay compared to you. I can teach you a few tricks if you want.”

Don’t fall for it, Ben.

“REALLY?!”

Oh, Ben.

You nodded. Throwing an optimistic thumbs up, completely unaware of just how much of a lost cause this man is.

Within 20 minutes, you could feel a migraine building up. You grimaced when Ben’s character dies yet again.

Ben frowned.

“It’s not working! What am I doing wrong?”

Technically everything.

You bit the inside of your cheek, scrunching your brows to find a way on telling him how much he suck at this game. And that he probably should play something else instead.

“Like, don’t take this the wrong way. But you really suck at this game. Like really bad.”

If he has dog ears, it would definitely lay flat on his head right now.

You nod, tapping his shoulder apprehensively.

It became a routine for you two to play with each other every Wednesday afternoon, every single week.

You would stay there for 4 hours, laughing at each other’s dumb jokes until your ribs ache. And leave exactly 10 minutes before closing time, bidding each other goodbyes with little sentiment over the interaction.

Well, that is until one of you finds themselves waiting eagerly for the next Wednesday to come.

(Idk what kind of dynamic this is, but I like it)

gerard jin / jin gayool

Lightheartedness

“YOU CRAZY BITCH!”

Gerard didn’t notice you at first, but him and the boys were out eating chicken at Ttosikki during one of his day offs.

And you, were also there. With your friends. Eating chicken in peace.

What’s funny about the whole interaction was that it was all a HUGE misunderstanding.

Basically what happened was that you were eating, right. And some sweet couple were just standing over at the street.

You have a weird habit of spacing out while eating, and you just so happened to face this specific couple.

You weren’t looking at them or anything specific really. You’re just.. spaced out.

The girl, however, is getting annoyed at the impression that you’re ogling her boyfriend.

Gerard was seated on the right end of the table, so he could see the whole shit go down in full hd. He knew something was gonna happen, but he doesn’t see why he should intervene since it wasn’t any of his business. And well, you guys are girls so.. he really doesn’t want to get involved.

When it seems like the warning glares the girl sent your way didn’t seem to faze you (once again, you just didn’t see her), she began to march her way towards you.

“Hey.”

“Huh?”

In complete shock, everyone watch as the girl took the can of coke from the table and proceed to pour them all over your head.

Your friend, shocked and also annoyed at the uncalled for action, shoved her away.

“Y-you! What the fuck was that for?!”

“Me? Maybe you should tell your friend not to ogle at other people’s boyfriend.”

At this point, everyone is now looking at your table. This even caught Gray’s attention which was a rare thing to see.

“What did you say now-“

Before your friend could do anything stupid, you pulled her aside and stood up.

Your uniform is drenched, so is your hair.

“It’s okay. I forgive you.”

Was all you said before pulling that girl into a bear hug, making sure to stick all surface of your skin together and really rubbing your hair in there.

“AHHH YOU CRAZY BITCH!”

“What? Wow, I even forgave you because you have a cute face. And you called me a ‘bitch’? Laundry is expensive, you know.”

With red face, the girl ran off pulling her boyfriend away with her while you laughed your head off with your friends at how ridiculous the situation was.

“They handled it really well, huh?”

Gerard watched intently, a small smile rising to his face at how you handled the situation.

“Yeah. That was very cool of them.”

alex go / go hyuntak

Mischievous

Alex was on his way to meet up with Ben when he saw you.

He merely took a glance at you while he was walking. You were talking to a somewhat sketchy looking older man, holding a pack of something(?)

Well, it’s none of his business.

Or was it?

After like ten steps away, Alex could hear the stomping of heavy heels. Through the corner of his eyes, he saw a gust of white. And then he was pulled.

“Wha-!!”

Alex was barely able to keep his balance when you yanked him through the street. He looked at you, then behind him.

The sketchy looking, now crazy looking mf was on fire chasing the two of you. Oh how great this luck of his is.

“WHY ARE WE RUNNING?”

“I’LL EXPLAIN LATER!”

You two ran into a corner alleyway, where you pant and lean back into the wall. Trying to catch your breath. Alex did the same.

“Yo. What the fuck was that?”

You hold your hand up. Retching a little, making Alex grimace.

“Ugh.. yea. So, what happened was-“

You explained to him how this very obvious looking conman was trying to sell you some bullshit. So you pretended to play along and humiliate him afterwards. Not knowing that this was not a conman. But a mf cultist.

“Wtf. So, why did he start chasing after you?”

“I told him it was my boyfriend’s idea.”

“Boyfriend? What do you- Oh fuck no.”

“There you are.”

The two of you turned to see the madman himself standing right there in the open air, looking like he’s ready to bash someone’s head in.

Your eyes widened in horror. But then your body remembered you had a parkour era and jumped straight up onto the red brick wall separating the alleyway.

“HEY BOYFRIEND! JUMP UP HERE!”

You stretched your arm out to Alex who gave a worried look, but hurried over to you when he saw the man approaching behind him.

With a high jump, you pulled Alex up to give him enough leverage to pull himself up and over the other side of the wall.

“I’m y/n by the way.”

“Fuck you, y/n. I’m Alex. By the way.”

eugene gale / seo juntae

Carefree

You and Eugene met when you volunteered in his aunt’s pet store for the summer.

From the get go, Eugene thought you are a very easygoing person. Your way of talking and handling people is very charming, he could see why his aunt likes you.

The two of you have an interesting relationship of friendship but not really.

See, it’s not hard for anyone to fall for you. Eugene is one of the many.

Maybe it’s the way you strike an easy conversation. Or in the way you bob your head, pretending you’re at a concert when it’s closing time and you’re cleaning all by yourself.

Whatever it was, it’s clear now. Eugene didn’t know when he fell for you, but that doesn’t matter now. What does is, what next?

Summer is ending soon, and you will go back to your life. As will he.

Something to note here is that you two never really interacted much than small talks and casual conversations. So he doesn’t even have your contact and socials.

Eugene decided to leave things as it is and just enjoy the moments that you have left in his life.

It was a casual Tuesday when he walked into the store and you were not there.

Looking at his confused expression, his aunt would explain that you started school already and have to stop volunteering.

It left a bittersweet feeling in his heart that your last interaction was left hanging. He doesn’t feel that.. closure in him thinking that he will just see you again but then you’re just.. not there anymore.

Taking his umbrella out, he began to walk home feeling oddly somber.

That is until he heard the busking band. The sound of guitar strums and raw drumming paired with the deafening rain in his ears tuned everything out.

Then he saw you.

All soaked and in the rain. Dancing your heart out. Not caring about how others see you. Laughing and having fun. Just completely free in the best way possible.

Eugene smiled.

You were in his life once. And it was unforgettably beautiful.

It’s time for another to experience your beauty now.

#weak hero manhwa #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader #ben park #alex go #gerard jin #gray yeon #eugene gale

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theartisticcrow · 3 months ago

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Silly Game Time: If you were to become the patron deity of one specific aspect of the *natural* world, which aspect would you choose?

It could be as wide as the sky or as narrow as tide pools, as universal as clouds or as localized as one mountain, as alive as animals or as inanimate as rocks. All that matters is that it's of nature and that it feels right for you.

(Personally, I would chose to be the god of dusk, when the sun sets and day fades from the sky to give way to night's gentler moon and stars.)

I think I would be the deity of the northern lights, providing a bit of hope and joy in a part of the world so cold, so barren.

And if I were to be a deity of just anything, I think I would have something to do with knowledge or the correction of misinformation and injustice. Or perhaps I would have something to do with revolution, seeing as the French Revolution is something I take a large interest in and I did spend 11 days writing a 30 page essay about Maximilien Robespierre, explaining why he was not a dictator and why people think that (reactionary propaganda, mostly).

I am tired and feeling a little depressed with the current state of the world right now. Usually I'm optimistic and hopeful (what else can I do in my current position?) and I am quick to correct the idiocy of other people who think murdering innocent people in somehow justified (yes, I have had to deal with this. My strong sense of social justice that came free with the autism doesn't allow me to let it slide [lol that's pretty much how Robespierre died])... But today I just feel a bit sad. Thus why I'm answering this ask even though it is from so long ago. I think I meant to answer it but I forgot.

Of course, I did see a play literally about the holocaust earlier today, so it shouldn't be surprising that it had some effect on me. It was really well down and honestly had me close to tears at a couple points throughout the performance, which is saying something because I don't get that kind of emotional very easily.

If I could be a deity of anything, I think I'd like to be a deity of Hope.

But on a more positive and amusing side of things, look what I happened upon in the lighting booth today

Saw the little Robespierre cut out yesterday and couldn't help myself. Funniest thing is that I am factually correct, it's hardly even a joke at this point.

All that said and done, I'm probably going to lie down now. Hey, at least I have Friday off tomorrow so I finally get to take a break for the first time in over a week. I've got everything together for my best friend's birthday "party" on Saturday. It'll just be us too, he doesn't have any other close friends (his school kind of sucks and people suck). Plan I think is that we'll go bowling then head back to his place. He hates his birthday yet refuses to tell me why, but I'm determined to make it fun. I have an entire wooden chest full of gifts, plus a Bill Cipher poster that I created, since of course he's a big Gravity Falls fan and kind of turned me into on too.

I also am going to give him a few of my rubber rats, a nice cloak that I spent three days fixing up, a harmonica I found in my closet, some other random things including a traffic cone that I painstakingly managed to fit inside the box, and the Book of Bill, which I know he will be delighted to see. I'm not too worried about him seeing this despite him technically having a tumblr account. I think he's already forgotten about it anyways, so...

And then I've got some government exam or whatever on Monday that I'm required to complete if I want to ever graduate high school, but I'm not too worried about it. I am however super excited for November because my Drama teacher is offering to take anyone from my Drama class who's interested to go see a production of the Sweeney Todd musical, so I'll be seeing that next month.

Haven't really got much else going on aside from schoolwork and a slideshow presentation that I'm working on as a science project and already I have failed to take it seriously. The first slide starts out with the caption: ASTRONOMY TIMELINE "What's the worst that could happen" and then the next slide is the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs, and then one of the dinosaurs in the image is saying "yeah, I'm sure that's edible" which becomes their last words on a gravestone, so you know this is going to be a good presentation.

Also here's a photo I took of a pigeon while I was in Toronto last weekend.

Sorry but also not sorry if this comes off as weird in any way whatsoever. I've gone completely off topic in regards to the original question but honestly it's just a nice excuse to off about my life because writing my thoughts down always makes me feel better.

If you see this and take the time to read this through, I hope you're doing well and that you're safe and comfortable and I hope that you never have to worry about any terrible things because the world is a terrifying place. I hope you have a good day or night. I hope you're okay and you make sure to take care of yourself. I would be deeply saddened to hear if anything bad happened to you, even despite the fact that I hardly know you.

We're all just people trying to survive and make it through another day. We all have our own concerns and internal conflicts. We all possess our own feelings, whether others realise it or not. I don't care if I hardly know you, I still hope that you feel loved and appreciated.

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blametheeditor · 8 months ago

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Terms Of Agreement | Chapter 4

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Run Down: The monster under your bed, the one in the closet, and your sleep paralysis demon fight for custody.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of sleep paralysis, hallucinations, and sleep deprivation. Mentions of death, murder, and accidental deaths. Mentions of treating others as lesser than, addressing someone as 'it'.

Technical bonding time

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“F-Fritz!”

Jeremy’s hug is immediately accepted, Fritz clinging to his best friend even though they saw each other only two days ago. To the redhead, it feels like it’s been a lifetime. “Hey, Jer.”

“Are you r-r-ready for school?” the taller asks. “I-If you’re not, I’m sure if you a-asked-”

“I’m ready,” Fritz smiles. Beaks away from the hug to grab Jeremy’s hand to lead him down the street. Not wanting to linger outside his house for too long less three soul hungry beings decide to come outside and demand he better not be late. Or possibly see it as not appreciating such ‘freedom’ and decide to revoke it. “But thanks for asking.”

“How are y-you? You l-l-look better.”

Fritz would’ve thought Jeremy was just trying to be nice if he hadn’t noticed it himself this morning while starring at the mirror. By no means does he look healthy, and there are still large dark spots under his eyes, but he does look better. Which is weird to think about and not something Vincent, David, or James can claim as their doing. At least intentionally. He has a feeling it had to do with getting a full night’s sleep for the first time since he can remember.

No nightmares. No shadows lurking in the corner. No sounds jolting him awake. Just dreamless sleep until his alarm clock announced it was time to get up.

He gives a shrug. “I’m okay.”

“You won’t be wh-when Mrs. Vance g-g-gives o-our Monday quiz,” Jeremy says, upset himself considering they’ll both be taking it.

“Why didn’t you remind me!”

“I f-f-forgot about it until now!”

And Fritz tries to forget about what’s waiting for him when he goes back home at the end of the school day. Focuses on the fact Jeremy is by his side. That he’s able to go to class like nothing has changed. Get in trouble for not finishing his homework without the threat of death looming over his head.

Would they care about me having bad grades?

The thought forces Fritz to pay attention even as his teacher drones on about math. His best subject, but not the most entertaining one.

Do they know about schoolwork and if I have a project coming up?

Even if they don’t, Fritz can still use it as an excuse to spend more time outside of his house. Maybe he can say doing homework at Jeremy’s house is better for him.

Would they be suspicious or know I’m lying if I claim to have extracurricular activities?

In case they would, Fritz decides to finally snag the flyer advertising the robotics club. His mom would’ve wanted him to at least think about it, especially after making excuse after excuse to not even check it out.

It goes by too quickly. Finds himself walking next to Jeremy through the now open gate as they make their way back home. Back to demons who want to eat his sole, and monsters who don’t realize he could die from the simplest of actions, the promise tonight will be far from a restful one.

“What’d you get on the quiz?” Anything to distract him.

“I got h-half o-of them wrong,” Jeremy murmurs with a wince. “My dad’s n-n-not going to be h-happy.”

“We’ll study sometime this week for the next one, deal?”

“D-Deal.”

Frtiz smiles up at his best friend in the hopes he looks supportive rather than terrified. It’s taking everything in him not to start trembling now that they’re standing outside his house, the front door wide open.

Jeremy gives the sight a confused look. “A-A-Are your caretakers w-waiting for you?”

“Care- um, yeah, they are,” the redhead quickly responds to cover up his own confusion. But off course he’s supposed to have actual ‘caretakers’. A sixteen year old can’t live by themself when there’s a mortgage to pay and food needing to be bought.

...now that he thinks about it, how did Vincent get the ingredients needed for everything he’s cooked so far? Fritz recognized the meat from when his mom bought it a week ago, but he can’t remember the last time there were carrots in the house. And why hasn’t anyone come by to check on him?

Questions he’ll be asking, and hopefully these ones won’t make him regret it.

“Are they n-nice?”

Ha.

“They’ve been taking care of me,” is all Fritz can offer. Then he steals another hug. “See you tomorrow, Jer.”

“H-Have a good night!”

Fritz takes a deep breath as he marches up the steps. Prepares himself for threats, the posibility of being grabbed at any moment, his hatred for carrots used against him.

At least he was ready for when the door slammed shut, immediately diving to the right and curling into a ball so the gust of wind didn’t have him gaining any new bruises. Just an overwhelming feeling of terror that he tries to settle before facing whatever is waiting for him.

He has a feeling he’ll never get used to the sight of a giant standing directly overhead. Even though David’s proven he won’t be crushing Fritz beneath the sole of his expensive leather shoe anytime soon, it does nothing to truly ebb away at his fear.

“Welcome home,” the monster rumbles.

“Good- h-hi,” Fritz corrects himself.

David rolls his eyes. “Vincent informed me you would have homework. Where do you normally get it done?”

So they do know about schoolwork. Or, at least Vincent does and told the other two what to expect from him. Whether or not they want him to keep goods grades is another matter. “The table.”

“Then I suggest you make your way over there.”

With a rapid nod of his head Fritz quickly stands up before walking toward the kitchen table, glad there’s no carpet this time to slow him down. He can’t imagine how slow he’d be while being encumbered by his backpack. Thankfully everything he needs is inside it. He’ll make sure to always be prepared, not wanting to find out what David would think about Fritz needing to go to his room to grab something.

It takes a few minutes due to his concentration to keep a fast pace, but Fritz finally realizes it’s quite inside the house. None of the familiar sounds of Vincent cooking or the three arguing. James and his sleep paralysis demon aren’t in the kitchen.

“M-May I ask where the others are?”

“We have better things to do than babysit you all day,” David growls as he steps directly beside Fritz to earn a flinch. “Vincent reassured us you can survive without a warm meal for a night.”

There’s no elaboration on what those ‘better things’ include. And maybe it’s best he doesn’t know. However, his stomach growls at the thought of not having dinner. Not that he won’t survive, but it’s been a hit or miss for when he’s actually hungry, and he’d much prefer being able to eat whenever he can. Especially because Fritz can make his own food as long as it’s possible for him to.

David will never open the door, though. Meaning he’ll just need to get into the habit of packing snacks.

Fritz holds back a sigh as he continues on his journey. Stops when the shadow of the round wooden table falls over him, taking a moment to stare directly up. Feels his stomach twist at the thought of somehow climbing up such a massive height.

“Um, how do I-?”

He should’ve known. David’s only tried to pick him up once, and Vincent taught the monster how to do it safely. Yet he hadn’t expected suddenly being lifted up as the straps to his backpack become the only things keeping him from plummeting to his death as the ground gets further and further away.

Fritz tries to scream as he curls up tightly, pleading his grip doesn’t falter. Somehow being able to recognize it was done slowly enough he didn’t feel like he was going to be ripped from his lifeline, but it still makes his heart stop. Kicks when the table is close enough to safely land. Lets go of the straps willingly in order to roll away and not get injured by his books crashing against him once the fingers released their grip.

Except his backpack isn’t let go, David watching him with amusement. “I have to admit, the theatrics can be entertaining at times.”

At least I didn’t end up with a concussion.

He fully expected needing to do something in order to get his backpack back, but the monster drops into onto the table, apparently already bored with it. The only problem is how far the bag fell, landing with a heavy thump. Thank goodness there wasn’t anything breakable inside, but that’s yet another thing to think about. Who knew having three giants living with him would be so exhausting aside from the part of them making him constantly fear for his life.

Speaking of complicated, because he’s small enough to stand on the table means he can’t use it properly. Which means he’ll have to hunch over and balance a folder on his knee in order to get the worksheet done. It’s either that, or he asks David to see if there’s a way they can compromise.

Before he can even think about actually asking, a stack of papers thick enough it could crush him are suddenly dropped onto the table, eliciting a scream as it causes the entire table to shake.

“Move,” David commands as he nudges Fritz with a finger. “For such a miniscule thing, you certainly know how to constantly get in the way.”

The teenager doesn’t argue as he quickly darts closer to the center of the table. Even though he hadn’t realized he had apparently been in the way. Or this was the first time he truly had been. All that matters is keeping the being who will be visiting him tonight as happy as possible so there’s no reason to cause extra suffering. “S-Sorry.”

Fritz tries not to watch papers capable of causing much more than a simple paper cut. Walks away from the giant already focused on his own work before finally settling down himself. Can’t help but flinch at the sound of a pen being used to write sounding more like a torture device as it berates his ears.

Somehow, this is what makes him feel the most out of place in his own home. His heart clenches when Vincent cooks because that’s something his mother should be doing. But seeing David use the table properly while he’s barely big enough to be a paperweight, it drives in the fact this isn’t his home anymore. And it never will be. Because he’s going to lose his soul, and then it won’t matter.

I need to get my homework done.

Deep breaths. Take things one step at a time. This is his new normal now.

Despite the amplified sounds of motions Fritz himself is doing after beginning to fill in answers to his math problems, he manages to mostly ignore it. Flinches whenever David growls or balls up a paper, terrified that will happen to him, he’s able to concentrate. Finish up math and move onto social- he'll save that one for later. But he’ll try to get through English.

David suddenly stands up from his chair. Leaves the table without a word as Fritz yelps as he falls onto his side from the unexpected earthquake.

A quick look at his phone barely holding on to its battery life leaves him blinking in disbelief about four hours have passed. The longest he’s ever done something without deciding to do something else instead. Good news, all of his homework’s finished and a few paragraphs of the essay due next week written. Bad news, his body is not happy, both from sitting in such a contorted position for so long and the fact he hasn’t eaten since lunch at 11 this morning.

“Here.”

Fritz jolts before staring at...a plate balanced on David’s finger. Too confused at the sight to take it.

“I thought-t-”

“I said warm meal,” David sighs. It’s the clear annoyance that has the teenager quickly grabbing the plate. “You’ll have to deal with cold left overs.”

He recognizes the bacon and eggs from yesterday morning, the plate he left untouched after spotting it in the fridge this morning in favor of making his own hashbrowns and toast knowing there will be almost no other time when he’d get to cook.

True to David’s word, both the plate and food are cold. And Fritz quickly begins eating even after noticing the lack of a fork.

With work done and the howling from his stomach quieting down, Fritz finds himself looking at the documents David still has spread out. Staring at symbols he’s never seen before. Ones that start to move.

“Don’t stare at them too long,” the monster snaps with a glance at the startled teenager. “These aren’t meant for mortal eyes.”

“W-Would it forfeit the custody battle?” Fritz asks. Terrified he almost made even bigger enemies with those who already want him dead.

David suddenly laughs. Dark and sinister. Aims a sneer down at the cowering figure, becoming more like a soulless monster rather than an annoyed business man. “Oh no. You’d simply lose your mind.”

It can be said Vincent terrifies him the most. Out of all three, Fritz is most familiar with his sleep paralysis demon. Is well aware what the demon’s abilities are. And due to James making it blatantly clear he views Fritz as nothing more than an object that’s just out of reach instead of a person with thoughts and feelings, it earned the monster under the bed second place on the terror scale.

David still terrifies him, but it’s not as drastic as the other two. While James may be clueless when it comes to certain things, the monster in the closet tends to come off as incompetent. A genuine threat, just incredibly likely to accidentally kill him before he chooses any of them.

But now? One on one? It’s clear he completely misjudged David.

“James might’ve been right,” the monster muses, watching Fritz tremble. “It seems like you don’t have any manners. Not when your eyes wonder where they shouldn’t be.”

He didn’t see the hand reaching for him until fingers are pinching his chest and back. Fritz doesn’t even kick as he’s lifted up, only attempts to hug the finger as tightly as possible to ensure he doesn’t die when he’s inevitably let go. All but whimpers at the sight of pure black pupils staring at him with indifference.

“I believe a lesson is in order. You clearly wanted to read my documents, so why don’t I just let you?”

No, please, I’m sorry!

Fritz clenches his eyes shut tightly, refusing to open them as vertigo makes his stomach flip, knows he’s been lowered closer to the symbols.

“Come now, Fritz. A bit disrespectful to not appreciate my kind gesture, don’t you think?”

“I-I-I'm sorry!” the redhead pleads as he frantically shakes his head, the motion making him dizzy. “I’ll never-r do it again! Please! I'm s-sorry-!”

Fritz screams as he’s let go, eyes opening to see the unimpressed look right before he slams onto a semi-hard surface. One that leaves him gasping for air after painfully knocking it out of him. Nothing’s broken, though, no internal organs ruptured.

He feels the now familiar footsteps of a giant carrying him somewhere. Coughs in pain as he’s slid off what he finally realizes was a hand.

“I suggest you get some rest,” David says. Makes Fritz flinch as a finger invades his space. Realizes it was to nudge open the door to his room. “You’re going to need it.”

Fritz doesn’t wait for the monster to leave. He dives into his room, shakingly slams the door shut, and barely manages to make it to his bed before going limp. But despite how exhausted he is, his body can’t stop the trembles as he falls into a dreamless sleep.

#woot!#look at me being productive #got this posted before it's dark outside!#definitely did not write this instead of doing homework HAHA #but I hope ya'll enjoy!#FNAF bois #g/t #giant #tiny #BTE writing #Terms Of Agreement #Terms Of AU #cw #content warning

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random-nimona-fan-stuff · 1 year ago

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idk where this came from, but have some smut drabble.

tw: Todd, classism, nsfw, dick-measuring contest, invasion of privacy

It was pretty late by time Todd strolled into the Institute showers. Cadets weren’t technically allowed in the Knight’s Baths, but he was nearly a Knight himself and no one would dare turn away a Sureblade. He took a moment to pucker his lips at a mirror, admiring his physique, before setting down his bath tote. As he sorted through bottles and brushes, he realized he could hear water running.

Well of course Todd, he was in a bathroom, where there was water and stuff. He was so smart. Todd Rules! He peeked down the row of shower stalls. The privacy shield was only active on the last stall, obscuring from calf to crown. The Institute claimed it was to prevent sharing showers and other such activities among the cadets. He heard a splash and caught a glimpse of dark calves and pale soles.

He shrugged and was going to turn back to his stuff, but then he heard a muffled moan. Todd’s eyes shot open, his brain reaching for straws until something connected.

Was that – sex? Whoa!

Todd had never seen or heard sex before. Sure, he’d instigated plenty dick measuring contests in the student barracks – had some crazy results once people started taking their hormones as they got older too. He’d always made sure he was biggest and first until they finally saw GoldenGroin’s contribution to the cadet Hall of BDE Fame. Sure, he’d jacked off plenty, even in the showers, to deepfakes of Ballister. He’d seen videos on the internet, really, who hadn’t? But he hadn’t seen it, or heard it, in real life.

Todd’s mouth turned up in a nasty grin as he realized the only cadet who didn’t shower immediately after class let out was his favourite punching bag– Ballister. He knew the little shit was just avoiding his mandatory entry to the hazing dick measurement contest out of shame. And now he was jerking it in the shower, and Todd grinned with a half thought out idea to interrupt and finally see what little junk the peasant must be hiding between his legs.

“Hey Ballister! Finally washing off that street rat stink?” he called down the hall, strolling towards his victim. He hadn’t got the commoner to submit to the yearly dick measurement contest, even when his bro Goldenloin had finally joined in the juvenile games. There was a strangled noise in response.

“Make sure to get between those hairy cheeks too, you gross fcking peasant. Won’t matter anyway – you’re just wasting your time, stinking up the place. You know they’ll never knight you,” Todd taunted, reaching for the privacy shield.

Ballister’s plump, round asscheeks held his mortified gaze first. The peasant cadet knelt on the shower floor, his muscled arms tightly clutching the golden thighs wrapped around his head. Those tan legs over the street rat’s shoulders were connected to the hip bone, connected to the spine bone – connected to one Golden Boy pinned to the shower wall with his golden loins swallowed to the hilt in the commoner’s stretched mouth. Water splashed over them, Ambrosius’ wet blonde hair thrown back as he stuffed a fist in his mouth to keep quiet.

Todd dropped his eyes and they nearly popped out. Hanging flaccid between Ballister’s legs was a monster dong . Todd couldn’t stop staring at it, watching as a dribble of spunk dripped to the tiles from the swole head. He swore the massive brown cock was touching the floor as the peasant knelt between Ambrosius’ legs, deep-throating the most noble dick in the realm. Todd looked up again with his face on fire, and met Goldenloin’s furious glare. Caught. He was gonna die he was gonnadiegonnadie-

GET THE FCK OUT, LEAVE NOW! Goldenloin mouthed at him, lips twisted in a snarl. GET THE FCK OUT NOW OR I WILL FCKING CASTRATE KILL YOU WHEN I COME FOR YOU.

Todd stumbled backwards from the Golden Glare, and fled. Goldenloin would be coming for him for this one, and he wasn’t sure he was going to survive this time.

#goldenheart #ballister x ambrosius #ambrosius x ballister #thoddeus sureblade #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart

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cupidbedsy · 5 months ago

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𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗺 ; 𝘭𝘩43 ୨୧

➪ summary: meeting luke was unexpected, but so was him wanting to come to every rehearsal and performance of hers

➪ warnings: reader has crappy parents, parents not showing up to events, lack of eating

➪ word count: 8.0k

➪ file type: fic - reupload

➪ sunny's notes: ahhhhhh the band fic that i will always remember staying up until like two in the morning to write because i was so proud of it. this is projecting 100% but this fic is so near and dear to me that i of course had to post it on my last day of high school band camp. a full circle :)

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Y/n always said she never minded, but Luke knew better. He knew that every time she looked out into those stands and saw the absence of her parents and siblings would always hurt her. She knew that marching band wasn’t the most entertaining thing in the world but the least they could do was be supportive. They sat through hours upon hours of baseball games where their sons wouldn’t even get a chance to go up to bat, they sat through hours and hours of concerts where they couldn’t even hear their daughters sing. But how come when it came to her, they wouldn’t spend even twenty minutes to see her on the field, a time they could actually see her do something?

Though, she told Luke over and over again that it didn’t bother her. She had her friends by her side who made the long Friday nights of football where their team would be getting crushed better, made basketball games where no one cared about whether or not they were there better, and made the excruciating heat better, who made the long bus rides and long days of competitions better. But who else was there to see that? No one, that was until she met Luke.

It was during their freshman year of high school, just as the football season was coming to a close and hockey season had started about two weeks ago. She was walking through the hallways on her way to the band hallway when she bumped into him, he was sweaty from gym, his curls straightening out in the slightest. As soon as she saw him she was slightly star-struck, she wasn’t in the tiniest bit prepared for this to happen, “Hi. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Luke thought she was pretty right off the bat, the way she seemed shy but talked loud, the way she fiddled with the bracelet around her wrist, the way her smile was awkward but genuine, much like his own.

The two stood in silence and then the warning bell rang, signaling that there were now two minutes to get to class. Luke and y/n looked startled by the bell, both of them had spaced out while looking at each other, “Oh, what do you have next?”

She looked up at him, surprised by the question, “Lunch, technically. And you?”

“Oh weird, I have lunch too. How come I’ve never seen you there?”

“I have band right now until the season is over. We go out for a period and a half to work on the show and then we get the last half of next period to eat lunch.”

“You only get 20 minutes to eat lunch?”

She nodded, a smile growing on her face, “Yeah. Um, I should probably go, but it was nice to meet you.”

She ran off, not allowing Luke to properly introduce himself. He was going to call after her but she was gone before he could think about the words to say. He went the rest of the day thinking about the interaction and her, and she did too. She allowed herself to be delusional for once, thinking about what it would feel like to have a boyfriend and for him to show up to her events.

The next day, she found herself rushing to the band hallway, having left her last class late. She was just about there when she heard a voice call, “Hey!”

At first, she didn’t realize it was her that the voice was talking to. She hadn’t remembered the last time someone had actively sought her out. However, once the voice called again she stopped and looked around and saw Luke standing there with a smile on his face, “Hi.”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“You have?” She looked confused and bewildered at the same time, moving to her locker to get her instrument.

He nods, leaning against the set of lockers next to her, “Yeah. For starters, I was wondering your name and if I could get your-”

He was cut off by a group of students coming up, saying excuse me so they could get to their lockers. She looks at him as her lock opens, handing it to him, “Thank you.”

She grabs her instrument and her shoes before grabbing the lock back and locking her locker. She ushers him to follow her, walking into the band room and throwing her stuff down. Luke talked to her as they walked, explaining how he wondered what her name was and if they could exchange numbers. Once again, she was taken by surprise and then saw her friends enter the room, “Um sure. What do you have next period?”

“Uh study hall.”

“Okay, cool. I’ll meet you in the library then?” She was changing her shoes and saw her friends approaching faster and faster, “See you later.”

She then pushed him out of the room through the nearest exit. Luke was lost as he was shoved into the hallway, watching her throw her hair into a ponytail as she walked away. He heard her tell her friends that she had forgotten a jacket and that she was going to freeze to death. He decided to wait for her, thinking about giving her the extra hoodie that he brought in case he forgot his own.

When she came walking out of the band room a few minutes later, he caught her arm and she turned around, “Hi?”

Her friends looked at her in amusement, eyebrows raising. They didn’t say anything, just walked away and left her there on her own, “I heard you say you were cold.”

“Um yeah, I’m fine though, thank you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind giving you this,” he held out the hoodie and she gazed at it with curiosity.

“Really?”

He nodded, encouraging her to take it, “I’ll give it back to you next period.”

He shrugged it off, not too worried about if she did decide to keep it. She walked away, heading outside while putting the hoodie on. She smiled at it being too big, it must’ve been one he got from his brothers or one he got in the wrong size. As she caught up with her friends, she could hear them talking about the boy she had just been talking to, still not knowing his name.

“What is it?”

“That’s Luke Hughes!”

“Who?”

“Luke Hughes?”

“Not ringing any bell here.”

“He’s a really good hockey player, and so are his brothers. Quinn, his oldest, is supposed to be drafted in next year’s draft, he just started college this year. And Jack, he’s a junior right now, everybody is saying he’s supposed to be drafted in two years.”

“And you all know this because?”

“Because the Hughes brothers are hot y/n/n. Actually, hockey men are hot, but three brothers? Come on.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, placing her things down on the turf, “Did he give you his hoodie?”

“Yeah…?” Her friends squealed, “Guys it’s not a big deal. He probably doesn’t like me. Do you remember the last time I dated someone, let alone someone who I liked that liked me back?”

“Yes.” Her friends said in a deadpan voice, “You talk about it all the time.”

“Well, I just think it’s worth mentioning since he thought the Earth was flat! And then the other guy I liked made me cry at homecoming! There is no way in the world that Luke Hughes, who, if he is who you say he is, would like me.”

The three friends eyed each other and then looked at y/n, “We’ll see about that.”

Band was slow that day as it usually was, they went over the one spot in song four that was troubling people the most. If they didn’t want them to struggle, they shouldn’t have given them choreography for eight counts right before a huge change in tempo and the hardest spot in the music. When it was over, she slugged her way back to the school, her legs ached and her arms too from holding up her instrument.

She put her things away, now walking to the library instead of going to lunch. She had work to do, and a test next period as well. When she got there she spotted Luke right away, he was scrolling on his phone, laughing every once in a while. She walked up to the table he sat at, placing her water bottle down and letting her backpack fall down to the ground with a thud. She plopped down into her chair with a groan and placed her head on her forearms.

Luke looked up from his phone from the moment the metal of her water bottle touched the table and watched the girl with amusement in his eyes, “Why hello there.”

“Hi.”

“Shouldn’t you be eating lunch?”

She sat up, “‘M not hungry. Plus I have to study for a test next period.

He nodded, shoving his phone into his pocket, “You want help?”

“Sure.” Y/n reached into her backpack and pulled out the green folder, “Bio?”

“The actual fucking death of me.”

Luke helped her study for the next twenty minutes, stopping occasionally just to look at her. The librarian was watching from afar, silently admiring the two. She knew that the two were going to end up together, there was something about the way Luke looked at her even if they had just met the day before. When she announced that there were five minutes left of the period, y/n started packing up and thanked Luke for his help.

“No problem, now I think you still owe me your number.”

“Oh right, give me.” She held out her hand for his phone to which he placed it in her hand.

She typed her number in and saved her contact name as ‘Y/n’ with a teddy bear emoji, “Why a teddy bear?”

“I don’t know, it was the first emoji I thought of.” Luke shrugged and texted her so she’d have his number too, “Save mine as Lukey with the honey emoji!”

“Honey?”

“Yes?”

“You’re a dork. No but actually why the honey emoji?”

“So that way our contact emojis are Winnie the Pooh,”

“That is the cutest and stupidest thing I have ever heard.” She stood up and immediately felt dizzy.

She placed a hand on the table and closed her eyes, “Are you okay?”

“Uh yeah, just a little dizzy. I’ll be fine.”

Luke looked at her apprehensively, he knew she wasn’t but he let it go. He walked her to class, neither of them noticing she was still wearing his sweatshirt, and wished her luck on the test. Over the next week and a half, the two texted each other non-stop with random updates on their lives and random conversations. It was now the next Thursday, a day before the last game of the season and everyone was excited as it was the rivalry game.

Luke and y/n sat next to each other outside after school, she had rehearsal later in the evening and Luke had said he wanted to stay with her. Jack had already left and he wasn’t going to leave her there alone. They sat at the picnic table outside of the school, she was working on homework as Luke scrolled on his phone occasionally glancing up at her.

She didn’t eat lunch again today and he wasn’t sure if it was because she wasn’t hungry or because she didn’t want to. When he noticed her eyes dropping he grew more concerned, “You okay?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m good. Why?”

“I don’t know, you just look like you’re not okay.”

“I should probably eat something, haven’t been able to yet.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t eat breakfast, it makes me sick and lunch well after band and only have twenty minutes to eat, my appetite is practically non-existent.”

“You wanna walk to the store?”

“Sure.”

The two got up and set out to the store, making jokes along the way. She was wearing one of Luke’s sweatshirts, he had given it to her earlier today when he found out she had once again forgotten her own. Luke had only met her a week ago and he was protective of her. There was something about her that just made him want to shield her from everything harmful that could come her way.

Luke offered to pay for her food as they checked out but she declined even after giving minutes of them just standing there and Luke pestering her. An old lady who was checking out next to them looked at them fondly, “You should let him pay, dear. It’s not every day that someone is going to come around begging for you to let them pay.”

Y/n felt butterflies appear in her stomach, looking between the lady and up at Luke. She finally nodded, accepting her fate and letting Luke pay. She thanked him endlessly as they walked back to the school, linking arms with him as she could feel herself getting dizzy again, “So what are you doing this weekend, Hughes?”

“Hockey probably, but I’d have to look. What about you?”

“We got a band competition, it’s kind of like state for us.”

“Oh, that’s cool.”

She shrugged, not really wanting to go, “It’s gonna be a long day and my- never mind.”

“No, what is it?”

She shook her head, sitting down and taking the food out of her bag. Luke looked at her confused, saddened by her sudden mood drop. He could tell that she didn’t want to talk about it but he was nosey, and he really wanted to know, “Come on. You can tell me.”

She sighed, “All of my friends’ parents are going and my parents don’t even bother to show up to football games. They only bother to show up for the kids that could do something successful.”

Luke was foreign to the way she was feeling, well for the most part. He didn’t know what it was like for his parents to not show up for games, sure they couldn’t come to every game but they came to games that they could make it for and the important ones. He understood what it felt like to be overshadowed, however, not that he really was. It was more of a thought rather than an actuality.

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you feel sorry for me. Don’t, please.”

“I’m not.” She raised an eyebrow but stopped the conversation.

“How are you getting home tonight?”

“My friend is taking me.”

“Let me take you.”

“Luke, you can’t even drive.”

“No I know that but I’ll stay here and then-”

She laughed, interrupting him, “You are not going to stay here for another two and a half hours, Luke.”

“And why not?”

“Because you have to go home, I’m surprised you even offered to stay here with me until rehearsal started.”

“But I want to be.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I just want to be there for you.”

She gave him an awkward smile, shocked once again by his actions and words. She pondered about what to do, she didn’t want him to have to stay later than he already had offered. On the other hand, it felt nice knowing that someone wanted to be there for her, to go to her activities for her even if it was just a practice.

She carefully eyed him up and down, “Okay, but keep in mind I wasn’t the one who made you stay.”

He smiled and held his hands up in surrender. He followed her as she walked through the school to the band room, stopping at her locker to grab her instrument and other things. He followed her through the band room and out the doors to the football field, looking like a lost puppy. She sat with her friends as they waited for football practice to be over, Luke sitting behind her on his phone.

“So, why is he here?”

“Why is who here?”

Her friends gestured with their heads to the boy who sat a couple of feet behind them, “Him.”

“Oh, I don’t know. He said he wanted to come.”

“Oh my god, y/n! This means you can finally get over-”

“Shut up. He doesn’t like me and I don’t like him, it’s simple. Plus, I haven’t liked… you know who, for a while. I don’t even think I liked him in the first place.”

“Uh huh, sure. You are in delusion, my friend. And you have convinced yourself that neither of you has feelings for each other. No one wants to be at a band rehearsal, not even the people in band want to be here, and Luke Hughes wants to be here? For you?”

“It’s nothing, can we just drop it?”

“Yeah, yeah. So I heard that Sydney and Max were having sex in the practice rooms.”

Y/n spit out her water causing Luke to look up from his phone, slightly chuckling, “You what?”

“So is this what you guys do all the time before practice?”

“Rehearsal. And if by ‘this’ you mean sitting around and talking about the band drama, yes.”

“Am I allowed to be let in on it or is it strictly like ‘band kids’ only.”

One of y/n’s friends looked at him, “Don’t call us band kids. And of course, you can join us. Any friend of our dear y/n is welcome.”

Y/n glared at the girl as she heard Luke moving closer. Luke felt bold as he wrapped an arm around the girl’s waist, watching as her eyes widened. She didn’t say anything, didn’t move, she just sat there slightly terrified. She looked in between her friends who smirked at her in response. Luke sat there smug, waiting for them to start talking, “So. What’s this about who and who having sex in the practice rooms?”

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Luke could honestly say this was the longest he had willingly gone without his phone, including hockey practice. He had sat in the stands the whole time, eyes trained on y/n no matter where she went. If she was backfield, that’s where he would be staring, if she was on the left side of the field, that’s where he would be staring.

He watched as she grew increasingly tired from the multiple reps of just one move they made them do, he honestly thought he could do it himself at this point. He was in awe, really, he never knew how much time and effort the band put in to do a seven-minute show for people who didn’t care about it. Everyone looked exhausted and he wasn’t sure if they were just done with band or just actually tired, or both.

There was one moment during rehearsal when he saw y/n lug herself over to where the band directors were and talk with them. A minute after that he watched as she took a seat on the bench and watched her fellow band members. He was confused and worried, wanting nothing more than to walk over there and ask her what was wrong but he promised her that he wouldn’t interrupt her no matter what.

She was embarrassed, she had felt his eyes on her the whole time. She didn’t know why he wanted to be here, it gave her an unfamiliar feeling in her stomach, one of feeling important for once. Her friends made little nudges and jokes at her for the three hours they were on the field, only shutting up when they were yelled at. When they were talking at the end of rehearsal, she couldn’t help but continue to look over at him, causing her to be startled when she realized she was picked to give the speech today.

“Hi everyone! Um, good rehearsal tonight, this season has been absolutely amazing and I hope you all feel the same way. I don’t think there’s anything else to say other than tomorrow is game day!” She paused as everyone whooped around her, “And we have our competition on Saturday so let’s make these next few runs of the show our best, and let’s go home because I’m tired.”

They all listened as the band directors gave their final announcements, call time for Friday and Saturday, the itinerary, and whatnot. When it was over, Luke met her at the entrance of the gate and reached out to take something of hers but she shook her head, “I’m good, thank you though.”

He awkwardly pulled his hands back and nodded, walking beside her into the school, “Are you sure your brother is okay with taking me home? I don’t want to inconvenience you guys and Stella said it was okay to take me home.”

He shook his head, “Of course, you can. You’re not inconveniencing anyone. I promise.”

She gave him a genuine smile, “Thank you, Luke.”

“Anytime.”

She put her things away, saying goodbye to her friends before walking out of the school with Luke. They stood at the entrance, Luke trying to spot his brother’s car, and when he did he turned to her, “Just give me one moment.”

She nodded, confusion written on her face as she watched him run over to the car.

“Hey, I thought we were taking your girlfriend home.”

“One, not my girlfriend. And two, can you please not embarrass me or her? She’s really uncomfortable around new people.”

Jack could see the way his younger brother was panicking, “Yeah, sure.”

Luke thanked him and then ran back over to y/n, taking hold of her hand and dragging her to the car. He opened up the back passenger side door and allowed her to climb in, him climbing in after her. She looked between him and the front seat, “I thought you would’ve sat up there.”

“Trust me, I know how awkward it is to ride in the back of someone’s car when you only know one person.”

The car was silent for a minute, y/n trying to think of something to say besides directing Jack to her house. She figured she should probably say thank you to him even though everything else in her was yelling at her not to. She was never the best at making conversation with people, let alone with people she didn’t know.

“Thank you for taking me home, I’m sorry it was such a last-minute thing.”

Jack glanced up at her through the rearview mirror, “No problem, honestly.”

She gave him an awkward smile, nodding and redirecting her gaze to outside the car window. Luke’s hand slowly made its way over to her lap as he took ahold of her hand again. She didn’t move her head, simply just squeezing his hand back as a thank you.

When they got to her house, she thanked Jack once again before getting out of the car. Luke jumped out and told his brother to wait for him as he went to talk to her, “Hey!”

She stopped in her tracks at the voice and turned around, arms coming to wrap themselves around her as she shivered from the cold, “What’s up?”

“I’m going tomorrow.”

“To where?”

“You’re game.”

Her cheeks reddened at the confession, “It’s not my game.”

He threw his head back and groaned, “You know what I mean.”

She giggled a little, “Yeah. You don’t have to Luke, I mean you came to our practice which was more than enough for me. You didn’t even have to come for that.”

He took both of her hands this time into his own, “I know but I really want to. Pleaseeeeee.”

“Okay fine. But no complaining again.”

“Aye aye, captain.”

He saluted her as she walked up the steps to her door, making sure she got in okay before even thinking of turning back to the car. On the way home, Jack made digs at his brother for being whipped for the girl he had only known for a little more than a week. When it went quiet for two minutes, Luke mulled over the idea of her competition on Saturday and what she had told him.

“Do you think Mom and Dad would let me go to y/n’s competition on Saturday?”

“Depends on where it is.” Jack turned onto their street, not even bothering to glance at him until he said where it was.

“Michigan?!”

“What? It’s not that far.”

“Dude it’s three hours!”

“Okay, but we can see Quinn too.”

Jack eyed him carefully, “You can ask them but don’t expect a yes.”

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“Can we please go?”

“Luke.” Ellen’s tone was sympathetic but stern as she talked to him, “We can’t just drive three hours, especially on this short notice to a band competition. I mean we haven’t even met this girl, have we?”

“No, but. I figured we could make a little trip out of it! We can see Quinn and you guys can hang out with him while I’m there so that way you don’t have to sit through bands because I know for a fact that you don’t want to. And plus, I know you haven’t met her but she’s super nice, Mom.”

Ellen looked conflicted but Luke’s next words broke her heart and tipped her over the edge, “She has no one going to support her.”

“Fine, we can go. But this is the last time you can ask us for stuff for a while.”

“What?!”

The three laughed as they heard Jack’s shocked voice echo through the house.

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Luke sat happily with a few of his friends at the football game, two sweatshirts on due to the cold. The stands were packed with parents, students, and siblings as they cheered on their football team, yelling out random chants at the other team. There was a clashing of colors as some of the rival school’s people made their way over to their side of the stands. On the opposite side of the field, the opposing team’s student section was packed to the brim, almost filling up half of the stands.

He sat on the edge of the student section, right where there was caution tape separating the band and the rest of the student population. He had glanced over there a few times, trying to find y/n but he had no look. Finally, when someone he knew was close enough he yelled out her name, “Stella!”

Stella, one of y/n’s friends turned her head quickly and her eyes immediately landed on Luke, “Hi, Luke. What brings you to this fine occasion?”

“Where’s y/n?”

Stella somewhat grimaced, “Last I heard she wasn’t feeling well and was on her way to the bathroom.”

Luke’s eyes flooded with concern, “Is she okay?”

She merely shrugged and went to say something but one of her friends came up and joined the conversation, “Hey guys!”

The two-eyed Lee who was frankly too happy to be at a high school football game, “Have you seen y/n?”

“Oh yeah! She was getting some water, and said she felt better. I think she was coming up-”

“Hi.”

The three then looked at the girl who stood awkwardly, her hair sweaty in her high ponytail from being in the shako for too long. She looked paler than normal, her eyes looked tired and were accompanied by the dark circles beneath them, “I didn’t actually think you would come.”

He stood up, looking around him before climbing over the caution tape, “Of course I did.”

Stella and Lee walked off, leaving the two to talk amongst themselves, “Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah, I just get nervous for games and get extremely drained.”

He nodded, watching as she flipped through her music to find the song they were supposed to be playing the next time they were able to play, “What’s that?”

“It’s my flip folder, it holds all of our stand tunes that we play during timeouts or between quarters or whenever the play stops. How come you're so interested all of a sudden?”

“I was just curious.” He held his hands up in surrender and she laughed, “Such a dork.”

Throughout the game, Luke listened to her play in awe, he could tell her voice was becoming more and more horse as she screamed and cheered. He didn’t realize how much the band actually contributed during games, they definitely did more than the student section did, that was for sure. When they left for halftime, she made Luke hold her things which he didn’t mind doing.

He watched their performance intently, his eyes moving to wherever y/n was standing. He realized that most people had left during halftime, especially during the band’s performance and he couldn’t understand why. The band was pretty good, definitely better than their football team. When they were done, he watched as she somewhat stumbled off the field, not sure if she was tired, excited, or sick.

She was hugging her friend's arm tightly, “I can’t believe that was our last halftime of the year.”

“Hey, we still got three more years of this left.”

“Ugh, I know. Don’t remind me.”

“So how’s your little boyfriend up there?”

Y/n’s eyes widened, “Not my boyfriend!”

“Okay, seriously, y/n/n. When was the last time you saw anybody’s boyfriend or girlfriend or partner that wasn’t in band go to a football game for band, let alone a practice?” She merely shrugged, wanting nothing more than to stop this conversation.

“When you realize I’m right, I’ll be waiting to say ‘I told you so’.”

She groaned, “Stop. Please. I just want to enjoy the friendship, I haven’t had one like this in years.”

“Okay.”

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After the game she found Luke standing on the steps to the school. She was shocked, she thought he would’ve already gone home due to the time. She sat down beside him and nudged his shoulder, “Hey.”

Luke looked up quickly, a smile making its way onto his face, “Hi.”

“What are you still doing here?”

“Partially I’m waiting for you but also I have to wait for Jack or my mom.”

She nodded, understanding. She was too tired to care that her head was slowly leaning to one side, ultimately giving up and letting it rest on his shoulder. Luke was shocked by the added pressure on his shoulder but didn’t mind it, truthfully.

He smiled down at her and looked for the car, “How are you getting home?”

She let out a yawn as she tried to answer, “I don’t know.”

Luke looked at her bewildered, “You don’t know?!”

She nodded, still keeping her head on his shoulder, “Yeah.”

“You want us to take you home?”

“No, I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“Too bad. You’re coming with us.”

This time she didn’t protest and just waited for him to say that whoever was here to pick him up was here. Luke debated on whether or not to tell her that he was going to go tomorrow. He decided to be quiet, formulating a plan on how to surprise her tomorrow. His mom pulled up a few minutes later, watching as he soon lightly shook the girl who was leaning on him awake.

Luke helped y/n to the car, allowing her to get in first like he did the previous night, “Hi Mrs. Hughes. I’m y/n. I’m so sorry about this, I wasn’t planning on your son being so persistent about taking me home.”

At this Ellen chuckled, “Of course he was. It’s no problem, honey.”

Y/n directed Ellen to her house, making small talk with her as a way to keep her awake, “So, Luke tells me you have a competition tomorrow.”

She side-eyed Luke before answering, “Yeah, at the University of Michigan. It’s kind of like state for band I guess.”

Ellen nodded, “Did Luke tell you we are going there too this weekend?”

“No, he did not.”

“Yes, well, his older brother goes there and we figured it would be nice to go visit him.”

“Oh that’s cool, I didn’t know that.”

She pulled into the driveway a few minutes after that and the two said goodbye to one another and Luke, like last night, walked her to the door, “Why didn’t you tell me you were going there?”

“I was going to surprise you actually.”

She looked at him suspiciously, “Well, if you have time, let me know and you should come see us.”

“Are you telling me to come watch you guys?” He said teasingly.

“Just this once.”

“I’ll be there.”

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At the stadium the next day, y/n had found Luke after they performed and they sat together as they watched the rest of the bands perform and the awards. Despite having just done a 7-minute show in her band uniform, she was cold and her sweatshirt provided the least amount of warmth.

Luckily, Luke had brought an extra sweatshirt and a blanket just for this, knowing how much she got cold. She took it gratefully, wasting no time in throwing it on. Luke asked her questions about certain things in the others’ performances, what songs they were, and what moves they were doing. At one point they got bored and started writing different show names in the programs for each band.

When awards came around, she was getting increasingly tired, “I have a question.”

“Go for it.”

“Do you wanna meet my family?”

Y/n looked at him with wide eyes, “Meet your what?”

“My family. Well, you’ve already met Jack and my mom but Quinn and my dad you haven’t.”

“Luke…”

“What?”

She held tears in her eyes as she thought over his words. Luke frowned when he noticed the tears, “What’s wrong?”

“Luke, we've only known each other for what? A week and a half at best?”

“Yeah…?”

“I guess, I just don’t understand why you want me to meet them.”

“Because you’re amazing. And like you said, I know I’ve only known you for a week and a half, but you are truly one of the best friends, if not the best friend, I have ever had. You’re talented, smart, funny, and I love spending time with you.”

She looked at him shocked, not knowing what to say. No one had said this to her before, and if they had it wasn’t to this extent. Luke was truly perfect in her opinion, he was nice, charming, funny, cute, supportive, and he was everything she would ever want. However, she knew him liking her was never a possibility, she had to push that to the back of her mind, the furthest away.

She gave him an awkward smile, unsure of how this conversation was going to continue. She was still taken aback by his previous confession, about wanting to meet his family. She loved her family, she really did, but Luke’s family sounded amazing, like heaven. She hadn’t felt a part of her family in months, maybe she would feel like family with his. That thought seemed to be a bit much, she didn’t think she would fit in with anyone, it was by pure luck that she found Luke.

When the two had sat in silence for five minutes, Luke gave her a little shove, “Hey. Everything okay?” The desperate want to ask her what was going on in her beautiful mind was bugging him, he wanted to reach out and push the stray hair out of her face, wipe away her tears, and pull her into a death-gripping hug.

She only nodded, using the sleeve of his her sweatshirt to wipe away the stray tear that had made its way down her face. Luke had felt his face permanently stuck in a worried look when he was around her and this moment wasn’t any different. Just when he was about to say something, the announcer rang out through the speakers, “And with that, it is time for our awards! Thank you to everyone who came out and let’s get this started with class single A!”

She turned to face the field, ignoring Luke’s eyes that she felt glaring at her on the side of her head. She listened to the awards, little to no thoughts running through her head until they got to their division. They went through the typical awards you get at every competition, best drum major, best visual, best general effect, etc., before getting into placement awards.

While she wasn’t expecting them to place in general with all the schools that were there, she was a little heartbroken when they didn’t get third or second. All of them knew that there was no possible way that they could get first, they were hopeful, sure, but realistic even more. So when they announced their high school not only first but as grand champion, everyone from the school was ecstatic.

Luke immediately brought her into a hug, not even thinking. He was so proud of her, and the rest of them, but mostly her. She grinned when she felt his arms wrap around her, not even bothering to be embarrassed. She hugged him back with the same amount of strength that he gave her.

They met up with Luke’s family outside the stadium, she was now tired, the day’s events finally catching up with her. Luke had to wrap an arm around her to keep her upright as they walked to the car. Ellen greeted the girl with a smile as she stepped out of the car and opened her arms for a hug. Y/n was taken aback, she had met this woman two days ago and she was now just giving her a hug so easily.

She hugged her back nonetheless, “How was the competition, sweetheart?”

“It was good. We won grand champions.”

“Oh honey, that’s incredible! I’m sorry we couldn’t make it.”

She shrugged it off, she was used to her family not showing up and she hadn’t even met the whole family properly so why would she think they would, “It’s okay.”

“Well, we’re going out to dinner if you want to come, maybe? I know Luke said that your way back is with the rest of the kids but we are more than happy to take you home ourselves.”

Her eyes widened at the position, “Are you sure? I don’t want to be a-”

“Shush. You’re not a burden, y/n/n.” Luke’s hand squeezed her shoulder as a way of reassuring her.

“Okay then. I guess Luke’s going to kidnap me anyway.”

“Damn right, I am,” Luke mumbled but Ellen still caught it, smacking him on the arm.

Y/n grinned as she watched the interaction, trying to stifle a laugh. Luke rolled his eyes and opened the back door, “Y/n/n you already know Jack but this is my eldest brother Quinn.”

She gave him a small wave, the nerves presenting themselves once again. Quinn waved back, smiling at her, “And this is my dad.”

“Hi, Mr. Hughes.”

Jim turned to her and smiled much like his son, “Hi.”

The two climbed into the car, sitting in the back. Her head immediately found its place on his shoulder, drifting off to the sound of the family softly talking as they drove to wherever they were heading to. Luke smiled down at her, and in that moment, it made Luke realize more than ever that he wanted to be there for her forever.

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Throughout their high school years, Luke went to every football game he could manage to go to, every competition he could, every practice he could, even going to the few basketball games she had to perform at. Junior year, he drove himself to her competition at the University of Michigan, being able to drive them back home without having to worry about his parents.

Luke wasn’t the only one who showed up. The Hughes family had taken a liking to her ever since they met her and Ellen and Jim had practically adopted her from the moment they took her home from the competition freshman year. Jack tagged along with Luke to the games when he was still in high school, sometimes Ellen and Jim would show up too. They all went to their graduation not only for Luke but for y/n as well, it’s rumored that they cheered louder for her than for Luke.

Luke asked her out a month after asking her to homecoming. Everyone said his homecoming and prom proposals were a force to be reckoned with. He always had a way to surprise her and upstage everyone. In sophomore year for homecoming, he got the band to play ‘hey baby’ and he asked her with a poster that said ‘hey baby. I wanna know if you’ll be my date to Hoco.’ Junior year for prom he got a punch of hockey pucks and spelled out ‘Prom?’.

On the flip side, y/n had made it her mission to support Luke just as much as he supported her. She went to practically every game of his, cheering him on whether or not he got a goal, assist, or just sat on the bench. She wore his sweatshirts at every game, which most of them had belonged to her at that point anyway. Admittedly, there were a few times when Quinn or Jack’s hoodies made their way into the pile because Luke had “accidentally” stolen them from them.

Much like they were there for her, y/n was also there for Jack and Quinn. She was at Quinn’s draft because they had all but begged her to come and the same with Jack. That was the first time she felt part of the family. She would go with them to UMich when they would go see Quinn. She spent the majority of her time with them since that weekend.

They went to the University of Michigan together, where they both continued to give each other their unwavering support. He went to ‘her’ football games and she went to his hockey games, the ones that she was not performing at, which were her favorites, and Luke’s as well. When Luke realized that she would be playing at his games he had been so excited. Every time he got a goal when she was there with the band, he would point over to her and her friends would fawn over their relationship.

She was there for his draft, sitting right next to him but out of the way so he could celebrate with his brothers. She was there for the playoff games once she had finished school and he was overjoyed by her being there. As much as she wanted to be there for his debut and for his rookie season, Luke made her stay at school, not even so much as allowing her to think about it.

Long distance for them was hard, but they made it work. When they were in Detroit or Columbus, she would drive to see him play. Over winter break, she would fly out to Jersey to spend her time with him. Luke took it harder than she did, to be honest. She was used to being alone in some sort of way, her experiences and feelings with her family had not gone away. But for Luke, it was a different story.

Sure he had his brother there by his side but his best friend, his girlfriend, his world wasn’t there beside him like she had been for the past four years. It was a different dynamic not being able to see her in the stands, not being able to celebrate with her after games or pig out on food at a restaurant after practice, not being able to curl up next to her when they lost or he was in a slump.

After she graduated, she moved out to Jersey with him, knowing that she would follow him anywhere. Luke was grateful but hesitant at first, not wanting to alter any of her plans. She insisted and said he had done so much for her that this was the least she could do to repay him. Luke asked her to marry him a year later and he incorporated his two favorite proposals of all time.

He gathered a shit ton of pucks to spell out “Will You Marry Me?” on a football field and got a marching band, who in hindsight y/n had no clue how he got in the first place, to play ‘Hey Baby’ as he gave her his speech. She was crying within seconds and Luke knew she would too. Ellen and Jim walked her down the aisle since she was no longer in contact with her own family.

There were a multitude of things that changed with them, a multitude of fights that they got into, but one thing never changed. The way were each other’s support systems, and they would be forever and ever.

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•❅ 《 𝘉𝘖𝘕𝘜𝘚 𝘚𝘊𝘌𝘕𝘌 》 ❅•

Luke was nervous, it had been creeping up on a year since he met y/n and 11 months since he realized he liked her. They had been flirting like teenagers because they were, but it was a sight to see, to say the least. Everyone had said they acted like a couple and accused the two of liking each other but every time the two brushed off the accusations like they were nothing.

Now he was sitting with some of her friends and one of the drum majors to explain his plan. This was his only chance to do it, they only had one game before homecoming and it happened to be two weeks before the homecoming game. He would’ve done it earlier but he needed everything to be perfect, plus, y/n hated dress shopping anyway so she would probably just order something from Amazon or pull something out of the back of her closet.

Her friends agreed instantly, claiming they hadn’t seen their friend be so happy and giggly in a long time. So when the time came around, he was dressed in whatever the theme was for the game. He looked a little crazy but that was him, and y/n loved that side of him. His poster included her favorite colors and doodles, the words were as straight as they were going to get.

It was in between the first and second quarter and the drum major had told them they were playing ‘Hey Baby’ and everyone except for y/n was on edge, wanting this to be perfect. When it started, she noticed nothing different, everyone was clapping but when they started singing, she noticed everyone’s tone was happier.

She felt a nudge to her side and she looked up, noticing Luke now standing on the drum major podium, his poster high above his head, “Y/n! Will you go to homecoming with me?!”

She stared at him with wide eyes, embarrassment flooding her whole body. Everyone looked at her expectantly and cheered when she said yes. When he got down, he made his way over to her, everyone clapping him on the back.

“You are crazy, Luke Hughes.”

“Crazy for you.” She pushed his head away from her and laughed, “Dork.”

𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗝𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗬 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗦 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ୨୧

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