#on the topic of not hearing. instead because the dorms are about to close for a bit. i just get to clean most of the goddamn place.

[friesian]

i am manifesting a dark and foreboding energy this fine morning.

[becomingmina]

YOU, YOU SILLY. w/ BANG CHAN.

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

pairing: bang chan x female reader genre + warnings: established realtionship, smut mdni!, auralism, unprotected sex, y/n is a little shy, members mentioned wc: 2.7k mina's note: this is my first ever smut, i hope you enjoy <3

other works here ; any comments and thoughts you can drop them here ; ty for reading.

Chan is obsessed with your voice, and he knows he has a voice kink.

He knew it the first time you guys had sex and you were begging him to let you come. He keeps playing back the sounds you made in his head – a range of high and low moans, the whining, all the breathy groans and whimpers. He can still remember the image too, of you all naked, tits bouncing, cheeks blushed a shade of dark pink - falling apart underneath him as he thrusted into you. Your eyes were shut tightly but your pretty little mouth was open letting all your moans fall - not even trying to conceal any bit of it.

He finds it extremely hot how loud you get can when you guys fuck at his dorm. It’s a little ego boost knowing his members can hear what’s happening in his room. He sometimes even gets riled up to the thought of them purposely listening to how you are in bed. Surely his members don’t listen right, or do they? Well, Chan noticed all the time Hyunjin’s face and ears was red when he goes out straight to the living room - after ruining you - to discuss what’s for dinner. He couldn’t forget the time Han was flustered when he jokingly asked if he was listening to you guys fucked from the living room. And that one time Changbin was frozen in his track just staring at Chan was digging through the fridge to find a cold bottle of water to give you after your mouth becomes dry from all the screaming. His members don’t listen to you right? And that’s not another one of his kink, right?

Chan realised how much of an animal he can be when it came to you. You were his sweet little innocent girlfriend who could barely keep up with him. Your mind always in its own little world. You would definitely get super embarrassed and probably conceals all your noises from then on if he ever admitted that he loves how vocal you are.  

Which is why he’s keeping quiet in this situation.  

The two of you were winding down from your busy Friday – your 9-5 wasn’t too bad and Chan’s day at the dance studio with the boys actually went smoothly. You and Chan loved to lay in bed staring at the ceiling talking about everything and anything. It was then that the topic of kinks came up that you confessed to Chan that you can get off to just kissing him. Of course, he didn’t let it go teasing you with kisses all over your face and skin.

“Okay tell me yours,” you asked as you climb on top of your boyfriend cupping his cheeks with your tiny hands. Your legs tangled with his as you try your best to get as close to him as possible.

He just chuckles snaking one arm to your waist as he rested the other underneath his head.

“Please tell me. I already told you mine,” you whined but instead of answering you, he pulls into a kiss. Your lips stay attached for a while - in hopes that it can redirect your attention to something else, but you pulled back first. Something you would never ever do. 

“Oh, I thought you loved kissing me, why did you pull away first?” he teased.

“Chan, please tell me or else I’m going to be sad forever,” You whined.  

“Give me another kiss first,” he demanded, and you comply - lips finding his again but this time he locked his hand around your neck forcing you there. You try to pull away to get his answer but the way his tongue swiped against your bottom lip, you had to – you had to grant him entry because you loved the way he kisses you.

As Chan continues to tongue fuck your mouth, his hands found their way under your skirt to give your ass a slap earning a muffled moan from you. His smirk is pressed against your lips as his he rubs over the area in attempt to soothe it. The tingling feeling between your thighs begins to rise and you desperately grind down on him, his growing dick hitting your clothed clit. You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan.

This flipped something in Chan and somehow your positions are now swapped - you on your back with your hands pinned above you head.

“Fuck baby, you drive me crazy,” he hiked your skirt up and moved your panties to the side before sliding finger through your already dripping cunt.  

“You’re so wet already and just from kissing? You were right, maybe you can cum from just kissing me right, angel?” he teased. His fingers glides through your folds smearing your arousal around before making his way to rub circles on your clit. It had your head spinning – you needed more.

“Mhmm, please Chan, I need you,” you bite down on your bottom lip but not hard enough to try to hide your whimpers.

“What do you want?” Chan asks watching you start squirm and break from his grip under him.  

“Need your cock please... inside me,” you answered pushing your hips up onto his hand trying to stimulate your clit even more. He immediately let go of your hands and got off the bed to take off his sweatpants, following by removing his shirt. You also took that time to strip yourself off your own clothes - leaving you all bare. Leaning back on one arm with your legs bend at the knees, your glistening cunt on display for him. Your other hand desperately comes in contact with your boobs, groping and pinching it. You look up at him observing his toned chest before darting your eyes to what you craved the most - his big dick. You noticed the outline of it straining against his tight boxer, begging to be freed. His bottom lip caught between his lips as he watches at the slight of you all horny and already fucked out.

“Can I see it please baby?” You asked politely, never failing announce what you want.

“Because you ask so nicely angel,” He took off his boxer and his dick sprung up slapping against his abdomen. Chan’s big cock never fails to surprise you. No matter how many times you saw, taste or touch it you can’t help but whimper over it. The pretty veins, the grith, the length, the colour. It was so mouth-watering.

Pre cum already coating his tip as you notice a line of it dripping down his shaft. He gripped his base, shutting his eyes trying not to cum there to the sight of you and the noises you were making.

“Chris.” you pleaded, and his eyes opened as he begins to pump himself a couple of times before pushing you on your back again. He hovered over you and placed a kiss to your forehead which resulted in you pulling him closer to you by the back of his neck. Just as you were about to press a kiss onto his lips, he slightly moved his head back causing you to cry.

“Ah why?”.

He didn’t mean to avoid your kiss, he loves it, but he wanted to tease you again just to hear your pretty voice.

Chan brings his hands are back down to your clit slapping it before he danced his fingers to your folds again gathering the juices and lifting his fingers to his mouth. His eyes rolled back at the taste of you.

“Mhmm.. you taste so good. You’re so dirty, my pretty girl. Making me go a little dumb,” he groaned.  

He finally lingers over you and positioned himself to your entrance. Normally he kisses you when he pushes himself in. It was something you guys found romantic at the early stages of your relationship, and he decided it was going to be an everyday thing as you were always so bubbly about it. But tonight, he just looked at you and waited. Truth, was he wanted to tease you more, see how whiny you can get just to get riled up by it.

You were too horny and wanted to feel him when you took the initiative to ask him.

“Can you kiss me plea-!!” You let out the loudest pornographic moan as you were caught off guard when your boyfriend snaps his hips into yours. The sudden stretch had your eyes filling with tears. You were feeling lightheaded and already drunk - mumbles of Chris and please leaves your mouth. He waited a few seconds for you to adjust before pulling out and pushing back in your hole harder. Chan needed more – he shifts his position, pulling both your legs to wrap around him in order to penetrate you more. The angle hitting you deeper and hitting you g-spot each time he slams into you. He wanted to see how fast you are falling underneath him but the lewd noises from our mouth along with the way his dick is getting sucked in by your wet cunt is already bringing him to the edge. Shutting his eyes was the only thing keeping him from cumming before you.

“Baby, you’re so tight. It feels so good,” He moaned.

“I’m close,” he admitted, and you also feel yourself reaching your orgasm. You start to clench around him, your hands finding their way to his grip his shoulders pulling him down. You wanted to kiss him while you cum.

“Baby I’m going to cum, kiss me please?” you pleaded big doe eyes filled with tears looking up at him.

“I can’t,” he confessed, and you furrowed your brows in surprised.

“Why?” You cried. He buried his head in your neck as one of his hand slips in between your bodies.

“I want to kiss-“ His fingers latched onto your small bundle of nerves and as begins to rub circles. The contact enough to make you release a high pitched yelp straight into his ears as you squeezed around him - your orgasm showers over you. Chan still eager to permanently record all your pretty moans in his head, he keeps rocking in and out of you, finger still rubbing your swollen clit.

“Baby, can you moan like that for me again,” he confessed in your ears, and you obey, screaming from the overstimulation as you hold onto his head keeping his ear close to your mouth.

“Y/N, I’m cumm-” your cries send Chan into his orgasm as he shoots his hot white seeds right into you. His eyes shut tightly, teeth latching on onto your neck slightly applying pressure and he bits you. You begin to go numb, almost passing out. Your hands slowly letting go of the grip around his head and your eyes start to roll back only ever showing the whites as your let go of another orgasm squeezing out of all his milk.

He finally slows down and halts his fingers as he drops his full body weight on you, his dick softening inside you. Your eyes are shut now, his weight somehow calming you down from your high.

You both stay like this for a few moments catching your breath before Chan’s pulls himself out and rolls over on his back. He moves you on top of him your head laying on his chest and he drapes your right arm over his body. He knows you’re too wrecked and tried to do anything. He presses a kiss on your temple before caressing your side.

“Your pretty voice,” he whispered.  

“Hmmm?” You look up to make eye contact with him, brows furrowed before you look from side to side to show case your uncertainty. He just chuckles at your cute reaction of not knowing what he was getting at.

“My kink was your voice baby. I go crazy over the pretty noises you make. The moans, the whimpers, screams, sighs. You never fail to announce what you want, it’s so sexy. All the begging and whining, it makes me go feral,” Chan admitted.

“Why didn’t you just tell me before?” you look up in confusion to ask him.

“I was afraid you might get shy or even embarrassed and stop. Scared you are going to hide them,” Chan’s hand never stops touching you. He wanted to keep you as close as possible afraid of you might pull way to find him weird.

“I would never,” you reassured him. Your arm that was draped his body him made its way up to his cheeks. You pull him towards you to place a kiss on his lips.

“Just like the way you keep kissing me, I’ll keep making pretty noises for you,” you smiled, and he followed with a satisfied chuckle.

He brings you closer into a kiss - allowing you to make out with him and swallow him for as long as you like knowing that’s what you’ve been craving.

“Wait, Chris,” you said amongst the kisses, and he had to pull back to hum at you.

“Wait, how come you didn’t kiss me when I asked you to before. You said you can’t. Chan, that was mean. you’re mean.” you complained brows raising up and down. You only remembered his actions now as you sobered up from his dick.

He cuts you off with a loud laugh knowing how innocent and seriously confused you are at the moment. You have let to caught up with him once again.

“Y/N you, you silly,” he chuckles.

“I couldn’t kiss you because I wanted to hear your voice,” he tells you.

You were quick to bury you face into his chest.

“Okay, now I get it. I’m embarrassed,” you mumbled onto him. He looks down the shakes his head smiling to himself.

“What’s for dinner, Hyunjin?” Chan asks as he walks into the living room.

The 3 boys were all spread out across the living room. Han sitting on his knees on the ground focusing on the television which is muted and on some random kids show. Changbin has a blanket over him as his eyes are glued to his fingers toying with the air conditioner remote. Hyunjin is on the far end of the couch, cheeks bright red as he randomly scrolls through his phone checking his calculator history. His visible boner straining from his grey sweats as he mumble a “let me see what they have on the menu” at Chan.

Chan lets out a laugh clearly seeing how riled they are from your lovely noises.  

“Y/N, what do you want for dinner?” Chan sweetly calls out to you.

You jumped off the bed pulling out one of Chan’s t shirt and shorts from the draws to chuck on before going out to meet the others.

“Hmm?” you walk up to your boyfriend pulling wrapping your arm around his naked torso, unaware of how the other 3 boys literally scramble their head to avoid you.

“Go choose something to eat on Hyunjin’s phone,” Chan coos at you and you skipped over Hyunjin settling down by his side.

“Hyunjin, can I see what’s the options please,” You lean closer to him to look at his phone, but Hyunjin moves away from you a little. Unaware that he wanted to avoid you, you keep moving closer to him whining whenever you have to keep scooting. It was a few moments then that you noticed how shaky his hands were and that he didn’t even have the ordering app pulled up on his screen. You flick your eyes around accidentally landing on his sweatpants. That’s when you noticed something was twitching in his groin area - making you jump back a bit but you brushed it off as you didn’t want to embarrass him. You sat there in silence, a little bit awkward, for a few seconds before looking up at him, locking eyes, yours pouring into his as you hummed a “Hmm?”

You then hear his breathing get louder and higher than finally catching onto his red cheeks and ear. You were afraid he coming down with something as he is quieter than usual.

“Hyunjin? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You asked innocently at him.

“You, you silly,” Chan laughs.

[tojisbbg]

𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨

❝secrets i have held in my heart, are harder to hide than i thought; maybe i just wanna be yours.❞  

♡ gojo satoru ♡

a/n: writing another gojo smut since the last one i wrote of him flopped. 😞💔

reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3

(also, a lot of you have been dming me and it's honestly so sweet, shoot me a message anytime :D)

content: gojo satoru x fem!reader, reader is extremely horny lol (hypersexual??), sassy gojo (he's a little dick sometimes), fluff, smut, best friends to lovers, not edited.

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"well, you look like shit." gojo snorted, entering your dorm room as you woke up from your short-lived night's sleep. you let out a yawn, doing that weird whole body shaking thing before sitting up; rubbing your eyes to see your best friend more clearly.

he looked equally worse as you, dark eye bags, chapped lips, arms crossed over his chest along with a scowl painted on his lips.

"thanks, you don't look any less shitty yourself." you snickered, leaning against the headboard as you watched him roll his eyes before making his way towards your bed; sitting on the edge.

"i wonder why." the white haired male grumbled, a small glare thrown at your direction.

"hmm? i don't know what you're talking about." you innocently batted your eyes, making him narrow his eyes.

"i would've been done studying by two in the morning if you would've stopped blowing up my phone every two seconds about how roughly fucking me would help you memorize the formulas better." gojo complained, making you bite back a laugh.

"well, you could've just go on dnd or block me." you shrugged, indirectly calling him a dumbass.

"you threatened to kill yourself if i did that."

"oh."

"anyways, what time did you stop studying and hit the lights?" gojo changed the topic, examining your tired face.

"i don't know, i think five-thirty?" you tried to think hard, but, recently all these nights where you pulled all-nighters have been a blur.

"not bad, i slept around that time too." he sighed, rubbing his temples while wincing in pain.

"hurts?" you asked, hearing him hum in response.

"yeah, i took painkillers before getting here but it's not really helping." gojo groaned before looking at you through half-lidded eyes, his words making you pout.

"well, i can't really help you with that. but, i can offer you some mind-blowing head instead." a smirk tugged on your lips as you threw a wink at him, making gojo look at you with an unamused look.

"this fucking early in the morning too? god, it's barely seven in the morning." he stared at you in disbelief, making you chuckle.

"jeez, i'm kidding. no need to act like you got a stick up your ass all the time." you stretched, while gojo scrolled on his phone through social media along with his emails.

"you gonna do final revisions on the way to campus?" he asked you with curious eyes, making you let out a hysteric laugh.

"fuck no, i stayed up till five something reading and writing notes until my fingers went numb. i couldn't even fuck myself to sleep because of the pain." you casually answered, making gojo's nose scrunch up in distaste.

"fucking hell, y/n, you're filthy." gojo commented, making you laugh before you crawled towards him, sitting on his lap as you pinched his cheeks.

"but you love me." you cooed, squishing his cheeks into a pout as he let you. gojo's arms instinctively were wrapped around your waist to make sure that you don't fall and crack your head open.

"unfortunately." he sighed.

this is how it has always been for you and gojo, his inevitable torture starting from when you both were in diapers. both of your families were extremely close, your mother being high school besties with his mom.

of course, both women decided to continue this legacy by making sure that their children grew up together. so, you've been stuck to gojo by the hip.

gojo's family was extremely wealthy, like filthy rich. his father owned one of the biggest company in all of japan. your parents, however, owned a humble sushi place in kyoto.

nonetheless, gojo never looked down on you or treated you like you were some ant that could be stepped on. he was like your protective shadow, scolding you when you acted out, being there to comfort you when you were down or struggling, and he dealt with all your stupid jokes.

as you both grew older, puberty hit like a truck.

no, not even a truck; like a fucking tsunami.

your body matured and your hormones went absolutely wild. you don't know what the hell happened, but you craved for sexual pleasure so often. after discovering the magic of masturbation, you did the act almost religiously.

your jokes were pure filth, full of suggestive language. it was like the only thing that circled your mind was dick, dick, dick, sex, sex, cum, cum.

no, quite literally.

you were horny almost 24/7 for some unknown reason.

oh, and you were still a virgin. yeah, shocking.

your situation wasn't helped after realizing how fucking hot your best friend became either. gojo began to hit the gym, basically turning into a gym rat in high school as you accompanied him after school every day before heading home together. he became beefy and so fucking tall, nearly 6'4ft.

no wonder why girls in high school chased him like he was the jackpot. well, they still do now that you both attended college.

though he was a pretty face, gojo was smart as hell. well, the both of you are; it was kinda like a mutual academic rivalry you both had. of course, it was all for shits and giggles.

he was a math nerd, meanwhile, you hated the subject with a burning passion. you liked english better, as your reading and writing skills were beyond talented. so, you and gojo made a fair deal, he'd help you with your math homework while you'd help him with english.

sometimes you both would do each others homework when it was time to cram study for other subjects. the subject you both have a common liking towards was science.

people sometimes mistakenly thought that you and the snow haired male were a couple. the truth is, you both were just super close best friends. gojo got used to your dirty jokes and remarks, no longer affected by them, as it was like common language for him now.

"can you eat the damn banana like a normal person for once?"

"why? you wish i was deepthroating the banana in your pants instead?"

"y/n, which outfit looks better? the first or second one?"

"neither, stay naked and let me smash, pleaseee."

"oh my god!! you look so handsome satoru, i'm literally gonna cum on your face."

"look at you wearing that tight black compression shirt, you slut!"

"put on a shirt and cover those tits before i suck them, toru!"

"y/n, i'm at that one plushie store downtown and there's like a bunch of sanrio shit. imma get that one hello kitty headband you were looking last night for you."

"oh my god?? hello, what the fuck, i'm literally gonna let you say hello to my kitty, toru. ugh, i love you so much."

"do you need help on doing your sit-ups? i could hold your legs down."

"yeah, but don't come too close or else my pussy is gonna start pulsating your name in morse code."

"i don't know what to get you for christmas, y/n."

"how about you lathered up in coconut oil and wrapped in a cute pink coqutte bow under my tree?"

"you horny fuck, oh my god."

"you idiot! i don't care if they taste bad, i told you to suck on those cough drops to help you soothe your throat."

"but i'd rather suck your balls, satoru."

"for the love of god, seek therapy."

"sex therapy with you?"

"you gonna stay on me forever or get ready for class before we're late for our last final exam?" gojo playfully pinched your side, making you yelp as you rubbed the site.

"jerk, i was thinking about how this is the perfect position for me to cockwarm you." you said, earning a flick to the forehead.

"you got ten minutes or i'm leaving you." gojo ignored your whines, standing up with you still clung onto him like a koala.

"satoruuu, i don't wanna go! they're gonna brutally torture me for the next hour based on organic chemistry." you dramatically cried into the crook of his neck.

"the school is gonna kick us out if we don't take this exam, y/n. it's worth like sixty-five percent of our final semester grade. besides, we both studied hard for this. you'll be okay." he rubbed your back comfortingly, making you pull away with a huff.

"you have enough money to buy the entire university, satoru."

"my dad is gonna burn me alive, y/n."

"okay, fine! i have a better solution. how about we start an onlyfans? you know, we both could occasionally do solos or you know... fuck each other too! like-"

"no."

"satoru!! hear me out." you tried to reason, but gojo knew it was all bluffing and you just wanted to stall. so, he forced you down from his hold, making you stand on your feet as you looked at him with a glare.

"ten minutes, you big baby." gojo said before leaving your room.

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it felt like you just survived a war, coming back home with nothing but trauma written all over your face.

what the fuck was that exam?

all those hours of studying this entire week, sleepless nights, missing meals... all gone to waste?

you punched in your lock combination on the small keypad outside your dorm room, hearing the small beep as the door unlocked. with a twist of the knob, you opened the door and entered. you saw the familiar pair of shoes by your door, not paying much mind to it as you kicked your own shoes off to the side.

you saw gojo leisurely laying on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

"when did you get here? the exam didn't start until eight." you asked, your voice barely audible from how exhausted you were, physically and mentally.

"like fifteen minutes ago. my proctor started the exam like twenty minutes early by accident, since the clock in that room was broken." he explained, making you nod your head as you walked to the couch.

you tapped his long legs, ushering him to bend them so that you had space to sit. a moment of silence graced the atmosphere, neither of you uttering a single word.

"it was shit." you both blurted out at the same time, looking at each other with equal shock.

"you too?!"

"fuck yeah. i mean like, what kind of formulas were those?!"

"i know right?? it was like another language, completely different from the review packets."

"man, i should've just given up and fucked myself to sleep. at least, i'd get some good sleep."

"bro, you and fucking yourself. one night without having your fingers inside your pussy won't kill you." gojo sat up, shaking his head in disbelief that your concern was something so ridiculous.

"uh, yeah it will since you're clearly depriving me of your dick." you retorted, making him roll his eyes.

"whatever. what are you gonna do now?" he asked, leaning towards the small table to grab his water bottle, opening it to take a sip.

"have rough kinky sex with you." the words casually flew out of your mouth, catching the snowy haired male off guard as he choked on his water.

"i'm being serious!" he said in between his coughs, watching your laugh at his reaction.

"i'm gonna sleep, what else, idiot? i need my brain to rest and recover from all that trauma. besides, we do this every time when it's finals season, satoru. you got amnesia or something?" you joked, patting his back to help him stop coughing.

"sorry, my brain is malfunctioning. my dorm or yours?" gojo asked after clearing his throat.

"since you're already here, let's sleep in mine. i'm gonna go change into something more comfortable. if you wanna change out of those, there's a spare pair of your sweats and t-shirt in my closet." you informed him, making him nod as you both got up and headed towards your bedroom. you grabbed your clothes and headed into the bathroom to freshen up and change into them, giving up your bedroom to have gojo change.

after finishing up, you walked back into your room, seeing gojo already inside your bed; looking like he was half dead. you snorted, walking over to the other side before placing yourself on the empty spot.

"don't hog the blanket, or else i'll kill you."

"no promises."

with that being said, you scooted closer to gojo, in need of feeling his body's warmth against you. it wasn't anything new, this was sort of a tradition you guys did after finals week was over. you both slept for hours together.

you threw your legs over his waist, tugging onto gojo's shirt as he laid down while facing the ceiling.

"hold me, 'toru." you mumbled, your movements slightly bringing him back to life. gojo groaned in annoyance, turning his body to now face you as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

"better?" he spoke into your hair, which was slightly tickling his nose. you nodded your head, your cheek pressed against his chest as you inhaled his scent.

gojo always smelled sweet with a mixture of expensive cologne.

a few minutes passed, and you could hear his heartbeat slowing down, indicating that he was falling asleep.

"hey, you awake?" you poked his cheek, making his eyebrows furrow.

"no." gojo murmured, eyes still closed.

"you know, satoru, if you jerk off before going to sleep then your sleep is gonna be like ten times better. science says it helps release stress and improves blood flow. if you want, i can jerk-"

"go to sleep, y/n." gojo sternly cut you off along with your wonderful visual of how you'd jerk him off, giving your thigh a light smack before resting his hand there. you let out a small whine, playfully biting his cheek.

you saw gojo's eyes scrunch, making you sigh.

"sorry." you mumbled to yourself, as gojo most likely didn't hear you since it seemed like he was already asleep. you pressed a small kiss on the spot you bit before snuggling into his neck. your arms and legs tightly wrapped around his body, fingers finding home between his snowy locks.

"it's okay." was the last thing you heard before you were no longer able to resist sleep.

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gojo stirred in his sleep, mumbling incoherent words as he felt the constant buzzing noise vibrating on the bed. he painfully opened one eye, half-lidded, as he realized you were still tightly tucked way in his arms. you snored softly against his chest, lips pouted, making him tempted to kiss you.

the snow hair male tried to find the source of the buzzing sound, grabbing a hold of his phone only to see that his phone was dead. gojo's eyebrows furrowed in confusion 'cause then what the hell is it?

his eyes landed on your phone which was shoved under your back and gojo momentarily saw your screen flicker open. bingo! it was your phone that was annoyingly going off.

gojo grabbed your phone, deciding to silence it for you, even though you were passed out like you're dead; so you most likely didn't hear it anyways. but, he was a light sleeper and your stupid phone was keeping him awake.

as the screen flickered open again, gojo saw that you had well over a thousand notifications. his eyes widened, you were never the type to be social. of course, you weren't a loner or something of that sort; you had friends whom were also gojo's friends.

but, the both of you kept your friend groups small and restricted so avoid any unnecessary drama.

"tumblr?" gojo mumbled under his breath, knowing that it wasn't his place to snoop around. but, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. the notifications were all indicating that people hearted a post you made along with commenting hearts and all that shit.

a weird feeling bubbled inside him, something in between the lines of possessiveness and anger.

so, he decided to investigate, knowing that it was wrong but he couldn't help himself. it was convenient that his face id was added onto your phone, just like how yours was added onto his. after unlocking your phone, he found the tumblr app.

at first, gojo thought it was a dating website as it sounded very familiar to tinder. but, he would soon be proven wrong as he saw a feed full of different blogs and writing.

gojo's curiosity ran wild, silently exploring the new waters he was introduced to. he clicked on your notifications list which was flooded with heart and comments.

not any comments, but horrendously down bad thirsty comments.

sanemiswh0re: ahhh author!! i'm literally running laps, this was so good!

localbbg: this was pure filth and i loved every word of it!

cherrytones: hello?? i need a toru in my life! a tear just ran down my thigh.

yourhotgf: bro wtf, white haired men 🔛🔝 of me!! toru with that big dick energy?? lord, i need him in me so bad.

gojo's eyes widened at the comments while he scrolled. toru? it's a silly little nickname you've been calling him ever since you were kids. since when did you write stories? and... they were about him too?

he clicked on one of the comments which led him to said story, making him smirk as the naughty photo used in the border was enough to give him an idea. gojo settled in bed comfortable, with you still wrapped around him, without a fucking clue of what that menace just found.

"jesus.." gojo breathed out in shock, reading the pure filth you wrote of him and the 'y/n' used in the story, but he assumed that she was based off of you. it was no use denying it, the male character toru resembled too much of his personality and the female character y/n resembled you a lot too.

he wasn't even halfway done yet, but it seemed like you wrote an entire hour long porn script. your writing was so descriptive, describing the sex scenes in such a pornographic yet sensual way. gojo would be lying if he said it didn't make his heart flutter and cock throb.

were your fantasies of him always this dirty?

did you always want to be manhandled by him? praised and teased? being slutted out? a mix of a gentle dom that was a little witty?

god, where did you hide all of this?

of course, you were never ashamed of your vulgar comments and jokes that you threw at him. but, gojo always brushed them off because he grew accustomed to it. however, this was completely new to him.

your smutty writing of him and you made him feel hot and bothered. he knew you were dirty, but not this dirty.

you began to wiggle in his arms, stirring awake as you made a few groaning sounds.

"hmm, time... toru." you groggily asked, eyes still shut as you waited for a response.

"it's 8:23." gojo replied, still not bothered to place your phone back to where he found it. instead, he continued to surf through your dashboard to which he found more of these smut of him.

"why are you awake so soon?" you yawned, cracking an eye open only to wince from the sudden light exposure.

"had a leg cramp." he lied, making you grimace.

"ouch, you should've waken me up then." you commented, your hand find his as you played with his really long and thick fingers. it was a habit to toy around with the rings that wrapped around them.

"you looked too peaceful to disturb. besides, i found something to read in order to kill time." gojo boldly said, making you hum in amusement.

"oh? and since when have you been a bookworm? please, do enlighten me." you teased, making him chuckle. a smirk etched onto his lips, trying to collect his words before attempting to send you into cardiac arrest.

"it's actually very interesting, i have to say. i never thought i'd be into erotic romance." he started out, and the very unexpected words leaving his mouth made your heart pound inside your chest.

he was reading that shit besides you and you had no clue?

"jeez, and you call me a horny dog?" you scoffed.

"well, maybe it's torusluvr who's the real horny dog." he dropped the bomb, making your heart stop it's usual cardiac rhythm as you heard your tumblr account's username. you shot awake from bed, eyes meeting his playful ones as the color drained from you face.

"what? how did you-" you were a stammering and confusing mess, searching for your phone until you looked at his hand.

"looking for this?" gojo waved your phone, the screen on full blast lighting and filled with words of nothing but sex.

"give me my phone back, satoru." you panicked, trying to grab your phone from his grasp. but, gojo's body structure was stronger, bulkier and taller than yours; so you struggled.

however, gojo took your struggle as a form of amusement. he noticed how your face was covered in a blush from being caught red-handed, movements so shaky and alarmed.

it was kind of cute.

"nuh uh." gojo suddenly tossed your phone to the side before grabbing both of your hands. a yelp escaped from your lips as you were pinned to the bed in mere seconds, gojo's body hovering above yours as he slotted himself between your legs.

you gulped nervously, your cheeks growing warmer as it suddenly felt too embarrassing to look at gojo in the eyes. you were a mere ant compared to his body, his stature standing at six feet four inches, and his body was beefy as hell yet so soft to the touch.

"does this turn you on, y/n? hm? being manhandled by someone who's twice your size." the white haired male teased, his husky voice due to his previous slumber sent heat waves to your cunt.

"satoru-"

your words were cut short as gojo leaned closer to you, grinding his hard on against your throbbing cunt, making you gasp.

"satoru? what happened to toru?" he whispered, shoving his face into the crook of your neck, taking a minute to inhale the scent of your perfume which has been permanently engraved into his senses and brain.

"stop joking around, we're friends... best friends." you tried to reason, watching his eyes darken.

"oh? and do all best friends write porn worthy shit about each other?" gojo snickered, pressing soft kisses along your jaw. your throat went dry, words getting stuck.

"i guess we can't be best friends anymore 'cause i wanna recreate all that shit that i read— with you." a smirk tugged on his lips and before you could even process what the hell was about to go down, you let out a small whimper after feeling him bite down on your collarbone before peppering soft kisses on the abused skin afterwards.

"toru... please." you desperately begged, needing some kind of friction between you and him to relieve the ache between your thighs.

"i bet if i touch that cute little pussy of yours, my fingers are gonna come out glossy wet, yeah? should we test it out, y/n?" gojo continued to pester you with his teasing remarks, making you blush further at them as you were to embarrassed to have him find out about the wet patch that was created on your panties by now.

you shyly nodded but this wasn't enough for gojo to take for an answer. you felt a small pinch on the plush flesh of your thigh, making you wince.

"use your words, y/n. you didn't shy out when you were right all that stuff about me and you." he scoffed, making you whine in embarrassment.

"touch me, toru... i need to feel your fingers." your voice was meek, throat getting dry as you desperately bucked your hips upwards. gojo cocked an eyebrow, watching your body squirm underneath him in amusement.

"so needy." gojo laughed, rubbing your thighs before giving it a small squeeze. your body grew warm and your face flushed red from his touch. you've fantasized about this moment for so long and now it was finally happening.

gojo's fingers hooked on the waistband of your shorts about to pull them down until your hand came down to stop his movement. he was a little confused and felt a little guilty because he didn't know if he was moving too fast for you or made you uncomfortable.

"you okay?" gojo asked with genuine concern washed on his face. you bit down on your lips, averting your gaze from his.

"i'm not wearing any lace and my panties aren't even matching with my bra." you said in a little panicked voice. gojo was a handsome jerk and this most definitely wasn't his first time sleeping with someone.

you saw his hookups, they were always the prettiest of the prettiest girls. they looked like polished gems, wearing fancy feminine clothes in contrast with your hobo looking outfits, hair and nails were always done... they were like runway models.

you couldn't help but feel a little insecure. you knew that satoru was different, but that small part of you still felt like perhaps this was still some kind of cruel joke the universe was playing on you.

the books you read always gave the female lead a perfect body free of blemishes, wearing expensive and sexy matching undergarments and so much more.

while here you are with unmatched undergarments, a completely inexperienced virgin who only knew how to shamelessly masturbate to find relief while fantasizing about her best friend.

"hm? so what? they're coming off anyways, princess." gojo reasurred you with a soft smile, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your lips. without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his neck, indulging in the sweet taste of his lips. he used the strawberry carmex lipbalm religiously.

the kiss was slightly messy, as you were still a little inexperienced in this area as well. you can't remember the last time you last made out with someone, so your teeth clashed with his here and there. but, gojo never complained, he drank in your mistakes and guided you with the fluid movement of his lips and tongue.

the white haired male gave your bottom lip a gentle bite, one of his hands grabbing your jaw to keep your head in place while his other hand pulled down your shorts. gojo threw the annoying article of clothing on the floor, pulling away as a string of saliva connected the both of you.

he looked down and if it was possible to get any harder than how hard he was right now, gojo thought he might've exploded already. you laid under him like a pretty gem, face flushed and your lips swollen as you panted a little from the breathless kiss. a small grin tugged on his lips, the hand grabbing onto your jaw now coming to stroke your cheek.

"just relax for me, princess. let me show you just how much better reality is than your little stories." gojo whispered, leaving open mouthed kisses on your jaw that were leading south until he was peppering kisses on your neck.

you decided to take a leap and pull your t-shirt off, catching gojo off-guard by your sudden eagerness. a genuine smile was forming on his lips at how adorable you looked. your cotton panties had a strawberry pattern on it with a tiny pink bow on the front and your bra was a solid blue color; both of which satoru is well familiar with as the two of you did your laundry together.

"stop staring." you embarrassingly pouted, making him let a raspy chuckle escape his lips.

"can't help it when my best friend is this cute." he teased, pinching your cheek which made you yelp.

"shut up and go back to what you were doing." you nagged, making him cock an eyebrow.

"oh? eager are we?" gojo hummed, skillful fingers whisking your bra off in a matter of seconds, your tits spilling out of the cups that held them. you averted your gaze from him after seeing how gojo's eyes widened, feeling your face grow hotter by the second.

"look at me, y/n."

"no."

"look at me."

"eat my ass."

"i will."

"satoru!" you gasped, finally looking at him as his response caught your attention. however, gojo didn't pay too much mind to it as brought a hand down to fondle your tits, watching how you bit your lips at the sudden squeeze.

"don't look away from me, baby. you're such a pretty girl, so let me admire you for a bit, yeah?" with that being said, gojo latched his lips onto on of your nipples, making you whimper.

"shit.." you moaned, feeling the tip of his tongue flicking the sensitive swollen bud. he peered up to meet your eyes, looking so fucking pretty even with a mouthful of your tits. his stupidly charming blue eyes staring into your half-lidded eyes. you brought to stroke his cheek as he continued to suckle on your nipple.

"pretty boy." you cooed, feeling his hand kneed the plush flesh of your thighs before giving it a little spank, making you squeal. being the tease he is, he gave your nipple a gentle bite before releasing the bud with a 'pop' sound.

"you wore my favorite panties." gojo complimented, making you scoff.

"stop saying that to make me feel better about my mix-matched undergarments." you rolled your eyes.

"you could think that my words are lies but it still won't change the fact that i jerked off with those same panties." he shamelessly shrugged after revealing such a dirty secret, making your mouth gape open.

"huh?!" you were at a loss for words, but, for some reason it made your pussy throb at the thought of your hot best friend masturbating to the thought of you.

even if he used your panties.

"mhm... now, let's put them to some use again." gojo pulled down his shorts along with his boxers, completely disposing them to the floor to meet with the rest of your clothes.

your eyes shamelessly came in contact with his cock and you couldn't help but harshly gulp. gojo was fucking hung, not lacking in any area. his dick had to be at least a good seven or eight inches long, a single vein running on the side of the shaft, with a pretty blush pink tip that was angrily leaking with precum.

"feel a little overwhelmed, princess?" gojo sensed your shock, and you truthfully nodded.

"y-yeah... i never-"

"wait, you're still a virgin, y/n?" he genuinely asked and you thinned your lips before nodding. gojo gasped, slapping a hand on his mouth.

"what the fuck? and you wrote all of that with no experience??" gojo was truly amazed as you shyed away from his eyes.

"it's okay if you don't wanna, you know." your throat went dry, a little disappointed that it would end this way.

"fuck you? of course i wanna fuck you, princess. but, are you sure you're okay with me taking your virginity? we could stop and forget about it if you want to, no pressure." he asked in a soft tone, rubbing your hips in a comforting way.

"yeah, i want you to take it, toru. i trust you." you gave him a girlish smile, making his heart jump.

"okay then. i'm gonna prep you real good to make sure it doesn't hurt as much." gojo pressed a tender kiss on your lips. he stroked his cock a few times as a husky groan left his lips, making him sound so sexy.

gojo hooked two fingers to the side of your panties and lifted them up before sliding his cock inside the fabric. you moaned at the feeling of his warm and hard cock sliding past your folds, his wet tip nudging and coating your clit with his precum.

"fuck. you're so wet, baby." gojo breathed out, leaning down to suck on your tits as he continued to thurst his hips back and forth between your folds. your juices lubricated his cock and the stimulation provided to your clit with every nudge of his tip made your eyes roll back.

"oh my god... just like that, toru. please!" you begged, your hand finding purchase to his snowy locks as you pushed his face further to your tits, as he licked and sucked your nipples. gojo's hips never faltered, continuing to glide his thick dick between your slit, feeling your clit throb.

you felt your orgasm building up, making your breath hitch as you whimpered. after a few more thrusts, you gushed on top of his cock as gojo cummed on your pussy, messily spreading both of your juices on your cunt.

gojo pulled his cock out of your panties, seeing how there's a wet patch on the front of your panties. he used his index finger to outline and rub your clit, making you shake from the overstimulation.

"w-wait." you tried to catch your breath but gojo wasn't gonna let you rest until you cummed on his tongue and fingers.

"nope, gotta stretch you out now, princess." he pinched your clit, making your thighs shut close from the sudden impact.

"you little shit." you threw him a playful glare, to which he only stuck his tongue out and use his strong hands to pry your legs open. this time, gojo wasn't going to be so patient. he pulled your panties down and threw them somewhere, his cerulean eyes fixated on your cunt.

"fucking hell." gojo swore under his breath and you couldn't help but think negatively.

"what's wrong?" you asked a little worried.

"i'm trying to hard to not cum again from just looking at this pretty pussy of yours." he groaned, using his thumbs to spread your lips apart, watching how it glistened with both your and his cum from the previous pantie fucking session.

you supported yourself on your elbow as your other free hand pulled his head forward, crashing your lips onto his. you kissed him with need, sucking on his bottom lip before giving it a bite. gojo began to slide his middle finger between your wet folds, making sure to rub your clit at a fast pace.

you moaned into his mouth, which gojo happily drank as he continued to give the neglected bud some attention. his finger stopped at your hole, experimentally shoving it in a little bit. you winced at the sudden intrusion as gojo's fingers were longer and thicker than yours.

"shh.. it's okay." gojo assured, pecking your lips as he entered his finger. your walls clamped down on his finger and gojo couldn't help but groan at how fucking tight you were.

"shit, gonna have to stretch you out quite a bit if this sweet pussy of yours is gonna take my cock. don't wanna rip you apart, baby." gojo chuckled, kissing your cheek before sliding his body down until his face was directly above your wet aching cunt.

gojo licked a fat stripe up your cunt, eyes rolling back at the taste of your pussy. you tasted so fucking good and he knew he'd get addicted. he slurped up all your juices, his tongue circling your clit before flicking it. you gripped onto his hair, pulling his mouth closer to your needy pussy as you basically humped his face.

gojo decided to add in another finger and a guttural moan escaped your throat, feeling him scissoring in the two thick digits in and out of your hole. your legs began to shake at the amount of pleasure you were getting from being tongue and finger fucked at the same time.

"fuck! augh~ i-i'm gonna c-cum!" you moaned as you felt the knot on your lower stomach tighten, your hole enclosing around his fingers as you creamed on gojo's fingers.

"that's it, there you go, princess." gojo praised, drinking up all your cum and licking you clean. your breathing was irregular as you were trying to calm down your erratic heartbeat.

gojo looked up at you with a slutty expression, his lips glossy with his own spit and your cum along with his chin dripping with your arousal.

"think you ready for me, baby?" he teased, placing a playful kiss on your clit before slotting himself between your legs. gojo's hard cock rest on your inner thigh, his eyes giving you a glimmer full of tease and play.

"i think that if you don't put your dick inside me within the next minute i'll kill myself." you dramatically responded, clearly not in the right state of mind due to pleasure fogging up your mind. gojo laughed at your words, leaning in to kiss you.

you could taste yourself on your tongue, but that did not bother you as much as having your throbbing hole empty.

"toruuu~ pleaseee." you whined, bucking your hip up to his in an attempt to get some friction to relieve the ache between your legs.

"my pretty girl needs something, hm?" he continued his banter, making you pout. you trailed your hand down and grabbed his cock, giving it a few pumps and watched your best friend crumble from your touch.

"need your cock inside me, toru." you said in a sultry voice, using the tip of dick to rub up and down your slit, parting your folds. gojo decided to stop being mean and help you, grabbing the base of his thick cock and rubbing it on your dripping wet cunt.

his tip now rested on top of your hole, his eyes looking up at you for further movement. you nodded your head, hands going to the side to grab the sheets.

"it's gonna really hurt bad for a minute but i promise it'll get better. i'll go slow and gentle, 'kay?" gojo offered you a soft smile as reassurance, to which you nodded, fully trusting him to take care of you.

"can you come closer." you asked in a meek voice, and gojo nodded as he leaned forwards so that you could wrap your arm around his neck.

gojo pushed in the fat bulbous tip of his cock, the stretch of something fatter and bigger than his and your fingers immediately burned.

you winced in pain, making him apologize and you told him that it was okay. gojo stayed like that for a little before thrusting the tip of his dick in and out of you to help you get a little used to the intrusion. it took every fiber of his body to have enough self-control to not shove the entire length of his cock inside your cunt and use it like his personal cocksleeve.

"look at me, y/n." he breathed out, making you open your eyes as your eyes were a little glossy. gojo never fucked a virgin before, and you were his best friend, so he wanted to be extra careful to not hurt you.

"i'm sorry." gojo quickly blurted out and you were confused for a quick minute, until you let out a pained cry as he shoved his entire cock inside your pussy inch by inch. he quickly latched his lips onto yours, swallowing your cries as his thumb came down to play with your clit.

your nails dug into his flesh, tears streaming down your face as the stretch of his cock was so painful.

"hurts so much, toru." you sniffled, mumbling your words on his lips.

"it would've hurt more if i went inch by inch slowly. you'll be okay, baby, trust me." with that being said, gojo slid his cock fully out, your pussy missing the feeling of being full. you mewled at the loss of contact, until he slammed his hips back into you, shoving his cock in one go.

within each slow thrust that he gave you, the pain faded away and you were soon drowning in pleasure. your cunt clamped down on his cock, the delicious feeling of the vein on his cock grazing against your wet walls made your eyes roll back.

"such a sweet pussy, fuck you're so tight." he grunted, grabbing your hips in place as his pace was unforgiving. his cock curved and kissed every inch inside your cunt, making you grip the sheets for dear life.

"satoru! i- fuck. wait, it's too much!" you cried out, your vision becoming blurry and you couldn't tell if it was from the tears that were forming due to overstimulation or from exhaustion.

maybe both.

"you could take it, princess. this pussy was fucking made for my cock." gojo moaned, grabbing the back of your knees before pushing them back to your head; placing you in a mating press.

this new angle gave him a better view of your tits bouncing with every thrust along with every ripple of your ass that came in contact with his heavy balls. your free hand came down to play with your clit as the other hand grabbed the back of his head to give him a sloppy kiss.

"feels so good, toru." you slurred, as his cock continued to kiss your cervix, bullying it's way in and out of your aching hole.

"gonna fuck you so dumb, till you become mine." he grinned against your skin, biting down as he placed a slap on your pussy, making you let out a cry.

"please, please, please! i-i'm gonna cum!" you stuttered out, feeling his balls hit against your ass while he continued to fuck your hole. your cunt began to convulse around his cock.

with another thrust, another rub on your clit and a gentle kiss on the side of your neck, you let out the most desperate and needy moan known to mankind as you began to cum around his cock.

gojo began to chase his own high, satisfied with the ring of white cream forming at the base of his cock, fucking you into over stimulation.

"f-fuck, gonna cum. god, i-i love you, y/n." he choked on his words, fingers clawing onto your hips as he gave you one final thrust before release thick wads of hot cum inside your hole.

gojo fell on top of your body with his arms supporting him a little to make sure he doesn't crush you with his weight, cock still lodged inside your wet cunt that was now filled with both his and your cum.

"i... fuck, i love you too, satoru." you whispered, swallowing thickly from how dry your throat was. you stroked his snowy white hair, the both of you breathing heavily as gojo continued to lazily fuck his cum into you.

"you know, i didn't expect you to be a virgin from how horny you are." gojo giggled, making you hum. he rested his head on your chest, playfully taking your nipple in his mouth as he sucked on it.

"well, i guess i got the real life experience now." you gave him a cheeky smile, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

"better than your little books?" his voice was a little muffled due to having a mouthful of your boobs in his mouth.

"mhm, i should write about it." you thought out loud, catching his attention.

"if you have writers block anytime else, just let me know and i'll help you. that's the least i could do for my dear girlfriend." gojo smirked, making you blush at the last word.

"oh? and since when have you declared that you're my boyfriend?" you joked, making him bite your nipple.

"since forever. you're mine now anyways." he pouted like a child, making you laugh.

"fine, so are you finally gonna let me stack donuts on top of it?" you said, making him look at you with a look of disbelief.

"maybe."

[cloudykaii]

little scenarios

pairing: txt x 6th!member, platonic

warnings: nothing too bad i think, maybe some cursing and crying

this is like an extendeed version of my little things series! just instead of bullet points it's little scenarios. for comparable work, check out care, on my bts masterlist

When you first joined the group there was a bit of controversy about it. Granted, you had joined them as the last member to be added, but you had still debuted with them. It was what attracted the most attention to your debut. Five tall guys and one short girl? You were also the youngest, so you were still a minor at debut. It took a while in order to get to the point where people seemed to be genuinely interested in your talent instead of how crazy or ridiculous it was for you to be in such a group.

         Unlike the general public, the guys never really seemed to care. When you were added, there was a few days of panic. Were you all going to share a dorm? Would you even be comfortable that? Then, when you moved in, that changed to the topic of how to not accidentally walk in on you and what to do.

         You had been nervous, too. You had worked as hard as you possibly could and then some in order to make this happen. You just got handed the opportunity of a lifetime and what if they didn’t recognize how hard you had worked in order to prove that you had the talent and the backbone to handle this opportunity?

         But then you actually started working together, and everything seemed to fall into place,

         Debut performances made anyone nervous, anything could go wrong, and what if you secretly weren’t as good as you thought? But you were nervous for a different reason about your debut. You didn’t mind being the only one given a skirt while the guys were in suits on some sort, and you didn’t mind the shoes they gave you to make you a little taller and to monopolize on the cute look you were supposed to have… but the skirt was really short, and the shoes only seemed to magnify that.

         During the little interview beforehand, you had been given a jacket to lay over your lap. You were grateful for that but now that you were going over the moves in front of the mirror before you had to actually perform, you couldn’t help but notice that while your outfit was cute, the last thing it was is functional. When you practically flashed yourself in the mirror you decided enough was enough and shyly moved to find Soobin.

         He was talking to someone that looked like a staff member for the show you were performing on, and you stood by him, anxiously clasping your hands together as you waited. You tried to hold out until he could give you his attention all by himself but knowing that time until the stage was closing in, you finally reached out and anxiously tugged on his sleeve. He looked down at you finally, eyes widening slightly as if he was surprised to see you there.  He must have seen the anxious look on your face because the first thing he asked was, “What’s going on?”

         “Uhm.” You began. “I could probably tough it out if it’s an issue, but is there any way I could borrow someone’s jacket or something?” Your little voice was practically a whisper and he had to lean down a little to hear it, but he got the message. He pulled away a little to look down at you and his jaw dropped when he realized just how much of you he could see. He moved to cover you a little, slipping his hand into yours.

         “Let’s go find your stylist.” His cheeks burned with a blush as he kept his eyes straight ahead, looking for the woman in question. When he found her going through her makeup supplies, he immediately started in. “Can we get a better skirt? Honestly, change the whole outfit if you have to, but she cannot perform in that.”

         She looked at him, confused. “But.. she looks fine, and she wore it for the interview, so if she’s the only one who changes outfits then it could spread rumors about her being a diva..”

         Soobin stared at her, face blank. “I don’t care. Respectfully, she is not only a minor, but she’ll flash the whole audience if she goes out there dancing in that.” He was trying to be as respectful as possible but he was just getting the vibe that she just didn’t want to go through the effort of changing the outfit, and you looked so scared behind him, he felt something surge in his chest. He was ushered out the door so you could change finally.

         When you came back out only minutes before the performance in a longer skirt and with a much more comfortable look on your face, he was satisfied. When you gave him that big, happy smile and went, “Thank you,” all shyly, he felt his chest swell with pride for helping you as a person and as your leader. “Any time,” he said softly. “Now, you ready to go blow the world away?”

Sure, not all of the moments shared were happy, especially in the beginning.

If there was one thing Taehyun liked doing, it was fucking with you- sometimes, at the expense of others. The entire dorm was woken up at seven in the morning to the sound of your screaming. It was alarming in itself, but when you were the only one with your own room, it became an emergency. However, when they went to open the door, and all they saw was you on top of Taehyun and hitting him with one of your textbooks while he laughed uncontrollably, they didn’t know what to do at first. Finally, Beomgyu moved to tug you off of the younger boy, taking away the book.

         “What is going on?” Soobin asked sleepily, but Taehyun was still cackling. “Oh, you should have seen it! She screamed so loud!”

         A sarcastic comment like “We heard,” was about to leave Yeonjun when you huffed. “Every day this week, Taehyun has found some way to mess with me. All I want to do is sleep in, so that I can wake up and focus on getting all of my assignments done so that I can practice more for the performance this weekend!” You looked exhausted, Yeonjun was the first to notice.

         You were pale, there were dark circles under your eyes and more than mad at anyone, you looked like you were about to cry. Taehyun stuck his tongue out at you, and you lunged at him again. Yeonjun had an inkling of what was going on, judging by the way things were strewn across your room. He knew you were under a lot of stress, but he didn’t really know how bad it was. Between classes and working on your Korean and performing and any other social aspect, you felt like you were drowning.

         Figuring you probably wouldn’t want to be seen crying, Yeonjun pulled you with him out of the room. “Hey, what’s going on, little shark?”

         You sniffled a little at the familiar nickname before mumbling. “I just wanted to sleep.” His heart broke when you broke down in tears, and he rubbed your back softly. He saw Taehyun’s sheepish face and moved to shut the bedroom door with his foot, shaking his head as if to say not now. “Have you not been sleeping?” he asked you softly, and you just sniffled. “No.. I’ve been trying to do as much homework as possible so I don’t have to do it whenever we have something big! And I’ve been trying to practice my Korean and my dances and I’m scared because what if I’m not any good at it and I’m so tired,” you cried and he just soothed you for a second. No one was judging you for being so upset. Hell, they had all felt like that since their career started, and worse than that, you were so young.

         You were giving up everything to chase your dreams, and that took a lot of guts- Yeonjun figured you had more than enough bravery to match the pressure you were under. He gently pushed you away from him to lay you down. “No, I need-“

“What you need to do,” he interrupted, “is get a few hours of real sleep. This is the quietest, and coldest room here, so just close your eyes for a bit.” Yeonjun brushed some of your curls out of your face. “You can rest now, it’s okay.” It was hard to remain noble against him and insist that you needed to work when he could see your eyes were already droopy. He just made sure that you were tucked in and asleep. And, to Taehyun’s credit, he did apologize. He hadn’t really understood the amount of pressure you were under; after all, you never really talked about it and you managed to make everything seem so easy.

But that was just how it was sometimes, sometimes you needed someone to realize you were drowning and reach out to help you, and that was exactly what they were there for.

[frickingnerd]

“because i will protect you”

pairing: shinjiro aragaki x gn!reader

summary: shinjiro notices you come home from school with a black eye and wants to find out who hurt you!

tags: protective!shinjiro, hurt/comfort, injured/abused!reader, shinji attending school to protect reader from bullies, happy end

a/n: “because i will protect you” has to be one of my favorite persona 3 songs, so i had to name this oneshot after it!

“who did this to you?”

shinjiro sat next to you on the couch in the lounge, an ice pack gently pressed against your face, trying to cool down that black eye of yours. he knew that this wasn't there when you left the dorms this morning, so clearly this happened sometime during or after school.

“you don't know them…”

despite of how close shinjiro sat to you, you glanced to the side, avoiding eye contact with him. you were embarrassed about the whole situation. as if being picked on at school by some upperclassmen wasn't enough, now shinjiro knew about it too. and knowing shinjiro, he wouldn't drop the topic until he was convinced you were safe again.

“oh, i'd love to get to know them! why don't you tell me their names?”

you could hear that shinjiro was being sarcastic. of course, he wasn't interested in getting to know your bullies. the only thing he'd introduce them to would be his fists. but violence wouldn't fix your problems. if anything, violence would only lead to more violence.

“can't you just pretend you never saw anything…?” you pleaded quietly, eyes still glued to the wall, instead of shinjiro. “i– i don't want things to get worse…”

shinjiro sighed quietly, pulling away the ice pack and resting his arms on his knees, as he leaned forward. for a moment, he quietly starred forward, seemingly thinking about how to solve your problems, if you didn't want any help. but eventually, he sat up again and took your hand, making you look at him for the first time since the two of you sat down here.

“what if i attended school again? when i'm around you, nobody will dare to lay a hand on you again!”

you could barely believe what you were hearing. shinjiro had stopped attending school a while ago. not even mitsuru or akihiko could get him back into gekkoukan, yet here he was, suggesting to return to school, if it meant keeping you safe.

“i–”

you wanted to reject his offer. you didn't want him to come back just for you. but then you thought about what this would mean for shinjiro. this was the first time he had suggested returning to school. even if it didn't feel right to use his kindness to get him back there, you knew this would be good for him. he could finish his education alongside his friends! and the longer you thought about it, it wouldn't be too bad if you had someone by your side who would look out for you.

“i-if you're truly sure that this is what you want to do…” you started, hesitantly. “then, would you come to school with me tomorrow?”

shinjiro looked a bit perplexed that you actually accepted his offer. you were so resistant, but now it seems you had changed your mind. perhaps you had finally realized that it would be good to have someone by your side, to look out for you!

with a smile, shinjiro nodded and gently squeezed your hand: “then it's settled!”

[cheezeybread]

American McGee Alice anon, back at it again [if I keep this up, I might label myself something cheesy like "Anon McGee." How does that sound?]

I was going to gather more to send your way regarding the topic of the last request, but I couldn't actually put much together today. So, instead, I'm delivering some potentially mildly incoherent ramblings and a lot of creative freedom to take them wherever you'd like.

I'm thinking especially of something along the lines of- likely post Riddle Overblot- a gradual shift into the MadAlice Reader becoming more genuinely comfortable with everyone in Heartslaybyul as they begin to create a differentiation between them and that which hurt them in the previous mental wonderland they'd retreated to.

Obviously there's still plenty of Rocky moments to be had- just because they're comfortable doesn't mean all will always be well- but overall, I'm just thinking of a bit of a fluffy-ish scenario that encapsulates the reader growing closer to the students of Heartslaybyul. Maybe hurt/comfort at best, but still comfort nonetheless.

Again, take as many creative liberties as you want here, I'm doing my best to balance being vague enough to allow wiggle room but also trying not to keep too many details out to the point it's just entirely unclear, lmao.

YEAAHHHH ANON MCGEE BACK AT IT AGAIN! Totally start calling yourself that now, it has such a silly ring to it!

Don't worry, I totally got you (unless I don't oops), so have this little sucker of a one-shot! I haven't written very many comfort fics lately, so I might be a taddddd rusty, sorry!

𝐅𝐭: 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞, 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐲, 𝐀𝐜𝐞, 𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞, 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

..••°°°°••..

You had woken up sooner, rather than later, to the relief of the entire Heartslabyul dorm. But no one was more relieved than Riddle.

As soon as you woke up, Riddle was there, leaning his head down to read out of a thick textbook. You almost didn't recognize him at first...he wasn't wearing the attire you normally saw him in. Instead of the crown and wonderland-esque uniform, he had on a shirt that looked to be a size too big, and a baggy pair of sweatpants.

You sat up slowly, the movement sending a dull throb through your back. Geez, how long were you out? The shuffling of the bed made Riddle's head jerk up, and the tension on his face faded as soon as he saw your eyes opening.

"You...you're awake," He said, his voice in a whisper.

You couldn't think of what to say to this guy who was practically a stranger to you, so you made a small "mhmm" back.

Riddle looked back down to his textbook before closing it softly, setting it down on the ground beneath his chair. He took his time before looking back up at you, his gaze focused on your shoulder rather than your eyes.

"I wanted to say that I'm...sorry," He started, a bit awkwardly. One of his hands reached down to his sweatpants, idly pulling at the fabric "For everything. I wasn't very kind to you, which went against one of the rules of the-" He stopped himself, furrowing his brows "I mean, it wasn't nice of me. And I knew that you had some...issues with our dorm. But yet, because of me, you kept having to be dragged back there. Even though I could tell how much it was hurting you."

Riddle sat up a bit straighter, taking a deep breath before continuing "I was....wrong. It was wrong of me to treat you like I did, and I was wrong about so much other stuff, too. The Quee- sorry, her rules aren't everything, and since my accident, I've come to understand that the person with the most power isn't necessarily the most right, much less the most righteous ruler there could be." He folded his hands in his lap "I know that you have issues, I can see the burns on what little parts of your skin show. I hear from Ace, from Cater, everyone who's seen you, that you have something happening. Some sort of paranoia. And I cannot express how deeply apologetic I am for playing into your fear."

You swallowed thickly, trying your best not to remember the events that transpired just before you blacked out. You tried not to see the malice and hatred in Riddle's eyes now that you had seen before. But it was hard. "M'kay," was all you could manage.

"I won't disrespect you by demanding you tell me what's going on, or what had happened to you in the past," Riddle continued "I only wish for you to help me act better, for you to tell me how I can help. I wish to improve myself, and my dorm, to become a place where you can rest easier than you have in the past. Or, if you'd rather be left alone by us entirely throughout your stay at this school, I can do my best to ensure my students won't get in your way in the slightest."

He...he actually wanted to help you? After all that happened, after all that he himself went through as well? The thought brought a small smile to your face, and you reached out a shaky hand, resting it on top of Riddle's head

"That sounds nice."

Riddle gave a small smile in return, his relief palpable. He had expected you to blow up in anger, based on how he acted. To see you holding no ill will towards him was more than he could hope for. He stood up quickly, nodding his head towards you in a professional manner, before he walked out of the room.

It wasn't until a week later that you realized he had not worn his uniform so that you wouldn't panic at the sight of him.

★・・・・・・★

Things were slowly getting better. For real this time.

It wasn't easy, but no recovery ever should be. But with some baby steps, you were on your way to a better place, mentally and emotionally. You could tell that Riddle was healing alongside you, which made the path to happiness a little more rewarding.

You never did tell the Heartslabyul dorm what had happened to you in detail. Only offhandedly mentioned your scars coming from a house-fire. And they never asked for any more information, despite their intense curiosity that you could feel oozing out of them with every glance towards you. You suspected this was mainly because of Riddle's influence over them. You were grateful for it.

Speaking of, Riddle kept his word, true and deep.

You gave a text everytime that you were about to come over to their dorm, and Riddle would instruct his student to change into their loungewear, even if they were in the midst of doing work. He told Ace and Deuce, knowing that the two of them were around you more often, to warn you when there was an Unbirthday party at their property, so they could, in turn, warn you.

He even asked if you'd like them to wear makeup over the card symbols on their skin. It was an enticing offer, since the symbols still made your heart sink every time you noticed them...but you denied it. You had to learn to deal with some things, or else you may not heal fully. Besides, Riddle and the others were bending over backwards for you as it was, it would be unfair for you to make an obscenely large amount of demands of them.

You cooked with Trey, who always made a habit of telling you when he needed a "hand in the kitchen", even though you knew he'd be better off without your held. The two of you would talk about anything under the sun, except for cards, parties, and painting roses red. And in the end, you would get a slice of whatever dessert you two whipped up.

You went on walks with Cater, who kept you up-to-date on the latest trends and scandals going on both in school and in the world around you. He always found some silly story to make the two of you cackle and howl, and eventually, the conversations would drift from real-life stories to fantastical tales involving dragons, knights, and magical geese who could blow up the world with a single honk! They weren't the best made-up tales, but you two had fun with them.

You played games with Ace and Deuce, who were both masters at trying to one-up the other. Sometimes they would get caught in a prank war between each other, and each one would recruit you to prank the other, which led in a lot of back-and-forth banters and ended with them laughing about how you "betrayed" them by joining the enemy's side. Sometimes they would teach you how to play video games, and sometimes you would play a lame version of basketball with the mediocre players.

And you would hang around Riddle while he studied in the library. In return for your company, he would tell you stories about his own life- keeping careful watch of what he said so that he wouldn't slip and begin talking about the Queen- about his mother, his unhappy childhood, and how he had struggled throughout his life with feelings of being inadequate unless he was at the top of the list in anything and everything. He found comfort in telling his secrets, and it almost made you want to tell him yours. But he never asked to hear yours, and in the end, you were content to keep your own secrets.

You were getting better, day by day.

°°••....••°°

[ququb444hm]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

part 27 / cramps ☆

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warning(s): possible typos bc its almost 2 am n i have not proofread this at all

mori glanced over to his left, noticing the sudden change in demeanor from yn who was just giggling over mr. alec’s reaction to his ‘friend’ surprising him outside of his class for a ‘friendly hangout’. “something happen?” 

the mild concern spreading across yn’s features quickly diminished when she turned off her phone, tucking it away in the back pocket of her jeans. “no. everything’s fine. everything will be fine.” she reassured– though it sounded like she was reassuring herself more than mori. “tets is on his way to pick me up, so I’m gonna have to raincheck going to your dorm tonight mori, sorryyy.” 

“don’t worry about it!” mori chirped, an arm slinging around the girl’s shoulders. “just means that you’re making dinner for us next time.”

“if you want overcooked dino nuggets for dinner again. then, yeah.” rin teased, laughing to himself at the memory of yn forgetting to take the metal tray out of the oven because somehow she managed to lock herself out of mori’s dorm room and couldn’t get back in until 7 minutes after the kitchen timer alerted the food was ready.

yn rolled her eyes, nudging the boy’s side with her elbow. “as if you weren���t the one refusing to open the door for me.”

“I was working on a project!” rin defended.

mori raised a brow, recalling the night of the topic. “oh? I didn’t know taking a nap with my dog was part of your project.”

taking rin’s silence as a sign of defeat, yn grinned in triumph. “never belittle my cooking skills!”

“yeah okay. opening a bag of pre-made dino nuggets and popping them into the oven isn’t necessarily cooking.”

yn cupped her ear, leaning closer to the grumbling cinematography major “’m sorry, what was that? can’t really understand what sounds like…like…” she shared a knowing look with mori who was already giggling to himself. “like BULLSHIT right now!”

the sudden stop in rin’s footsteps threw the two into a frenzy, clutching their stomachs as their laughter bounced about throughout the halls. 

“I think he’s mad!” mori managed to squeeze in between laughs.

taking a deep breath, rin gave his friends a menacing smile.“i’m going to be generous and give you giggling neanderthals a five-minute start before I catch you and commit unspeakable crimes.”

yn let out an excited squeal, feeling like a little kid as she grabbed mori’s arm and began to run to the building’s exit. “don’t let him catch you!” she exclaimed, steps quickening as the two made their way down the stairs, careful not to trip.

“I hear him, he’s coming!” mori cried, navigating through the various turns they had to make before finally bursting through the art building’s doors. 

just as he was about to make a successful escape, he was pulled back by the thundering drummer. “leaving so soon, pretty boy?” 

“noooooo!!! we were so close!” yn shrieked, “please, take me instead!” but her pleas went deaf to rin’s ears who only smirked in victory.

“now, now, no need for any sacrifices.” he kept his hold on mori’s wrist, unknowingly silencing the sandy blond whose heart seemed to run numerous laps inside his chest. “a win is a win.”

yn scoffed, waving off the loss. “whatever.”

the three make their way to the parking lot, patiently waiting for tetsurou to arrive. when he does, mori and rin watch as yn gets into the car, saying their goodbyes before also taking their leave.

“hey, kuroo.” tetsu smiles, messing up his sister’s hair and earning a groan as she puts on her seatbelt. “how was class?”

yn makes herself comfortable, prepping her mind for whatever her brother was about to follow up with. “suppeerrr funsies, tets. did you just come from the gym?”

“yeah, had to drop off kou before picking you up.” yn hums. her mind starting to fill up with possibilities of what the conversation might develop into. as if tetsu could see right through her, he began to ask what had been plaguing his mind for the past few days. “so…anything you wanna tell me? ya know cause i’m your brother and I love you, and I would always want to know if something is wrong, and I am hoping you know you can trust me with anything and everything.”

“I know tets.” yn reassures, giving him an awkward smile which he turns to see for a brief second before turning his eyes back on the road in front of him.

“so spill, what’s up?”

“are you looking for a specific answer or…”

“no, just want you to be honest with me is all.”

the conversation yn had with her friends from the night they were all in her room, after the whole incident with kozume, revisited her thoughts. 

“oh but guys,” yn spoke up, earning several hums. “you cannot let my brother know about any of this.” the request caused the friends to break away from the hug, confused as to why the only other person besides yn who could knock some sense into kozume couldn’t be informed of the situation. “it’s just… with the game coming up, I don’t want the team to turn to shit because one of the co-captains suddenly can’t cooperate with the main setter.”

mori clicked his tongue, feeling conflicted with yn’s choice. “okay… I understand where you’re coming from but what’re you gonna do when your brother does find out? I mean, he’s not dumb.”

“mori’s right.” rin chimed. “he might start getting suspicious with your change of attitude towards kozume and start piecing things together.”

she mentally cursed the accuracy of her friends– though already expecting her brother to notice something was wrong without her directly telling him because, obviously, he’s her brother.

“okay…,” yn knew it would be best to come clean to tetsu about the recent events, but she just couldn’t bear the guilt she would feel if she saw him and kozume suddenly start to get rocky before their first game of the year, especially after all the hard work the whole team has been putting in. “well i’m passing all my classes-”

“even chem?”

“even chem, tets. and I have this big project for my painting class, the one I just came out of, so i’m spending more time in there than usual. and…” yn tried to think of other things to catch her brother up on to hopefully ease his concern, but he beat her to it.

“why’d you skip chem and ela that one day with tooru?” the car stopped at a red light, allowing tetsurou to have more of his attention on yn. 

‘quick, quick, quick-’ yn fidgeted with the straps of her bag, attempting to calm herself down. “oh you know, I was just really overwhelmed that morning.” ‘that wasn’t a total lie, please believe me.’ “with the project, my other classes, helping out with the band because of their gig, and cece with the shop, and the volleyball team, i’ve just been a bit busy and tooru wanted to help me relax.” once again, not a total lie. “don’t worry though, kozume- er koz uhm- i texted kozu while i was out and he said we had a sub and were just working on the previous day’s work which i already finished. so, it’s all good. all good.” now that was a lie.

the topic of kozume seemed to be what tetsurou was curious about because his face flashed with surprise, almost distracting him from the spotlight turning green. “oh. so… nothing is wrong with you and kozume?”

“why would there be anything wrong?”

“no its just,” his confusion was evidently clear, his other hand running through his hair as he tried to collect his thoughts. “last week tuesday with the apology and you telling me he kissed you, but when he got to practice he was barely talking to you which i just found really weird.”

“ohh, I mean I think we both know how shy he can get.” yn mumbled.

“yeah but,” tetsu clicked his tongue. yn was right, but he couldn’t get rid of the feeling that there was just more to uncover. “I guess I just expected him to be more bold after he literally kissed you. I mean you make it clear you like him, and there’s literally nothing stopping him from asking you out or something– and i’m sorry if i’m overstepping my boundaries since it isn’t technically my relationship, but it just rubs me the wrong way since I’m your brother and if something happens to you, it happens to me too. that’s just how it is.”

“so you’re saying…kozume kissed you too?”

tetsu rolled his eyes at his sister’s little joke, “oh shut up, you know that’s not what I mean. but there’s something else i’ve been thinking about. I noticed after you went out to go talk to kozume when he went to get some water, you didn’t come back. what happened? atsumu said you got-”

“NO! no! ahahaha no.” yn awkwardly laughed off her sudden outburst, mentally reminding herself to sucker punch the fake blonde the next time she saw him. “I just…got cramps. yeah, my period cramps hurt real baaaad.” she dragged out the word, wanting to emphasize the lie. “like I started crying, kind of bad. I had to ask cece to pick me up. sorry I didn’t tell anyone before leaving all of a sudden.”

seeing tetsurou’s features soften at the misfortune his little sister had to endure, yn finally relaxed knowing he was going to drop any further interrogation related to the one person she did not want to even think about. “aww what,” genuine concern laced his voice, making yn feel slightly ashamed for the string of deception. “is your cycle over now though? you should’ve texted me, I would’ve come by after practice and got you something.”

“I know, I know. i'm sorry, tets.”

“and if you’re really stressed, just let me know. the whole manager role was so abrupt. I wasn’t really thinking of how busy you already are with everything. I’m sorry, yn.”

hearing tetsu’s worry was equivalent to being stabbed a hundred times and then being lit on fire and then having the people who lit you on fire extinguish you only to stab you a few more hundred times. yn quickly tried to cheer him up, “its okay, tets! I wanted to do it, remember? I thought it would be fun and it is. getting to spend more time with you and everyone else has been a great way for me to unwind. I’m really glad you gave me this opportunity.” 

tetsu sighed, thankful that he didn’t add to yn’s burdens. “If you need to work on other things tomorrow, just let me know. I'm sure kou and I can handle practice ourselves.” 

laughing at the stubbornness, yn placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “no, I can make it. It’s okay, but thank you.”

“are you sure?”

yn smiled, her heart warming at knowing how much her brother looked after her. “yeah, i’m sure tetsu.”

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[niki-phoria]

was the one who suggested the shy sunghoon fic I LOVE ITTTTTTTT ITS SAUR CUTE

can i also request a ni-ki x yn fic kinda like influenced irl

so yn is older (months older theyre still both the same age) and ni-ki always teases how yn is a clingy person and is a baby thst wants attention even though hes older and yn tries stopping to be clingy w him and suddenly ni-ki backtracks and talk about how he secretly likes it

TYYYYY LOVE YOUR WORKS

i'm so obsessed with him HDNSLN

pairing: niki x male!8th member!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff/comfort word count: 667

includes: briefly mentioned idol activities, didn't want this to be too angsty so it's just a small misunderstanding, niki's hair looks so soft, barely based on this video

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i'm so glad you liked the sunghoon fic :)) i hope you enjoy this one too <33

requests open !! read my rules first

niki lays sprawled out on the mattress as you prepare to begin filming. you watch heeseung and sunghoon drag another mattress away from the stack as you curl up next to him from where he’s laying. niki smiles, resting his hand on your back. 

“cute,” jay teases. 

“the maknaes are cuddling.” jungwon chuckles. you ignore their comments in favor of moving even closer to niki, hiding your face in his neck. he laughs, tugging you even closer.

“you’re so cute, hyung,” niki smiles as he playfully pokes your cheek. “you’re always so clingy.” you swat his hand away as you shift away from him slightly to give him more space. 

filming only takes a few hours, but you still avoid touching niki too much for the rest of the day. you shove your hands into your pockets instead of grabbing his hand as you’re driven back to the dorms. you don’t notice the way niki watches as you silently stand up and take your turn to shower instead of playing a few rounds of a random game with him and pressing a kiss against his forehead before leaving.

it isn’t long after your shower before niki quietly enters your room. you silently watch as he walks over to the side of your bed and sits next to you. you shift your computer to sit in between you, giving him more access to the screen, though his gaze remains fully on you. 

niki doesn’t break eye contact - even when you turn to face him. he fidgets with his fingers in his lap - as if contemplating something. “what?” he doesn’t reply; instead shaking his head. you decide not to push the topic, returning your attention to the drama playing in front of you. 

after a few more minutes, niki slowly begins shifting towards you. he moves so your knees touch. then, he leans his head on your shoulder. when you still don’t react, he finally lays down fully in your lap. a small smile spreads across your face when he reaches over to grab your hand before resting it on his head. you take the cue, slowly twisting his soft strands between your fingers and gently scratching your nails against his scalp. 

niki lets out a content sigh, nuzzling closer to you. the drama remains long forgotten in the background as you allow yourself to fully focus on him. his eyes flutter closed as he further relaxes against you. you’re about to close your computer to let him sleep in peace when he speaks. 

“you didn’t come find me.” niki’s voice is quiet. you almost have to lean in to hear him clearly. “after your shower. you always come sit with me and we cuddle or game or watch a drama together. you didn’t come today.” 

”i’m sorry. i thought you didn’t like it.” 

“i do.” niki shifts a little to look up at you. he pauses for a second before speaking again. “is it because of what i said earlier?” 

“you said it was clingy. i thought you wanted space.”

“it’s not that, it’s just…” he sighs. you push his bangs back behind his ears, giving him time to answer. his voice is even quieter when he does. “i like you. a lot. and sometimes i get embarrassed about the other’s teasing us so i started joining in. i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay.” niki momentarily pulls your hand away from his hair to press a kiss against your knuckles. you smile, squeezing his hand before he lets go. “maybe i should ignore you more often,” you tease. “i like you coming to me for cuddles.” you pretend not to notice the way niki sulks from his position on your lap. you stifle a small chuckle, coaxing him to lay on a pillow instead so you can curl up behind him. “are you comfortable?” 

“always.” niki smiles when you lean forwards to press a kiss against his shoulder, nuzzling further against his body. “i love you.” 

“i love you too.” 

[ash5monster01]

Goes On Prologue

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x OC!FemReader

Warnings: 18+, depression, mentions of suicide, heavy topics, eventual smut, slow burn romance, fluff, gender themes/stereotypes.

Summary: Against his best efforts Charlie has to start at a new preparatory school after the tragic events that took place at Welton. The very events that led to the loss of his best friend and getting expelled in the first place. He has no plans to make friends let alone get close to anyone ever again. That is until he meets Evelyn and her interesting group of friends. No matter how hard he tries to push them away he finds it to be impossible. So he caves and in the end learns that life can still be enjoyable even if it feels like everyone is against you.

Word Count: 1.6k

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Ridge Academy, NY

1/3/60

The craziest part for Charlie was that standing outside this new building it felt the same. He knew it shouldn’t since Welton was the only school he had ever attended his whole life. Yet standing here, looking at the walls and hearing the chatter of students from the dorm floor, he was saddened because it felt the same. It didn’t matter that it didn’t look the same, held different students, different teachers, different experiences. It was a sad reminder that every preparatory school was the same. That this one would be no different with its insane amount of school work and harsh teachers. It would be another constant reminder that creativity was wrong, creativity didn’t keep jobs.

The only hope Charlie had left about a new school being good for him had been crushed. Here in front of him was just another mindless building full of prisoners beat into not becoming free thinkers. If you made it out with your spirit still alive you were lucky. One of the few survivors not tainted by the ugliness of the cruel world. Charlie wished he was one of those survivors but instead he had been beaten by the system worse than them all and in the end still had a whole year and half left of their torture.

“Well son, what do you think?” Charlie took a moment to respond to his father, hands clenching over the handles of his suitcases. After all he wasn’t sure how to respond. Over Holiday break he had been punished enough for his behavior and beat back into remembering he had no right to indulge in the good things in life.

“I think it’s another school, no different than the last” he finally responded, refusing to look his father in the eye and see the smug look he wore. Charlie didn’t need another reminder that he was to listen to the man and do as he was told. If all went well they’ll have turned him into an obedient money making machine by the time he was done.

“Well it better be different than the last. We can’t afford another incident like last time. If you’re to get into an ivy league school you will do your best here” his father responded with a harsh and cold tone, no longer in the mood to deal with his attitude.

“The chances of me getting into an ivy league after expulsion are low” Charlie muttered as he stepped through the doors to the boys dorms. He had been provided a tour of campus over the break to avoid any mixups. He hated that he already knew the school, it gave his father something to hold against him.

“Well if you had just signed that paper maybe you wouldn’t be in this predicament” his father dropped the suitcases he held, them clambering to the floor outside his new dorm room. Charlie watched as his mother jumped slightly, learning over break to let the arguments take their course.

“I already told you signing that paper would’ve made me a liar and I’m many things Dad, but dishonest isn’t one of them” Charlie bit back, tired of defending his honor. If he could put his whole foot down Cameron’s throat he would. Same for Neil’s father. If he was being honest, if he had a do over he still would’ve never signed that paper, and definitely still would’ve hit Cameron.

“I’m not having this argument again. Just try to keep your nose clean while you’re here. I’m tired of having a disappointment for a son” Mr. Dalton turned on his heel and down the hallway. Charlie wasn’t given the chance to say goodbye, his father’s words being final. So all he could do was watch him walk away and be thankful he won’t have to see him in person for another few months. His mother who never usually had an opportunity to speak stepped forward, hoping to leave her son with a better good bye.

“Give him time dear. He just wants what’s best for you” she smiled, reaching up to hold his cheeks. Charlie had been taller than her since puberty and seeing your baby grow bigger than you made you feel like you could no longer protect him from the world. That was proven true when he lost his best friend at seventeen and there was nothing she could do to cure his heartbreak. Death so young can change a person.

“Well leaving that fraud school is a step in the right direction” Charlie sneered but his heart clenched as he thought of his friends. Welton may have been hell but it was also the same place him and Neil would run the halls when they were 12 and it was the same place he spent some of his last moments with him.

“Well prove that to him, you’re strong my boy. I believe in you” she smiled and Charlie sighed as he set the suitcases he held down and wrapped his arms around his mother. After all he was still just seventeen and the safest place in the world would always be her arms.

“I love you Mom. Thanks for dropping me off” Charlie told her after a beat and Mrs. Dalton smiled, proud from knowing she had a well mannered boy. She knew her husband was proud too but two strong willed men were designed to clash against one another.

“I love you too baby. Be good, I’d prefer to not know your Dean by name for at least a month” Charlie chuckled as she let him go, leaving a soft kiss on the side of his head.

“I’ll try” he told her and she smiled before sending him a wink and rushing off to find her husband who more than likely had the car started and facing the direction of the exit. Charlie took a few moments to collect himself and his thoughts before facing his dorm door and giving it a knock.

“Come in” a muffled voice came through the door and Charlie quickly turned the handle as he pushed it open.

“Hey, I’m your new roommate Charlie” he reached a hand out, the boy sitting leisurely on his bed with a book in his hands. Over the winter break Charlie had tried to picture what his roommate would look like, a face that matched the personal items left behind in the room. He wasn’t too far off, a bit taller than expected but shaggy brown hair and green eyes matched what Charlie had pictured.

“Oh yeah, nice to meet you. I’m Nathan” the boy adjusted so he could give his hand a firm shake. A soft smile on his face. Charlie realized quickly he was kind.

“I apologize if this is weird. I know it’s not normal to get roommates halfway through the year” Charlie was never the type to roll over for someone else but in just the past month the entire world rolled over him and he didn’t have a lot of fight left in him.

“No it’s fine. Might be nice to have a roommate for once. My parents always thought it would interrupt with my studies but they can’t have any say when there is no more rooms left for the new student” Nate told him because it sucked knowing some people got to share a room with their best friend and got to know each other on a deeper level when he was used to spending his nights alone.

“Well I’ll try my best at being a good one then” Charlie said as he brought his suitcases in and shut the door. He never cared about being a decent roommate especially when his roommate was Cameron but now he just wanted some peace.

“You transferred from Welton right?” Nate asked as Charlie started to unpack. He hated how used he was to the feeling of moving into these small shared rooms. He hated even more his room mate already knew this about him.

“Yeah” Charlie muttered back, not in much mood to discuss the school. It was still on the fence how he felt about it when he looked back on life. It being the only place he felt he belonged and hated all at the same time.

“Man that’s so cool. I always wanted to go but my parents just couldn’t afford it. That school is for the best of the best” Nate looked at him eagerly, amazed to know he was now sharing a room with someone who knew exactly what it was like.

“And by best of the best you mean boys who are trained into mindless working men” Charlie snipped unintentionally and Nate sensed the tension as the hateful words rolled off Charlie’s tongue and he eased his excitement back. After all you didn’t leave a school like that for any old reason.

“Well I hope Ridge is a better fit for you” Nate muttered, understanding the boy more than likely just needed to be alone with his thoughts. He had already heard a muffled argument through the door. Charlie sighed as his fingertips brushed against the cool edge of the frame in his suitcase. Pulling it free he couldn’t quite find an emotion to place with it as he stared at the faces of him and his friends sitting on a rock outside of the cave. His finger covered Neil’s face that sat just above his own and he sighed. Tomorrow he would start classes for the first time without his best friend. He never thought there’d be a day.

“Yeah, me too”

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it's not me, it was my inner demons

gn!reader x dorm leaders (part two) - kalim al asim, vil schoenheit, idia shroud & malleus draconia

it's just your typical hangout with your lover, but then you suddenly decide to act on your thoughts out of the blue.

dorm leaders part 1. || vice dorm leaders part 1 (soon)

note: I JUST FOUND OUT LIONS DO NOT PURR 😭 thank u for @lavenderr-starrs for telling me ueueue but yes let's just imagine they do just for leona

✰ kalim al asim - captivating eyes

i know his eyes are closed in the picture but his garnet-red eyes seems to always pull you in every time he would invite you to go with him doing something

riding magic carpet with him? sure! building a water park behind ramshackle dorm? no problem! burning the school kit-

yes its hard to say no to him 🥹

like him doing the blink blink blink then all your arguments are gone because there is not a thought behind those beautiful eyes 🥺

"ok for my new year's resolution is to be able to fight my hardest battles." not a minute after, kalim's head popped out out of the corner of your eye - seeing you standing still, the dorm leader revealed himself and start to run towards you.

"(naaaaaaaaame) ~ !"

"hi kalim ~ and no i won't be able to hangout at scarabia today, i have a quiz tomorrow in music!" you can feel your boyfriend grabbing a hold of your arm from behind. kalim let out a wail, turning you around to face him to see him eye to eye.

"then i'll teach you instead! you know my best subject is music, pleaaaaase." you stared at each other, (eye color) eyes clashing with garnet-red ones. and are those sparkles around kalim's head?

'you know what, there is always next year.' sighing in defeat, you linked your arms with him as the two of you walked back to he scarabia dorm.

you two did study real! it lasted for an hour 🤓 but he is a good teacher though with the sound effects

there is not a day where you do not cheer up when seeing kalim looking at you with much love and care in those eyes

yes his eyes are the prettiest imo 🫡😤 wait what if i create a poll for that omg?

✰ vil schoenheit - their existence + debates

i did not lie ok !! vil's entire existence just gives me beautiful and elegant vibes 😫

and the effort vil put in his routine? get a notebook ou and take down notes because its a real deal!

its not like you act on your thoughts - it is more like vil can read your thoughts - staring at their hair? sit down, vil would gladly style yours. talking about their nails? they would teach you how to do it.

"potato, you are spacing out again. what is on your mind?"

"how come you always know what i am thinking? i can't even surprise you!" vil chuckled before giving you a peck on the forehead.

"you are just like an open book." and that is one of the things vil find so peculiar about you. rather than keeping anything hidden, even though you tried, you would still be see through.

"don't worry about surprising me with something. because you already are with your interesting choice of everyday topics."

the interesting topics in question are - is cereal soup? what would riddle feel when he is given a riddle? if you have described something as indescribable, haven’t you already described it?

tldr: you are giving vil existential crisis everyday 😊

vil doesn't mind though they actually find it entertaining on how you think of such topics

"vil, do you think if anything is possible, it’s still possible for anything to be impossible?"

"(name), potato. for the love of the great seven. it is three am."

"but like hear me o-"

they always love to hear you ramble but as much as possible. let us not do that in early morning 😭

✰ idia shroud - fluffy hair

ok i remember i asked this before if touching his hair burn your hands but it doesn't (if it burns, let's pretend)

when the two of you started going out + going on gaming nights as dates, you both just lean next to each other and screech - or criticizing that certain character in a movie

but one day, you discover that is hair in fact is quite ... unbrushed for days ...

"idia?"

"i did not eat the last pizza slice earlier. that was not me."

"... come here." after mentioning the pizza you've been also searching for an hour, you quickly grabbed the third year's shoulder and forced un to sit on the nearby chair with a brush on the other hand. his eyes stared as if it is his worst enemy.

"i think it's time for you to have a little cleaning up as punishment don't you think?"

at first he seems pretty reluctant, trying to avoid the direction of the brush but in the end he let you do so

and ngl, it feels so nice to have his hair brushed - idia even start to doze off midway

that is how relaxed he is during the process and wouldn't mind if you do it every one in a while

or maybe everyday 🥺

"idi-"

"i bought some new ha-hairpins that i thought you would like... i-it's right over the drawers"

yes. new daily commission unlocked - decorating idia's hair with anything you like

idia doesn't mind you styling his hair, and maybe he would even go on his day being proud of your artwork

✰ malleus draconia - the cowlick, the horns, THE FANGS !!

ok i do not have favoritism but i cant just choose one 🥹

malleus would notice how you would just stop replying to his stories and always catch you staring at his face

deep inside he was like "did he not like the story? was it strange?" but no !!

"child of man, what is wrong? did i said something wrong?" you blink twice before waving your hands in front defensively.

"ah! it's nothing, i was just wondering if i could do something for a second." malleus tilt his head to the side, curious. "and that is?"

"if i can touch you for a minute."

"..."

"... treasure we should not do that before marria-" you cut him of before he could finish his sentence, you cheeks flushing red.

"th-that's what i meant! i was just curious if your horns are as hard to touch as it looks." his eyes widen for a second before he closed his eyes - grabbing your hand and putting it on his horns

"there you go, treasure. you can touch them any time"

they are cold and hard to touch but it still feel fascinating + leads to head pats in which the dragon enjoys

what i mean enjoy it. malleus loves it very much

if there goes a day if you don't pat his head, he will pout. shocking your friends but who care he want your attention 🤬

and when he pouts his little fang pokes out

🥺

"(name), malleus-senpai have been staring at you for a while now."

"oh mal? that is his way of asking for head pats. i'll be back in a second"

it was not in fact a second because malleus didn't let go of your hand and laid down on you lap while enjoying the scenery

he needs his daily pats 🤬 he likes it too when u slightly play with his cowlick it feels ticklish

i do not have favorites i just have many words to say

and that is it for dorm leaders!! i pretty much wrote this brain empty again so if there is any correction to be made feel free to tell me i will check it immediatelyy 🫶 I MISSED UPDATING EVERYDAY ACTUALLY but naur my brain said no bitch u don't have any ideas for a scenario 🥲 i am thinking to write for genshin soon !! feel free to send me your thoughts abt it ueueue

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My Girlfriends Roommate - Chapter 7

No warnings for this but either chapter's 8 or 9 is where the smut begins. And I intend to post that tonight. I'm so sorry for the length guys, this story is like 34k words long, and I'm breaking it up to parts vs legit chapters because of tumblers word count limit. But we're close, I'm hoping the build up is doing something for your guys.

Summer was moving by fast, too fast. As much as you were eager for the day to come where you could see Samuel, you felt that the breezy days were flying by in a blink of an eye.

Vicky and the girls felt the same and took it upon themselves to savor the last few weeks of it to enjoy a shopping spree. You had an important exam to prepare for, so you decided to stay back and attend a study group session with some of your fellow classmates. When you returned to your dorm, Vicky had already returned and was in the room; large bags of clothes and accessories filled her bed as she was going in and out of her closet organizing everything.

You offered to help her, which she accepted with a smile. Noticing the large amount of the expensive clothing in the bags, you bit your tongue as you assumed Gabe was with her and purchased everything. If you weren’t glad in skipping out of the shopping events before, you certainly were now. Trying to avoid saying something smart regarding Vicky and Gabe’s “sugar daddy” relationship, you inserted a different topic instead trying to maintain a positive vibe.

“So, what else do you guys have plan for today?”

Vicky responded from inside her closet. “I think I’m going to hit up Ethan, which by the way, did you see him stop by today at all?”

You answered with a simple “no” as you took out the slink materials out of the bag and folded each article neatly. Vicky’s question had brought something to light.

Ethan was consistent in his visits to the dorm, either meeting with or picking up Vicky for a date. Yet it suddenly dawned on you that his visits came to an abrupt stop within the last few days. It was quite strange since you overheard him telling Vicky just four days ago that he would stop by every afternoon to give her a ride to the other side of campus for her summer courses. Vicky agreed since the campus was so widespread.

Yet, he stopped showing up. Ethan’s visit’s to the dorm wasn’t the only thing that had suddenly ceased. Apparently, he stopped texting and calling, he even stopped responding to her whenever she would reach out. He never gave Vicky an explanation. Vicky grew concerned and reached out to one of his frat members, to which they eased her worries after explaining that they’ve been seeing him every day.

Honestly, you were relieved to hear of that as well; you got used to Ethan and his small talks, so it was only natural for you to be slightly worried. Yet, the fact that he just decided to stop showing and communicating with her was still odd; you knew Vicky had plans to break it off with him but considering that she was asking if you had seen him or reaching out to his frat brothers regarding him, you knew that she hadn’t.

Since this was a matter between her and Ethan, you had no choice but to leave yourself out of it and hope for the best. The only thing was, since Ethan’s visits were at a pause, and Vicky still needed a ride for her summer courses, this propelled for Gabe to be around more often than you’d like. In fact, it was almost as if he replaced Ethan, thought Vicky maintained that she and Gabe weren’t dating, and as far as she knew her, and Ethan still were. Though to you it didn’t seem that way.

Two weeks went by since the day Ethan stopped showing up, and nothing had changed. One day, Vicky mentioned that she got to see him and was very vague about their interaction, so you figured it was a similar situation that of you and Samuel. Perhaps Ethan was just busy, he was practically reaching the finish line in college after all, so you didn’t think too far and just needed time to focus on his studies.

Maintaining the respect of not meddling in her business, you never asked or mentioned anything to Vicky. You could relate in having to sacrificing the desire to spend time with someone you cared about for the sake of them pursuing their ambition. You didn’t want to remind her and asked how Ethan was doing, so you left it all alone. Gabe showed up more frequently. Thankfully, he didn’t have a key, since Vicky gave hers to Ethan from before and apparently never got it back, so she often had to rely on you to unlock the door, which wasn’t an issue since your schedules were pretty much the same.

With Gabe swinging by as often as he was, you secretly wish Ethan would start back up with his visits to Vicky at the dorm. At first it was just a nuisance, Gabe started off with his usual rude manners, and while you would catch him always looking you up and down, you handled it in your usual tendencies of just ignoring it since you had way too much things on your plate that was worth your focus.

Until one day, Gabe took began taking it too far. He was getting out of hand with his mannerisms towards you, and it became infuriating with the number of times he brought a great deal of discomfort in your own room. There were times when Vicky would go use the bathroom, and you had to quickly make an excuse to leave the room and come back minutes later when you assumed she was done just so you could avoid sitting in the room alone with him for even a second.

Because the moment provided you were alone with him, he conducted himself inappropriately. Even if he and Vicky weren’t dating, it didn’t mean he had to act in a manner that was highly perverse and direct it to you, especially since it was unwarranted. Like the time he remained sitting on Vicky’s bed, tracing his fingers around his chest, his abdominal area, and then toward his pelvis, all the while making obscene noises and watching you as you were doing your homework. He must have thought you couldn’t hear him since you had your headset on, but you most definitely had, along with seeing him since your peripherals never failed.

There’s no way Vicky would stay friends with this idiot upon knowing how he acted whenever she wasn’t around, even if it meant losing him as a possible partner that would provide her that financial stability.

One time you caught him in looking at you, the moment you accidently glanced over when he had called your name, he licked his lips in a suggestive manner. Feeling fed up with his impolite gestures, you mouthed a silent “stop” to him, choosing to be discreet and not create awkwardness in front of Vicky.

His response was to stare at you directly with an unyielding look, almost like he took your warning as some sort of challenge to insists further at expressing this unwarranted desire for you. As frustrating as it was, you ignored him completely and made a mental note that once Ethan was finished with whatever was occupying his time from Vicky and coming back to his regular visits allotting for her to no longer rely on Gabe for rides, you would have to have a talk with her concerning him.

One week since went by, the youth of another Friday night graces the campus grounds. You sit back up against your headboard and conclude your homework for the night, happy that the weekend was already here since the week was dreadful with the approach of exams and enrollments for next semesters courses.

Vicky excitedly enters the room and rushes to your side, jumping on your bed to sit next to you.

“What are you doing tonight?” she asks clearly with an agenda in mind that she planned for the both of you.

“Nothing. What’s up?”

“So the girls and I are going to a party at one of the frat houses, it’s going to be fun. Let’s all go.” She states eagerly waiting for your response.

“Yeah sure, let’s go. What are we all wearing?” you ask greeting her smile with one of your own.

“I’m not sure yet, I have to pick an outfit, but the girls and I decided we want to be sexy.”

Chuckling, you fold your arm to cover your eyes. Vicky’s comment was comical. You reassured that she didn’t need to try, that she had already established herself as sexy the moment she stepped foot on campus.

“Vicky, you are sexy. In fact, when are you not sexy?” She laughs and responded, “I am not!”

“Yes you are. What about all those mini dresses you wear all the time? Are you kidding me?” you laugh wholesomely.

“We’ll if you say so, then it must be true.” she says in a playful manner.

The girls all met up at your dorm, they looked so beautiful all dolled up. Their hair and makeup done a bit heavier than normal but did well to set the mood for the night. You sat and tried to pick out a dress to wear for the evening, then you noticed that Vicky, as usual, was dressed to the nines. She looked so pretty showing off her red mini dress to you.

It showcased a deep plunging neckline to expose a heavy bit of cleavage, a series of jeweled bracelets, hair broach, and jeweled accents on her dress increased her appeal, making her look rather expensive let alone beautiful.

You smile in approval as Vicky looked over to you, twirling around showing off her outfit, taking delicate steps in her traditionally high opened toed black heels. The way she moved and flaunted herself reminded you of the models your mom used to talk about whenever she was at work, showing you videos and pictures of their infamous catwalks.

You were too little to think anything of the experience but seeing how beautiful Vicky looked triggered your memory of seeing those girls strutting their bodies in swaying motion. If you didn’t know any better, you would have suspected Vicky being a model herself, by the way she was able to move so smoothly and elegantly.

“You better hurry and get dressed! The party already started.” Vicky states after noticing you still had on your robe and sat next to a collection of dresses spread out on your bed.

Most of them belonging to the girls and Vicky since you didn’t have a lot of outfits that were suitable for club or party wear. Just then you remembered of a black cocktail dress your mother made for an event that was in honor of an award your father received.

You go through and slide hanger after hanger in your wall locker, as you recall seeing it when you had unpacked. Towards the end, you saw the high quality of the slinky black cloth hanging delicately. Not sure how you ended up bringing it with you, but you were glad you did as you admired the soft material, rubbing it between your fingers as it remained hanging.

As you slid the dress on, the material hugged every bit of your body; it was soft, and it felt silky. It sat nicely against your skin and felt so light and even though it wasn’t too tight, it was very form fitting, fitting you like a glove and flattered your appearance.

Unlike the outfits the girls were wearing, to include Vicky’s expensive attire, the dress reflected a different type of high class. It was of true Milan fashion and over-accentuated the appeal of the person wearing it. It suited your sense of established style as it was plain, simple, but just as, if not sexier and more elegant than what everyone else had on.

You stepped out from the closet to showcase your dress to the girls. You initially were worried when, upon seeing you, the group stood and stared without saying anything, including Vicky. Their eyes were wide, and their mouths drew open, yet you got nervous into thinking they didn’t like the simplicity of the dress as they remained frozen in their movement.

“Y/n….” one of the girls gasped out, covering her mouth as soon as she did as her eyes moved up and down admiring you.

“…You’re stunning.” Another blurted out. “Oh my god y/n…you…you look so chic.” “Where did you find that dress?” “Is it Valentino?” “How are you this sexy right now?” “Damn girl…what about us?”

The compliments and jokes went out and you felt relieved that they loved the dress. The dress was of course made for you, and you didn’t really mean that in the literal sense since it technically was. The neckline, much like Vicky’s, displayed a slight v-neckline, however, it did not plunge deep too deep, there was a modest flare to the tasteful amount of cleavage exposed. The dress was made six years ago, and compared to when you last wore it, your body had developed a little more since then, which of course enforced the dress to fit you just a tad bit tighter than before. Yet, it absolutely did not work against you, instead, it beautifully displayed you as the elegant, classy, and beautiful woman you had now become.

The spaghetti straps held the dress in place and the skirt was a bit more modest in length, just enough to reflect a fashion of class and elegance, mirroring an image of true high fashion and not just sexy clubwear.

You matched the dress perfectly with a pair of black open toed heels that had strapped around your ankles. Thanks to your mother’s career choice, you were given these shoes as a gift, which you came to really appreciate at this very moment considering they were red bottoms.

Your hair, which normally was pinned up in the usual loose bun or tucked under your beanie, fell freely, exposing a subtle flow of waves. For the first time you were going to let it all hang down, finishing off the look with a single black cuff bracelet and a black choker.

Your lips were stained semi-dark rouge, along with a light application of smokey eye shadow, a touch of blush and powder on your face and a subtle winged liner tracing your lid. The alluring essence of haute and chic fashion was oozing from your look. You were ready to enjoy the night with your friends, but not without sneaking in a selfie or two to send to Samuel; even though you agreed to let him be to focus on his studies, you wanted to show off your look so he could see how pretty you made yourself with him in mind.

Your hair swayed and decorated your frame beautifully as you moved and walked over to the group signaling that you were ready. They stood for a moment, taking notice that while you kept the accessories to a minimum, had on the plainest outfit, and your hair left free and un-styled, they didn’t need to use words to express the slight bit of envy and shock at how gorgeous you looked. Vicky in particular, tapped her finger on her lip as her eyes grazed you up and down checking you out. They must have noticed that you were beginning to feel shy as they began blurting out compliments and told you how perfect you looked.

Even Vicky, linking arms with you, played with your long hair and told you that you did beautiful. You all made your way and walked to the frat party, it was nearly a block away, but the air was too nice to pass so everyone decided to travel by foot. On the way over, you met up with some familiar faces of classmates who were all heading to the same destination.

The frat house was booming, the loud bass of DJ’s music, the frenzied interactions of the attendees, and the smell of alcohol beverages swarmed the perimeter of the yard as you and the girls walked up to the door.

You remained behind the group, linking arms with Cassie, a fellow classmate you ran into on your way to the party. Like you, Cassie wasn’t used to these settings and with that commonality shared, you walked with her by your side sharing a sense of excitement and nervousness as you both attend your first frat party.

Vicky led the group in, being the first to walk in through the door. Earning a series of “ooh” and “ah” from everyone, which continued as the girls followed suit closely behind her. Everyone viewed the girls and admired how pretty they looked, especially Vicky.

For a minute, you felt so nervous as you and Cassie walked in trailing behind Vicky and the others, you had never been to a party where there were so many unfamiliar faces, and a diverse age group. With Cassie still linked around your arm, you both entered. After a few steps in through the entrance, majority the people, maybe even all of them, took a pause from enjoying the festivities. The nervous sense within your gut shot through you like bullets as you watched the reaction of everyone staring at you.

Nobody said anything. Not a single sound emerged from their lips, just cups being lowered from their faces, mouths left agape, eyes widening, and the music being turned down by the DJ as he pushed back one side of his headset. Everyone simply stared and even though Cassie stayed close, it felt like all eyes were on you.

You both walked through and caught up with the rest of the girls, making way towards the conjoined kitchen and dining area. You heard the DJ turning the music back up as everyone seemed to have snapped back to their senses and continued to enjoy the party as if nothing had happened.

Regardless of everyone getting back to the groove of the party, you and the girls noticed the stares and silent admiration you were receiving as they walked past. A different form of complimenting compared to Vicky, who was receiving verbal gestures of how delightful she looked.

But you preferred it that way. You weren’t used to interacting with so many people and since everyone at the party were entirely new to you, you found that the silent form of their compliments was more suitable for you.

You didn’t see where Vicky ran off to, assuming she probably saw someone she knew and went speak with them, you and the rest of the group stationed yourselves around the kitchen island where a plethora of beverages were staged.

A fellow student nominated himself as the party’s bartender as he was on the opposing side of the island, pouring and serving drinks for everyone. Occasionally he would verbally reach out to either you or one of the girls to hand him a bottle of a specific beverage from the separate L-shaped counter that surrounded you from behind.

Cassie ended up meeting and hanging with her group shortly after locating them in the room next to the kitchen, leaving you and the girls to mingle amongst yourselves as you enjoyed the DJ’s playlist and sipping on a Red Bull. Something you only consumed during events such as this due to you not really being familiar with members of the party, excluding Vicky and the girls.

Keeping it under adult roar, you limited your alcoholic consumption to 5 drinks/shots or less to play it safe. You didn’t want to get drunk anyhow, since sending out your selfies to Samuel, there was a chance that he might reach out or call later in the evening. You wanted to be fully capable of having a nice long conversation to catch up with him with the risk of passing out. You tend to be a sleepy drunk after all.

You and the girls engaged in small talk, standing as a row along one side of the island. The girls were delightfully paired with their boyfriends as they came by shortly after you had arrived at the party. You scooted down closer to the inner corner of the L-shaped counter, allowing for more space as the boys stood next to the girls, enjoying the party.

You strike up a conversation with the boy who was bartending along with his girlfriend standing nearby helping him with making the drinks, a pleasant way to keep you from getting bored as you stood off to the side in a lonesome state next to the girls with their boyfriends wrapped around them.

Yet, the enjoyment of their company was short lived as the bartender and his girlfriend began to exchanged kisses and hugs whenever they took a break from making the drinks. Only making you wish strongly that Samuel was here to be with you. Taking a sip of your drink, something caught your attention, a tall figure making way towards the island. The lighting inside the house was dim, but you could easily make out at who was approaching the bartender, even though this person was looking a little dressier than his usual choice of attire.

Ethan.

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Jealousy, Jealousy

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Summary: Sky is catsitting for a week, and Prapai is very put out about it.

Prapai knocks lightly on the door to Sky’s dorm room, rolling out his neck as he does so. He’s had an incredibly long day at work, and he just needs to wrap himself up in Sky as soon as possible. He can hear Sky approaching and calling out something, but it’s muffled through the door. Sky opens the door, but only by a few inches, just enough to stick his head out. Prapai raises an eyebrow at this, giving Sky a questioning look.

“P’Pai?” It comes out as a question, and Sky’s eyes drift down to the bag he’s holding. “Oh, right, dinner!” Sky looks behind him and closes the door a little tighter on himself. “Stop that,” he mutters, still looking backwards. Prapai raises his eyebrows again, but Sky’s still not looking at him.

“Can I come in?” he asks after a beat of silence.

“Hmm?” Sky turns back to him, clearly distracted. “Oh, yeah, just give me a second,” he adds, and closes the door in Pai’s face, who blinks in surprise. Sky reopens the door a moment later, all the way this time, with something tucked under one arm. Prapai stares at it quizzically, but can’t figure out what it is until the fluffy bundle meows.

“A kitten?” he asks, stepping into Sky’s dorm and closing the door behind him. Sky hadn’t mentioned anything about a kitten. Prapai would have bought him one, if he’d asked. He glances around Sky’s dorm, seeing a cat bed and some toys, but not much else out of the ordinary. Maybe he’ll have to buy…whatever it is that cats need, since Sky didn’t let him buy the cat.

Sky hums in response to Pai’s question, explaining, “I’m watching her for Ple. They’re on vacation and she didn’t want to leave her alone.”

Prapai nods, mentally erasing his plans to buy cat things for Sky. “Do you like cats?” he questions. Maybe he can buy Sky a cat after all.

“Of course,” Sky sounds a little offended. “Look how cute she is!” he insists, holding up the small gray kitten.

“What’s your favorite breed?” Prapai asks, trying to sound casually interested. Apparently, he fails to do so, because Sky narrows his eyes immediately.

“P’Pai,” he warns. “Do not buy me a cat.”

“Who’s buying you a cat?”

“I’m serious, P’Pai,” Sky insists. “They’re living things, they’re not presents. Besides, if I get a cat, I’ll adopt one,” his tone is scolding and Prapai realizes he’s accidentally touched on another one of Sky’s things. For certain topics, Sky is perfectly content to go on and on as long as Pai will let him, which is generally indefinitely, until they’re interrupted by some outside stimulus. He nods in agreement and solemnly holds his pinky out to Sky.

“No buying you a cat,” he promises, and waits. Sky hesitates, but eventually wraps his pinky around Pai’s, because he’s a sucker and wants it confirmed that Prapai actually won’t get him a cat. Eventually, he’ll realize that just saying what he wants is always enough, but for now, Pai enjoys the pinky promises.

The kitten meows from where she’s wedged under Sky’s arm, and he immediately drops Pai’s pinky to pet her. Prapai pouts at that, but stops with a huff when it’s clear Sky’s attention is diverted.

“How long are you watching her?” Pai asks, mostly to get Sky’s eyes back on him. It works for a few seconds, and he beams the whole time.

“Just for a week,” Sky tells him. “Sig was going to, but he didn’t tell his mom until the last minute. Turns out she’s allergic.” Prapai makes a sympathetic noise at that, mentally noting that Sky hadn’t asked if he was allergic. He wasn’t, but that was entirely beside the point.

“Hungry?” Prapai asks. At least during dinner, Sky would have to put the cat down and focus on Pai instead. Sky nods, shifting the cat to lean against his chest while Prapai gets up to grab the food. He walks over to the cat bed and sets her down, giving her a little pink mouse toy to keep her occupied. They sit down to eat, and get a few bites in before the kitten wanders over to the table.

“Go sit in your bed,” Sky reprimands her gently. “We’re eating,” he insists, as the kitten clambers over one leg and settles down in his lap. Sky lets out the sort of fondly exasperated sigh that’s usually reserved for Prapai and gives up. A spike of jealousy goes through Pai, which surprises him a little. He’s used to feeling that way when other people hit on Sky, or even when his friends get a little too touchy with him, but…is he really jealous of a cat?  Sky breaks eye contact with Prapai to coo at the kitten, which confirms that, yes, he definitely, definitely is.

“What’s her name?” he asks, trying to seem appropriately interested, though he’s not quite sure how to do that.

“Niew,” Sky sneaks a hand down to pet her. Prapai takes advantage of Sky’s distraction to glower briefly at the kitten, before reflecting on what exactly that says about him. Nothing, his brain insists a moment later, when Sky leans down and kisses her on her forehead. Prapai’s forehead is the one Sky should be kissing. He grumbles internally for the rest of the meal, trying not to let it show on his face. Sky doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss, which on the one hand, is good, but on the other, aggravates Pai to no end.

After dinner, they watch an episode of the drama Sky’s currently engrossed in. Prapai pulls Sky into his lap as soon as they near the couch, and Sky laughs and kisses him, making him forget everything from earlier. That comes to an end a few minutes later, when Niew trots over to the sofa and starts meowing pitifully. Sky clucks at her sympathetically and plops her on the sofa. She starts trying to climb the back of it, with Sky watching her, and Prapai watching Sky. Sky giggles while watching her, and Prapai feels a pang, first that he wasn’t the one to make Sky laugh, then at the thought he’d just had. He should always be glad to hear Sky’s laughter, or to see his smiles. He pushes his jealousy down further, reminding himself that all he wants is for Sky to be happy, and well…this is clearly doing the job.

When they go to bed, Prapai curls himself around Sky, spooning him from behind, and Sky clings onto the arm that’s wrapped around his chest. Niew starts meowing again, and Sky sighs as he moves Pai’s arm away to go get her. He returns, kitten in tow, and climbs back under the covers, this time facing Prapai. Niew settles into the little space between them, curling up into a ball and purring contentedly. Pai pets her a little after Sky falls asleep. Her fur is thick and soft, and she nuzzles up into his hand happily. She’s actually pretty cute when she’s not stealing his boyfriend away from him, he’s thinking, right up until she bites him. He swears and jerks his hand away, glowering at her as he rolls over. Nevermind. He was definitely right about her.

He’s grouchy the next day at work, even sniping at Namtan a few times, which he knows is asking for it, but he can’t seem to help it. She takes it in stride the first few times, but eventually loses patience with him.

“Khun Pai,” she starts, a warning evident in her voice.

“I know, I know,” his tone is clearly apologetic. “I’m sorry, I’m just…” He trails off and she raises an eyebrow.

“Just?” she prompts him to continue.

“It’s Sky,” he tells her forlornly.

“Is he all right?” Namtan’s clearly alarmed, which he feels both guilty and heartwarmed about.

“He’s fine,” Prapai reassures her. “He’s catsitting.” Apparently, that’s not a good enough explanation, because her face morphs into a bewildered expression he hasn’t seen before. She shakes her head in confusion, clearly prompting him to go on. “He’s ignoring me. For the cat.” The exasperation in the groan Namtan lets out could probably move mountains. “This is why you’re throwing a tantrum?” she demands. “You’re jealous of a cat?” Prapai nods in response, sticking out his lower lip to indicate that he requires sympathy. Namtan rolls her eyes, remaining unmoved by his display. “Can I make a suggestion?” she asks.

“Please,” he leans forward eagerly.

“Therapy.”

“Namtan!” He groans, slumping back in his chair in defeat. She snorts at him, shaking his head.

“It’s really not that difficult,” she tells him, rifling through some of the papers on his desk.

“What? Tell me, tell me,” he pleads, sitting back up. She gives him an evaluating look. “Pleaseeee,” he drags out the word. “Won’t my smart and beautiful assistant help me?” he lays it on thick, but he does want an answer.

“Will you go to the gala next week?” she fires back, narrowing her eyes. He groans in response.

“Fine, fine,” he agrees, disgruntled.

“Take him to dinner.”

“What?”

“Sky. Take him to dinner. He can’t pay attention to the cat at a restaurant,” she points out, tone ever-so-slightly patronizing.

“You’re a genius,” he tells her seriously. “Remind me to give you a raise.”

“Another raise,” she corrects him. “Let me know when and where and I’ll book a table.”

“Thank you!” he calls to her as she exits his office. He pulls his phone out and calls Sky, smiling to himself when he gets a cheerful greeting. “I want to take you to dinner tonight,” he informs Sky, once they’ve said their hellos and chatted about their days.

“What’s the occasion?”

“You are,” Prapai responds, going for smooth. Sky snort laughs, so he’s not sure if that’s a success or not.

“You’re sweet,” Sky tells him, voice fond. Definitely a success, then. “Why don’t we just get takeout instead?” Prapai’s conflicted about how to respond. His desire to get Sky away from the cat is warring with his desire to go along with whatever Sky wants at all times.

“You don’t feel like going out?” he asks, trying to gauge the situation. He knows Sky prefers to stay in after a hard day.

“It’d be nice,” Sky sighs. “But I’d rather not leave Niew for that long. She might get into something.” Prapai seethes silently. Damn cat.

“That’s okay, baby,” he reassures. “Why don’t I bring food over, then?”

“You’re the best, P’Pai,” Sky exhales, and it sounds like he means it. Prapai can’t help beaming at that, glad Sky can’t see his face over the phone.

“See you tonight?”

“See you tonight.”

And he does. Unfortunately, he also sees the kitten, who is now even more enamored with Sky and has taken to following him around, meowing when she wants to be picked up. And it’s not like Prapai can blame her, exactly. She obviously has good taste. But it’s hard not to feel grouchy when Sky can’t stop staring at her while Prapai talks about his day.

Once they’re done eating, Prapai moves to go sit on the sofa, expecting Sky to want to watch his drama. Sky, however, remains on the floor, dragging a feather toy for Niew to chase. Prapai exhales sulkily and rejoins Sky on the floor. She catches the toy and flips over onto her back, kicking at it. Sky coos and rubs her belly, baby-talking her all the while.

“Isn’t she the cutest thing?” he asks Prapai, who just grunts noncommittally, used to being ignored in favor of the cat at this point. To his surprise, Sky whips his head around all of a sudden.

“What was that?” He sounds like he’s about to laugh. Prapai gives him a questioning look, trying to seem innocent. “You don’t think she’s cute?” Sky prods, tone incredulous.

“She’s very cute,” Prapai answers diplomatically.

“But…” Sky prompts him.

“But nothing!” he insists.

“P’Pai…”

“But…you just…pay her a lot of attention, that’s all…” he trails off, trying to physically force down the blush he can feel rising on his cheeks. Sky looks confused for a moment, furrowing his brow at Prapai. He can practically see the moment Sky figures it out, looking caught halfway between exasperation and amusement.

“You’re jealous. Of a cat.”

“Maybe!”

Sky snorts at him, shaking his head while he holds back a laugh. Prapai appreciates that, he doesn't need Sky laughing at him while he’s already suffering from lack of attention. “You’re ridiculous,” Sky informs him, sounding utterly fond.

“Apparently,” Pai agrees, pulling Sky towards him with both arms. Sky presses a quick kiss to his forehead, then thinks better of it and presses one to each cheek as well, ending with one on his lips. Prapai knows he’s grinning like an idiot, but he doesn’t care too much as long as Sky’s in his arms. Sky picks Niew up and deposits her into Prapai’s lap.

“I’m taking a shower,” he explains. “Play nice.” Prapai nods in agreement, petting the cat until Sky’s out of his eyeline.

He stops petting her, taking a moment just to stare down at her. She  is objectively pretty adorable, he admits. She’s tiny and soft and fluffy, and she makes Sky smile, which is his favorite trait about anything and everything. Maybe she’s not so bad, he thinks, staring down at her bright green eyes.

She bites him again.

Damn cat.

[hoperays-song]

If Johnny and Ryan had met when they were kids - maybe Ryan's family living in/close to the town Johny lives in, before moving to the big city - Or an AU where Ryan is a part of Sing 1, how would you imagine that playing out? Any headcanons?

Oooooo, great question! I'm gonna split these two up between your two asks since they're about the same two topics, so that I can go more in depth on each one. This is going into if they met when they were kids, I hope you enjoy!

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In this au, Ryan and his family would have moved to Calatonia right after his youngest sister was born since she was sick to be near a better hospital. Ryan was 14 and while he was offered to stay in Klaus’s troupe and live at the dorms, he ultimately decided that his moms and sisters needed him there.

Since they probably moved in the middle of the year as well as Ryan spending his free time helping his moms with Amy so they could be at the hospital, Ryan was a bit of a social outcast. 

Which only really helped him meet Johnny faster, as they were paired together for class projects since well, no one else would pair with them. Because of that, the two started hanging out and actually becoming friends, eventually even spending time together outside school.

Ryan definitely caught on to the gang pretty fast (literally one trip to the Taylor’s apartment and he knew) and confronted Johnny about it, sparking their first fight. But once he realized why they were stealing and that Johnny didn’t actually want to be involved, they patched things up decently quickly.

After that, they were pretty much inseparable, even as Ryan got more popular in school over the next few years. Ryan was the only one Johnny told about his love of singing and Johnny was the only one Ryan felt confident in telling about his regrets of leaving dance, even if it was what was good for his family at the time.

They continue to be each other’s entire support system up until Sing 1, with their only really arguments about Johnny’s increasing involvement in the gang. Ryan calls Johnny the moment he hears about the singing competition to encourage him to try out and even goes with him to the auditions. When the gang gets arrested, Ryan shows up at the garage with scallion pancakes and custard bao buns, for once doesn’t argue with him about the gang, and just helps him pack a bag so he can come stay with his family.

Ryan also would tag along to the theatre last minute remodel and help, along with bringing food for the performers (his mom’s idea). He also helped Eddie work backstage during the show and comforted Johnny when he was clearly upset (we could also have a shielding scene from Ash’s spikes here). Ryan’s visibly happy when he notices Johnny reuniting with his dad and he’s also in the ending photo at the new theatre.

I think that sometime within the year in between the two movies, Ryan would have gone back to Redshore on his own and eventually gotten his role back in Klaus’s troupe in time for Sing 2. He does keep his troupe’s involvement with the show a secret until Johnny shows up to class however, surprising him with an excited hug.

During the course of Sing 2, we would actually see Ryan fighting Klaus’s treatment of Johnny on screen (not that he didn’t out of this au, we just didn’t see it). This would lead to a series of escalating arguments between the two during classes and when Johnny had his panic attack, Ryan actually quit and went to comfort him instead of doing what Klaus wanted him to. They work with Nooshy together and also do the final performance together as both of them against Klaus this time. We also see Marcus greeting him with a clap on the shoulder and him being treated as a member of the family as well.

I wouldn’t really do anything except hinting at a Rynny plot line til the second movie mainly so we could see character growth and relationships a bit easier in Sing 1. However, in Sing 2 we can easily add in the two spending time together along with more flirty interactions. During the rest of the performances, Ryan and Johnny can be seen holding hands off stage, and seem flustered when Nooshy apparently points it out but don’t stop. Ryan is also asleep with his head on Johnny’s shoulder on the bus back to Calatonia, and we see Johnny smiling at him softly.

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TL,DR: Ryan and Johnny were each other’s support systems and Ryan essentially served as Johnny’s version of Eddie in Sing 1. In Sing 2, we get to see a lot more development in their relationship and a potential ending alluding to them being a couple.

I’m sorry if this got off track or is hard to follow, I’ll write it out more soon. I hope you enjoyed! Thank you for the ask! - <3 Gooseless

[rookie-prodigy]

➜ Snooze-scripts #1

TWs: subconscious self-harm (?)

The last time I have experienced sleep walking was about 5 years ago, when I've gotten up from the couch I was sleeping on at the time, and I started heading outside the house.

Now, the house I was staying in used to have an ante-room that had a door, thus you would have had to open two doors if you wanted to go outside.

When you tried to open the door and pushed down the ante-room's doorknob though, it always gave a very loud noise, similar to if you'd have just kicked that door semi-hard.

So when I was opening that door I've woken up.

I was confused. Because I literally just went to sleep, and now I'm standing with the doorknob in my hand, slowly opening the door to the ante-room.

I just closed it and went back to sleep.

My brother, who I was sharing a room with at the time, by the way, just watched it all play out, and the next day even told me I was talking to our dog while going to...wherever, really.

So yeah, whatever, years pass, and I'm getting used to hearing these stories.

"Haha, you were talking in your sleep"

"Hey, you were shouting in your sleep. Cursing, too, lol"

"You were playing with the dorm room's curtains, haha"

"You snore really loud. You should get that checked out or idk..."

"You were shouting again"

And it was funny for a while, but now I have conflicting feelings.

And no, they hadn't started immediately after I started realizing that I punch in real life, instead of my dream. I'd usually just punch my wall, or preferably nothing – if I wasn't turned towards the wall – or sometimes my head like one time, but obviously that one punch wakes me up so. No biggie.

But one time I punched my cat off my bed (too light for it to hurt her, thank god her chubbs and my conveniently light dream that night), and that's when it started cracking, but it still just started.

But nowadays I've been sleeping really bad.

And some days ago my brother and I were talking, and we wandered off to the topic of dreams and nightmares, and I started telling him this.

That I punch irl instead of my sleep.

(Mind you, I'm sharing a room with my brother again, out of necessity.)

So he told me that some days ago when he came home at night and I was already asleep, when he stepped into our room I – and this is where he demonstrated my WWE-tier moves (/j), which I did not ask for but will never forget, thank you – started violently hitting my face with my fists then woke up and just went back to sleep.

NOW WAIT! [Imagine that one spongebob meme here]

How I remember the incident (!) is the following:

I sleep, hooonk mimimi, I dream that my father is being an asshole again and I want to punch him, I wake up to the sound of the door being opened

*BAM* ouch

Damn, that hurt a bit. Anyway, sometimes 's just happens. I'm tired. Sleeping part two.

So yes. I thought I just. Y'know. Wacked myself one time. Not trying to fucking lobotomise myself.

I hate it though.

Not like I liked it before!!!

But seeing an irl demonstration, just makes me want to live in a cave alone forever so people would never have the inconvenience of experiencing ME ever again.

That was a bit dark, but truthful, too.

Maybe the worst part is that no one is able to tell when someone is about to have a bad dream. It makes me never want to sleep again... Which is awful, because I used to love sleeping.

I haven't really experienced this with good dreams nowadays. But either way, I don't want to experience this at all.

...

Statement ends.

...haha, get it? Tma reference... Sigh.

Ah, yes, my favourite coping mechanism, joking and not taking myself seriously, haha.

[sinnamonpork]

i've seen so many shouto and touya running away fics and gosh damn it really warms my heart. just them both making do on the streets, because a cold and tiny home is better than the previous life they had. they compromise and compromise and compromise even more bc both of them are essentially rich kids that are just... not used to this. touya is here turning his back from the more villainous jobs bc his baby brother is back home and he can't have anything putting them both in danger. shouto actually learning life skills because if his brother's not gonna let him work, he'd do everything he can to atleast help his obviously overworked sibling.

more thoughts of them adding toga, small and feral toga who got kicked out into the street, to the house they're calling home and suddenly their quiet nights are filled with excited chatters and curious questions. himiko toga who tried to shape shift one time and steal food for them bc the household doesn't really have a steady income and getting reprimanded of it instead of praised. she expects for them to kick her out but instead got a careful lecture from touya why she can't do that bc she. is. a. child. and she shouldn't need to worry about those things. the lecture was hard and confusing, but atleast the warmth of shouto's hug at her side keeps her grounded, knowing they won't let her go.

a few years later comes shinsou hitoshi, who touya found almost getting beat up behind an alley. even though he wasn't with them permanently, the home that they built provided a safe space for the kid whenever things got too much in the shelter. touya wants the kid to be with them full time but can't make the kffer knowing that 1. he can't take care of another kid full time and 2. the house just isn't big enough. shinsou still appreciates the care the small family has shown him and he wouldn't trade the soft pokes of himiko's weapon of the day(a spatula), the quiet discussions he has with shouto about their dreams of becoming a hero(to save ppl around them like how their nii-san showed them) or the food that touya makes once in a blue moon whenever he got the time between jobs.

(ok wow this is getting long)

anyways it all culminates when they all go to highschool and class 1-a is just confused because why their ice prince and introvert shouto clearly close with the trigger happy girl from support class and the aizawa knockoff from gen-ed. ppl not knowing they grew up together so all the sibling stuff doesn't get noticed right away. it becomes increasingly obvious though when the dorm system got enacted and shouto always has someone he's on a call with every night, without fail. the class can hear himiko's latest crush from his phone(to the absolute embarrassment of ochako when she realized her name keeps popping up) as another voice keeps teasing him about his failed provisional license. at the start of their 2nd year, the class finally meets one of the infamous siblings when the door to the classroom opened to a stranger and immediately put shouto in a headlock. just them w/ sibling dynamics plsss.

with all the kids busy w/ highschool, touya has found that he has more and more time to himself. this leads into him picking up more jobs and meeting a certain no. 2 hero in all of them. a kfc cashier? the bird is there to order three whole buckets every night. a hot topic salesman? the no. 2 hero suddenly needs eyeliner even when he already has natural ones from his quirk(unfair). the barista in a cat cafe? the press suddenly has pictures of hawks playing with cats even though he's famous for his allergies with them. just them meeting again and again and eventually trying things out. the first time they slept together, keigo wakes up to touya on a phone call with a clearly female voice, exasperation and fondness leaking out of him as he explains step by step how to cook an omelette into the phone. they get the talk that if they want to continue their relationship, he should know that he has three little leeches that he'd protect w/ his life. out of all the reactions touya expected to come out of him saying he's practically almost a single father of three, the blush and keigo practically stopping himself from hugging the life out of the man wasn't it. bc touya is basically the cold and edgy pretty boy with the adorable soft spot and heart of gold to anyone who he cares about and keigo is practically vibrating in happiness, and how did he managed to score this man??

their family of five (six? dunno if quirks are considered ppl) gets added once more, from a completely unexpected turn of events, when tokoyami fumikage starts interning with hawks and being immediately unofficially adopted. just him being so confused why two of his classmates are inside his mentor's apartment and watching a horror movie. he immediately latches into touya when the man came back from getting groceries with himiko, his fashion and hot topic vibe immediately earning him respect from fumi. the birb is just so confused when instead of doing intern things, he gets invited into the sofa and got fed more sweets and junk food than a whole year combined. he woke up to himiko sprawled on top of him on the couch as one of keigo's wings cover the 4 kids and the other shielding himself and touya from view.

(i want to add more but this is getting too long. might make a fic out of this? im still not sure)

[taechaos]

No More

from Textbook Love drabble series

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: dark romance, college au

synopsis: Perhaps love isn’t all you need to be with Jungkook. Maybe it's a sign you and him weren't meant to be.

warnings: fluff, daddy kink, public sex, degredation, mild angst

word count: 6.7k

a/n: dedicated to a good old gemini, known as pretzel anon. happy birthday! this was shit! 💞 can someone let me know if i made a stupid mistake i was really high while writing this lol

If every couple goes at their own pace, how does one know if the relationship is rushed or a slow burn? What is considered a date, and how many do you have to go on to stop calling it a date? Maybe there’s a book called Dating for Dummies.

Jungkook has taken you out once: a fast food meal on the curb across your campus. Romance is subjective, so you thought it to be very romantic when he fed you a french fry under the streetlights while you were too stuffed to finish your food. “I paid for it,” he’d said, “so you have to eat it all.”

“I’ll eat anything from your hand,” you’d replied bashfully. He got a bit awkward after that, and you regretted saying it until he began feeding you and even holding your drink to your mouth. It was a successful first date, but you wanted it to last longer; feel your heartbeat out of rhythm with every smile he threw at you until the sun came up. Unfortunately for you, he walked you to your dorm a little after dinner.

Luckily for you, you know that wasn’t your first and last date. You’re going to ask him out for the second one because it’s a beautiful day outside and you’ve studied all morning for your finals to clear up your schedule for Jungkook. A walk in the park sounds nice, then a picnic, maybe he’ll even hold your hand! Is it too soon for another date though? It’s only been less than a day… 

You’re wearing your favorite outfit for the occasion: a pale blue floral dress that has a rectangular collar on the chest—without cleavage, God forbid—and sandal heels to match. You even styled your hair, and hopefully dressing to impress works; you don’t want him to say no. The current issue is finding Jungkook, and you don’t want to be that person, but you’re avoiding calling him in case you bust him with another girl by searching instead. It makes you guilty for having trust issues, but infidelity has its impacts.

Regardless of your internal concerns, you’re happily humming as you skip on the sidewalk, checking every corner for a certain someone. So far no such luck, and if he isn’t in his dorm, and if he doesn’t go off campus on Sundays, where could he be? In someone else’s dorm…?

“Stop,” you scold yourself with a roll of your eyes and continue your hunt. Next location: the back of the building. The front is cleared out, so is the dorm; what’s happening in the most secretive area? “God,” you sigh. Is this how your thinking process has always been? You hope it is.

The beat in your steps has gone missing when you’re rounding the exterior of the building because of your reluctance. You’re contemplating calling him until you see the back of a man with a girl in front of him by the benches, presumably kissing from the smacking noises. You clench your phone in your dress pocket as you watch them, hesitant to find out who the guy is.

“Jun–” Your voice goes quiet when you see the tattoo of a dragon on his shoulder, peeking out from his black loose tank top. It’s not Jungkook’s tattoo. You bite your lip and ignore the relief in your tight muscles; he’s dating you now, that’s what he said. It’s different, so there’s no point in worrying about his loyalty. 

You shake your hands off and walk faster to the taboo spot. There’s no point in worrying, there isn’t, not when he told you he would make it up to you. There’s no reason for your heart to race from expecting the worst when you make the final turn.

A shaky breath leaves you and a small smile follows when you see him smoking with his friends by the back exit. There are four people with him, Taehyung included, who is sharing a cigarette with him. He notices you first because he’s facing you whereas Jungkook is facing the clear forest across. He waves you over with a wide grin, his eyes lighting up.

“I see a pretty girl at 9 o’clock,” Taehyung says and Jungkook turns his head, the rest following his lead. You take tiny strides while approaching them and bite down on a shy smile.

“Hi,” you greet in a small voice. Your eyes immediately lock with Jungkook’s, who looks baffled.

“Hey yourself,” Taehyung greets back. “Care to share?” He holds a burning cigarette out to you with a slight bow, as if offering you a rose.

“She doesn’t smoke,” Jungkook answers for you without looking away. Is he displeased?

“Have you ever tried it?” he persists before inhaling the stick and blowing it in your face. You cough and hold a fist to your mouth, shaking your head. Jungkook slaps the back of his head before taking the cigarette from him and putting it out on the wall he’s leaning against. “You owe me a whole pack now.”

“Care to introduce us?” a guy you don’t know asks curiously. 

“Oh, right–”

Jungkook cuts him off before putting names onto the three strangers’ faces, Namjoon being the one who asked for the introduction, and when he comes to you, he says, “Meet… my girlfriend.”

“Thought you said she was a lousy nerd, Taehyung,” Yoongi comments before chugging from his flask. “Doesn’t look like it to me.” Taehyung chuckles uncomfortably before rubbing the nape of his neck as you tilt your head at him, the glint in your eyes never fading at Jungkook’s words.

“I didn’t get a close look at her before, didn’t know she was a real beauty,” he recovers with a flirt. Another slap on the back of his head. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Seokjin diverts the topic. He appears very nice and seems to be the only one not smoking. His friendly smile puts you at ease and you politely tell him, “The pleasure is all mine.” Good first impression on all of Jungkook’s friends: check.

Your boyfriend ignores the interaction and stares at you until you gaze at him as well. “What are you doing here?” You can’t read his expression.

“I wanted to ask you…” you play with your fingers nervously, “if you wanted to go to the park with me?”

Jungkook quirks a brow as Namjoon and Seokjin wiggle their brows, Taehyung frowns, and Yoongi smirks. Quite brave of you to ask him out in front of his smoker friends, and it’s impressive that you play into such a role of textbook love: only caring about what your crush thinks. When Jungkook peeks to see their reactions, more or less weighing their judgement, he’s satisfied when he realizes none of them give a flying fuck about him being with a girl next door; someone outside of his type of rather than a free escort, really. 

He doesn’t care about what they think when he smiles down at you and says, “Let’s go.” You bounce on your heels when he swings his arm over your shoulder and walks away from the scene. The unsteady heartbeat is back for the same reason as last time, but you’re waiting to request something else.

The park near the university is peaceful with groups of friends hanging out; couples sitting on benches; the sun shining down on the trees and grass as you aim for the ice cream stand. You try to muster up the courage to ask him first, but you’re feeling courageous as you pull away from his arm and instead latch onto his hand and intertwine your fingers. You glance at him with a blush to see his reaction, but he doesn’t look at you and only squeezes your hand nonchalantly. His grip is tighter than yours. Maybe it’s from the heat, but his cheeks are tinted in a light pink shade. 

You stumble on your heels when you stare at him for too long, but you recover from a fall last second. He holds onto you anyway, furrowing his brows at your shoes. “High heels? Are you trying to reach my height?”

“You like them,” you giggle and continue your struts more carefully. When he frowns, you worry, “Do I not look good in them?” 

“Why would I like them if you can’t walk in them? You look pretty in flats too.” 

After a whole afternoon of eating ice cream, blushing at anything nice Jungkook said, listening to his music while sitting under the sun, the evening has come. Throughout the day, you were dreading the end of it because every second with him is so enjoyable. The warmth of his hand when you play with his fingers is a feeling you never want to forget, and you didn’t notice the little smile on his face when you were lying on his chest as he watched you do the most endearing and innocent thing one could think of. 

“So precious,” he’d thought. It makes the argument from yesterday feel all the more terrifying when he remembers how close he had gotten to losing this moment. It’s nothing he’s ever experienced or even seen before; plain jackpot.

You’re off the school grounds as you walk on the streets passing cafés with Jungkook, hands locked and feeling perfect. You wonder if he has ever done this with anyone before, but then he’s never been in a relationship. Who are the people that comment in his Instagram posts then? A question strikes you, and you admire his side profile as you ask, “You don’t like it when people call you– Ah!” Your balance wavers as you stumble again, this time falling on your knees after your ankle bends. With the pain tolerance of a baby’s, your eyes instantly water and you let go of his hand as you hold onto your ankle. It’s sprained.

“Shit, are you okay?” He crouches down and picks you up bridal style before sitting you down on a nearby chair. The café’s lights allow him to see the scrape on your knee and the bump on your ankle. “Hey, hey, don’t cry now,” he rubs your injury soothingly as he cringes at your tears. He doesn’t know how to comfort you as you whimper and sniffle. 

“Damn these heels,” you cry quietly. 

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your wording. “This is my second time hearing you swear. Swearing apparently helps with pain though. Say ‘fuck’.”

A chuckle leaves your mouth, but you decide to try it anyway; the throbbing muscle hurts too much. “F-Fuck.”

“Fuck these heels,” he encourages.

“Fuck these fucking heels,” you level. Maybe the theory is correct, because it feels slightly better when he laughs at your rare vulgarity. A minute passes with you trying to keep your tears at bay while he lightly massages your wound.

When he notices you calm down, he asks, “I don’t like it when people call me…?”

You sniffle and rub your eyes before saying a few seconds later, “Daddy.”

He blinks, stares at you, and his heart skips a beat. With your soft pout and red nose, you look so little to him. “... Yes?”

“Huh?”

“Oh,” he smoothly snaps out of his shock, “I don’t have that kink… Um, say it again?”

“Daddy?” 

It sounds different hearing it from you. Without the drawn out whine or the eggplant emoji next to it, and with your voice, it actually sounds cute. “What does that word mean to you?” he shifts the conversation with a subtle blush.

“I don’t know. You call a fatherly figure daddy, right? A man who takes care of you. People say it during sex too. You’re being a daddy right now.”

“Stop,” he warns lowly, “we’re in public.” He stands up from his kneeling position and picks you up in his arms again. “Have you ever called anyone that?” 

You clasp your hands behind his neck as he walks with ease, as if he isn’t carrying anyone in the first place. “No. My dad walked out on my mom when I was little, and I haven’t met anyone who treats me like you do.”

“Wait, you… think of me as your… daddy?” His eyes are wide and he’s gaping at the path in front of him with knitted brows. He looks so intimidating when you scrutinize his features, but you know he’s just flustered. You timidly nod against his shoulders. “Christ. Why?”

Your answer isn’t immediate because you don’t want to come off as too strong, but he’s impatient as he squeezes your waist. “I know you don’t want people to call you that,” you whisper understandingly, “but you’re so mean to others, and you hurt anyone who upsets you.” He rolls his tongue around his cheek uncomfortably. “Whether it be with words or actions. But you’re so sweet to me… You can be really rude, but you care a lot too. You don’t even smoke around me,” you laugh lightheartedly. 

“I mean, you are a baby. You make it difficult to not treat you like one,” he jokes with a hint of truth. You snuggle into his neck with a lopsided grin and your breath fans his tan skin. “I don’t like being an asshole to you, but I’m not exactly a nice person either.”

“You’re carrying me to my dorm,” you point out as a counter.

“I’m only nice to you; somewhat. And… I don’t like being called daddy by horny women, or men for that matter. I’ve never liked it, so I’m not exactly sure why I’m hard right now.” You tense against him. “Something about your sweet, innocent voice calling me daddy is really fucking hot.” He sighs to collect his thoughts; he can’t wait until he’s in your room. It would just be torture. “Did you get on birth control, baby?” He keeps his volume low in case of someone eavesdropping.

“Yes,” you mumble and grow nervous at what he’s thinking.

“Good girl,” he exhales and swiftly enters an empty alley between two restaurants. “Quite the slut too, telling me all this in a crowd.”

“I’m sorry,” you breathe as he presses you against the wall and has you wrapping your legs around his waist. He’s so thoughtful, carrying you even when he’s shaming you so you don’t put pressure on your injured foot. The shadows casting from the walls in the narrow space limits your vision, but you don’t need to see anything when he’s doing all the work by rendering you immobile from the press of his hips.

“Good choice with the dress,” he says while pulling out his belt and releasing the buckle. You hold onto him tightly without the security of his hands. He pushes his jeans down and has you towering over him by adjusting your position from the back of your thighs. Your breathing is quick and shallow from the anxious anticipation of the raw stretch, but he’s so nice to you today: he shoves your panties to the side and rubs your folds to collect your arousal as lube. He’s being thoughtful by relaxing your walls with his fingers first, and you bite down on a moan at the sensation. He’s still taking care of you by silencing you with a bruising kiss. 

“Thank you,” you sigh against his lips. His two knuckles are deep inside you as they curl and scissor. As nice as he is, he’s also very impatient and it’s not long before you feel his tip lightly poking at your entrance. 

“Ideal for a quick fuck.” He flashes a dazzling smile before it falters in order to concentrate on positioning himself. He closes his eyes and bites his lip as he slowly enters you, a lot more gentle considering the setting and knowing how vocal you get. A hum rumbles in his throat as you gasp when he’s halfway inside. When he bottoms out, he waits a few seconds for you to adjust before his rough nature returns. “You gonna stay quiet for me, little girl?”

“I’ll try.” Your heart is pounding in your chest when he leans in your ear, his breath tickling your neck. 

“You know that’s not what I wanna hear,” he whispers. He isn’t going to fuck you until you say what he wants, and your diffidence doesn’t make an appearance when his fingers are digging so hard into your thighs, his breath is hot on your skin, and he’s completely nestled inside you.

You lean into his ear as well, and meekly say, “I’ll try my best, daddy.” You can feel him shiver under your hands and hear him grunt, “God,” before he starts moving. Fast. You’d think he’s in a rush from how his pace picked up so quickly—roughly—but he may have just discovered his new kink. 

There’s no point in being quiet when the slam of his cock is enough noise deep in the alley, and he realizes that before you do. You’re bouncing in his arms, mouth open in a silent scream with only huffs leaving to not expose your doings, until he growls, “Say it again. Again and again.”

The chilly breeze from the night weather doesn’t affect you when he has you flush against him, and heat creeps all over your body not only from his hard and impatient thrusts but also from his words. “Daddy,” you whine, the same drawn out whine that he used to hate hearing; it makes his abs contract and clench now, a groan catching in his throat. He sounds almost animalistic, and your eyes screw back in pleasure. 

“Quiet, you fucking slut,” he reminds with a following moan. 

“I-I’m sorry, daddy,” you whisper in a strained voice. You can’t keep your vocal cords steady when he’s knocking the breath out of you every time he hits your cervix so deliciously. Jungkook’s a total paradox when he’s being so aggressive yet sweet at the same time, but it feels too good for you to complain. Your head is in the clouds when he bites on your shoulder to practice what he preaches: being quiet. 

“Do you love me?” Maybe that’s not the way you should go on about asking to hear his sweet nothings, because he bites you so hard that you feel his teeth break your skin. 

“The fuck kind of question is that?” he snarls. He licks a drop of your blood off of his lips when he faces you, but the bruising pistoning of his cock doesn’t differ; maybe slams into you even harder. “Hm? Answer me, dumb little slut.” He pinches your thigh cruelly, emitting a pained gasp from you.

 “I just want to hear you say it, please daddy,” you mewl. “I love you so much.”

“Keep fucking begging.”

You initially thought Jungkook became more honest and affectionate when you’re being intimate, but it seems that one word brings out a different side to him: wild and sadistic. Perhaps there are two sides of him being a daddy, one not so much of a fatherly figure. Controlling, dominating, and violent. You’ve received too many bruises in one night.

“Please, please, please, pretty please,” you comply in a cry and hug him tighter.

“Missing something,” he tuts with a breathless laugh. “I love you, stupid girl, more than anything.” He stops ramming into you, and the drag of his throbbing length loses its pace but not its strength. “So, so fucking much,” he strains before slamming into you one last time for his release. With him stuck brushing against your sensitive spot and his shaky moan, your lashes flutter and you clench down on him with the intoxicating wave of your orgasm coursing through your trembling figure. You whimper his name as his cum fills you, the warmth coating your walls while you lose your sense of awareness. 

“Stand on one leg,” he breathes. You know he’s referring to your safe foot, so you disentangle your legs from his waist and stand. The only sound aside from the drown out dialogues from the restaurants nearby is your panting. Though he’s just as drained of energy as you are, he adjusts your dress and underwear for you, even fixing your hair before he pulls up his pants and lifts you. “Don’t call me that around others by the way– especially Taehyung.”

“I promise,” you assure with a chuckle.

The next day, a dreadful Monday, is not so bad when you get to link with your boyfriend and other friends by your usual spot on the benches. You don’t have a lot of lectures throughout the day, and you sit next to Jungkook who’s chatting with Taehyung and Yoongi after your long morning lecture in the afternoon. You peck his cheek as a greeting with a lovesick grin, and the former annoyed look on his face vanishes when he sees you. Soyeon and Minnie are close by, and thankfully there’s no tension between anyone. You’re forgiving, but you aren’t going to forget.

“So you two are actually back together, huh?” Taehyung says with a mocking smile. “What goes around comes around, Kookie.”

“Taehyung, you’re not making this any easier on yourself,” Yoongi murmurs.

Jungkook scoffs and rolls his tongue around his cheek—an irritated habit. “Well then Tae, I’m going to be polite and ask you to not be a homewrecker.”

“I have been hanging around Soyeon too much lately…” he jokes with a tilt of his head.

“Don’t turn this on me,” she says with a quirked brow, tone as soft as Jungkook remembers. You sit back and sigh at their bickering. “I didn’t know his name, you have no excuse to be flirting with her.”

“He isn’t–” You can’t get a word in when Jungkook agrees, “She’s fucking right, you know. Stop tailing around me to get a look up at her skirt.”

“I am not–"

“Oh for God’s sake,” Yoongi sighs like you do. Both of you share a guilty look, apologizing on each other’s behalf. It’s only when you start tracing the tattoos on Jungkook’s arm that he finally looks at you.

“You like it?” he asks, a bit smugly. You nod with a tiny smile. His tongue darts out to lick his lips before he pecks yours, and says, “I’ll add your name to the collection. Thinking of inking my knuckles.”

A blush from his kiss, and a bashful smile from his idea graces your face when you cutely pout, “No…” He laughs at your very obviously fake denial and closes in on you, teasing in a whisper, “Yeah? You like that?”

“Look at you two being so adorable,” Taehyung interrupts with a dreamy sigh, “but I want ice cream.” He holds his hands up by his elbows on the oak table and leans his face on them with fluttering eyelashes. “Kookie? Ice cweam? Pwease?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jungkook winces at the disgustingly cutesy face he makes, and you release a humoured breath at the friendlier banter. “Go buy it yourself, moron.”

“I don’t have money and I want her tea on how you two made up,” he flutters his lashes again with his fingers intertwined; begging so silly. “Pretty please.”

“Now I’m definitely not going to leave you alone with her.”

“Baby,” you interject, and his eyes widen at the nickname. “I want ice cream too.”

He flashes a quick glare at Taehyung, easily giving into your needs with a sigh. “You’re paying, fuckface.” He snatches his wallet the moment it’s out of his pocket and walks off while spinning it between his fingertips.

“He stole my fucking wallet,” he frowns without offence. “Oh well. So…” his eyes trail to you with a mischievous glint, “you never smoked before, right?”

You shake your head, a bit curious—albeit amused—as to where he’s going with this. 

“You wanna know something? Jungkook reeeaaally likes smokers,” he stretches his hands for emphasis. It piques your interest, and you raise a brow. “I can teach you. We have to do it fast, before he comes from the store. Okay?”

“Um… okay,” you laugh as he switches seats from across you to Jungkook’s spot. 

He takes out his pack where his lighter is also stuffed as he speaks, “So what I’m gonna do is teach you how to shotgun.”

“You can’t do that with a cigarette,” Yoongi states in boredom, a plain contrast to Taehyung’s hyperactivity. “Don’t listen to him. He’s lying to you.”

“Oh, shut the fuck– okay, sorry, didn’t mean to say that.” He turns to you with glimmering excitement, “It’ll be easier on you if we do it with a shotgun.” You merely shrug because you don’t even know what that means. He sticks a cigarette in his mouth before holding up a hand to his lighter, inhaling until the tip burns. Smoke flies past his lips as he explains, “You inhale from the filter, but don’t inhale too much. You’re going to cough, maybe feel a little lightheaded since it’s your first time, but try to hold it in, okay?” 

Taehyung peeks behind Yoongi before shifting his attention to you. He takes another drag from the cigarette but doesn’t exhale. “Okay,” you say with a nod, sharing his excitement at a new experience that Jungkook could potentially approve of. You can rely on Taehyung’s honesty, though the bad memory from before leaves a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach, but you’re ready to create better memories with him. He flips the stick until the filter is between your lips.

He wraps his lips around the tip and your eyebrows shoot up at the proximity. He holds your face between his large palms, and the cigarette is hidden behind his hands. He leans closer and nods at you, and you take the cue to inhale. You hear Yoongi blow out a deep breath just as you take in a shallow one. The urge to cough strikes you instantly, and you hold it in the best you can; your cheeks puff out as you slightly wheeze, and smoke leaves from both your mouth and nose. That’s when Taehyung pulls back, the intense eye contact gone, and you hear Yoongi scoff and the heavy footsteps of someone else. You cough into your hand when Taehyung slips it out of your mouth and holds it under the table.

“What the fuck?” Jungkook asks incredulously and throws three wrapped popsicles on the bench. You feel slightly dizzy when your small coughing fit ends, and you grow confused as to why your boyfriend is glaring at you with such intensity as his eyes flicker back and forth between you and Taehyung.

“Had to take you up on the homewrecker offer–” Taehyung’s sentence is cut off when Jungkook pulls him up by his collar, hesitates with his fist flying midway, then forcefully pushes him onto the pavement instead. He’s also confused– frantic, and doesn’t know what to do.

You’re semi-conscious of what he’s doing, but consuming nicotine for the first time leaves you feeling quite strange. You feel like you’ll stumble if you try to stand up, and slur if you speak, so you just wait it out.

“What– Why are you just sitting there?” he asks you with violent gestures. “What the fuck?” He holds onto his head, and all of your friends are quiet as they watch him. They must have missed you smoking for the first time. Yoongi waits for him to stop pacing.

“It’s not what you think, Jungkook,” Yoongi calmly tells him. What is he thinking though? “I know it looked–”

“The fuck it did! Right fucking in front of me? How the fuck are you so calm?” he yells. 

“Hm?” you say. He watches you in astonishment: bottom lip jutting out and brows scrunched. If he didn’t see you shamelessly kissing Taehyung out in the open, he would be doubting his own vision because of how unbothered you seem. It bewilders him; why aren’t you reacting at all?

“They weren’t–”

“It took almost one fucking week of dating for you to resort to this?” Taehyung is still on the ground as he sends you a warning glance, Yoongi is unbothered by the ordeal because he’s constantly interrupted, and Jungkook is fuming at you while you just sit there.

“I was just curious,” you relate to the cigarette that is still lit beneath the grass next to Taehyung.

An astounded laugh is his only response as Taehyung smiles at you, but you’re only looking at Jungkook. “And here I thought, like a fucking idiot, that you were the only girl unlike my mother. And you,” he looks at his old friend with menace, “show your face around me, and I won’t hold back again. God, I need to kill someone,” he sighs before storming off. So he doesn’t like cigarettes?

When the fog in your mind begins to clear up, you stand to go after him just as Taehyung blocks your path. “I need to tell him I won’t smoke again,” you try to push him aside, but he doesn’t budge.

He laughs. “It’s not about that. He thinks you and I kissed because I made it look like it.” Just as you’re about to confront him, he clarifies, “Listen, I just want his reaction on this, okay? Don’t you want him to feel how you felt when he kissed your friend?”

“I’m over that.”

“Are you though?” No, you aren’t. “Aren’t you paranoid? All nervous when he’s around other girls? Or even when he’s just not around you?” Your silence prompts him to continue, “You’ll truly forgive him if you take revenge. You know he won’t do it again if he feels the same way you felt.”

“But that’s cruel…” you try to reason.

“And what he did wasn’t?” 

Like the little devil on your shoulder, he enters your mind and reads it for his own agenda. What is his intention? Do what he couldn’t do with his ex? Is he… helping you? What he did was bad, so why aren’t you calling him out for it?

“What do I do?” you dodge his question. He knows the answer anyway.

He smiles with satisfaction. “Let’s talk it over a few cigarettes, hm?”

Back to square one– no, square zero. At square one, you could at least interact with Jungkook, do his homework and have him kiss you when he was satisfied; you don’t have anything to do with him now. Taehyung warned you of this, told you Jungkook would start seeing other people and avoid you unless he wanted to hurt you. How he knows him so well is beyond you, because that’s exactly what happens in the next four days.

You watch him from afar like before, see that scowl on his face that you haven’t seen in a long time after you met. Only two aspects have changed: the eye contact and Taehyung’s lack of presence around him. Jungkook’s eyes are always on you, filled with so much disdain and hatred, even when he’s kissing another girl. Smoking stops you from crying because of how dizzy you get, and Taehyung is always with you – waiting. Both of you are waiting for Jungkook to do something, and it’s a surprise Taehyung still hasn’t been beaten to a pulp for just talking to you.

Maybe it’s a sign that you and him weren’t meant to be. In the span of a short while when you were together, only problems have surfaced. So much misery and anger in a relationship isn’t normal; it’s toxic. But you wait anyway.

“Look at him glaring at you with a girl on his lap,” Taehyung chuckles before lighting up his cigarette. He’s leaning on the wall next to the campus entrance with you.

“Nothing new,” you croak and take a drag from yours, coughing again. It’s déjà vu, if anything. One has to learn from their mistakes to reach success, right? This situation is just one of them for the better of your relationship. Has to be. 

“Worldstar,” he sings with a laugh. “I kind of miss hanging out with him, though; and the rest of my friends.”

“Yeah.” You can’t exactly pay your utmost attention to his words when you’re having a staring contest with Jungkook, who is practically devouring the unidentified girl’s mouth. It doesn’t sting as much as long as he has his eyes on you because you know what it means now: he’s trying to make you jealous. You didn’t know that before, but you didn’t know Jungkook as well as you do now before either. 

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“You somehow always do.”

Your reply humors him. “You want to go up to him, tell him what I did. But you know I’ll stop you.” His eyes squint as his cheeks hollow to inhale the nicotine. It’s a Marlboro Red, not exactly fit for a starter like yourself. You hate that you can’t even stand without using the wall as a leverage, but the effect is a necessary distraction.

 “Why are you… so invested in this?”

He shrugs. “It may not seem like it, but it’s going to help strengthen your bond. It also gives you enough time to stop liking him and fall for me instead, but that’s just a plus.”

“What?” you slur. The cigarette is hanging on for dear life between your fingertips because of how weak you feel.

“We should kiss– for real this time,” he blurts. “He’ll talk to you sooner. God, I really want to kiss you.” He drops his stick before grabbing your face and softly crashing his lips against yours. You don’t close your eyes, you don’t really do much of anything while he does what he wants. It goes on for twenty seconds before he slowly pulls back. “He’ll talk to you tonight,” he exhales. “You’re welcome.” He pecks you again.

You finally close your eyes and your head hangs limply. “You’re the real problem,” you murmur, “you keep tearing us apart. The villain.”

“That kiss was on me,” he admits, “but I’m just making you face reality. Sometimes you have to be the bad guy, right? Only reason I can smoke with you is because Jungkook cares a fuckton about me. I’ll make it up to you as well, when your relationship isn’t a fucking lie.”

Couples go at their own pace, don’t they? Maybe this is how long it’s supposed to take for you to be one with your betrayed boyfriend. This is the real beginning; Taehyung is just the catalyst. 

You see it when Taehyung is gone and Jungkook isn’t kissing back anymore. He isn’t even glaring. He’s just blank.

Perhaps love isn’t all you need to be with Jungkook.

It’s late in the evening and the nicotine still hasn’t worn off. You haven’t moved an inch from your spot and neither has Jungkook from a distance, still on the same curb across. The girl left when she didn’t receive any responses from him for a minute straight. An emotionless “fuck off” was enough for her to angrily storm off.

You have no idea where Taehyung went and you’re sitting on the ground with your knees to your chest and hands on your sides. Jungkook is staring at you from the bench. You just need to wait because he’s going to approach you like his friend told you.

People aren’t in the yard so it’s mostly empty in the open space. The lights from the streets and inside the building you have your back against don’t allow you to see your boyfriend clearly enough. He doesn’t have an issue with making out your features though. That kicked puppy expression on your face is drawing him, but he hasn’t been cruel enough.

It’s been difficult treating you like shit, so he doesn’t bother. It’s pathetic anyway, more pathetic than having smeared lip gloss on his mouth that he hasn’t wiped off. He knows he shouldn’t be so immature – he’s twenty years old. He’s old enough to be able to communicate, but no one’s been making it easy for him.

He has to decide whether he wants to be with you or just end it all before he feels any worse. 

As the saying goes, no pain – no gain.

Jungkook slides down the wall and sits next to you after trudging in your way. It’s silent at first, and he doesn’t return your gaze when you look at him. You wait, and so does he. But he’s more impatient than you are; more hurt. 

“What did you see in him, for God’s sake?” His voice is tired; words merely a sigh. You stay patient. “I mean, right after I opened up to you? Why?”

“I was paranoid,” you croak quietly, as if you’re about to faint, “terrified of you being with someone else. Maybe if you felt what I felt…”

He lightly shakes his head. “No, you didn’t think of that on your own. You didn’t kiss him either.” You lean your head on his shoulder. “You didn’t want to smoke, didn’t want any of this to happen. What are you doing, my love?”

You sigh. “I didn’t do anything. I don’t do anything.” The issue is that you let yourself be manipulated and molded into anything Jungkook likes, but he’s never told you what he likes. “All I know is loving you. That’s it,” you shrug tiredly, “that’s all I do. Everything I do, I do for you.”

“I’ll ask you for one thing– okay, two. Scrub your fucking lips and never talk to that piece of shit again. I’m not friends with good people,” he turns to you, “I don’t want you around them. I’m stuck in a constant cycle of toxicity and you’re the only good fucking thing in my life right now. I don’t want you to smoke or talk with my friends.”

“Then why do you?”

He stammers, “I-I’m used to it, I don’t fucking know. I know how to protect myself, but you’re too… untainted for them. Look at us, we don’t even fucking dress similarly. You and I have nothing in common.” He huffs to himself and looks up to the sky. “If you know what’s good for you–”

“You are good for me,” you interject.

“Don’t fucking lie to yourself,” he scoffs at you, “I’m anything but good for you. Do I give a fuck though? No. I’m selfish, and I don’t want to lose you. But if you–”

“I don’t.”

“Okay.”

Another moment of silence passes. He’s the one to break it again. “I don’t want to have an issue like this ever again. No more infidelity, or whatever the fuck, no more silence. Communication, right?”

“Right. And no more getting involved with your social life.”

“Thank you,” he bows his head and licks his lips with a sigh. “I can’t deal with this again. I don’t want to leave like my dad, whore around like my mom; I just want to have normal fucking relationship problems.” His anxiety translates to his body language: nibbling, knee bouncing, cracking knuckles. He doesn’t like to talk about his family, friends or even you. You’re calmer in comparison. “Tell me… we’ll start over.”

“I’m not resetting my love for you,” you playfully nudge him.

The corner of his mouth curls. “Not like that. Let’s go back to you doing my homework.”

“Really?”

“I missed a fucking assignment today, okay?” he laughs. “I want to forget about all of this sad shit, you ever meeting my friends, Sooyen or whatever, all of it. Just you and me, okay?”

“Set our own pace,” you add with a nod. “No one interfering with our… bullshit.”

“Don’t fucking swear,” he puts a hand over your mouth and pushes your face with a wide grin. You giggle with him. 

Now that Taehyung and Soyeon’s over, there’s nothing left to chance with the involvement of someone else. Trust blooms instead, and it’s not so bad when Jungkook shares a cigarette with you as you take tiny puffs per his instruction. You are safe with him; not dizzy, lightheaded, manipulated, nothing. 

You’re happy, and so is he. Maybe that was the intention, but it means nothing. Taehyung sought vengeance through your relationship, and that’s that. No one can hold Jungkook against you when he’s in the palm of your hands, ready to tell you more than anyone else can offer. 

Jungkook’s love and trust: check.

When he flicks off the ash of his cigarette, you snuggle into him and whisper, “I love you daddy.” His ring glimmers under the moonlight as he pets your hair.

“Love you more, babygirl.”