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The Archive of Smite
This page belongs to the writer named Smite. He wrote fics starting in September of 2021 up until April 2024. In these 2,5 years, over 8.000 people followed him to read some of the craziest k-pop girl group smut out there. Almost 150 stories of sex in all kinds of positions, for many reasons, all over the world (and in outerspace), with too many kinks to count.
"When I started, I kinda wanted to become the best. I wanted my favorite writers at the time - Levi, Peach, Sins, and many more - to know that I could write as good as they can. I wanted to go wilder and crazier."
Smite, though ambitious, was also stupid and naive. At roughly the same time he started writing, two other community legends began their careers. IZ and Kaede crushed everything in their sight, especially the former becoming an absolute legend.
"Writing was fun. At times, it was escapism from everyday worries. At other times, it was fulfillment of fantasies I could never reach. Mostly though, it was just horny. BFH that just became words. If you go through my Masterlist, you might see which idols had some random heights or were just... Always on my hot list."
Smite never really stopped writing, not for long stretches that is. It didn't really occur to him that there might be a sudden, drastic reason to stop. He considered doing so anyways. Something about writing porn about irl people without them knowing or wanting - needless to say, it is an odd hobby. Nevertheless, he enjoyed it amd the community it brought with it.
"I fucking love these guys. So many hilarious peoplefrom all over the world. One became like my best friend, a rock during my emotional struggles. Another was my boyfriend for a short time. Man, I screwed up with him kekw. There are too many to mention. I've had long talks with some, others just came by and listened to me mald or something. I love you all, some of you I consider true friends - part of my soul - and I feel connected, even if you are thousands of miles away."
2024 started stressful for Smite. The pressure of Uni started to collapse on him. Even the thought of big kpop concerts wasn't enough to cheer him up. Luckily though, there was this girl. Sweet, kind, caring and in the same position. Soon, he had found something that seemed impossible. She was in love with him and he in love with her. And when everything unraveled.
"I stopped writing. I burried my drafts. I finished only one story and released it way later. I'm sorry I didn't announce it properly, but I just felt that this smut writing career was over. I don't regret it - I gained something beautiful I want to keep for the rest of my life. She is at least as pretty as Minju, so I call that the biggest win imaginable lol."
So no more smuts from Smite?
"99% no"
No more fanfictions/girl group stories in general?
"Eh, 80% no. Still some unfinished angst that I would love y'all to read tho"
Will you ever reach those 150 fics?
"We will see. In this count there are fics with less than 1000 words. I might just sneeze and finish it kekw"
Any fic you regret not writing?
"Not really? Maybe a proper ending for Starship: Horizon? Or yet another Minju fic? Futa stuff? Gaeul angst x female reader? Or how about a fic with 69 different idols at once? Who but me would dare to write something so stupid?"
Do you think you reached your initial goal?
"Do I consider myself the GOAT? No. That title belongs to either Peach, Levi or IZ. But I know that of my now 8.700 followers some consider me their favorite writer. I'm flattered and thank you very much for reading amd enjoying my work."
Now for the most important question: does this post mean you are finally leaving the community behind for good? Is this your last hoorah?
"..."
"Never."
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23/11/2024, Log of DARKNEBULA85, 1:16 PM...
SPOILERS: Special Edition, Arcane Season 2, Episodes 7-8-9...
As Iâm writing this, itâs 4:20 in the morning. Iâm on a 24-hour shift, but here I am, watching the new episodes as theyâve just come out. The hype Iâm feeling is so intense that Iâm not even a little bit sleepy. Episode 7 is both the most beautiful and the most heartbreaking thing Iâve seen in this series. I spent the entire episode thinking, "If only everything had gone right, this is how it all could have endedâŚâ Seeing all the characters together and alive (except Vi) made me so happy, yet it was killing me inside because, in our reality, itâs the complete opposite.Can we all agree that Ekko is the hero of this series??? A guy who had everything taken from him, suddenly gets it all back, and then has to give it up again to save his people. He succeeds in the end, but itâs still so tragic, he accomplished his mission but was left alone, without his family, friends, or the girl he loved. Itâs devastating.I was absolutely crushed by the death of my favorite psychotic blue-haired girl because I held onto hope until the very last second that she would survive⌠But alas, it seems that in both universes, the sisters canât be happy together. One of them always has to die. Still, Iâm glad they each had someone to lean on as they mourned their lost sister (Vi with Cait, Powder with Ekko). And Heimerdinger? My poor little guy died, and no one even noticed. At least he went out happy, knowing he gave someone else the chance to achieve what he couldnât. And Jayce⌠I always had faith in him. Iâve supported him since the first season, and I held back from criticizing him in earlier episodes because I knew there was a reason behind his actions. And, oh boy, there sure was. By the way, Ambessaâs design is hands down my favorite, what an absolutely spectacular character design. And the ending⌠Itâs perfect. Everything about this series is perfect. Iâve tried to think of a single bad thing about it, and I just canât. I donât think weâll see another show this perfect for a long time, itâs a true masterpiece in every sense of the word.I really hope the creators expand this universe. Thereâs still so much left to explore and so many storylines to wrap up, like the Black Rose. If youâll excuse me, Iâm now going to cry myself to sleep, considering I havenât slept since 8 a.m. yesterday.
Yo seguirĂŠ en negaciĂłn creyendo para mi mismo que Jinx sigue viva
Edit 10:53 PM... DUDE Iâm at a party, and thereâs literally a guy who looks EXACTLY like Vander. Same clothes, same hair, same beard, same size⌠I feel like crying and I want to die đ
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.á RIIZE having a crush on you, but you have a bf ŕźâ§âË.
req: heyy idk if youre taking requests but if you do could you please do riize as your friends who have a crush on you even though you have a bf? thqnk youuu
pairing: riize x reader â masterlist
â.á shotaro
Shotaro would be very respectful about it. He liked you a lot, maybe too much, and couldnât help but feel serious and angry when he saw you with your boyfriend. However, he wouldnât want to ruin your relationship over his feelings. Heâd always be there for you, sometimes even more than your own boyfriend, but he wouldnât confess his feelings. Heâd patiently wait for the day you realized that all along, he was the one meant for you.
â.á eunseok
He wouldnât be entirely direct, but he also wouldnât hide the fact that he liked you. He couldnât bear seeing you with your boyfriend, so if he ever ran into you together, heâd probably ignore your boyfriend completely. If you ever told him about something bad or annoying your boyfriend did, heâd shake his head several times while whispering:
"I would never do that to you..."
â.á sungchan
He wouldnât be able to stand it. Seeing you with another man? Absolutely not. Sungchan would be very direct about his feelings and wouldnât act any differently just because you had a boyfriend. Heâd buy you gifts that reminded him of you, text you every day, and constantly remind you how important you were to him. Even though you had told him countless times that you had a boyfriend and he shouldnât do that, heâd just ignore your words.
"I just want you to see how I feel and that my feelings wonât change."
â.á wonbin
Youâd definitely know that Wonbin had a crush on you because heâd often say things like, "Why are you with him and not me?" or "I think Iâm better than him." Even so, he wouldnât interfere with your relationship and would patiently wait for the day you were single so he could make his move.
â.á seunghan
Seunghan would be very, very patient. He wouldnât be able to hold back his feelings, so heâd confess to you as soon as he accepted them himself. Heâd make it clear that he knew you had a boyfriend and didnât expect an answer, but he just wanted you to know. Heâd even treat your boyfriend quite well, despite being the person he secretly disliked the most for having you.
â.á sohee
He would be so awkward around you, especially if your boyfriend was around. The moment he realized he liked you, he wouldnât know how to act. Should he tell you? Should he keep quiet and let it pass? Should he distance himself? After a lot of thought, heâd decide to just try to act normal, though heâd always end up nervous and start rambling incoherently when you were near. Eventually, heâd accidentally let it slip that he liked you.
â.á anton
Even though it was difficult for him and he knew it would put you in a tough spot, Anton would confess his feelings for you, despite knowing you had a boyfriend. Who knows? Maybe by telling you, youâd see him differently. Maybe youâd realize you actually liked Anton too. Or maybe not, but he wanted you to know. Heâd continue to treat you the same way he always had, but with a little extra attention, making sure you knew he was there for you whenever you needed.
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hiiii!! so sorryyy idk if you take requests BUTT could you do headcannons of being in an argument with the aot characters?
đŁď¸ aot characters & arguments
characters involved: eren, armin, mikasa, connie, jean, sasha, reiner, annie, bertolt, erwin, levi & hange
notes: i do take requests indeed!! :3 i luv angst, i hope this is gdâĄ
⧠eren jaeger - ￟
okay, when you guys argue itâs honestly more cute than anything because youâre both so protective of one another. neither of you wanted each other to join the scouts because it was so dangerous but, you both joined anyways obviously. oh my god, you guys non-stop bicker when thereâs a mission! and donât even get me started if you get put into different teamsđ you start TWEAKINGG. after he finds out heâs the attack titan, oh it gets 10x worse. his absolute biggest fear is losing control and hurting you - heâs already so conflicted, confused & felt like an outcast. he definitely lashes out more and becomes snappier than usual but, it does come from a place of sincerity.
when this happens, you just leave it be. as soon as itâs not just bickering anymore, when a voice is raised or an insult is made, you just leave it. you understand heâs going through a lot and just needs a minute but, TRUST ME! when you walk off, you make sure it is known that your feelings are hurt.
âi said no! you are not being on my team! im going with the levi squad, thats final.â
⧠armin arlert -
you both love each other very much but, goddamn youâre both so up your own arses! you are the âsmart coupleâ you are both strategic and witty and have your own way you go about things. so, when it comes to deciding whose plan is better, you always think yours is better and admin thinks his is better. this has (and probably always will be) the main root of your arguments, tbh. nobody likes to get involved either because if someone picks a side then even more havoc will break lose. the only people whoâve ever come between you two is: mikasa, levi & erwin.
itâs just like a debate, you know the ones on jubilee where itâs just people speaking over each other with different facts and sources? literally you two. you both would keep going until the end of time if you didnât need to sleep, eat and drink water. itâs never that serious at the end of the day, you both love each other and i GUESS you can appreciate each others plans albeit you both think yours is better.
âif you actually listen to me when i say, my layout is better! look at how easy it is to manoeuvre from the castle to the forest!â
⧠mikasa ackerman -
wash the damn scarf. that is all you ask of her. she has literally never washed it and you love but jesus christ, stink LINGERS. not only do you think itâs weird she doesnât wash it but, itâs also from eren⌠now, you know mikasaâs lore, of course. however, itâs really hard to get over your girlfriend having this deep love for this smelly scarf that her ex-crush gave to her after he literally saved her from being kidnapped. at first, you try to ignore it but it gets to a point where you sit down and talk to her but, she is not having it. she clearly cares very, very deeply for this scarf and will defend it. itâs really awkward conversation that slowly turns into raised voices and some opinionated things being raised.
âwhy are you getting jealous over a scarf? thatâs so stupid! i just have fond memories with it!â
⧠connie springer -
again, not so much major arguments but just bickers. it usually starts as a joke but slowly but surely divulges into an argument about something stupid. one time, someone ate the last of jeanâs meal that his mum made for him and he saved until today, obviously he was super upset and jokingly you blamed connie. at first, all was well, laughs were being heard and he even poked fun at you but, somewhere along the way it became more serious for you two, you genuinely suspected connie of eating jeanâs meal and connie was getting visibly more upset.
âthat was so not me! why are you telling them that?! i didnât eat it, y/n!â
jean regretted asking who ate his food.
⧠jean kirstein -
jean is unfortunately a jealous guy. not for any malicious reasons, heâs just a bit insecure gang! heâs more scared that youâll leave him for someone âbetterâ more than anything but, these feelings of insecurity manifest as jealously. heâd get jealous over you spending time with people like eren, mikasa or armin. in so many aspects, theyâre better than him (in his eyes) and this will just make him reallyyy pissy. being in an argument with jean is painstakingly ambiguous like he never straight up says it, itâs always sly remarks or dry responses from him for a while. eventually, you know something is up and question him but he will avoid answering like the plague and itâs just so, so frustrating! eventually, when you break your calm demeanour, he will also break his ânonchalant-nessâ and just shout about how he feels.
he crossed his arms, âi just donât understand why you need to be around him so much, you have me?â
⧠sasha braus -
absolutely nothing. iâm sorry but, she is too sweet and loving. IM SORRY, iâm sorry⌠i tried so hard to think of something but this queen is too perfect. at most, she would snap at you in high stress situations but she would never turn it into an argument. for example, if you told her to slow down her eating because youâre going on a mission but, she hasnât eaten much that day she may snap and tell you to âlet her do what she wantsâ but, sheâs sooo quick to recover and apologise. literally not even giving you a second to even think about arguing with her!!
âah, iâm sorry. youâre right, i donât wanna be sick while flying through the air, huh?â she pouts.
⧠reiner braun -
youâre both from marley, you know damn well what youâre doing here but it seems reiner is straying off path. youâre there to try and remind him why youâre there and this leads to so many arguments. his split personality also plays a role in the arguments because itâs so.. scary and confusing for you because one moment heâs defending eldians than the next, heâs shouting at you about how he âknows the planâ.
when talking about stuff like this, since itâs extra sensitive for reiner he definitely flips out. iâm talking shouting, angry grunting, clenching his fists into balls and holding them against his forehead so he doesnât fully crash tf out. heâs just as confused and scared as you are about his split personality but, he doesnât want to seem weak or to seem like heâs losing sight of what is ârightâ - it gets him really worked up. obviously, you stand your ground against him, he doesnât scare you when youâre arguing. youâve known him for so long.. you feel like he just needs to be guided.
âwhen did i ever say i liked them? yes, theyâre okay people to be around for now butâ no, i never said that! i know what they are, you donât remind to tell me, y/n!â
⧠annie leonhart -
just the fact sheâs cold and distant, it makes it really hard to actually have a relationship with her. at first, she was closed off COMPLETELY but cracks began to show and eventually, you thought you were at a good point with each other but, you kind of realised you didnât know that much about annie. you try to ask questions to get her to open up but, she is one tough egg to crack so eventually, you just ask! hoping to help her more than anything but, this leads to an argumentâŚ
after this first argument, it became pretty regular like once every few weeks this would happen. you get super frustrated because she acts like she doesnât even care! so, youâre shouting and getting really passionate while she sits there, looking pissed off and bored, rolling her eyes and scoffing. she doesnât see the need to open up to you, sheâs done what she thinks is âenoughâ in her books.
âwhat do you want me to say? iâm not an open book, thatâs just how i am. weâre all gonna end up dead, anyways.â
⧠bertolt hoover -
sigh⌠oh bert. every time you feel yourself developing further into your relationship with bert, his friends seem to pull him back. youâre still not quite sure why and they always seem to be giving side eyes or glances when he talks about his life - its starting to piss you off, rightfully so. you feel like heâs got two other side hoes watching yours and his every move! you being this up in subtle ways as to not seem like a crazy, jealous partner but eventually you burst and tell him how you really feel.
arguing with sweet bert isnât fun because you can tell he tries so hard to please everyone in the situation, whether itâs you, him or now in this case, his friends too. he will raise his voice but, not in a bad way just in a general sense, things are getting heated, his voice will raise and he will fling his arms and hands. heâs a very expressive man when arguing because he is so passionate about it.
ây/n, theyâre my friends! theyâre just trying to protect me, why are you jealous?â
⧠erwin smith -
thereâs so such things as arguments in your relationship, erwin likes to call them âmutual disagreementsâ as your both in the scouts, he knows your time is limited. itâs a morbid and pessimistic way to think but, you have to be realistic when you live such a deadly lifestyle. he doesnât want to take your time together for granted - plus, heâs a MAN like, he is calm and collected and will always hear you out.
you both start off calm, having a mature conversation about whatever it is that is bothering you but, when you start getting rowdier thatâs when erwin quells the flames quickly. he takes a deep breath, hears you out and calmly walks you through it all. heâs so compassionate about it, i cant omg. heâll gently place a hand over your own hand or on your shoulder if youâre standing, letting you know heâs present, heâll sweetly talk you down, eventually calming you down and usually youâll both say apologises or just general sweet statements and move on!
âiâm sorry, y/n. no, iâm glad you talked to me about this.â
⧠levi ackerman -
oh lord, being in an argument with levi ackerman is nawwtt fun. iâm sorry but, iâd kms if i argued with levi đ. this man has such an awful resting bitch face as it is but, imagine his face when heâs arguing with you? IF LOOKS COULD KILL. he cant hide his emotions, so when youâre arguing even if heâs trying to be somewhat nice, his face says it all. usually heâll roll his eyes and scoff if itâs something minor, heâll hear you out, maybe give a half arsed apology or some sort of nice gesture to make sure youâre not upset however, if itâs a big issue oh brotherâŚ
silent treatment, i fear. he is so bad at communicating his feels correctly and often feels confused because this mf ainât been in love before?! it gets too a point where heâs so mad, he just cant even begin to think of anything to say to you. youâll be there raising your voice, becoming so passionate and when you ask what he thinks, heâll say âi have nothing to say.â then boom, silent treatment. however, heâs bad with his words⌠but good with his actions. he still wants you to know he cares, you two could be in the most rancid moods but, youâll go to your room and find your clothes ironed and foldedđĽ˛.
⧠hange zoÍ -
oh my sweet hange, my probably neurological challenged sweet hange⌠an argument with them would definitely stem from them spending more time with titans than you. when sawney and bean were around, you werenât getting ANY time of day with them, trust. at first, you didnât want to say anything because of course, you understand! the lifetime you guys are living in, things like hangeâs research is soo important but, you canât help but feel neglected sometimes.
when you finally bring it up, an argument ensues. neither of you really shout or anything, itâs just that kind of weird sort of raised, high pitched voice people get when youâre really frustrated. you both stay relatively calm for the situation youâre in but, you can totally tell youâre both so frustrated because hange just doesnât see the problem. when you guys argue like this, it usually just goes in circles and after a while you both decide to mutually give up and leave it for another day.
âitâs all for science and the greater good of humanity though, i donât understand?â
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One part that makes me really sad is that arcane used to explore and be centered around Zaun and Pilltover issues but then at the end of season 2 it's totally wiped out, okay everybody is fighting together but what will happen after ? The relationship between both parts of the city (as well as inside of them with the Concilors' deceptions, the rivality of the gangs, and different "eras of leaders" (Vander/Silco/after) etc) has been so complex and confrontational for decades, with pilltover system crushing the undercity without a care, it was really explored in season 1 and at the beggining of season 2 (even episode 7 showed us a different dynamics btwn the two) but then I feel like it was forgotten... like okay they had a common enemy and fought and had losses together but is this really enough to resolve the issues between the two?? Like in practice what will change so they can both be equal after decades of oppression ? Like pilltover system was flipped out by the killing of the council and the undercity at war with itself after Silco's death managed to rally by the imagery of Jinx and revolution, and now after the whole war/hextech thing they can reach a point of change but I need to see it in practice!! Don't we forget that a few episode ago, the "Main Concillor" and her tag team went on a rampage, gassing Zaun, reversing a system put in place by a councillor so they could breathe.... And then she became even more authoritarian, and is she going to face any repercussions for this ? No (I mean none of the characters really do but.. they were all up in arms trying to locate Jinx for what she has done, but for cait well absolutely nothing..)
Like even the hextech was created at first by Jayce and Viktor to improve lives but in the end was first used only by pilltover, and they lost their minds when the undercity got a hold of it (okay they were attacking but you see my point..), then weaponised against zaunites, and then we know what happened... and Viktor got sick in the first place because of this gas in the fissure and that what started the whole transmutation thing....
Anyway, sorry, I'm rambling and totally losing the plot... but what I'm trying to say is that Arcane really used to explore in details the dynamics inside and between the cities and now we don't get any sort of proper closure about it, it's only left to our imagination. Like it was a center storyline and underlying others... And even the end of season 1 left us on a cliffhanger about that, it was also the original dream of Vander, Silco and the sisters' mom... And even tho they gave us an inkling of what might happen, I think they could really explore this further, because it feels like loose ties...
PS: I'm so sorry, I'm so incoherent and my English is bad, I'm just tired so I can't properly explain what I mean but I hope you still got it...
I totally understood what you mean, no worries! One non-English tumblr user to another~
It was such a fairy tale solution. I don't think a few Zaunites joining Enforcers had the power to totally flip the way Piltover looks at them. Remember how they treated Vi at the beginning of the season? Well that doesn't matter anymore. They have a seat at the table now yay. System fixed. No one will be punished for the crimes against the people, because it isn't even established what the crimes are. All we know is that fighting Viktor and Ambessa convinced Zaunites to give up on their revolution. S1 set up the conflict so carefully and explained why it can't be solved easily SO WELL, only for s2 to go and say "skill issue"
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OOPS.. I'm SORRY!
Pyrrha had been bored so she had cone into the stacks. A dusty, musty collection of old books. Many of the works only having the significance of being out of print for years. So lost in her thoughts on how to finally get Jaune out of his funk about Weiss choosing Neptune, along with telling him of her own feelings, she just wandered.
Pyrrha: Huh?
A shimmer on the shelf to her left catches her eye.
Pyrrha: What's this?
Pulls a dusty tome from the shelf. She gives a puff of air to remove some of the dust from the cover. Removing the rest with a swipe of her hand.
Pyrrha: Mental Manipulation for Fun and Profit?
Cracking open the book, she began to browse the pages, trying to figure out what the title meant. However the light was too poor to read the fine type, so tucking it under her arm, she headed back to JNPR's dorm.
Twenty minutes later, Pyrrha had her nose buried in the strange text. Apparently it was a collection of techniques, and Spells? While she wasn't convinced about the "spells" part there were a lot of techniques detailed with in the pages to open another's mind to what truly surrounded them.
Pyrrha: Maybe I can get Jaune to FINALLY notice my attempts for his attention!
Flipping through more of the pages, she found a section detailing a "spell" that would help open someone's mind , and also guide them to become the perfect version of themselves. Pyrrha giggled, at the thought of Jaune becoming even more perfect for her, than he already was.
Pyrrha: Well what could it hurt? I mean magic is just make believe, everyone knows that.
So setting the book on Jaune's bed, Pyrrha began to replicate the actions and words the pages detailed. She was alone in the dorm so she didn't pay attention to where she was pointing... Pyrrha: Aperi mentem tuam, perfectam versionem effici qui sis! (Open your mind to the perfect version of who you are!)
Pyrrha felt something flow through her. Looking from the book she saw a golden purple light form at the end of her index finger that was pointing at the door to the dorm... just as it opened.
Pyrrha: Jaune!
The beam of energy hit Jaune in the center of his chest. He staggered on his feet shaking his head. Pyrrha was mortified at what had happened!
Pyrrha: I'm sorry!
Jaune: Pyr?
Pyrrha: I'm sorry, Jaune. So sorry! Are you okay?
Jaune: I think so?
Jaune blinked his vivid blue eyes a few times, before finally getting them to focus.
Jaune: Pyr, get on the bed right now!
Pyrrha: Jaune?
Jaune: You're hair is an absolute rat's nest! Bed! Now. I have to fix it!
Pyrrha: Huh?
Jaune moved about the room gathering up Pyrrha's combs and brushes as well as rushing into the bathroom, and grabbing some additional hair products.
Jaune: Sit. Sit!
Pyrrha was so confused, that she just did as Jaune told her. Her mind melted even further when Jaune stopped in front of the full length mirror on the back of the dorm's entrance.
Jaune: Ack! What am I wearing? It's hideous! Nope, nope, focus Jaune. One tragedy at a time!
For the next half hour, Pyrrha was treated to the most exquisite treatment she had ever received, as Jaune brushed and then braided her hair. Once it was done, Jaune headed into the bathroom, as Pyrrha stood looking in the mirror at the elaborate and complicated braid Jaune had weaved her long crimson locks into.
Pyrrha: It's... it's beautiful!
Half a hour later, Jaune exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his head and another tucked about his chest, leaving his legs from the thigh down.
Pyrrha: Did you shave you legs?
Jaune said nothing as he moved to the shared closet, and started to rummage. Pyrrha just stood there as Jaune redressed, with no care about her standing there, and getting a nice from behind view of her crush. Though him turning about, wearing an amalgam of her and Nora's clothes did blank her mind.
Jaune: This will have to do, until I can get to Vale and shop!
Pyrrha: What did I do to Jaune?
(A/N - I have no idea what this is. I'm listening to some Nightcore and this idiotic idea popped into my head. )
#rwby#jaune arc#pyrrha nikos#I think I need new meds.#one shot?#arkos#cross-dressing#not a âtrueâ gender-bend#magic is real#pyrrha made a mistake
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today is literally the worst day ever this is the worst news i have ever been given in the past 4 years.
#me.txt#i would say the worst news ive ever been given EVER but then i remembered my dad died. woops.#i am absolutely crushed ive just been sitting here in silence for almost an hour#no matter what i cant keep them. i dont want to get in trouble i quite like having a place to live#just. man. MAN.#even if i could keep them i know i wouldnt be able to afford rats AND a cat#rats alone when i only had one job during the semester was almost too much money + work for me#like i didnt plan on adopting another set of rats anyway. even tho i love my boys. its just too much work for me.#im so sad i wanted to at least see them to the end of their little lives :(#but they have to go now. :(((#at least i'll have a cat but man. man. i love my baby boys so much.
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Can you pretty please write something like the Nanami college au again?? It was so funnn <33 love your work!
Shibari Master
Tags: dom!nanami x fem!reader, college au, nsfw, mdni, bdsm relationship, fluff, mutual pining, slight angst, happy ending don't worry.
Synopsis: Nanami is the stoic, silent, strong type. He excels in each class heâs put in. Heâs never one to cause trouble, but⌠there have been whispers around the university. âI hear he likes to tie girls up for funâŚâ âMy friend says heâs a freak in bed and left marks all over her.â âSomeone told me he has ropes in his dorm.â It seems like Kento has a secret.
An: You guys really seem to love the college au Nanami đ I donât mind. I actually really love writing him. This isn't necessarily a sequel or part two, but I hope this is something that you were hoping for. This is another long one. Strap in.
You were the type of person who really kept to themselves while in college. So many people told you that you would meet some lifelong friends and studying in university, but you didnât really see the point. Everyone went their separate ways after college. There was no point in befriending anyone in there.
Well, Shokoâs the exception. Sheâs like a sickness that you just canât fully get rid of. No matter how closed off you were, she just continued to tease and banter with you. You two often found yourselves sitting next to each other in class or in the dining hall.
Sure, you two had fun being absolute haters together. âOh my god, yn. Look at what heâs wearing.â Shoko would whisper into your ear, referring to the guy in the hentai face hoodie that no man who gets pussy wears.
Shoko had friends. She was close with all sorts of people: the athletes, the quiet ones, anime nerds, trouble makers, everyone. She didnât discriminate, which means she had a lot of gossip on everyone.
You were sat next to her in the dining hall as you leisurely munched on an apple. She was yapping about some people in drama club that got caught fucking in the auditorium, âa total orgyâ was how she described it.
Your mind was elsewhere though. While you werenât keen on making friends, you werenât immune to crushes though. A man like Nanami was right up your alley. He was quiet, respectful, the hottest man youâve ever seen and smart.
âGirl.â Shoko nudges your arm and furrows her eyebrows at you when youâre not giving her all your attention. âYou are not ogling over Kento fucking Nanami right now, are you?â Goddamn her sense of social cues. You could get nothing over her.
âAnd if I am?â You ask, taking another bite from your apple before turning to face her with an almost challenging look.
âMy little yn is finally coming out of her shell.â Shoko grinned up at you. She could never resist picking on you a little bit. âNo, but seriously, Iâve heard some crazy things about him.â
âLike what?â You immediately ask with a puzzled expression. What kind of crazy things would Nanami get up to? He seems so strait laced. Itâs hard to imagine him doing anything âcrazyâ.
âI heard he likes to tie up girls for fun.â
Oh shit.
Now, as a person who had unrestricted internet access as a kid and a recovering tumblr user, you knew what BDSM was. In fact, you were pretty well acquainted with the concept. Even as it was now more widely accepted after the movie Fifty Shades of Grey (which in your opinion, missed the mark on portraying a healthy BDSM relationship), BDSM still felt a little taboo. It was like a forbidden fruit to you, one that you thought about often.
��So? A man has a kink. Be so for real right now.â You respond as you glance back over at Nanami.
âNo babes, itâs not just a kink. Like⌠Iâve heard that he didnât touch them like that..â
âOhâŚâ You almost want to fucking pout upon hearing that.
âOh yn, you freak.â Shoko laughs as she pokes your cheek. âYou totally want him to tie you up.â
âI meanâŚâ You give her a look which makes her laugh even harder.
âStop.â She says while still laughing. âI heard it something called like shibariâŚâ
*** *** ***
That night instead of researching for your upcoming term paper, you spent all night on the Shibari Reddit and reading up on different forums.
It was nearly three in the morning. Your fingers are scrolling on some sort of shibari blog, and you canât help but feel almost jealous of these people. It was like an art and BDSM activity all in one. You wanted to do that.
You wanted Nanami to do that to you.
Your eyes are nearly half-lidded when you come across another blog. It was so late. You knew you should probably get some rest, but one more blog couldnât hurt.
The knots were beautiful and intricate on the modelâs skin. There was one photo where large veiny hands were cupping her cheeks as she was tied up. Damn. The master had nice hands.
You learned quickly that the ones who were being tied were called models, and the one who were doing the tying were called masters.
The next photo on the blog was even more erotic than the last. Another model tied up in pretty pink rope, and a tie was being held around her neck.
Youâve seen that tie before. It was unmistakable.
The only man who wears a yellow and black tie like that was Kento Nanami.
Heart pounding, you check the caption:
Knots done by KN
This was too much to be a coincidence, right?
You keep scrolling until you come across a text post instead of a picture.
Looking for models in the Kyoto area. College shibari master looking to teach.
Holy fuck. This had to be fate, right? You felt your stomach swirling with butterflies as you hovered over the message button. What are the odds that this isnât Nanami?
Yn: Hi.. I saw where you were looking for models to teach.. I was wondering if I could get some info on that.. Sorry to bother you so late!!
Gods. You sounded like an absolute dork. You wanted to delete the message, but it was likely that the master already received it. What had you done?
*** *** ***
You could barely sleep last night, plagued with dreams of ropes and Nanami using his tie on your wrists or neck. You were lucky that you didnât have a morning class today.
Drowsily sitting up, you reluctantly checked your phone. It was nearly noon since you had stayed up so late. Scrolling through your notifications, your heart nearly stopped when you saw a message from that blog last night.
KN: No need to apologize. Yes, I am looking to teach a new model. What kind of information would you like?
Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod.
Yn: Thanks for getting back to me!! I was kinda wondering if you charge anything for a session..?
KN: No, I donât charge anything. I go through a pretty extensive recruiting process with my models though.
Yn: What might that include..?
KN: First, I like to get to know them on a deeper level than just first name basis. I want to know what kind of understanding they have about shibari.
KN: Then, I request that the model provides me with some kind of proof that theyâre in the right medical condition for shibari. It is a demanding art that does include some physical aspects. I want to know what your body can handle.
KN: After that, I try out practice knots on the model, making sure theyâre absolutely comfortable every step of the way. I think of this as a trial run.
KN: Granted all goes well, I then draft up a beneficial agreement between the both of us.
Oh. This was so much more than you couldâve bargained for. You didnât even expect for him to respond back, but he was talking about an agreement??
If this was Nanami, then you could feel yourself falling even more hopelessly for him. If this wasnât Nanami, you were definitely reluctant to move forward.
Yn: An agreement..?
KN: Donât let that word discourage you. Iâm a man of rules and principles, thatâs all. Weâll talk more if we get there.
If.
That word felt like a bee sting right in the gut. As delusional as it may sound, it felt like he was already discounting you without completely being rude.
You didnât even know what you were thinking when you messaged this person on the internet. You werenât even sure it was Nanami. The idea of shibari was appealing, tempting even, but you really didnât want to just experience it with any type of person.
A message on your phone grabs your attention.
KN: May I take you out to coffee sometime, yn?
This was probably wrong, but it felt right. Something was pulling you to keep texting him.
Yn: I donât normally meet strangers from the internet so quickly.
KN: Oh? Weâre strangers? I wouldâve at least considered us to be acquaintances.
Your eyes widen as you stare down at your phone. This might actually be Kento Nanami messaging you, and he offered to take you out to coffee. You were now aware of how hard your heart was pounding in your chest.
Yn: Is this Kento Nanami..?
KN: It is. Was it not obvious?
Yn: It definitely was. I think I was just nervous and didnât want to get my hopes up.
KN: Get your hopes up? You were hoping for it to be me?
Yn: Is it weird if I was..?
KN: I would consider it to be cute rather than weird.
KN: About that coffee..?
*** *** ***
A pile of discarded clothes lay on your bed as you were trying on another outfit while Shoko watched you. You had hated everything you have tried on so far.
âWhatâs so great about Nanami anyways?â Shoko asks as she opens up your window and lights up a cigarette. Youâve begged her to stop smoking, but she adamantly refuses, stating âat least Iâll die happyâ.
âHeâs just⌠kind of mysterious, is he not?â You ask as youâre looking at yourself in a full length mirror. You were to meet him in about thirty minutes at a local coffee shop near the campus.
Your body is being hugged by mocha brown shirt and a brown plaid pleated skirt.
âJesus, yn. Is he getting to know you or your ass?â Shoko jokes as she grins up at you with her cigarette tucked between her lips.
âBoth if Iâm lucky.â You wink at your friend who rolls her eyes playfully at you.
âAnd youâre one hundred percent sure youâre not into girls? What does Nanami have that I donât?â Shokoâs no stranger to flirting with you. It was just her personality type. Though, if you were into girls, Shoko would definitely be your type.
âIâm sorry. When did you grow a dick?â
âYouâre saying you wouldnât suck my strap?â She playfully pouts and gives you a look that almost makes your heart skip a beat.
âFor you, Sho? I just might.â You continue to banter with her as you grab your purse.
âYou better go before I steal Nanamiâs woman.â She looks away from you as she snuffs her cigarette against the outside brick.
âIâm not his woman.â You retort as you head towards the door.
âYeah, yeah, I better be your maid of honor. I wanna wear a tux though.â
You laugh at your friendâs boldness and decide to hurry down to the coffee shop, not wanting to keep Nanami waiting. He seems like the type of guy to value punctuality.
As you arrive to the local shop, you marvel at how nice the shop looks. The walls are painted with a soft eggshell white, and it has accents of dark oak wood and black decorations. Itâs decorated high and low with botanical plants
Nanami was sitting in the corner of the shop in a more private area of the shop. He seemed to already be sipping on a coffee of sorts. You feel your heart start to pound at the sight of him. He was wearing a black button-up shirt that hugged his muscular arms so deliciously thanks to his harness that he was also wearing. His beige slacks also fit his frame nicely. You might dare say, Nanami has a nice ass.
His hazel eyes lifted up from a book he was reading, and his lips so subtly quirked up into a smile as soon as he caught a glance of you. He stood up from his seat and pulled your chair out for you like the gentleman he was.
âYou look lovely.â His deep voice made your head spin for a moment. Sure, you had heard him during class, but he sounded much more relaxed and less robotic.
âAs do you.â You respond before realizing your blunder. âI mean, you look handsome-â The words quickly fall from your mouth.
âOh? I'm not lovely?" He asks, an edge a playfulness in his tone. You didn't know he had the capabilities for that.
"I- No- I meant. You are?"
"Relax. I don't bite." He takes a small sip from his coffee before lazily looking back up at you. "Unless you ask me to."
Heat floods your face, and you immediately cross your legs together, trying not to show your obvious likeness to that idea. "Good to know." You finally manage to say after a moment.
He gives you a kind, warm smile in response. "Do you want to order a coffee? Then, we can get to know each other more?" He asks in a reassuring tone. His presence is nerve racking, but he also provides almost a sense of comfort. He has things under control, and you just have to follow along.
"Sure." You agree, and he walks with you up to the counter to order a drink.
"Can I get a vanilla latte please?" You ask, and the barista types in your order before rambling off your total. You reach into your purse to retrieve your credit card, but Nanami subtly nudges you while handing the barista his card.
"I could've gotten that..." You quietly state, feeling guilty that he paid for you. Nanami shakes his head with a small scoff of amusement.
"I invited you out, yn. I wouldn't expect for someone to pay for something that I invited them out to." Nanami assures you before the barista hands you your latte. You make the mental note to get him back at a later date.
The both of you settle back in at your table.
"So, how did you find my blog?" He asks with a small, curious smile on his face.
"Well..." You start off, but your voice trails off. Not fancying the idea of telling him that you and Shoko had gossiped about him, you decide to bend the truth just a bit. "I've always been intrigued by the idea of BDSM, and I just kinda fell down a rabbit hole of shibari, which led me to your page."
"Oh really? What intrigued you the most about BDSM?" He cocks an eyebrow up at you, his smile never fading.
"Trust, mostly." You respond sheepishly.
Nanami couldn't have came up with a better answer himself. He shifted his position a bit, and he leaned into the table ever so slightly. "Trust... Is that what excites you?"
You feel your heart flutter in your chest as you gaze into his hazel eyes. "Yeah... being able to follow in someone's lead because I trust they're sense of judgment. That's what excites me."
"A woman after my own heart." He jokes kindly as he leans back into his seat. "So, no experiences with BDSM or shibari though? Just intrigue?"
"Yeah... just intrigue." You agree as you tug your bottom lip between your teeth.
"What all do you know about shibari?"
"Hm, I know the roles of master and model... I know there are different color ropes. It seems like a very emotional act..." He nods at what you're saying.
"It can be very emotional for both the model and the master. It's a huge test of vulnerability, trust, submission, and leadership. You know, Yn, if I ever have the honor of tying you, I will be holding your life in my hands."
You feel the heat rush to your face and between your legs from his words. There was something about giving him that level of control over you that drove you mad on the inside. You almost wanted to tell him that you wanted to skip to the trial run, but you knew that his process was what was best.
"I.. I know that... The honor...?" You softly question, causing for him to gently laugh.
"Yes, the honor. Never ever let a dom or master make you feel like your submission is anything less than a privilege. You don't owe me or anyone any part of you."
Jesus Christ. How was this man even real?
"Uh.. Noted... So, how did you find shibari..?" You hate how spacey you get when you're feeling nervous, but you don't want to fuck up and say the wrong thing.
"I always took pride in photography, so when I found photos of shibari, I knew that was something I wanted to capture. The leadership role was not always something I've been good at." He explains as he gaze drifts down towards his coffee. You're silently grateful that the coffee shop isn't too busy. They're also playing soft lo-fi tunes that drown out yours and Nanami's conversation.
"How long have you been a master?" You curiously ask, feeling a small pit in your stomach as you remember he has had other models.
"Well, I've been tying knots on people since I turned eighteen, but I'd say I really became a master at it when I turned twenty-one. That's also when I really started to take it more seriously. I use to just tie up whoever volunteered just so I could learn the knots on an actual human body. That got me into some shitty situations, so once I gained enough experience, I decided to do this little recruitment process."
"Is this just a hobby or..?"
"I see it as a lifestyle, one that I don't bother hiding."
"Then, what are you in Uni for?" You ask as you tilt your head to the side a bit, feeling confused as to why he was in college if he seemed to only have a passion in something he was already a master at.
He gives you another amused laugh. "Business." He replies.
"Why would you be in the business major?"
"I run my own business, darling. The pictures of shibari I take aren't free, with the exception of the ones I post to my blog to market it. I also photograph other things as well."
"Ohh..." You drawl as you feel a bit embarrassed for not considering that aspect. "So... how many models do you have...?" You reluctantly ask, unable to squash the growing pit in your stomach.
A small smile curls on Nanami's face as he looks at you with an unreadable expression. He seems to completely think through his response before he opens his mouth.
"I wouldn't necessarily say I have any models of my own." He answers, but that really only fills you with more questions instead of reassurance.
"So... that means...?" You ask, not daring to look up from your coffee mug. It was foolish to want a sense of monogamy from him at this early of a stage. You knew it was, but you still couldn't get behind the idea of him having multiple models.
"It means that..." The door to the cafe jingles, and Nanami's face immediately shifts to a more serious one. It's an expression that you're use to because it's the one he uses around campus. He looks unamused and almost annoyed.
"Nanamiiin!!!" A white-haired male drawled as he approached your table. You recognized him as another student from uni.
"Gojo." Kento greets in a flat tone as he eyes the male. Gojo seems to not take any offense to Nanami's tone, and he plops down on the bench seat right next to him.
"Are you on a date, Nanami?" Gojo teases as he eyes you then looks back at the blonde with a grin.
"What are you doing here, Gojo? You don't even like coffee." He says, completely ignoring the other's question.
"This cafe has a really good hot chocolate, you know. Also, am I not allowed to run into my best friend while he's in public with a pretty girl?" Gojo cuts his bright blue eyes towards you, beckoning for you to speak up.
"Oh, are you two friends?" You ask, unable to bear Gojo's omniscient stare.
"The closest." Gojo replies before draping his arm around Nanami's shoulder. Your date rolls his eyes and shrugs Gojo's arm off of him.
"Too close in my opinion." Nanami grumbles lowly.
"So cruel, Nanamin." Gojo pouts over at his friend who doesn't budge in the slightest. "Are you at least going to introduce me to your date?"
"No, leave."
"Nanamiiiin~!"
"My name's Yn." You interject their little spat as you hold out your hand towards Gojo's.
"Yn, what a pretty name for an even prettier girl." He says as he takes your hand and brings your palm up to his lips.
Before either of you could react, a strong hand grabs onto Gojo's wrist, preventing him from kissing your hand. "If you intend on keeping your hand and your dignity, I'd leave now."
Your eyes slightly widen as you watch the covert struggle between the two men. You canât help but be hyper aware of your heart pounding in your chest. Was he being territorial⌠over you?
Satrou looks back over at Nanami with a smug grin before he releases your hand. He then drags Nanamiâs hand up to his mouth and presses a small, polite kiss to his hand as if to piss the blonde off more. âYou should bring her to the pool party next weekend, Nanamin.â He suggests with a grin.
Satoru then stands from his seat. âIt was nice meeting you, yn. I hope to see you again soon.â He then promptly leaves the cafe - without even buying a hot chocolate.
Nanami takes a few moments to repress his anger back down. He takes a deep breath before speaking up. âIâm so sorry about him. He doesnât understand boundaries at all. He didnât make you feel uncomfortable, did he?â
âNo, no, itâs alright! Iâm okay.â You assure him with a reassuring smile.
He nods and returns a relieved smile before checking his watch and softly sighing. âI have to go⌠I would like to see you again.â
You canât help the smile that creeps up on your face as you nod your head. âIâd like that too..â
âDo you have a free day before next weekend?â He asks before drinking the rest of his coffee. You had only just now noticed that he was drinking straight black coffee.
âOh, uh, Wednesday afternoons are free.â You respond, feeling a flutter in your chest from the promise of seeing him again.
âWednesday afternoon it is. How do you feel about coming to my dorm?â
His dorm? The one thatâs rumored that he keeps ropes in? You can already feel your excitement bubbling up inside you.
âYour.. uh.. roommate will be there?â You ask, silently kicking yourself for how you stumbled over your words.
âHm? No, no, I donât have a roommate.â He assures with a small smile. âI paid the extra money. Considered it to be an investment towards my lifestyle since practicing shibari would be hard to do with a roommate.â
The new information only makes you feel more nervous and excited. For one, it was an extra thousand dollars to be roomed alone. That was no small âinvestmentâ. For two, this meant you were going to be alone with him in his room - with ropes.
âOh.. uh, yeah, Iâm okay with that.â You finally respond after a moment.
âPerfect.â He stands from his seat and looks down at you again. You have to crane your neck upward to look at his face. Itâs your first time seeing him up close like this. He was tall, and his muscles and veins made you want to salivate all over the table. âSee you then.â He mumbles before affectionately patting your head and leaving the cafe.
*** *** ***
The wait until Wednesday dragged on and on. You were so antsy to finally see Nanami again. You had filled your time gushing to a very skeptical Shoko and stalking his blog. He hadnât posted anything new yet, which you decided to be a good thing. Maybe he didnât really have any other models?
You politely knocked on his dorm door, triple checking that you went to the right one. He had texted you which one was his this morning.
The door open a moment later, and you were greeted to the sight of a cozy looking Nanami. He wasnât in his normal attire - just a t-shirt that fit him way too tightly and a pair of grey sweatpants. Slut.
âHi.â You greeted awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
âHello.â He let out a puff of air in amusement to your candidness. âCome in.â He says as he moves out of your way. âMake yourself at home, please. I figured we could watch a movie today unless you wanted to do something else.â
Yeah, Nanami - do you. You silently thought to yourself.
âA movie sounds good.â You casually reply as you stroll into his dorm room. It was the average size of a dorm room, but since he didnât have a roommate, it felt a lot larger. He had a couch where the other bed would go.
Taking in more detail, it was incredibly clean yet cozy. Your eyes drifted around his plain looking room. You donât really know what you expected, but you assumed there would be some sort of hint to shibari.
Thatâs when your eyes find a coat hanger, but it wasnât hanging up coats. Bundles of differently colored ropes hung from the hooks. He had every color of the rainbow and even some multi-colored ropes as well.
Biting your lip slightly, you wondered how the ropes would feel against your skin - if theyâd be soft or rough. Would he be gentle or rough?
âI see you found my collection.â His voice slightly startles you, causing for you to flinch. A small chuckle of amusement escapes him from your skittish behavior.
âOh- uh, yeah, sorry..â You apologize, not wanting for him to think youâre weird.
âDonât be. I assumed youâd be curious. Want to touch one?â He offers as his hand slowly finds the small of your back, and he casually guides you over to the coat hanger in the corner of the room.
âIâm allowed?â You sheepishly ask.
âI wouldnât have offered if you werenât.â He calmly laughs as his hand grazes across a white rope. âThis is called jute rope. Itâs made for comfort and aesthetics.â
You nod your head and carefully reach out to brush your hand against the rope as if it was made of glass. The rope really was silky smooth. You almost wish your clothes were made out of the same material.
âI didnât expect it to be so soft.â You muse quietly, allowing your hand to continue petting the rope.
âItâs made with comfort of models in mind. It wonât leave any rope burns or anything like that on their skin.â He explains, and his hand moves to a different rope. âThis one on the other hand is hemp rope. Itâs rougher, so it can sit more snugly against the skin. Itâs great for tight knots and suspension.â
You follow his lead, carefully touching the next black hemp rope. It was rougher than the jute rope. âSuspension?â You quietly ask.
âThatâs for experienced models and masters. Itâs a whole different breed of shibari - one that requires a huge foundation of trust and understanding of each otherâs bodies.â Nanami explains as he watches your facial expressions.
âOh.. have you ever suspended someone before..?â You canât help your curiosity when it comes to his experience level.
âOnce, but it was sheerly for practice.â He calmly answers before moving his hand over to the soft pink rope next to it. You immediately recognize that rope from the pictures on his blog. âThis one is made of cotton. Itâs extremely soft and lightweight, great for beginners models.â
You reluctantly reach out and barely touch the pink one. It was incredibly soft, but you canât help but think about the lucky girl posing in his pictures and how pretty she looked in his hands.
âYou recognize this one, donât you?â He asks, immediately noticing your withdrawal.
âYeah.â You respond as you look away from him and the ropes. You knew you were being dramatic, but some part of you couldnât help it.
Itâs obvious to you that the girls heâs tied up in the past spread those rumors about him, telling everyone what he likes to do in his free time. You painted a narrative in your head that all the other girls heâs tied up in the past arenât really into shibari. They probably just wanted to get in his pants. Okay, maybe that was an unfair assumption.
âHey.â Nanami speaks up, and his hand gently cups your cheek, making you look up at him. âWe can pick out your own rope, okay? I want you to be comfortable, and if using ropes that have been on other models makes you uncomfortable, Iâll buy a whole set just for you.â
Itâs a heartfelt gesture - proving that he has your best interest in mind. It didnât completely put an end to your bitter jealousy, but it helped.
âI donât want you to spend that kind of money just because of my downfall.â
"Downfall-? No, darling, it's not a downfall, and please, there is nothing else in the world I'd rather buy than new shibari ropes. As soon as you can provide a doctor's note to me, I'd love to take you and pick out ropes for you together." Nanami's hand stays firm on your cheek, not allowing for you to look away from him. His voice sounds raw - he's being serious.
Something about him planning for the future makes you relax a bit. He's planning this stuff already as if you're spot in his lifestyle is already guaranteed.
Swallowing harshly, you slowly nod your head. "If it's something you'd like to do as well, I think it would help me feel a bit more comfortable."
"It is. I want this to be as fun for you as it will be for me." His voice drops an octave lower as his eyes rest upon you, practically drinking in the sight of you. Slowly dipping his head towards your ear and neck, he whispers, "You're going to look so pretty tied up. I'm excited to see what color you'll pick."
Oh.
You immediately press your thighs together, trying to subtly hide your arousal from his words. Gods, you were so easy. He didn't even have to do much to get you all worked up.
The two of you lounge on his couch, watching a movie that he has playing on his laptop. He has his arm comfortably placed around the back of the couch. Since you were watching on a laptop, you had to sit rather close to him.
The lingering scent of his cologne in the air made you feel feral, and you could feel his body heat radiating from his body. The movie was just a blur at this point as you were silently wishing he'd just wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you closer.
You sneakily catch a glimpse of his face, and you notice his eyes are closed. His breathing is even and deep. He fell asleep next to you.
What an absolute cutie.
Carefully, you reach out to the coffee table and pause the movie. With no more background noise, you can hear the soft and subtle snores escaping from his mouth.
Deciding that it would be too weird for you to stay in his space while he's unconscious, you carefully try to stand. but two strong arms loop around your waist and pull you back down - right into his lap.
"Stay." He murmurs quietly. His voice was still breathy from sleep. "Please?"
You gaze up at him, and his eyes were still closed. He had his face nuzzled into your hair while holding onto you like you were a damn teddy bear. Refusal wasn't an option. Even in his sleep, Nanami was stronger than you.
"I'll stay." You whisper back to him, knowing good and well that he was fast asleep. Getting cozy in his lap, you allowed your eyes to slip close as well.
*** *** ***
He apologized profusely to you for falling asleep once you two woke up from your cozy nap. You reassured him that it was okay. You were grateful that he felt comfortable enough to fall asleep next to you, and it seemed like you both needed that nap.
In order to make it up to you, Nanami invited you to that pool party that Satoru mentioned at the cafe. If you had the guts to meet Satoru and still stick around, you may as well meet the rest of his friends.
Now it's Friday, the day before the pool party. You hadn't really heard from Nanami since he invited you, but he was active on his blog. That sick feeling clouded in your stomach upon seeing another model tied up in the white rope you were just touching on Wednesday.
Jealousy's a bitch.
Deciding that you really couldn't be upset, you weren't even technically one of his models. It was also very possible that Nanami was posting older pictures that he had taken before you had even messaged him.
You couldn't stand to sit on the sidelines for much longer. If you wanted to become one of his models, you needed to go down to the clinic and get a physical to prove to Nanami that you were in good health.
Surprisingly, it was easy to lie to the nurse and say that you need a physical to join the volleyball team. She didn't suspect a thing as she had you sit down on one of the cots and fill out a clipboard.
Since this was a university clinic, privacy was not it's strong suit. You could clearly see anyone who walked in through the doors, just as they could see you.
Answering all of the questions on the clipboard with 'no', you perk your head up as your hear voices speaking to the nurse.
Your heart fell into your stomach immediately as you take in the sight of Nanami guiding a girl into the clinic. What were the odds?
Feeling your heart pounding in your chest, you try to calm yourself. This could be just a funny coincidence.
"What seems to be going on today?" The nurse asks while looking between the girl and Nanami.
"She just needs to be checked out is all." Nanami's calm voice felt like a bullet. He was here, helping another girl get a physical, so she could be a model too.
All while he had been practically radio silent to you for the past couple of days.
Glancing over, his eyes caught yours. A smile immediately curled on his lips until he saw you crumpling up your paper from your clipboard.
"Nevermind. I'm good." You tell the nurse and Nanami as you chunk the piece of paper into the trash.
"Hey wait- yn-" Nanami tries as he tries to reach out to you, but you were already gone.
It's funny how he was suddenly flooding your phone.
KN: Yn, please, allow me to explain.
KN: I know you're upset with me. Let's just talk this out.
KN: Tell me what to do to make it better.
KN: Yn, please.
KN: Please. I'm sorry. It wasn't how it appeared.
The messages went on for the rest of the day. You ignored each one of them. You had placed him on some fucking pedestal just because he seemed quiet and 'not like other guys'. BLEH. He was exactly like other guys. He could just tie boy scout knots and say pretty assuring words. This is exactly the reason why you didn't care to make friends. Something will always come around and burst your bubble.
You finally gained enough courage to tell Shoko what happened the next day. She promptly came over to try to console you.
"Baby, he could've actually had an explanation." She oddly advocates for Nanami, even though you distinctly remember her asking what was so good about him when you first brought him up.
"No, he just wanted a way in, so he could lie and make me feel better." You say, telling yourself that fact as much as you were telling her.
"Are you still going to go to that pool party? I'll be there." She says as she rubs your hair gently, allowing the strands to flow through her fingers. "You can at least show him what he's missing."
The thought of going out anywhere sounded like torture and seeing him sounded even worse, but the thought of getting your mind off him did sound appealing. Plus, you did have a really cute bathing suit...
"You'll be there..?" You ask timidly.
"Of course." She assures you with a smile.
*** *** ***
Walking into the huge frat house, your arm is linked with Shoko's. She was wearing a pretty black one-piece bathing suit that she's wearing a black lace shawl to cover her body.
You were wearing a lilac bikini with a bathing skirt that tied around your hips.
It was dark out, but the back patio of the house was lit up by a cozy fire and string lights that wrapped around in trees and around the patio area. The massive underground pool was also lit up by pool lights that were underwater.
It wasn't necessarily crowded per say since it was so massive, but there were probably twenty or so people hanging around the pool and outdoor bar.
"Shokoooo!" A familiar white-haired guy shouted from inside the pool. The he was leaned back, so the water lapped at his chest and abs. He raised up a beer. "aaanndd... Nanami's girl. You made it."
Your face involuntarily grimaced from being referred to as 'Nanami's girl'. Had you not seen pictures of his new models and him taking that girl to get a physical, you probably would've blushed from the nickname.
"She's my girl tonight. Thank you." Shoko bantered with a small grin, and she gave your arm a reassuring squeeze.
Speaking of Nanami, you didn't see him anywhere. Did he decide not to come?
A tall brunette male with long hair and gauges stood beside Gojo in the pool, and he leaned over to whisper in his ear. Satoru's face shifted, and he nodded. "That's right." He said a bit too loudly before the brunette shushed him.
"Come on. Let's get in." Shoko urges you as she slips off her shawl and gets an over exaggerated whistle from Satoru. You then hear a "ow!". It was clear the brunette had elbowed him.
You really don't feel ready to be alone, so you follow her lead and slip the sheer lilac skirt that covered your hips, and you throw it on one of the nearby patio chairs.
Stepping into the water, it becomes clear to you that the pool is heated.
"How does the school even afford this?" You quietly mutter.
"The school?" The brunette laughs. "The school didn't afford this."
"This isn't a frat house..?" You quietly ask as you step deeper and deeper into the water.
"The Gojo-frat house." Satoru replies with a cheeky grin.
"It's called daddy's money." The brunette adds with his own grin.
"It's called Gojo money, Suguru." The white-haired male jabs the other in the side.
The patio door slides open behind you, and you look over your shoulder to see Nanami walking out with another tall brunette male, but this one had shorter hair. He also had tired eyes and a stoic face.
Your heart aches a bit as you share a glance with Nanami. He was wearing swimming trunks and a grey t-shirt that covered his chest. He looked at you with a hopeful glance, as he obviously looked like he wanted to say something.
"Hiromi, haven't seen you here in a while." Suguru comments as he takes a drink from a red solo cup.
"Yeah, law school is pretty unforgiving. I don't recommend." Hiromi says with a small smile as he sits down on the concrete next to the pool. He allows his legs to dangle inside the pool next to you. "I'm sorry. I don't recognize you from around." He says as his gaze falls upon you.
"Oh, uhm, I'm Yn. I don't normally come to these things." You awkwardly greet yourself as you look up at him. Maybe he'd be a good distraction.
"I'm Hiromi Higuruma. It's nice to meet you." He smiles as he sticks out his hand. You graciously take it, and he gives your hand a small squeeze.
Your eyes meet and for a moment. You're almost able to forget about Nanami. That is, until you see the blonde strip off his shirt out of your peripheral vision. You give him the satisfaction of glancing over at him.
Fuck him and his entirely too nice body.
He looked like an Olympian. His shoulders were nice and broad. His chest and abs were perfectly defined too. He slimmed up a bit towards the waist area, and his swim trunks were ever so slightly giving you a peek at his v-line.
"Show off." Hiromi laughs as Nanami sits on the other end of the pool. He then props his hands up on the concrete and allows his entire body to slip into the water.
You're almost completely mesmerized by him, until Hiromi speaks up.
"So, you don't come around these things too much?" He asks as he looks down at you while your lower half is submerged in water.
"No, I don't. I don't really enjoy the party scene." You reply sheepishly as you look back up at Hiromi.
"Me neither." He laughs leaning down towards you slightly. "I don't know why they continue to invite me to these things."
You share a small laugh with him, but a cold chill makes your body shiver. You can feel a pair of eyes boring holes into you. Risking a glance over in Nanami's direction, you see him staring straight into Higuruma's very soul.
Was he actually jealous?
"Do you want a tour?" Hiromi asks as he seems to not even notice Nanami's death glare.
"Uhhh..." You drawl as you glance back over at Shoko. She was currently chatting up a pretty girl at the other end of the pool. A small exhale of amusement leaves your nose. So much for being her girl tonight. "Sure. I'd like that." You respond to Hiromi. He carefully takes your hand and helps you out of the pool.
You two explore the massive frat house, and Hiromi tells you that he use to go to your school and live in the frat house with Satoru, Suguru, and a few other names you don't recognize. However, he left once he was accepted into law school.
"You know... no one would notice if we were gone for just a little while." Hiromi murmurs into your ear as he crowds you against a wall. "I could show you my old bedroom. I doubt Gojo had the decency to even fix it up after I left."
"Oh, I..."
"Hiromi." A deep voice calls from the other side of the hallway, startling you from responding. You glance over and see Nanami with a towel thrown over his bare shoulder.
"Kento." Hiromi responds with a half-smirk. "Have you met Yn?"
"Very much so. Satoru's calling for you outside." Nanami responds flatly as he stares Hiromi down. "I think it'd be wise of you to go see what he wants."
Hiromi lets out a slight sigh, and he moves back away from you and the wall. "Fine." He responds before brushing his hand against your cheek and walking away.
Left alone with Nanami, you have no where to go and hide. You can't avoid his questions anymore.
Stalking forward slowly, you feel your heart start to race with each step.
"You've been ignoring my texts..."
"I have." You respond dryly as you keep your eyes away from him.
The sound of his footsteps hitting the ground draw closer.
"That girl at the clinic wasn't my model. I don't have any models." His voice was lower than normal, hanging onto each word.
"The pictures on the blog? You going silent for a while?" You ask as you take a step back from him.
"I run a business of selling pictures of models practicing shibari as pieces of artwork. It's all completely consensual, usually girls come to me looking to make some money since I give them forty-five percent of all the money earned from the pictures. They're not my models though. I rarely ever see the same girls twice considering the amount of money I pay them." He explains as his footsteps gradually grow closer.
You take another step back, trying to comprehend what he was saying, and your back presses against the wall. Dead end.
"The girl at the clinic?"
"She passed out in front of me completely by sheer coincidence. I was just doing her a favor and not leaving her unconscious in the middle of a college campus."
He takes another step towards you until you can feel his body heat radiating from him. You're eye-level with his pectoral muscles as you can't bring yourself to look him in the eye right now.
"Yn." He says your name in such a demanding tone. You slowly drag your eyes upward and give him a guilty look. Your jealousy had gotten the better of you, and it almost cost you Nanami. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat as he carefully reaches up and cups your cheek. "I've wanted it to be you ever since I first saw you around campus."
"Wanted what to be me..?" You softly whisper as his giant hand encompasses your cheek and jaw. His thumb drags gentle circles on your skin, massaging your face.
"My model. My muse. Please, forgive me for not being immediately forthcoming as to what I do for a living. I'll stop it immediately if you ask me too. I'll do whatever you want.. just please.."
Your hands reach up and gather his jaw before you can even think twice, and you pull him downward to you. He immediately gets the memo and dips his head down, pressing his lips against yours firmly.
You respond immediately with a small whimper as he presses your back against the wall. The sounds of lips smacking together filled the hallway completely as Nanami drinks down every little noise you make.
His hands are gently groping at your thighs, massaging the soft, pillowy flesh beneath his fingers, and he lets out a quiet groan. Your hands trail upwards to his blonde hair, and your rake your fingers through his undercut.
Your bodies are pressed together, barely hidden by the fabric that was your bathing suits. Nanami trails his kisses down your jaw and neck, gently sucking and nipping at the skin. His hands firmly hold onto your thighs, and he lifts your feet off the ground, holding you up against the wall.
âI canât get enough of you.â His voice mumbles between kisses.
âNanamiâŚâ You softly gasp as he sucks a love bite into the crook of your neck.
âI thought I was going to kill him.â He goes on as he gently bites and kisses down your shoulder. You immediately know heâs talking about Hiromi.
âI couldnât stand the way he looked at you.â Another bite. âI want to be the only one who looks at you like that.â Bite.
Youâre pitifully trying to grind your hips up against Nanamiâs growing bulge, desperate for friction. âSay youâre mine, and Iâll give you what you want.â
You feel your heart flutter at his offer. Nanamiâs dirty secret wasnât that heâs a shibari master. He would tell that to anyone proudly. His dirty secret is heâs as jealous and territorial as you.
âIâm yours.â Your voice is breathy as you lean your head back against the wall. âIâm yours. Please, Nanami.â
Oh, that whiny tone will be the death of him.
âThatâs what I thought.â He lowly rumbled into your ear before he started to move his hips, practically dry humping you in the hallway. Anyone could walk in and see you two.
You were too enthralled by the feeling of his tip bumping and rubbing against your core. You could feel every outline thanks to both of you being in swimwear.
âFuck.â He quietly growls as his hands start to move your body as well, practically using you as a toy for pleasure.
He leans over towards your shoulder, and he catches the tie of your bikini string between his teeth. All while heâs grinding against you, he unties one of your bikini strings using only his teeth.
The wet fabric immediately slides down, allowing him a peak at your breasts. He lifts you up a bit higher so he can kiss around your chest. Unfortunately for him, your top is still blocking what heâs aiming for.
âTake it off.â He demanded lowly, getting impatient.
Your hands immediately reach behind your back, and you pull a string that immediately frees your chest. Your top ends up on the ground.
âGood girl.â He rewards as he leans his head down and kisses all around the soft flesh of your breast. His tongue darts out, gently lapping at your nipple, causing you to shiver. A smile curls onto his lips. He loves your reactions.
âNanami~â You impatiently whine again.
âSo needy.â He clicks his tongue. âTell me what you want, darling.â
âPlease.. no I-â You fumble over your words, feeling to shy that you want him to fuck you into next week.
âUse your words. Tell me.â Heâs unrelenting.
âI want.. want you to fuckmeplease.â You quickly say, mushing all your words together.
âYou can do better than that, dear. Try again.â Itâs no wonder heâs a fucking dom.
âPlease fuck me.â You finally whine out.
âYeah? You want me to fuck you, right here?â He asks as he adjusts his arms. He cradles the back of your thighs with one arm as his other is busy pushing down his swimming trunks just enough.
âYes.. please..â
âRight where any of our friends could come and see us?â He questions once more as he hooks his fingers into your bikini bottoms, and he pulls them to the side.
âYes..â You whine as you glance down. Your skin runs cold as you see his length.
âSo impatient.â He muses as he gently starts to rub the small bundle of nerves in tight circles, causing your body to shake lightly in anticipation. Your legs hook around his waist, and your arms stay around his shoulders.
âHope you can be quiet, darling.â He taunts as he aligns himself with your hot wet entrance. He hums as he pushes in at a torturously slow pace. It feels like heâs splitting you in half, quite literally impaling you with his cock as he lowers you down onto it.
Your nails dig into his shoulders as you feel each inch of him push into you. Harsh jagged pants and small moans escape from you involuntarily.
âOr donât. I wouldnât mind them knowing how good I can make you feel.â
âF-fuck too big.. ngh~ I.. I canât.â
âShh. You can take it.â He hums as he presses soft kisses to your neck. âYouâre myâ hah.. good girl, arenât you?â
âY-yes!â You stifle a cry as your body hopelessly clings to him. Heâs only halfway in, and youâre already so delirious.
âSo warm and⌠ngh tight for me, hm?â He praises as he continues shoving himself inside of you. His self control is slowly withering away as your cunt grips him like a vice.
âTherree we go..â He purrs as heâs finally buried himself to the hilt. âBiiig stretch.â
âSh-shut.. up.â You whimper out of embarrassment as you lean your head down into his shoulder.
âWhat did you just say?â
âN-noth-â
His hips pull back and snap inward forcefully, causing your back to thump against the wall. âAh!â
âSay it again.â He demands.
âShut up..â Your voice is barely a whisper, and Nanami laughs at you. He laughs.
âOh darling.â He murmurs into your ear quietly. âIâd suggest you check your tone before you speak to me like that again.â He rams his cock into you once more, causing a small whisper-cry to fall from your mouth. âOr else everyone in this goddamn house will find out how much you love being fucked by me.â His hips start to move at a brutal pacing. Your back is flat against the wall as youâre physically knocked back with each thrust.
âI-I⌠ah~ ⌠âm sorry.â
âI know you are.â He murmurs quietly into your ear. âNgh.. fuckâs sake.. takinâ me so well.â He praises as his hands are dragging you in sync up and down his cock, impaling you harder.
Your walls squeeze around him so deliciously, and your pretty sounds falling from your mouth. Nanami doesnât feel in control for the first time. Sure, heâs the dominant one in this situation, but his hips are moving completely on their own accord, rutting into you fervently. His cock canât get enough of your warm spongy walls wrapping around him.
Glancing down, he can see a ring of white and clear slick gathering at the base of his cock. âSuch a mess.â He mumbles as starts rolling his hips faster into you.
His thick tip gently kissed your cervix with each roll of the hips. Your body was trembling in his arms. âNa..fuck.. nanami~â You moan as your nails are digging into his shoulder blades, giving him scratched as trophies.
âThatâs right, darling. Say my name.â
âNanami~â
âLouder. Want .. mnnph.. want our friends to hear you.â His hips are rocking back and forth deliciously, rutting you into the wall like an untamed animal. His body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat, and his normally kept blonde hair was messily falling onto his forehead.
âNanami!â You shout, obeying his demand.
âGood fucking girl.â He growls as he bounces your body up and down along his length.
âSh-shit.. Nanami, I wanna⌠ah~ wanâ to cum please.â You ask for permission as soon as you feel the coiling heat in your stomach. Your body is so close.
âGo ahead, baby. Let me feel you.â He pants as he feels his orgasm nearing as well.
âOh, fuck-â You whimper as your body spasms on him. Your walls clenching around him impossibly tighter.
âThaaatâs it.â He purrs as he pumps himself in and out of you gently, fucking you through your orgasm. âThatâs a good girl, finishing on my cock like that. So pretty when you cum.â
Your poor fucked out cunt is so sensitive as heâs continually forcing his cock in and out between your soaked folds. Grunts and growls escape his mouth as his pacing is slower but purposeful.
âYou ready for my- mmnph~ cum, baby? Where you want it, huh?â He asks as his legs are starting to tremble with each thrust. Itâs taking every last inch of self control he has not to finish right then.
âI-inside.. please, donât pull out.â You whine as your legs tighten around him more.
âWant it inside your pretty cunt? You wanna be filled with my cum? You sure you can handle that?â
âYes, please.. fuck~ please, Nanami.â
âCome here.â A deep growl rumbles from his throat as he pushes into you as deep as your pussy will allow, and his cock twitches with each rope of cum his blows into you. Youâre able to count at least six. âOhhh~ fuck-!â He curses as his entire body stays tense for a few more moments.
Deep breaths fill the silence.
Your body is gently trembling in his arms as youâre both coming down from your highs. He presses a small kiss to your cheek. âDo you think you can stand..?â
âN-no..â You reply sheepishly.
âOkay darling, Iâm gonna sit you down on the floor. Iâll be right back, okay? Just get your top on and wait for me.â He reassures before hissing as he pulls out of you. His seed immediately trickles down your thighs.
He gently sits your bottom down onto the ground, and he makes sure youâre okay before he pulls his swim trunks back up and walks out towards the back patio.
Your body will barely cooperate with you as you tie the lilac bikini top back to your chest. Your hands keep shaking and fucking up the knot.
From the patio, you hear loud cheers and claps coming from Satoru.
âNa-na-mi!â He chants to embarrass his friend. A few others in the pool chant along with him, loving the look of annoyance and underlying pride on his face.
Kento simply rolls his eyes with a small smile and grabs his clothes and your sheer skirt from the back patio. âGo for round two. Donât be a pussy!â Satoru shouts obscenely, and Nanami flips him off as he walks back into the house with you.
He puts his shirt on you to cover you up and carries you back to his dorm bridal style.
âSleep at mine tonight. Weâll get you some clothes tomorrow and go to the store.â He offers as he closes his door with his hip.
âThe store?â You ask curiously, wondering why you two would need to go to the store. âIâm on birth control.â You inform, thinking heâs talking about getting a plan B.
âWell, thatâs good to know, but I was talking about getting your ropes.â He responds with a soft smile as he gently sits you down on the couch. He then digs some clothes for you two to wear out of his dresser.
You had almost forgotten all about shibari after he had fucked you like that. Your eyes immediately glanced over towards his coat rack, and your eyebrows furrow as you realize itâs empty.
âWhat happened to your other ropes?â You quietly ask.
âHm? I gave them to a beginner shibari master.â He says casually as he pulls his swimming trunks off. You politely try to look away, which earns a laugh out of him. âItâs not like you havenât seen me before.â He muses.
âNot like this-!â You shout with a pout as your hands cover your eyes. âWhy did you give them away?â You ask quietly.
Nanami pulls on some dry pajama pants, and he carefully walks up to you while you still have your eyes covered. His thumb gently brushes against your lips, causing you to flinch slightly.
âI donât want you to feel reminded by other people when youâre in here with me. This is our space. Weâll have our own ropes just for me to tie you up with and no one else. Youâre the only person for me, and I donât want you to think that since I have other ropes, it means Iâm tying up other people.â He quietly explains as he takes your hands away from your eyes.
âBut your business..?â You quietly ask as your eyebrows knit together. The thought was so considerate and sweet, but you didnât want to be the reason for his loss of income.
âIs not as important as you are. Besides, I photograph other things.â
âAnd⌠if you take pictures of me..?â
âMy eyes only.â He grins before pressing a kiss into your cheek.
BONUS SCENE.
âHowâs that, darling?â Nanami asks as he tightens the knot against your wrists. âYou remember the safe word?â
âFeels good.â You softly hum as you allow for your eyes to close. âYes, I remember the safe word.â The safe word was Malaysia. Nanami admires your expression. You were a complete natural at this. He started off small, only tying your wrists behind your back as you were on his knees.
The red jute rope looked so pretty as it pressed against your flesh. He took out his camera and snapped a picture of your hands bound together. Then a picture of your relaxed face.
âSo beautiful.â He praises quietly.
Your eyes flutter open, looking up at him through your lashes. His breath hitches in his throat as he takes one more picture.
âSomething feels wrong.â You murmur quietly, and Nanamiâs face shifts to one of concern.
âWhat is it, baby? Too tight?â He asks as he immediately goes to look at your wrists, making sure that he didnât accidentally bind you too tightly.
âNo.. my mouth feels empty.â
Kentoâs movement stops as he looks down at you. You give a coy smile back up at him.
âOh, I see. Too empty?â He says as he leans back up, standing in front of you to where youâre eye-level with his belt.
âUh huh..â
âYou want me to fix that, baby?â
âPlease.â
His hand buries into the hair on the top of your head, and he grabs onto it with one hand. His other hand unbuckled his belt and frees his already hard cock from the constraints of clothes.
Your mouth waters as he holds your head just far enough way to where you can see his cock but not touch it. Your wrists immediately pull against the restraints.
âOh? Is this what you want, hm?â He asks as he slowly pulls your face forward.
âY-yes..â You stutter, immediately feeling neediness pool between your thighs as you see a bead of precum gather on his reddening tip.
âOpen up for me.â
Your mouth is immediately open as you look up at him.
âOhh, good girl.â He purrs as he thrusts his hips forward, filling your mouth with cock.
Youâve never been happier (or fuller).
BONUS-BONUS SCENE!!
âThis plan is absurd.â Hiromi gripes as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
âLook, theyâre hopeless. What kind of friends would we be if we didnât help them out?â Satoru asks with a grin.
âOkay, run it by me one more time.â Hiromi says with a small sigh. He should be studying for the bar right now, but his friends needed him.
âShoko is going to bring Yn to the pool party. You try to get her alone, and Iâll send Nanami in there to get you to come outside. Heâll see her with you and be so overcome with jealousy that heâll have to spill his feelings!â Satoru explains with big hand gestures.
âYou meddle in everyoneâs love lives too much.â Suguru shakes his head with a fond smile.
âShoko started it! She was the one who went telling Yn that Nanami tied up girls, knowing damn well that would intrigue her.â Satoru deflects, causing Shoko to scoff.
âI was doing him a favor! He was clearly lovesick over her, and when she mentioned liking him too, I just gave her a little breadcrumb to make her more interested.â Shoko adamantly defended herself. âYou were the one who followed them to the cafe after I told you not to!â
âI had to see it for myself if he was actually going to take her on a date and bring her around!â
âAll of you should be charged with stalking and harassment.â Hiromi remarks as he shakes his head. âRemind me to never tell you guys if I have a crush or not.â
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hi! i was wondering if i could request a spencer x fem kindergarten teacher! reader who has to be interviewed by the team when something happens to one of her students (they find him) and spencer sees her and is just like in love immediately. thank you so so much!
kindergarten crush | S.R.
when one of your students goes missing, the BAU sends the A-team to ask you some questions
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: allusions to child abuse/endangerment but nothing detailed, kindergarten teacher!reader, spencer is smitten, emily is such an older sister, average cm case stuff word count: 1.86k a/n: ugh if you know how much i love teachers then you know how much i loved writing this!!!! tysm for requesting!
âDonât teachers leave school when it ends?â Emily asked, following the secretary through the elementary school hallways.
The secretary glanced behind her to make sure Spencer was still following, âContract hours end at four in the afternoon, which is about twenty minutes after the last bell,â she responded. âSome teachers are in charge of after-school clubs or theyâll stay to grade or plan for the next day, but the rest head home at the end of the day,â she continued.
Emily nodded in understanding, âAnd when does Ms. Y/L/N usually leave for the day?â
For a moment, the secretaryâs resigned expression faltered to one of concern, âOnce all of her students leave for the day.â
âIs that usually at a different time every day?â Spencer asked, shoving his hands in his pockets as they turned another corner, the walls were coated in colorful flowers with the names of what he could only assume were the kindergarteners scrawled on them.
There was nothing but a sigh from the secretary as she considered her answers, âThat might just be a better question for you to ask her.â She continued leading the way until she stopped in front of a door that was being held open by a doorstop, knocking on the door, she peeked her head in, âY/N?â
From where he was standing, Spencer could see your head peek out from beneath a desk, but once you recognized that you had unexpected guests, you stood up straight, âOh, hi,â you greeted, hastily walking around the clusters of tables as you made your way to the door.
âY/N Y/L/N?â Emily asked, pulling her credentials out when you confirmed your name, Spencer followed suit, âWeâre Agent Prentiss and Dr. Reid with the FBIâs behavioral analysis unit, do you have the time to answer a few questions about a case weâre working on?â
The bright smile that had initially been on your face quickly fell as you eyed the FBI credentials in front of you, âOh, Cody,â you murmured. Stepping to the side, you gave the two federal agents space to enter your classroom.
Prentiss thanked the secretary before stepping into your space, âOh, itâs colorful in here,â she said.
âItâs a kindergarten classroom,â Spencer responded quickly, âStudies show that thereâs a link between bright colors and brain development, so these colors are probably conducive to a productive learning environment.â
He went over to the side of your classroom, watching you as you nervously wrapped your arms around yourself, âThank you?â You said quizzically, not sure if you should take what he was saying as a compliment, âYou are here about Cody, right? Cody Jenkins?â
Spencer nodded, âWe are, you knew immediately, though.â
You moved your hand to cover your heart as if it was racing, âI was worried when he wasnât here yesterday, but I knew when I didnât see him today that something was wrong.â Your eyes flickered between Emily and himself, waiting for either one of them to say something, âOh my god, is he okay?â
âWhy were you so worried when Cody didnât come to school for two days?â Emily asked, tilting her head to the side, raven black hair catching in the fluorescent school lighting.
Sitting down at your desk, you sighed, âCody loves school. Heâd never miss a day unless it was absolutely necessary â Iâm the one who brought the first concern to the administration that there might be problems at home, butâŚâ
Raising her dark eyebrows in curiosity, Emily shared a look with Spencer, âBut what?â
Watching you, Spencer noticed the way you nervously fiddled with a beaded bracelet on your wrist, although he couldnât quite make out what the lettered beads spelled, he was able to deduce that the bracelet was important to you. âWhatâs on your bracelet?â He asked, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees, he craned his head to try and read it on his own.
âOh,â you said, looking down at the bracelet as if you needed reassurance that it was still there, âA student made it for me a long time ago. When I was still a student teacher,â you looked at the beaded creation fondly, âThe mascot was the dolphins, so it just says âdolphinâ. Spelled with an F, of course, because she was four.â
Once he knew what the bracelet said, he was able to make out the words, even noting the dolphin charm at the end of the word, âYou care a lot about your students,â he said, stating the obvious, but the words seemed to put you at ease. âWhat do you know about Codyâs home life?â
Your eyes widened as you looked back up at Spencer and he tried to make himself seem as friendly as possible. âI know his parents have had some trouble â his dad has a bad history, as Iâm sure you know, but his mom is a good person,â you said, reaching your hand up and scratching the back of your neck.
âBut she never left Codyâs father,â Emily said questioningly, seeking confirmation more than anything else.
Crossing your arms in front of your stomach, you shrugged, âIâve never been in that situation before, I donât get to speak on the difficulty of leaving, but I can tell you that sheâs a good person â she loves her son.â
âYou care a lot about your students,â Spencer noted aloud, he looked around at the clusters of tables â each table was stocked with the same supplies. You even had a snack station at the back of your classroom.
Quickly, you nodded, âI donât believe in kids getting a lesser education just because they donât have the money or the support system at home. I do what I can,â you admitted. âDo you⌠do you think Codyâs dad did something to him?â
Sadly, Emily affirmed your question, âHeâs a person of interest in the case.â
Pressing your lips in a thin, white line, you slouched back into your office chair, âSometimes I wonder if thereâs more to do. The state requires me to teach these kids about stranger danger, but last year a majority of AMBER Alerts that went out were for family abduction.â
âIâm sorry that you know that, Ms. Y/L/N,â Spencer told you.
You brushed off his apology, âFor eight hours a day, five days a week, itâs my job to keep these kids safe â even if that means knowing things that I donât like.â
Both Spencer and Emily accepted this, and they continued to ask you a few questions about what you knew about Cody. From your point of view, he was just a kid trapped in a bad situation, and he couldnât help but wonder if it ever hurt you to send him home at the end of the day.
As the two of them left the elementary school, he shook his head in disbelief, âShe made three reports on the father, and none of them were taken seriously by the school.â
âI know, Reid,â Emily commiserated, âSo, the teacher?â
Her question came when the two of them piled into the SUV, giving her a bewildered look, Spencer furrowed his brows, âWhat about her?â
Emily scoffed, ââYou care so much about your students,ââ She said in a mocking voice, taking one hand off the wheel and placing it on her chest, ââOh, Iâm so sorry that you have to know that informationâ. What was that about the colors in her classroom?â
Rolling his eyes, Spencer sat back in the passenger seat, âOkay, first of all, I do not sound like that. Second of all, I was building rapport â you should try it sometime.â
She chuckled from the driverâs seat, tossing a piece of paper in his general direction before placing her hands near the bottom of the steering wheel, âHere, this is for you.â
âWhat is it?â He asked as he took the paper and unfolded it.
Humming, Emily didnât even look as she responded, âI wrote down her room number for you, so you can go ask her out once this case is over.â
Your door was closed when he got there and he wasnât quite sure if he should knock or just give up. It wasnât a far drive to get to your school from Quantico, and if he could ever work up the courage to make the drive again, he could always try then.
Lifting his hand to knock, he hesitated again, opening his palm and letting his hand drop to his side. âThis is ridiculous,â he mumbled to himself, taking the sticky note that Emily had âgiftedâ him and triple-checking the room number as if his memory and your name on the door werenât enough confirmation.
Giving up, he turned around, stuffing the paper in his pocket as he did so, and almost running into you in the process, âOh!â You said, stumbling back and taking a moment to reorient yourself before meeting his eyes. âOh,â you repeated, softer this time, âDr. Reid, itâs nice to see you again.â
âSpencer,â he corrected and immediately cringed. âI mean, Iâm not here in any professional capacity, so⌠you can just call me Spencer.â
Flashing him a bright smile, you grinned in response, âItâs nice to see you again, Spencer.â You proceeded to tell him he could call you by your first name before inviting him into your classroom.
Looking around the room, the colors of the space once again made him feel welcome, âYouâre here late,â he observed, looking up at the clock and noticing that it had passed your contract hours while he stood outside your door.
You nodded, âItâs the first of the month tomorrow, so I need to switch over my calendars and everything.â You went to pick up a dry-erase marker from the whiteboard, âUm, have you⌠did you find Cody?â
âYes,â he responded immediately, remembering the excuse he had given the team when he told them he was going back to visit you. Morgan and Emily werenât likely to let him forget. âHeâs safe, and it looks like heâll be able to stay with his mom,â he informed you, relishing the way his words put you at ease.
Any remaining stiffness in your stature faded, and the weight of your missing student was officially off of your shoulders. âThank you â and thank you for coming back to let me know,â you said, putting your hands behind your back, the two of you seemingly at an impasse.
Taking a deep breath Spencer braced himself, âI actually didnât come back for that. No, I mean, I did. I wanted to let you know that Cody was safe because you were worried and heâs a kid so obviously that was something that I thought you deserved to know since-â
âSpencer?â You said quizzically, smiling at him as he rambled on about your previously missing student, âWhat else was there?â
His eyes widened as you smiled at him, âWould you want to go out? With me?â
Your smile dropped from your face, and he began to emotionally prepare himself to lay face down on his couch tonight, but what you said next surprised him, âYeah, Iâd like that.â
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Dad Sanemi finding out you're expecting again!
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FINDING OUT YOUâRE PREGNANT AGAIN
SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA X LUNAR PILLAR!READER!
A/N: a continuation of my Bundle of Joy series, in celebration of one year since its publication!
CW: 1.9k ⢠MDNI ⢠fluff ⢠pregnancy mention ⢠Sanemi and Reader are married ⢠slightly suggestive in parts/references to sex
READ BUNDLE OF JOY HERE
It had been a normal day. Youâd awoken well before dawn and departed Sanemiâs estate with a quick kiss for both him and your daughter before returning to your own to prepare your training yard from the group of new Juniors being sent for defensive training â your speciality as the Lunar Pillar.
That training had gone about as well as youâd been warned it would â which was to say, absolutely dreadful. Nearly all lower-ranked Slayers were close to passing out not even an hour into their defensive drills.
The only one whoâd stood out was the young, eager Kamado boy, whoâd offered to partner with to test his footwork.
âExcellent!â You praised as Kamado manage to parry another one of your attacks with a training blade. âThe best Iâve seen today!â You whirled around his attempt at an offensive jab with ease. âIn fact, I think ââ
A sudden, splitting pain ripped across your head, whiting out your vision. There was a sharp, keening ring in your ears, and all at once, the familiar training yard of your estate faded away with a distant, worried call of your surname.
You did not realize youâd fainted until your eyes flittered open, and you found yourself blearily staring at the blue of the sky above.
In your periphery, you saw the clustered, worried faces of your subordinates, anxiously peering down at you.
Before you could ponder exactly how youâd ended up on your back on the ground, your mouth welled with saliva, hot and bitter, and your stomach lurched.
Youâd barely managed to flip over to your knees before you began wretching. Between the great, shudderkng gasps of air you managed to gulp down, you did not see your crow take off from its nearby perch with a hurried beat of its wings.
Youâre fighting to rise to your feet when the tension in the air noticeably shifts. A sudden electricity settles over the juniors, a hushed murmur snaking its way through the throng.
The crowd of Slayers swiftly parts around as the Wind Pillar furiously makes his way toward you.
Youâre still crouched on one knee, hand pressed to your mouth in some futile effort to keep the contents of your breakfast from making a reappearance splattered across the dirt.
Your husband kneels down next to you, his warm, comforting hand resting between your shoulder blades. You fight the urge to lean into him; the morale of the greater Corps is just as important as their training, and it would only be undermined by the sight of a vulnerable Hashira.
But Sanemi knows how to read you better than anyone, and he must sense your hesitation. âWhoever hasnât resumed training by the time I stand is being sent to my estate for obedience lessons.â He barks.
Thereâs a pause before he adds, âAnd I don��t use training swords.â
Though youâre fighting to keep from dry heaving into the dirt, you canât help the small smile that forms on the corners of your lips at the flurry of anxious movement and the telltale sound of practice weapons colliding in choreographed defensive maneuvers.
Sanemiâs tone is much softer as he murmurs your name. âCan you stand?â
You manage a stiff nod. The white-knuckled grip on his hand as you rise on shaky legs would crush the fingers of anyone else that wasnât him.
Sanemiâs hold on you remains steady as you stand, and he is right there when your knees buckle, his body pushed against yours to keep you upright.
Gently, Sanemi eases you back down to your knees. He squats beside you, his arm wrapping firmly around your waist for extra support.
Your eyes lift to his, and with a groan, you know his orders before he speaks them.
âKochoâs. Now.â
You shake your head. âI have to finish their training ââ
The Wind Pillar stands then, and though you cannot see his face, you can imagine the twist of his mouth; the hard look in his eyes.
âAll of you!â His raised voice startles several of the junior Corps members, some dropping their training swords as they stand at attention. âDefensive training is finished for the day. Fuck off to the Love Pillarâs estate.â
You flick your eyes up to see the gaggle of young slayers staring wide-eyed and anxious at your husband.
âNow!â
The younger Corps members jolt into action, quickly putting away the tools and props youâd organized for the day and gathering their things.
Sanemi turns his attention back to you. He waits until the last of the trainees departs your Estate with a respectful but hasty bow, before he gathers you up in his arms.
âYou must really feel bad if youâre not bitchinâ me out about carrying you.â Sanemi frowns as you loop your arm over his shoulder.
Your eyes remain squeezed shut against your nausea, and you managed nothing more than a grumbled shut up as Sanemi hastily makes his way toward the Butterfly Mansion.
You try and focus on Sanemiâs steady warmth as it bleeds into you; the familiar and comforting scent of sweet matcha that lingers on his skin, a welcome distraction from the way your head spins and aches.
The soothing hallmarks of your husband almost lull you to sleep, when the image of the other half of your heart â of cherub cheeks and a mop of white hair just like her fatherâs flashes through your mind.
Your eyes suddenly fly open, wide and anxious.
Your daughter. Because youâd been dealing with the bulk of junior slayers, Sanemi had been tasked with keeping your daughter occupied for the day. Youâd last seen her earlier that morning at his estate, happily stumbling after a butterfly in her fatherâs garden.
You stiffen in Sanemiâs arms. âWhere is â?â
âSheâs with Uzuiâs girls,â heâs quick to reassure, and he twists his head to press a soothing kiss to your temple. âIâd brought her with me to discuss training plans when your crow arrived. Hinatsuru offered to take her so I could check on you.â
It does little to soothe the pit in your stomach. âI donât wish to burden them ââ
âThey insisted,â Sanemi says simply. âThey all jump at the chance to watch her â Uzui, too.â
He wasnât wrong; your daughter had the entire Uzui family wrapped around her tiny fist.
Sanemi squeezes your waist. âSheâs fine â and sheâll be more than happy to see her Mama later. Letâs focus on getting you checked out for now.â
â
You arrive at the Butterfly Mansion in record time. You have to fight the Wind Pillar before heâll put you down and allow you to walk into the Manor on your own legs.
Sanemi acquiesces, but his arm does not leave its stabling place on your waist.
The Insect Pillar, thankfully, is home and able promptly guide you into a private examination room she reserves for your peers. A quick draw of blood into a glass vial later, and Kocho whisks back to her office to analyze it.
Sanemi sits with you the whole time, chatting with Kocho, his arm around your shoulders, his thumb turning soothing circles into your skin.
But the longer the two of you wait after the petite doctor leaves to run her tests, the more your anxiety mounts.
Your nerves must have begun to sink beneath Sanemiâs skin, for heâd left the examination room a few minutes prior in search of the Insect Pillar, nearly as desperate as you to know what sheâd found.
He hadnât yet returned, leaving you to chew anxiously on your thumbnail, your foot jiggling where it hung over the edge of the table where you sat.
Another minute or two passes, and then the door to the examination room flings open with a start. Faster than you can blink, the Wind Pillar is striding toward you with a broad smile on his face.
âWhat is â?â Sanemiâs hands â battle-worn and rough â are gentle as they cradle your cheeks, and he silences your question with a sweet but deep kiss.
âYouâre pregnant,â he breathes excitedly against your lips, his forehead coming to rest against yours. âYouâre pregnant. Kocho confirmed it.â
His eyelashes tickle your cheeks as he kisses you again and again, Sanemi beaming between each eager touch of your lips.
âThat didnât take long, did it?â You tease. âI mentioned wanting another child not even two months ago
âWho am I to deny my wife what she desires?â he grins with equal smugness and elation. âEspecially when she asks so sweetly, all bent over for me ââ
You clamp your hand over his mouth. âShush,â you hiss, though you canât fight your own smile. âKocho can hear everything ââ
âI knew it.â Sanemi boasts, stepping back to bring your knuckles to his lips, his eyes shining. âI knew when you asked for yudofu twice this week that you were pregnant ââ
âIâve always liked yudofu.â
âIt was all you ate last time,â and his grin is broad. âCouldnât get you to choke down anythinâ else for a solid month at one point. Drove me fuckinâ nuts.â
Sanemiâs lips press to your ear as he leans in close, his voice quieting to a sultry whisper. âAnd youâve been asking me to take care of those pretty breasts of yours more frequently, havenât you?â
Your cheeks burn a deep shade of crimson. It was true â theyâd been aching and sore. So tender that youâd even contemplated foregoing the sarashi bindings you wore beneath your uniform shirt.
So you had; once, a few weeks earlier.
You hadnât made it out of your bedroom before youâd been caught by your husband, bug-eyed and blushing as he gaped at your partially-exposed chest. Your uniform shirt had closely resembled his own without the security of your bindings, and yet youâd known, thanks to your skirt, that your attire likely bore a resemblance to that of the Love Pillarâs.
Youâd both ended up late to training that day.
Since that day, Sanemi had been more than eager to continue helping after youâd insisted his hot mouth and expert tongue were capable of alleviating some of that tender ache.
You want to groan at yourself. It should have been obvious, once it was clear that your sore chest had not been heralding in your monthly cycle.
But before you can, Sanemi resumes lavishing you with his joyful kisses.
âFuck, youâre perfect.â He murmurs against your lips, nuzzling your nose with his. âYouâre a goddamn goddess, you know that? So fuckinâ beautiful.â
This time, Sanemi tilts your head so he can deepen his next kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth the moment you open for him.
âThank you,â he breathes, thumb stroking your cheeks. âThank you. Thank you.â
âYou did just as much work as I did,â you chuckle between his slow, sensual kisses. âArguably more.â
He pulls away with a light huff, the hand on your cheek sliding to cup the back of your head and bring you in tight against him.
âI ainât ever gonna stop thanking you,â Sanemi whispers reverently against your hair, his fingers trailing up and down your spine. ââM never not gonna worship the ground you walk on for makinâ me a father. Not in a hundred years.â
Whether itâs because your emotions are already high out of elation over your news, or because Sanemiâs words â so earnest and full of love â strike that soft part of your heart reserved for him and him alone, your eyes burn with tears.
And even Sanemiâs voice cracks as he whispers, âThank you. Thank you for choosing me.â
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PLEASE ( DONâT ) BE MY WINGWOMAN !
đđ đđđđđ his female best friend tries to help him win your love, but knowing her, it all goes wrong
feat. lyney, neuvillette, ayato ( separate )
note. gn reader, features : lynette, furina, ayaka. hello i am officially back and also officially 21 !! :]
LYNEY.
âOh, woe is me! Please assist, my dearest sister!â The magician sat sprawled atop the couch quite dramatically, backhand over his forehead feigning feverish feelings. âWhatever shall I do when the God of Romance is plotting against a hopeless romantic, such as I?â
âWhatâs wrong this time?â By contrast, his sisterâs voice proved no fluctuations, tone lacking the honeyed sound he needed for sympathy. Instead of catering to his sorrows, she instead sipped lightly at her tea, for it was far more relaxing than her brotherâs âwoes.â
Still, Lyney sighed. âThe love of my lifeâmy soulmate!â he cried out. âHow should I win the affections of my other half, when I canât even grasp the scale of romantic favor?â
âDesserts.â
Lyney sat up. âI beg your pardon?â
âGive desserts,â Lynette shrugged. âEveryone likes desserts.â This reasoning totally made the most sense to her.
She watched as Lyney started at her blankly for just a moment, and then he inhaled sharply. âSo I should⌠use desserts as my giftâŚâ With each passing word, Lynette watched as a staggering excitement in his voice grew tenfold. âAnd then, if I keep giving their favorite treatsââLyney gaspedââtheyâll start to associate the sweetness with me! Oh, Lynette, youâre a genius!â
Lynette blinked at him. That strategy explanation was not what she said at all, but whatever. Not her problem.
But when Lyney dragged her by the hand to go purchase desserts, and then forced her to sit down at the cafe just to watch him gift treats to you, then maybe it was her problem.
âA very special dessert!â he presented, and Lynette sat with disinterest as she watched your eyes light up at his cheap old appearance trick. âFor a very special person.â And now came her own eye rollâcaused by the way Lyney giggled to himself at the end of his own sentence.
Maybe it was charming ( but personally Lynette didnât see the appeal ), because there was a sparkle that appeared in your eyes in admiration of him. And suddenly, Lynette didnât understand why he was trying to win your love at all, because itâs clear to her that heâs already won it.
âThis is for me?â she heard you say. âThis is actually my favorite! Oh, Lyney, you shouldnât have!â
âDonât even worry,â she watched Lyney wave off. âIt was given to me for free at the shopââHuh?ââand I have no space for itââWhat was heâŚ?ââso I thought you might like it!â
Lynette blinked to herself. Then she blinked to herself again. And then one more time, and now Lyney was back to her spot with you no longer in sight. âHow did I do?â Lyney excitedly questioned her. âA good start, right? Step one of your idea to get my crush to become obsessed with me is complete!â
Okay first of all, that was literally not her idea, but maybe she shouldâve communicated it better. And second, âWhy did you lie? That dessert wasnât freeâYou specifically bought it to give to them.â
Lyney immediately raised a finger with that confident smirk of his. âBecause, my dear sister,â he began, âitâs called playing hard to get.â
If she could sigh, she would. âYou canât be serious.â
âI am! And Iâm taking this game very seriously, too. Do you know how hard it is to keep my cool when Iâm around the love of my life?!â
âPlaying hard to get just makes it harder to get someone, Lyney. They might lose interest and move on.â But still, Lyney insisted. And still, Lynette just silently rolled her eyes.
The next time this happened was literally only a day later. So much for playing âhard to get,â she supposes. Perhaps Lyney didnât quite fully understand the scope of how suspicious it was to offer you another âfree dessertâ only a day later. Or, he was just so lovestruck he absolutely could not wait to talk to you again.
Lynette decided the answer to be the latter option.
And once again, he claimed not to buy this dessert on his own, and Lynette did not miss the obvious eyebrow raise you gave her brother this time. You were still grateful since it was your favorite, of course, but it was rather clear you were beginning to question this. Lynette sighed to herself.
âLynette!â Lyney called excitedly once he left you. âOh, dear sister, did you see it this time? She stayed with me a bit longerâgrabbing the plate much more slowly. She must have been at the start of falling in love withâ!â Lyney stopped when he saw the empty seat. âUh, Lynette?â
Farther away, you suddenly yelped in surprise, almost dropping the plated dessert in your hands.
âSorry,â Lynette mumbled. Oops, she didnât mean to scare you. But⌠maybe appearing in your field of sighs so suddenly once you turned a corner and coming from a darkened alleyway was not the most subtle.
âItâs alright,â you brushed of. âOh, you must be Lynette, right? Lyneyâs sister!â
âCorrect.â Ah, how would she bring this up? She was never really the best with words⌠And definitely not when she had to use a lot of them. âUm, my brother,â she started. âDonât mind him being weird.â
At the mention of her brother being weird ( perhaps she should defend him, but whatever, he was being weird. ), you seemed to relax. âYeahâŚâ you trailed off. âHeâs been giving me these desserts latelyâdidnât seem too coincidental that he keeps getting them for âfreeâ⌠Especially since theyâre, um, not even having a promotion right now.â
Again, if Lynette could wack her brother on the head right now, she would.
âHe likes you.â
The sudden shock on your face tells Lynette that maybe she shouldnât have said that so bluntly. Or that she shouldnât have said that. At all.
âYouâre a very dear friend to him,â she correct. Oh, wait, but she didnât want to completely shut off the idea of romance. Correct it again, quick. âOr, very dear person⌠Yeah.â
You stayed quiet for a moment, probably trying to process the amount of confessions and corrections she just shot at you. Archons, you probably thought her and her brother were so weird. Unfortunately, she couldnât blame you.
âThanks, Lynette,â you said, and she noticed your feet shift to walk away. âActually, I think Iâll keep that in mind for next time.â
Well, Lyney certainly hoped you would. She just silently watched as you walked off. But she wasnât worried, no. As long as you spoke of this ânext time,â Lynette was sure her brother would eventually succeed with you, even if he was being weird at this game.
NEUVILLETTE.
The thing that gets Furina the most excitedâabsolutely elated, much shown in the way she kicks her feet and patters her fingersâis the fact that her dear Iudex has no idea heâs so in love with you.
To not only her, but also the rest of Fontaine, word is quick to spread with the simple way his feet always end up turned in your direction, or how lips curve a slight upwards motion when he speaks to you. Or, the way his feelings of admiration brings out the colors in his eyes, and the shyer tone in which he laughs along with you.
And Furina, being the bestest of friends she certainly is, only wants whatâs best for the Chief Justice, truly! Itâs such a downer seeing him be a quiet, unsociable, hard-to-get-along-with loner all the time. And so, the moment she catches wind of his feelings, she is more than quick to come up with a way to loop the two of you together.
She pats herself in the back. Sheâs confident that heâll totally thank her for all her efforts later.
This confidence still yet remains even when she has you standing up nervously on trial, wide eyes a bit scared to be accused of a crime by the Hydro Archon herself. And Neuvillette atop his seat looks exasperated, much so in a way the audience is always eyeing him with fluttering eyes and chattering whispersâbecause the Iudex is looking at you with such a public display of concern that he has never been known to show another on trial.
Oh, she could already see the Steambirdâs morning headlines! Chief Justice Neuvillette casts eyefuls of worry towards the accused?! Or, The Iudexâs rumored lover: Accused by Lady Furina?! âOh, oh! She was so excited!
Amidst her internal giggles was when Neuvilletteâs cane came hammered down on the wooden floor of his balcony seat, silencing every voice in the Opera Epiclese. âFurina,â his voice scatters as firm as ever, though the Archon could some people gasp to themselvesâAh, she could always trust her people to spot even the slightest difference in his voice; He was clearly angrier today! âI believe you have some explaining to do.â
âIs it not obvious, my dear Iudex?â she loudly proclaimed as if acting in a performance. Her voice was playful and teasing as always, and she could tell Neuvillette was much more annoyed by it than usual today. âI am pressing charges against a darling citizen, yet a criminal over hereâŚ!â
And that was when she threw the back of her hand over her forehead for dramatic effect, making you only more nervous upon your stand. Such an increase in your fear was clearly noticeable to the Iudex, of course, as he immediately spoke to silence the Archon accusing you.
âAnd what would those charges entail, Furina?â
There was a sudden glare in his eyes, almost threatening. But oh well, nothing he could doâShe knew he would stick by the law and allow her to make her claim anyways. This was so easy, she could almost laugh to herself!
âForâŚâ
Oh, celebration was already at the back of her mind!
âMurder!â
âŚHoly shit. Oh Archons. She was supposed to say theft. âTheft,â for stealing Neuvilletteâs heart. But instead she slipped up and said murder.
Oh, she canât take that back now. But⌠But no worries! She was the beloved Archon that had absolutely no issues performing for her peopleâergo, she could totally come up with a new plan! Certainly, a single-word slip-up will surely not mess up her entire pickup line here.
âYes, you heard me,â she played along, hands balling to fists and dramatically sitting at her hips. âMurder!â
âFurina!â Neuvillette silenced from his place below on the podium. Never before has she seen his facial expression this angered. There was a furrow between his brows that betrayed his usually calm and emotionless lookâand aw, she thought it was so romantic for him to show these emotions so outwardly just for you! The audience must love his display of passion right nowâall to defend your honor! âWhat is the meaning of this?â his voice boomed.
Furina cleared her throat. âMurderâŚâ she began to make her case against you. You, who looked up at her so fearfully. She almost felt bad. âFor⌠For breathingâŚ!â Wait, thatâs not what she meant. âNo, no, like murder⌠of breathâ of my breathâ no, of Neuvilletteâs breath, I meanââ Okay, at this point, she just needed to spit something out. And that was when she raised a finger, pointing it accusingly down at you and making her claim: âYou killed Neuvillette!â
The next instance was filled with a silence so deafeningly powerful that she felt her own stomach churn and her knees grow shaky. Well, this was definitely an embarrassment she hopes to never feel again.
Surely, this silence wasnât awkward enough for her land the finishing blowâŚ?
âLike, you stole his breath awayâŚâ she tried. âSo you technically killed him.â
Okay maybe it was time for her to shut up.
Neuvilletteâs face; oh, he looked absolutely furious. This was not the picture-perfect sight of cherry tomato blushing she was hoping for here. And you: a horror-stricken disbelief. Your mind looked like it was racing to comprehend both being charged with such a serious crime, and having the Chief Justice just randomly outed in public for⌠having a crush on youâŚ?
Meanwhile Furina stood still in her usual place, just about ready to curl up and die from her failed attempt at a love confession. But before that, perhaps Celestia heard her prayers.
The audience pretty much erupted in girlish screams and whispersâall those watchful citizens of Fontaine who treated your relationship with Neuvillette like the hottest topic of the century, like the storybook romance they were reading obsessively. And now, Furina watchedâwatched as your expression contorted to slow realization that maybe your Archon wasnât exactly lying about Neuvilletteâs feelings, and that maybe almost the entire nation was already romanticizing you two.
And then, there: that was when Furina watched as your face blew up an expression of pure embarrassment, all the fear being completely wiped away. Then Furina could almost die when she turned her gaze to Neuvilletteâwho was still watching you very intentlyâand how the ends of his ears turned a blushing red.
Oh, this view was priceless. Once again, perfect Focalors saves the day!
KAMISATO AYATO.
Thoma clicked his tongue. âTall and awkward.â He squinted his eyes. âPractically unrecognizable in Inazuma despite your status.â Then, he tilted his head. âAbsolutely terrible at small talk.â
Finally, Thoma nodded his head. âYep, you donât have a chance, my Lord.â
Thoma yelped as a paper fan hit his shoulder, and that was when Ayaka slid at the seat next to him. He made a quick apology to her, but when Ayaka looked across the table, she saw how her older brother didnât seem quite phased at Thomaâs mean evaluation at all.
Instead, he seemed to be really considering what was told to him.
âOh, brother,â Ayaka caught his attention. âDonât listen to Thoma, he was only being mean. Personally, I think you have a good chance at winning this date!â
âNo, no, Thoma might be right,â Ayato pondered. Aw, Ayaka didnt like it when he doubted himself. âAll of those traits may make this date go horribly wrongâI might end up appearing as undesirableâŚâ
Ayaka frowned. She may not have a love life of her own, but that didnât mean she wasnât watching her brotherâs love life like an Inazuman drama act or like a romantic storybook. And the fact that Ayato has downright fallen tremendously hard for youâwho Ayaka also loved dearly, and who she admired so muchâmakes her pray to the Archons every night for your relationship to set sail.
So Ayato scoring this first date with you was already a big deal on its own. Only⌠He wasnât quite sure what date plan would make him the most appealing man to be courting you.
Of course, who else could he turn to, other than his darling best friend and sister? Ayaka certainly had no expertise in this, but if there was one thingâŚ
âBrother, please take this!â Across the table, she shoved a stack of just a few papers, slightly faded and lightly wrinkled, into his hands. He blinked in surprise at them for a moment before squinting at the rushed handwriting that clearly did not belong to his sister. âThe Traveler gave this to me; Itâs a recipe for a pizza dish from Mondstadt!
And that was how she ended up here, watching with Thoma from the sidelines of the estate as Ayato gives you the friendliest smile can force upon himself as he offers to make the both of you food. Now, the last time Ayaka tried this, she blew up the oven with the Traveler in earshot. But surely, she knew her brother had much better survival skills than she did, and there was no way he would ruin a perfectly easy pizza recipe.
But then Thoma almost burst out laughing from their secluded hiding spot, and that was when she noticed her brother bringing out not one, but instead two platters of pizza. A rather odd aroma in the air. Oh.
âI thought weâd spice things up!â they heard Ayato say to you, clasping his gloved hands together and regaining his weird, excited smile and that equally weird, excited tone in his voice. Oh brother⌠âOne pizza is normal, and the other pizza has random toppings I threw on itâas a taste test!â
And when he set the two down, it was⌠quite interesting. One was a normal mushroom pizza, cooked based on Travelerâs recipe: Ayato certainly made it much better than Ayaka couldâve attempted. But the second pizza was topped with a rather colorful palette: lavender melons, sea grass, and what looked like Sea Ganoderma. Ayaka and Thoma already found themselves gagging at the smell.
When Ayaka glanced at her blonde companion, he was furiously shaking his head at her, running a thumb straight across his throat as if saying âItâs over for him.â And honestly, Ayaka might have to agree this time. Maybe she shouldâve never given him that pizza recipe or that cooking idea.
âA âtaste testââŚâ you echoed. The two eavesdroppers heard shifts from your side do the table, meaning you reached forward to grab a sliceâthey quite obviously guessed you picked the regular mushroom pizza. âThe host should go first, donât you think?â
Oh? Did that mean you were interested in this game of two after all? Ayakaâs eyes practically lit upâShe was so excited for her brother!
âIâll take up that offer of yours,â Ayato chuckled lowly. And with no gag or hesitance at all, he takes a large bite with a whole unsavory mixture of the ingredients entering the cave of his mouth. âMm, not bad at all.â
You were visibly surprised by his calmness, now reaching out to grab a slice of your own and biting it just as he did.
But almost immediately, that bite was spat right back out onto a napkin at the mere taste of this weird concoction. âBleh, Lord Commissioner! How did you manage to eat a whole slice?!â
The first thing Ayaka and Thoma noticed: The way you said this was amidst laughter. You were laughing, and it even sounded like you were smiling. Because whenever Ayato tried this sort of gross mixing method with Thoma or Ayaka, they would also say the same line of disgust, but in an unfavorable way. But, noâYou sounded genuinely lighthearted?
The second thing Ayaka and Thoma noticed ( from even the slightest of peeks ): The big, bona fide grin on Ayatoâs face at your reaction. Oh, he was absolutely eating this up, as no one ever showed a positive reaction to his weird little hobby before. And of course, being partnered with the fact he was ( not-so ) secretly in love with you, only made it so much better for him.
âIt was alright, Iâd say!â he spoke excitedly, a hint of an uncontrollable laughter and uncontrollable smile laced in his voice. âIt had the most memorable texture, and the taste felt like I was in touch with mother nature.â
You only scoffed at him in a joking manner, âNone of those âcomplimentsâ of yours werenât inherently positive, Commissioner.â
To that, he gave you another big grin before silently reaching to eat yet another slice of this suspicious pizza. Well, Ayaka supposed her brotherâs weirdness landing a perfect date with you, after all. And then she pat herself on the backâbecause maybe, giving him that recipe was the best mistake she could make.
// not proofread ;; THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNIER THAN INTENDED. BUT IM BAD AT BEING FUNNY :(
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whispers in the dead of night â âš
brotherâs best friend!ellie williams x f!reader
you started to avoid Ellie when you fear she wonât return the feelings you have, turns outâafter a little confrontation in your kitchen at 3amâshe feels the same
tw: not proofread, confessions, friends to dating, slight hurt w comfort, kiss at the end, kiss gets a little passionate (then brother walks in on them), r described to be able to put her head on Ellieâs chest
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You knew Ellie, but only through your bother. If you two had a conversation, it was because he had invited her over. If she watched a movie with you, it was because he had invited her over. If she ever said happy birthday to you over the phone, it was because he was calling her first.
He was her friend, before she was yours. You were used to seeing her and a few of his other friendâs over, hanging out in the basement or his bedroom. It looked like fun, but your brotherâs obsession with keeping his friends away from you was a bit weird. He would tell you to keep away or else youâll embarrass him, whatever that meansâyou fear he already does that enough himself.
She was over again, settled on the couch while your brother was somewhere in the house. Her eyes were locked on her phone, scrolling on some media. You mumbled your hello, moving past the living room to grab something from the kitchen. She was doing absolutely nothing, but the sight of her made your heart race.
âUh yeah, hello to you too,â she says, tone playful, âhavenât seen you all day, whereâve you been?â
âHomework,â you reply, reaching up into a cabinet to grab food. It was a bold lie, but you didnât want to say youâve been avoiding coming downstairs as long as possible since you heard her voice.
You see, since youâve begun to notice how your heart races whenever she was aroundâyouâve been hiding away as best you can. Not ignoring her, just not being as friendly and close as you were before. You didnât tease and come sit beside her, leaning on her shoulder anymore. You kept a distance, a friendly normal distance.
âRight,â she says, slowly, âanything going on? You seem busier.â
Shit. You turn your back to pour a bowl of cereal, hands getting a little shaky from the question. You feel like a spy, having to hide a secret from her.
âJust school life, I mean itâs the middle of the yearâit usually picks up.â
âThatâs true. You could come join us, weâre going to go for a swim.â
Absolutely not. If you saw her in a swim suit youâd fumble and your middle school crush on her would shine like a prism through a glass window. Itâd be so embarrassingly obvious.
âI donât want to impose, my brother would hate me.â
âWho cares, he can suck his own dick. Come join whenever you feel, weâre about to head out.â
You didnât. You stayed in your bedroom, listening to them talk through the window in your room. It sounded like his other friend eventually joined, the one youâve all known since forever since they live next door. You assume she probably overheard them in the pool, and came over. There was splashing, laughing, before it grew quiet. You peeked through and saw them resting, talking quietly with one another. No surprise, but seeing her in the pool made your heart jump. It was ultimately a good choice to avoid this, it saved you the hurt of loosing your dignity.
Time flew. Especially when you had fallen asleep, face laid out on your textbook and papers. You felt the deep headache growing in your skull as you sit up, bringing a hand up to rub at your forehead.
âFuck,â you say, looking at how dark your room was now. Going off of the fact that you didnât hear anyone outside anymoreâyou assumed they had all gone home. As far as you knew, neither of them were staying overâshe wasnât staying over.
Your stomach growled again. You signed, pulling on a sweater as you made your way down the stairs. Sure you had cereal earlier, but it was so easy to make so you picked the box out againâunaware of the socked feet walking behind you.
âWhyâre you up so late?â
Goosebumps rose on your arms, head whipping around to find Ellie looking at you tiredly. Her hair was dripping, the drops sliding down her face and wetting her band shirt.
âIâm getting a snack.â
âI can see that, I meant what kept you up?â
âI actually was asleep, I just randomly woke up starvingâ
She leans against the counter, eyes following you around. It was quiet for a minute. The kitchen click ticking the seconds became so loud, even as youâre putting the cereal and milk away. It was suffocating.
âHey, might be overstepping here. You donât have to answerâI just, are you avoiding meâ?â
You felt the air grow cold in your chest, eyes darting at everything except her now. She caught you, and now you really canât escapeâbut she canât know. Youâd die before youâd ever let her know. Sheâd take your dumb feelings and mock you for life, possibly stop showing up as often, stop treating you like a friendâyouâd loose her.
âIâm not avoiding you, Ellie,â you respond, voice a whisper. You hope she couldnât catch onto how your voice wobbled just slightly. Her eyes are watching you, flicking around your face.
âWoah, whyâre you cryingâhey.â
Sheâs crossing the kitchen, making quick steps to come stand in front of you. You push back slightly, âthereâs nothing, really. Iâm just tired.â
âWell thereâs something if youâre crying,â she sighs, âplease talk to me, I just feel like youâre avoiding me and I donât knââ
âWell I like you,â you shove her back for real this time, wiping at your face when you feel a tear slip, âitâs stupid, I know. Weâre not even that close, youâre so much closer with my brother. I canât even explain why, really. Itâs dumbâand just whatever, goodnight.â
You push past, not caring to even grab the cereal that you made. There were far more important things at hand, like escaping further embarrassment.
âOh shitâI, wait a second,â she twists, reaching an arm around to try and reach for you in some way, âfuck, wait. I like you too.â
You laugh, the sound coming out watery and it just further makes Ellie feel all the more nervous, âoh fuck off Ellie.â
âNo im serious,â she draws, âIâm so serious. Iâve liked you for so long.â
You stand there, eyes red and looking her straight in the eye with a sharpness of hurt beneath them. Sheâs breathing hard almost, chest rising and falling as she looks to you with a sad grimace almost.
âPlease, talk to me,â she begs, and it turned out to be enough. You stayed, hearing her out, listening to each detail of her story.
âI really do, I really really do like you. Iâm not mocking you, I would never do that.â
With your arms wrapped around you, you wrap them tighterâseeking comfort as you take in her words. It felt like a fever dream. Somehow you were more accepting to hear her âdenyâ you than to spill her feelings.
She reached a hand out, pulling you closer to her again. Reluctantly your body shuffles closer until youâre resting in her embraceâhead on her chest. Her hands are warm, slightly shaky as they rub at your back. Ellieâs eyes are looking around at the ceiling, her heart racing so fast against your ear you almost smile. You almost forgot how much of a dork she really is.
âYou wanna go out on a date with me now, or something,â she asks, trying to seem nonchalant.
âYeah. Yeah, Iâd love to,â you whisper, âbut I do need to get your phone number.â
âYeah⌠I donât know why Iâve gone along with your brotherâs bro code. What the fuck, yeah, I need your number.â
You laugh quietly, leaning back to look at her.
âEllie?â
You say, but it came out more like a hushâmumbled against the air and falling warm against her skin as she moves in closer. Her fingers are moving on your face, brushing it gently.
âCan I kiss you?â
You smile with a nod and it was enough to melt Ellie. Sheâs dreamed about this, literally. Sheâs had nights where sheâs woken up, fake memories of the two of you hanging out. And now itâs real. Sheâs holding you in her arms and sheâs about to actually kiss youâwow does she feel like sheâs dreaming.
It was so sweet, the first moment when your lips touched. You smiled wider snd leaned in again. She kissed back happily, moving forward to chase after you. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer just as she does the same.
The kitchen has the same ticking sound of the clock, but now thereâs the added sounds between the two of you. You stand there for who knows how long, pressed against a counter and Ellieâs body. Itâs a contrast for sureâthe difference between her warm hands, and cold chest from her dripping hair.
You gasp just a tad when her mouth fumbled and pressed against your jaw. The sound drove her crazy, hands fighting against your clothes and pulling you closer. Before she could even try and kiss there again, the lights to the kitchen switched on and you felt like a deer in headlights.
Your brother stood, looking between the two of you, âEllie dammitââ
All she could do was smile awkwardly. For the first time that week, you laughed full heartedly.
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pairing: rafe cameron x kook!f!reader, (not au, both are early to mid 20s)
word count:Â 4.8k
summary: from the corner, at the party, you watch him
warnings: ANGST!!!!, pining/whipped reader, rafe & reader are friends, kook!reader & kook!rafe, drinking, not proofread
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Heâs never looked more beautiful.Â
You bring the red solo cup to your lips, eye twitching and throat burning as you take a sip. It was foul, cheap vodka mixed with melted skittles, but it was getting you drunk, and thatâs all that mattered. You felt like a creep, sitting in the corner of Barryâs living room, practically eye fucking Rafe as he stands in the kitchen, but you couldnât help it. Your eyes naturally went to his figure, tracing the expanses of his toned arms.Â
You wanted him.
You always have.
From the second you met him in elementary school, when you were around 6 years old, youâve had a crush on Rafe. You remember that day like it was yesterday. You had just gotten new shoes that had laces instead of Velcro, and even though your mom had tied them for you in the morning, you were struggling to tie them yourself after they had come undone. Rafe had spotted you in the courtyard and expertly tied them himself before sticking his hand out towards you to shake, announcing his presence with the upmost confidence. Ward had been raising him to be a businessman, after all.
You fell for him immediately, and you fell hard. As your friendship grew, so did your feelings towards him. You had just moved to Kildare, and your parents had exclaimed that you would be best friends forever when you discovered that you were actually his next door neighbour. Through the trees you could just make out his bedroom window, and if he tried hard enough, he could see right into yours too. You spent the rest of your days wanting, needing, dying for him, hoping one day he would pick you over whatever girl of the week he was seeing. You wondered what it was like to be chosen. You were never chosen by Rafe. You were a maybe, a probably, sometimes even definitely, but never his first choice.Â
You remember when he got his first actual girlfriend, April. You were 13, already head over heels in love with him, and were absolutely devastated when he sent you that text. You cried so hard you nearly threw up, yet your reply to him was a simple âCongrats!â. You knew that he didnât like you back then, and that showing any type of jealousy would just drive a further wedge between you. He was already starting to pull away. He was dealing with so much at home that he was taking it out on everyone else at school, constantly screaming and yelling and throwing things. He needed the attention he wasnât getting, and it seemed that the attention you were giving him wasnât enough.
At 15, he got a new girlfriend, Lillian. They werenât serious like how he was with April, but this was the first girl he had in a while that actually stuck around. Lillian didnât like you, and you didnât like her. She was, quite ironically, jealous, and was constantly reading your texts with Rafe. She purposely excluded you from parties and hangouts, doing everything in her power to get you away from Rafe. They only lasted seven months before Rafe dropped her, saying: âIâve known her for a few months. Iâve known you my whole life. Itâs a pretty easy choice.â
He didnât get another girlfriend until he was 17, bordering on 18, when he met Jacquelyn. The daughter of one of Wardâs business partners, they were essentially a PR relationship, only hugging and holding hands during fancy black tie events. Jacquelyn was nice to you, nice enough, although you always had a feeling that she knew you loved Rafe.Â
And it was hard not to love him. You had tried so many times over the years to just get a grip and move on, but something about him was so alluring. You had watched him grow, blossom into the most handsome man youâve ever seen in your life, and it was hard not to fall for him. You had tried to gaslight yourself a few times into believing you were truly over him, climbed out of the hole you were stuck in, but the next time you hugged, and you got to bury your face into his chest, you fell right back down. He was the moon in your universe, and you were barely even a star.
Just as you had seen Rafe blossom, you had seen him shrivel up. Watching him get into drugs, alcohol, and violence was heart-wrenching, but he never listened to you. He said you didnât get it, and you didnât understand him, but when things got too much for him, or he got too drunk, he would always turn up on your porch, your favourite candy in hand as a figurative olive branch. And you accepted it every time, eagerly opening your arms to welcome him, revelling in the feeling of his whispered apologies in your ear.Â
You were always the one he went to.
Until he met Sofia.
You didnât want to hate Sofia, but you couldnât help it. She had everything you wanted, and she was everything you wanted to be. She had Rafe, and she was Rafeâs. After Rafe heard of Wardâs death, Sofia is the one he went to, not you. You didnât see him until weeks later at The Island Club, and as you tried to give him your condolences, she whisked him away. He left the room as quickly as he entered it, leaving only a waft of his cologne and a pit in your stomach in his wake.
She stole him away from you, constantly hanging on his arm and dragging away during parties. He never responded to you anymore, too busy spending time with her, taking her to some stupid boutique on the mainland or going with her to the beach when the UV was too high to resist. Did he rub sunscreen on her back? Did his hands ever slip under the bikini straps as he caressed her skin, did his hands ever wander around the front and slip underneath the cups?
Did you even want to know?
You had grown apart these last few months. You rarely saw him, even out on Kildare, and your conversations were few and far between. Even then, your feelings for him never faded. You would sit on the chair by your window, staring out towards his, wondering if just maybe you would catch a glimpse of him walking by. You felt, for lack of a better word, hollow without him. Rafe was one of your best friends, and after spending years together attached at the hip, you were suddenly missing your other half. It felt like a breakup, except you were never together in the first place. You were grieving a relationship that never even happened.Â
You advert your eyes from Rafe, realising youâve been staring for a bit, and go to take another sip, only to find your cup empty. You sigh, chewing on the inside of your lip as you look back up at the kitchen. His arm is slung around Sofiaâs neck, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing at her collarbones as she leans against his chest, a smug look on her stupid pretty face as she sips on her hard seltzer.
You look back at the cup again. You needed more alcohol if you were going to stay sane at this party. You stand up, placing the pillow that was once in your lap on the chair before moving across the room towards the kitchen, manoeuvring through drunk Kooks and groping couples until you reached the linoleum.
âItâs an open bar,â Barry said, âTake whatever.â so you didnât feel weird about immediately digging through his liquor cabinet, pulling out the giant bottle of Everclear from the bottom shelf. You had only ever had Everclear one other time, and all you remember of the night was waking up face first in the sand with seaweed in your hair. You had promised yourself never again, but this night was different. You wanted to stay at this party and be with your friends, but you couldnât bear to look at Rafe and Sofia sober.
Rafeâs thumb moves up to caress Sofiaâs jaw as he watches you set the Everclear down on the kitchen counter. âDamn, already?â
Oh, shit. Was he talking to you? You look over, pursing your lips together. âUh, yeah. Why not live a little, you know?â
âYeah, yeah, I guessâŚâ He mutters, dragging his thumb down Sofiaâs neck. âYou know that stuff is hella strong, right?â
Did he not remember that night? âIâm just gonna take one shot, dude.â
âWell, one shot can turn into two, then into four, thenâŚâ He trails off. âYou know how you are after a few shots.â
You unscrew the Everclear and pour some into your solo cup. Your hands are shaking from the vodka you had before, and you dump in more than you had initially planned on. You screw the cap back on and slip it into the cabinet again before opening the fridge to grab a mixer. âI got it.â
He watches you pour, eyebrows raising when he sees the amount that flows into your cup, but he says nothing, simply continuing to caress the skin of Sofiaâs jaw with his thumb. âMhm, okay.â
Sofia looks between the two of you, sipping on her drink before speaking up, âYou never drink like this.â
You donât even fucking know me, you want to say, but you donât. You shrug as you open a can of Cherry Coke and dump it into the solo cup before crushing it and tossing it into the recycling bin on the edge of the kitchen. âJust wanna try something new.â
âYou could do that with literally anything. Everclear is not a good start,â He sighs, looking down at you. âOne shot of that stuff will have you on your ass within the hour.â
You swirl the drink in your cup and shrug again as you leave the kitchen to go back to your spot. âWeâll see.â You glance at Rafe over your shoulder as you take a sip, moving back through the crowd.
It tasted disgusting. You felt the liquor burn all the way down to your stomach, your eyes watering slightly as you hold back a cough, but you keep drinking. You wanted to forget. You wanted to be drunk enough to not care about Rafe and Sofia. You sat back down without a word, grabbing the pillow you had left on the chair and putting it back on your lap. You watched the party from the corner, hesitating as you lift the cup to your lips and take another sip.
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The party gets too hot too quickly.
November was one of the cooler months in the Outer Banks and although the patio door was wide open, you were starting to sweat. The alcohol, mixed with your bubbling anxiety as you watched Rafe and Sofia, was causing you to start to squirm uncomfortably in your seat.
You hadnât even finished your drink when you head outside, pushing through the crowd bottlenecked at the door, breathing a sigh of relief when you reach the pool area. Your shoulders droop as you start to relax, your skin starting to cool down. The loungers and seats are full, but the pool is empty, even though Barry had been promising everyone it was heated. There were a few Kooks sitting on the edge of the hot tub, their feet in the water, beer cans littering the surrounding ground.
You look around, biting the inside of your lip. You start to move, looking around the expansive backyard before finding a small concrete bench pressed up against an old out of use fountain full of leaves and dried algae. You brush some of the leaves off and sit down, a small noise escaping your mouth at how fucking cold it is. You zip up your jacket, sitting cross-legged as you try to get as comfortable as possible.Â
You continue to people watch, taking some brief moments to look up at the stars.
Itâs peaceful, and youâre grateful for the silence. The sound from the house is still audible, but itâs muffled enough from being out in the yard. You watch the Kooks in the hot tub, noticing a couple of them starting to kiss.
You were grateful to be out of there.
You were grateful not to be looking at Rafe and Sofia. You couldnât stop your mind from wandering back to the kitchen. Rafeâs hands on Sofiaâs hips. Him burying his nose in her hair. The soft kisses they exchanged every time they thought you werenât looking. It made your stomach turn.
You look up at the clear night sky, shivering as a breeze passes, brushing the stray hairs that escaped your low bun away from your face. You could see Orion, you could see the moon, you could even see some stars you didnât know the name of. They manage to distract you for a long time, so long that you donât even remember how long youâve been sitting there.
You feel something heavy being placed on your shoulders, the weight startling you. You turn around, ready to snap at whoever had disturbed your solitude, but you're met by Rafe. He's wearing only a t-shirt, his own jacket in his hands. âCouldn't let you freeze to death sitting out here alone.â
âI have a jacket,â You say. Itâs true, your jacket was keeping you warm, and a large part of you felt bad that Rafe was trying to give his up. âKeep yours.â As you stop dissociating, your fingers and toes suddenly feel stiff. You move the cup to your other hand, clenching and stretching your fingers.
He ignores your protest, draping his jacket over your shoulders anyway, even going as far as to zip it up under your chin. âNo arguments. You looked like a baby deer sitting here shivering.â
His cologne smells so good. It smells like home. âThanks.â Your eyes follow him as he sits next to you on the bench, beer bottle in hand.
âNo problem,â Rafe looks out, his knee brushing your leg as he turns to check out the backyard, eyes scanning the Kooks in the hot tub as he takes a sip of his beer. After a moment, he turns back to you, eyebrows furrowing as he notices your drink. âYou didnât finish that.â he nods towards the cup in your hand.
âNo, itâs uhâŚâ You clear your throat and sit up straight. âItâs disgusting. Guess Everclear and Cherry Coke donât mix.â
He snickers, âTold you so,â He takes another sip of his beer, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he looks at you. âYou shouldnât drink that stuff anyway. Iâve seen people go down quick after only one shot. Not pretty.â
âEh. Wanted to try something new.â You say, swirling it around in the cup.
âYeah, well, donât go drinking Everclear again. Iâm not gonna hold your hair back while youâre puking,â He gives you another once over, eyes lingering on your face. âYou donât look very good.â
You werenât doing good. Not at all. You were trying to live your life without Rafe around, even just as a friend, and it was proving to be a very difficult task. It was so hard to not immediately rush to text him, or to send him a million TikToks throughout the day. You missed him, as much as it pained you to admit. You shrug. âJust kinda tired. Didnât sleep well.â
He notices the change in your demeanour instantly, the walls that he was so used to seeing come down were up now. You were shutting him out. âYou gotta stop staying up late on your phone, then.â he elbows you playfully, hoping to get you to laugh, like old times.
You donât.
You awkwardly look back down at your drink and swirl it again. You had thought that maybe this unwelcomed distance would do you good, and you would eventually fall out of love with him, but it seems to get harder and harder every day. You just wanted to hold him one last time. You needed him back then, and you needed him still. You let out a breath. âYeah. Probably.â
He stays silent, taking another sip from his beer as he looks back out to the yard. There was a tension in the air now, but he wasnât sure if it was all in his head. You seemedâŚdistant. Shut off. He was so used to your bright personality, your happy demeanour, your laugh. Now, you were justâŚblank. His knee bumps yours again as he shifts. He looked back over at you, watching you for a long time. You were just staring straight, avoiding his gaze.
You clear your throat again, setting your cup down beside you. You unzip his jacket and stand up as you slide it off, trying to avoid his gaze as you drape it over his shoulders. âIâm gonna head back inside.â
Rafe catches your wrist as you start to move away, fingers gentle, but firm, almost reluctant to let you go. His eyes meet yours immediately, holding your gaze captive as he looks at you. âWait.â
âWhat?â You ask, picking your drink back up with your free hand.
âWeâŚâ he trails off, his thumb rubbing the sensitive skin of your inner wrist as he looks at you. It was cold outside, but your skin was so warm against his. It felt so natural. Like everything was right again. He didnât ever realise how much he had missed you until now. âWe need to talk.â
You try to pull your wrist away. âAbout what?â
He lets the grasp on your wrist loosen, but he doesnât let go, his touch trailing down until his fingers are laced with yours. âAbout thisâŚdistanceâŚâ he motions vaguely between you two, âThat youâve been building for the past couple of months.â
âThat Iâve been building?â You ask, your eyebrows raising. âYouâre the one whoâs been ignoring me.â
âNot on purpose. Iâve been busy.â he says defensively, almost immediately. Heâd be lying if he didnât say that he had been busy lately. Sofia had been keeping him on his toes lately, and he hadnât had much time alone during the day, let alone time alone in his own home. But he also couldnât deny that he had been purposefully avoiding you, knowing that if he spent too much time with you, Sofia would have something to say about it.
âMaybe Iâve been busy too.â You say, although itâs a lie.Â
Rafe snorts, almost calling you out on the lie, but he lets it go with a sigh. He doesnât say anything for a long time, just looking at you. His thumb rubs slow circles on the inside of your palm, the touch familiar. It hurt his chest. âI donât like this.â
âDonât like what?â You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.
âThis,â He gestures between you and him. âThis distance. I donât like it,â He looks away, a frustrated expression on his face. âWeâre friends. Weâve known each other for years. Why do you act like I canât even approach you anymore?â
Friends. You never hated a word more. You take a step back, sighing as you glance out over the pool again. âSometimes friends drift apart, Rafe.â
He looks at you, his jaw clenched as he watches you avoid his gaze once again. You wouldnât even look at him. It was infuriating. He couldnât believe that you were so nonchalant about all of this. Friends drift apart. Thatâs what you said. Did he have to mean so little? His hand falls back to his side, but the expression on his face stays fixed. âBullshit.â
âYouâre busy, Iâm busy,â You say. âSometimes that happens.â
âIâm only busy with Sofia,â He snaps, frustration seeping through in his voice. He takes a step towards you, eyes narrowed. âAnd even when Iâm busy with her, I still manage to find time-â He stops himself, taking a moment to slow his breathing. He was getting too worked up. The last thing he needed right now was to blow up at you.
You chug the rest of your drink and set the empty solo cup on the bench, immediately regretting it. You shouldâve dumped it out a while ago. The last thing you needed was a drunk walk home. âWeâve both been busy. Thatâs it, Rafe.â
âThatâs it?â He repeats, looking at you incredulously. He couldnât believe you were so blasĂŠ about this. About you guys practically ignoring each other, never talking, practically avoiding each other every chance you got. Was it so simple to you? To forget years of friendship over something so idiotic like being busy? âYouâre bullshitting me.â
You hated this feeling. Your heart ached, and your hands went numb, your body full of tingles. You take a few more steps back. You had to do it, you had to rip the band-aid off if you wanted to finally move on. You didnât want your happiness to live and die with him. âMaybe this friendship thing isnât working anymore.â
It felt like you had stabbed him straight in the chest, twisted the blade, and then pulled it out slowly, painfully. Every word that you spat out felt like another layer of pain. It was bullshit. You had been by his side through everything. You were always there. He trusted you more than anyone. And this was how you felt now? You didnât want to be friends? Rafe clenched his jaw, biting back the sting of emotion. âYouâre not serious.â
âI donât know what you want me to say, Rafe.â You say.
âI want you to tell me that you still give a damn about our friendship!â he says, a frustrated tone in his voice. âI want you to tell me that this distance is bullshit and that I still mean something to you! That you still want to hang out and talk and everything else I thought weâd still be doing when we got older, and that Iâm just reading into this too much! I want you to tell me that youâre just busy, and itâll all get better in a little bit, because I canât handle this anymore.â
âRafe--â You try to speak, but he cuts you off.
He was getting more worked up now, his chest heaving as he stares at you. He had never felt like this before. You always knew how to calm him down from whatever fit he was throwing, but you werenât doing that now. He takes a step closer, getting into your personal space now, anger evident in his eyes. âDo you even care about me anymore, or are you just pretending you do whenever Iâm around? Do you hate me now?â
You would probably still adore him with his hands around your neck. âNo, of course I donât hate you.â
âThen why are you doing this to me?â He demands, his tone a mix of anger and desperation. He was getting louder, but he didnât care. For once, he wanted to let his emotions out, knowing that they would be safe with you. âWhy are you acting like this?â He gestures between you, âYouâre shutting me out, and youâre pulling away, and you canât even look me in the eye without flinching. Why? Tell me why.â
âBecause I like you, Rafe!â You blurt out. Your eyes widen slightly when you realise what you said. You let out a shaky breath. âI like you a lot. More than I should. And seeing you with her, with Sofia⌠itâs so hard for me.â
He stares at you for a moment, stunned into silence by your confession.Â
You liked him.
A lot?
More than you should.
His jaw clenched, his mind trying to process everything as he sits back down. He had suspected that you liked him more than a friend for a long time, but he had never dared to try and confirm it. The words were out in the open now, though. And it changed everything.
You hate how silent heâs being. Your voice is shaky when you start to speak again, âAnd I know that you donât feel the same way about me. I know that, and Iâm okay with that.â
He lets out an almost bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. The sound is harsh in the air, like a slap in the face. âThatâs what you think? You think I donât have feelings for you?â His voice was quiet, but there was something in it that made it even more threatening than if he was yelling.
âI know you donât.â You say softly, tears starting to well in your eyes. You werenât stupid. You knew from day dot that he would never feel the same way that you do, and you always knew that he would never be yours, but it was never enough to help you finally move on.Â
For the first time in Rafeâs life, he struggles with what to say. It takes him a few seconds to find the words he's looking for. âJesus Christ, are you kidding me? Weâre not romantic or anything, weâre just friends.â
âI know that.â You say.
âWeâre just friends.â He says again, as if you didnât hear him the first time.
Your stomach hurts. âI know.â
He looks away from you, standing up from the bench. âHow long have you liked me?â
âSince the day we met,â You say. âWhen you tied my shoe for me.â
He runs his hand through his hair again. âAnd you never said anything.â Itâs a statement, not a question, and it stings.
âThere was no point,â You say. âI knew even back then that you would never feel the same way.â
He doesnât know what to do. Youâre right, he doesnât feel the same way. He doesnât like you the way you like him. At least he thinks he doesnât. He stays quiet, his fists clenching.
âI donât want to ignore you, Rafe,â You continue. âBut maybe this distance will be good for us. Iâll be able to get over you.â
âYou shouldnât have fallen for me in the first place.â He snaps.
It takes you by surprise. Your eyes flutter for a second as tears start to fall, and you take a step back, chest clenching.
He stares at you, his stomach lurching as the first of the tears roll down your face. He stays silent for a moment, before finally sighing. âItâs not supposed to be this way,â He walks towards you again, reaching out to take both of your hands, trying to stop you from backing away from him. âYouâre supposed to be my best friend, not some girl in love with me.â
âIâm sorry.â You say.
âStop apologising,â He says, holding your wrists tightly, like heâs trying to keep you in place. âI hate it when you do that.â
You almost apologise again. You just nod, looking down at your feet before moving your gaze back over to the pool. No one has noticed you two yet.
He follows your gaze, looking towards the pool. No one had even spared a glance in your direction. It was just you and him, secluded in the quiet corner, surrounded by a party that seemed a mile away. He doesnât know what to say, or how to react to your confession. All he knows is that he still hates seeing you cry.
âDo you still want to be friends?â You ask quietly, looking up at him.
Rafe hesitates.��
His first instinct is to push you away. To tell you that it would be best if you two just never spoke to each other again, that things would be better that way. But he knew he didnât mean that. And when he looked down at you, seeing the heartbreak on your face, he knew he couldnât say it. He wasnât the best at expressing his feelings, and he had no idea what he was doing, but you were his oldest friend. You had been by his side through everything. There was no way he was pushing you away that easily.
He pulls you into a hug, pressing his nose into the crown of your head. âOf course, I still want to be friends,â he murmurs. âYouâre my best friend, you idiot.â
You hug him back, and it feels so good to finally hold him again. You interlock your fingers behind his back. âIâm sorry.â
âDonât apologise,â he mutters, resting his chin on the top of your head. âStop apologising.â He stays silent for a moment, soaking in the feeling of being able to hold you again. He had missed this. He had missed you more than he had ever realised.
You stay there for a while, nose buried in his chest, before you speak again. Your voice is quiet, muffled against his jacket, but he can hear you loud and clear. âI love you.â
Rafe sighs, pushing your hair away from your forehead before placing a kiss on it. âItâll pass.â
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Steddie Halloween
Halloween after 'Spring Break' must be such a hard time for Steve. This is the guy that regularly hosted costume parties at his house during his King Steve era. And at some point probably hosted more laid back ones for the kids and Robin.
But since the Russian bunker he just... can't.
He has regular and more frequent night terrors of torture that had him and Robin shivering and holding onto one another like buoys. He's been dragged down into the depths of lakes by unseen monsters that left all kinds of scars. He gets migraines from moving too quickly or seeing strobing lights.
He carried Eddie's body out of the upside down, hands slippery in blood. He did CPR and felt Eddie's ribs crack under his hands. He looked at Eddie handcuffed to a hospital bed while doctors said we just don't know yet. Had to watch his Uncle, his father, sit by Eddie every day, rarely leaving his side, staring at his chest like he was grateful for each breath his boy took.
So. He's not really able to do Halloween anymore. And that's hard for him.
But whatever. He'll survive. He's fine to sit on the sidelines if it means the others will have a good time.
At this point, Steve was already coming to terms with his bisexuality. He'd already done a speed run through the Coming Out stages and walked out the other side with the eerie confidence only Steve Harrington could muster. This is a dude who has decided that he's going to flirt with Eddie until the other realizes and gets with the program. He knows Eddie likes him. He's a pro at dating and relationships and crushes. He just needs Eddie to figure out that the not so subtle hints mean something.
And then came Halloween.
He'd already told Eddie during a movie night about how much he missed the spooky season.
(And yes, he did discuss it while openly combing Eddie's hair back from his face and absolutely relishing in the way the other boy was turning all kinds of pink under the glow of the TV. Yes, Eddie was taking his time to catch up but no one said Steve couldn't have fun while he waited).
"Aw man. That sucks." Eddie barely managed to boot up his brain again to answer.
"It's fine," Steve would say, even though it wasn't.
And then, on October 31st, Steve wakes up to a maze in his backyard.
It's not a very good maze. It's mostly just tipped over pallets taken from behind Melvalds as the walls and tarps as the ceiling to block out some of the light. But it's so clearly meant to be some kind of a haunted hallway.
Steve is in boxers and a ratty Hawkins Swim Team t-shirt. He didn't take time to put on shoes, so he's walking across the cold concrete and the dewy grass in tube socks.
There's a sign posted on a piece of cardboard at the entrance.
ENTER IF YOU DARE
He stands there, shifting from foot to foot in his rapidly dampening socks, not quite sure what to do but intrigued nonetheless.
There's whispering and hushed voices from inside. And then Dustin is stomping out from around one of the pallet corners dressed in a suit that's clearly too small for him.
"Come on, dude. Can't you read? You're supposed to enter."
"It says enter if I dare."
"Yeah. So enter."
"What if I don't dare?"
Dustin rolls his eyes hard enough to make them stick, and honestly this kid and his tone.
"Can you just-" He groans. "Look. Eddie set this thing up and he and Robin dragged us all out of our beds at ass o'clock in the morning to put on these stupid haunted house costumes and wait around for you to wake up. So can you please just dare?"
Steve blinks. He looks at Dustin's suit. The tie is a little crooked and he's wearing bright yellow socks with his dress shoes. "I thought haunted house costumes were supposed to be... yunno... scary?"
"Yeah," said Dustin, gesturing to himself. "I'm the corporate grind."
And Steve can't do anything but laugh.
He goes through the little haunted maze. El was apparently having the time of her life and waves at him from a dead end, decked out a dress she made out of bits of stapled paper. "I am very frightening," she assured Steve. "I am overdue bills."
"That is very frightening," Steve agreed and ruffled her hair before going down another short hallway.
No one jumps out. There are no bright lights. Will had drawn decorations that they'd taped to the inside of the recycled plywood warning him of imposter syndrome and sleeping past your alarm and girls. Lucas at least put in a little more effort as a basketball player, though he had his knee wrapped in a bandage they must have picked up at the pharmacy and explained to Steve that the true horrors were being benched all season.
Max had refused to put on a costume and declared that she was scary all on her own.
Even Robin was there, waving at him. There was a cooler besides her. "This is the checkpoint," she said. "All the best haunted houses have checkpoints."
Apparently, the checkpoint included his migraine medication that he'd coincidentally forgotten to take that morning and a takeaway cup of lukewarm coffee.
"I tried to keep it warm!" She flapped her hands, waving them at the cardboard cup. "I literally held it between my knees and everything. But I had to help Eddie out last night to start building and-" she paused. "Shit. I wasn't supposed to tell you that. Forget I said that! Just- drink your coffee! Or don't! Is it warm enough? It's probably not. Fuck."
Steve is always shocked at how much more he loves Robin every day.
"It's good," Steve assured her, taking a sip. "Much scarier this way. Nothing scarier than a cold cup of coffee."
When he finally does make it to the end of the maze, Eddie is right there waiting. He's dressed as a vampire, with the stupid fake teeth and blood drawn down his chin with lipstick.
"You escaped the haunted maze!" Eddie put on a show of acting shocked, horrified, angry. His speech comes out garbled from behind the plastic teeth so it sounded more like you ethcaped the ha'ted mathe! It was endearing. Charming. Perfect. "My evil plan is foiled!"
Steve smiled. He looked back at the tarp and plywood and cardboard and duct tape. "You put this all together?" He turned back. "You built me a haunted house?"
Eddie's posturing paused. Despite how much he tried, there was little Eddie could do to hide the way he turned almost shy. He took out the teeth. "Uh. Yeah. But it's no big deal."
"It's kind of a big deal."
"It's really not," said Eddie. "Just- yunno. Figured you should be included." He brightened. "And this isn't everything! We've got a party planned at Joyce's tonight. Low music, we'll keep the lights on. Kids even picked out a movie, but I can't attest to the quality."
"You built me a haunted house."
"I... did." Eddie cleared his throat. He shoved the teeth back in. "But just so you know, it was all part of my evil plan. Which you foiled, My Liege!"
Steve stepped forward. "What was it?"
Eddie paused.
"The evil plan. What was it?"
"Oh. Uh." Eddie swallowed. "Keep you in my evil clutches forever?"
Steve beamed.
Robin had to usher a group of jeering kids away from the Harrington house. It was apparently too much for them to see Steve grab Eddie by the edges of his stupid vampire cape and tug him into a kiss.
"Dracula doesn't swoon," Dustin shouted back at them, covering his eyes.
"This one does," said Steve happily, before going back to work on a very shocked Eddie.
In the end, it did take Eddie a minute to catch up. Once his brain rebooted and he was able to comprehend that he was kissing Steve Harrington, the boy he'd loved since long, long ago.
He spends that night at the party sitting on the couch with his face buried against Steve's chest while the movie played. "You'd been flirting with me?"
"Mmmhm," said Steve, popping a candy corn into his mouth.
"This whole time?"
"Yup," said Steve.
"I wasn't imagining it?"
"Nope," said Steve.
"This is real?"
"Yup," said Steve, and dropped a kiss onto the top of Eddie's head.
"Okay," rasped Eddie. "Just checking."
"Learning how dumb you were being was the scariest thing this entire halloween," Dustin mumbled from the floor.
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Oops, did i do that?
Accidentally sending a spicy pic to your crush.
The reader is more fem dressed and has a vagina in this- if you want a part b where they donât have outfits just let me know!
CW: Gender Neutral reader with a vagina and fem-like fashion, reader wears bras, no mention of having boobs.
Vox
Vox hadnât known you for very long, you were one of the newer demons working for him. Youâd applied for the job a few months ago.
In that time heâd seen you about four times, but he was honestly thinking of promoting you, you were amazing at your job, good with both the data and the customers, the only thing it seemed you couldnât do, was look at your contacts.
You werenât working tomorrow, so youâd gone out with your friends, youâd purposefully gone to one of the only clubs in the pride ring that wasnât owned by a member of the Vâs, in an effort not to run into your new boss.
Youâd gone all out tonight, spurred on by your friends, see, you had a minor crush on the TV demon, not that youâd ever entertain it. However, your friends had picked your outfit tonight, and you ended up in a gorgeous (if a bit slutty) royal blue dress, sleeveless and short, with a glittery tulle overlay, and some beautiful electric red heels.
You were messing on with your friends in the bathroom, taking photos and just genuinely having fun, already beyond tipsy now. You were sending a photo of you and another friend in the mirror to your group chat, your friend had taken the time you were fixing your hair to add Vox onto the âsend toâ people, you never noticed.
You also didnât notice your phone go off when Vox opened it.
If only that was the worst part.
You finished the night absolutely trashed, your friends working together to walk one another home, most living near one another. You, of course, were the odd on out, and the odd number.
You assured your friends it was fine, you lived in VVV tower for Lucifers sake, youâd be fine! Your friends wouldnât hear it.
One of your friends, less drunk, had messaged one of Velvettes models, whom she used to work with and asked for them to walk you back.
You got back safe and sound, still not having realised youâd sent Vox the bathroom photo, or seeing the demonâs expression as Velvettes model walked you in.
You werenât quite tired enough to sleep when you were dropped back in your room, so you messed on on your phone for a bit, before undressing. You hadnât got to taking your make up off or undoing your hair, youâd gotten your dress off, and just.. stopped.
You were in an ethereal lingerie set, clearly made with Vox in mind.
Pretty blue panties hugged your hips, red electric bolts providing straps, the lace comfortable against your pussy, your chest coved with a light blue bralette, lace spilling against your skin, and the most beautiful glitch effect chain snug around your belly.
You matched this with a black thin choker with a hanging blue electric bolt, and posed against your bed, taking a few photos, changing poses and taking more.
Your favourite was one where you were laid flat, the photo taken from above, you could see your entire body, including the heels you still hadnât taken off, and you were stairing straight at the camera with your painted lips parted.
Satisfied you went to save your photo.
Never noticing youâd sent the same photo to your boss.
Afterall, you hadnât know to take him off your list.
You were cuddled up asleep, still in the underwear, when Vox opened your photo.
You never noticed the power surge then go out, nor did you notice Voxâs name pop up on your phone.
Angel Dust
Angel had seen you around the hotel more than usual, Charlie said youâd recently quit your job to work for someone else, and it gave you more free time and flexibility.
Angel was happy for you, your boss had been a real price of work.
Still riding the high off getting a better job, youâd invited your friends out clubbing, having received a handsome final salary.
You had chosen to go to Hyper-Tech, one of Voxâs clubs, and one of the best. They had some off the greatest drinks, and, unbeknownst to you, that night they also had Angel Dust dancing.
You friends teased you relentlessly about your crush on the porn star already, and they played this off as purposeful on your part, even though youâd had no idea.
You had started the night feeling confident and pretty in your oulfit, but seeing the spider you felt a flash of self consciousness, after all, your outfit was styled on the spiders own colour theme, an off the shoulder soft pink velvet crop-top, above-knee white loose pleated skirt, and pastel pink heels with a hot pink belt and nail polish.
You friends quickly took care of that, telling you how wonderful you looked, that anyone would be lucky to see you.
And getting you drunk definitely helped, the endless stream of cocktails bought with your money, and eventually dipping into your friends supplies brought on a happy buzz.
They also greatly diminished your ability to think critically.
You never saw how Angel Dust watched you the entire time you were in the club, as you progressively got drunker, to the point Angel was shocked you could still stand, never mind walk.
Your friends however, saw how the renowned demon was watching you with concern and admiration.
They quickly concocted a plan without your input.
Angels set finished around 2 in the morning, he waited in his dressing room for you to leave.
You had planed to walk home with your friends before splitting off to the hotel, but one of your friends changed the plan, stating there was no need for you to walk them home, after all, didnât you like live in the complete opposite direction? Another friend had âneeded the bathroomâ and had walked right by Angels door, talking about how you were leaving with the third friend.
As you were arguing about the principle of walking your friends home, Angel Dust came out of club, and said he didnât mind walking you home, you lived together anyway.
Your friends quickly agreed and left, not allowing you to argue.
The whole walk back you were showered with compliments about your outfit, your dancing, your hair, your ability to drink, everything.
Angel walked you all the way to your room before leaving you.
You started to undress, but decided you wanted a photo for this occasion.
In your underwear, a pretty pale pink push-up bra, and a silky white thong, still in the hot pink heels, you took a photo in the mirror, sat on your knees staring in the mirror.
For some reason, you decided to send that to yourself instead of just saving to camera roll.
Only, you never send it to yourself. After the walk home, Angel had messaged you to sleep well, meaning he was your top contact.
Never thinking to check, you simply threw on a pale pink baby doll, took your heels and make up off, and went to bed.
Alastor
Alastor showing up to help at the hotel had never been in your plan.
The radio demon was always an unobtainable shadow, someone you could safely crush on from your own mind, because he would never be in your reach.
Except..
Now he was.
Now not to be foolish, you had figured from his interactions and reactions that Alastor was most likely somewhere on the Ace or Aro spectrum, and you would never push anything onto him.
But you could never even get close enough to talk to him, never mind ask about the possibility of him being on the spectrum.
So you hid. Everytime Alastor was around, you werenât.
Alastor was cooking? You werenât hungry. Al was helping with the daily running? You had work. Alastor was in the library? You didnât want to read anyways.
Alastor always noticed your absence.
Instead you poured over everything and anything about the radio demon.
When he appeared, what he did, where he could have been in the seven years, his rise to power, his abilityâs, his domain, everything.
Your crush on the radio demon was a foolish one, but that didnât stop you from having it.
From dreaming of picnics and ice cream dates, of long walks down the streets of hell, to him taking you apart with his words alone, voice wrapping around you.
And when he stopped those muggers?
You went weak.
So, yea, your crush was unobtainable, in the highest scene.
You could still dress up though.
And you did, frequently.
In pantsuits of dark crimson, to the bloody scarlet ball gown, for the party.
Alastors eyes never left you that night.
Mostly, it was under your clothes.
Pretty crimson baby dolls. Black lacy thongs. Scarlett bralettes. Everything. Your camera roll was full of photos of yourself in the underwear, posing this way and that, full of imagination and hopes you would never act on.
Oh how youâd positively die if anyone saw.
That didnât stop you.
Right now you were dressed in a darling crimson corset, embroidered with darker lace, tied tight, paired with dark scarlet panties, pussy damp against the lace as you lost yourself slightly in a fantasy, black heels and a black necklace, you had posed side on to the camera, staring straight ahead, knees folded underneath you and head tilted slightly up, arms held behind your back.
You heard your shutter go off and stood, getting dressed in a black lace camisole, taking of the corset and heels before heading to bed.
Picking your phone up on the way, you saved the photo to your folder.
Surely, you should have expected naming your folder âAlastor<3â to backfire, but..
Maybe this was a Freudian slip?
Itâs not like you even noticed youâd sent it, and you were asleep by the time your phone when off.
Lucifer
Youâd seen the King of Hell maybe twice, once in passing, and once when he came to the hotel.
It was more than enough for you to crush on the child-like King, falling in love with his attitude and personality, drawn further in by his looks and kindness.
By the time the charity ball came around, you were completely lost for him.
Lucifer showed up in a white suit, not too different from his normal attire, only more fancy, more Kingly, so to speak.
You had taken Angels advice and dressed to impress.
Angel Dust was the only one who knew about the feelings you had for the fallen angel, and he took every opportunity to tease you for it, but he was also your biggest supporter.
You and Angel had knows each other almost as long as youâd been in hell, so his help was soothing for you, and you smiled as the spider laced up the golden gown youâd picked.
It was a golden off-the-shoulder ball gown, with a soft cover of glittery tulle over the top, the skirt flaring out, reaching the floor, covered in rose embroidered embellishments, and paired with bloody red heels, and a glittering clutch.
Charlie had told you all to go all out, and you and Angel did not disappoint.
The two of you descended together, and you caught site of the King before quickly moving your eyes, your blush almost matching your clutch.
Charlie swanned around you, telling you how amazing you looked, and look at your hair!
Angel got you a flute of champagne before leaving you to find Husk.
Traitors.
You walked around the party, dancing with people here and there, doing your best to avoid looking at the King.
You never saw that his eyes never left your form, or how he glared at everyone who touched you.
The king had tried more than once to get close to you, if not to dance with you, to at least tell you how amazing you looked, but you always seemed to move at just the right time.
Charlie had been snapping photos of you the whole night, sending them to her dad, even she saw the two of you pining for one another.
Your flute was never empty, and unfortunately for you, Angel could always recognise when you were about to bolt, and he and Husk would step in to talk to you and prevent it.
Did you mention traitors?
By the time you were finally able to leave, you were definitely tipsy, clutching Angels arm as the two of you ascended the stairs, congratulating yourself on managing to avoid the King.
Angel saw the way Lucifer was watching you, but you didnât.
By the time you were in your room and Angel had left after unlacimg your dress, âwe went all blessed with long arms, Aâây!â, you wanted a special photo.
So you got ready.
You kept your heels on and striped to your underwear, a strapless golden bra with a red bow in the center, trimmed in lace, and panties to match, also trimmed in lace. You kept the sparkly fishnets on too, and your makeup on, before finiding a pose you liked.
Finally settling on a pose wherein you were laid on your back, your knees up and tilted slightly to the side, one hand on your breast, the other just above your head, and your face tilted towards your phone, positioned slightly higher than you, and just above your head.
You smiled at the photo, and went to save it.
You never looked.
Lucifer had got your number of Charlie to tell you how nice youâd looked. Your response?
A photo.
You were asleep by the time Lucifers own response came in.
Husk
Husk hadnât taken much notice of you at first, only that you seemed to come and go with Angel, Husk later learned you were Angels shadow so to speak, Valentino payed you prettily just to follow and protect the star.
Husk noticed you more as you came out more without Angel, not being needed as often when you were in the hotel.
You and the barcat had had some quite good conversations, and some even better discussions.
You knew your way around cards that was for sure, and the cat loved talking with you about card tricks.
Sure no one could match him in card tricks, but hearing you talk about them? Something just felt different.
Husk worried about you and Angel a lot, especially when you both came back late, Angel looking trashed, and you looking slightly high on those nights. It took Husk months to realise Valentino was drugging you both, more so Angel. On those nights, Husk would stay up late to make sure you and Angel ate and drank before going to bed.
Husk never brought it up, and Angel didnât remember, so you never spoke about it. If the cat didnât want to bring it up why should you?
Husk did notice his favourite snack appearing on the bar in the mornings however.
Your crush on the cat had started before you even began talking to him, but those conversations, the way he treated you, how he never made you seem unimportant, the way he looked after you and Angel after Val had been upset?
You were gone.
And the cat was your new home.
Not that youâd ever tell him of course, you would never risk ruining such a wonderful friendship like that.
Of course, there were also nights like these. When Val needed Angel for publicity, those were the best. You both got to dress up and basically just party, no forced drugs or alcohol, just fun.
Youâd dressed in an orange one-shoulder skin-tight slip dress, with a split up-to your thigh, paired with glittery purple heels, a clutch and jewellery, with black card themed earrings.
Husk had seen you just before you got into Voxâs limo and dropped his bottle of cheap alcohol, sending Niffty into a cleaning/laughing fit.
You and Angel didnât get back until 1 in the morning, both of you slightly buzzed, but pretty much sober, not having been forced to fed any drugs and having eaten at the gala.
Husk had tried to stay up.
You feel deeper when you realised the barcat was asleep at his post because he was waiting for you. Sending Angel to bed, you walked over to the barcat and gently shook him awake, telling him he could go to bed.
From here Husk noticed the earrings, and flushed, jolting backwards and falling.
You giggled a little before apologising for startling him, which he waved off.
He headed to bed and you got back to your room. Taking your dress off you caught sight of your self in the mirror.
Pretty orange panties with a tiny club embroidered in at the side, deep orange plunge bra with a spade on the left cup, purple bracelet, necklace, and shoes, pretty orange make-up, and a heart and diamond earring set.
You needed a photo.
Fussing around a bit you finally settled on a pose with you laying slightly over the end of the bed, head and chest tilted down, knees pulled up to the side, camera angled too capture everything, arms by your head, and full body on display.
You changed into some sleep clothes after the photos, and in your sleepy state sent them to Husk, instead of simply saving them.
You didnât wake up until well after Husk responded.
Lute.
Lute had noticed you as soon as youâd joined Adamâs ranks.
Of course she had.
You were the prettiest exterminator Lute had had the pleasure of seeing.
She pestered Adam until he agreed Lute could have her own assistant.
That of course, was you.
Lute loved having you work with her.
Yes all your conversations were about work, and you treat her like your boss, not a colleague, but it wa a better than when you werenât talking at all.
You were still reeling from the change in position so fast, and now having to deal with the angel you were crushing on at all hours of the day?
Your poor heart couldnât deal.
You were a blushing mess under your mask every time Lute spoke to you, praising yourself every time you got through an answer without stumbling or stuttering on the words.
Your friends were relentless with the teasing, going as far as to create hand signals to tease you even on the training fields.
Regardless you excelled.
You had to be the best.
And so you were.
Lute often asks what fuels you, and you always stumbled through a bullshit answer, never remembering what youâd said before.
You never gave her the same answer.
You couldnât exactly tell your now boss the reason you did so well was so she would notice you, could you?
Shadowing Lute meant shadowing Adam. He usually left you alone for the most part though.
It meant going to fancy angel partyâs. With out your mask.
You forced your friends to help you get ready.
Gorgeous black knee length dress, clinched at the waist, with silvery heels, a silver necklace, a silver clutch, and purple earrings, your hair done all nice and make up to compliment the outfit.
Your friends told you you looked stunning, and when Lute saw you, she had to agree.
You spent the entire party following Lute around, you didnât know any of the people here and you were anxious.
Lute kept your champagne topped up, eventually switching you to something a little harder when it became clear you wouldnât settle on the sparkling liquid alone, not used to the alcohol you got drunk fast.
Adam allowed Lute to leave early, so she could take you home.
Lute got you in safely and even placed an aspirin and water on your bedside table, before leaving you, messaging your phone to let you know whatâs happened.
Meanwhile, youâd striped down to a gray lacy bralette, with matching high waisted panties, pretty silver heels, make-up still on and earrings still in.
You wanted a photo.
You set your phone up, and posed, on you knees on your bed, heels just visible, leaned back slightly, one hand behind your bed in a stretch and one on the bed, eyes looking just beyond the camaraderie.
Happy with the results, you went to save the picture, instead, sending it to Lute, who opened it as soon as she got home.
Bye the time Lute replied, you were curled up ontop of your covers, heels still on, sleeping deeply.
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eddie knows his crush on steve harrington is a hopeless cause, okay?
he's somehow been friends with steve long enough to know what he looks like when he's flirting, what he looks like when he has a crush, when his sights are set on someone very non-eddie munson shaped. he also now knows how to hide his jealousy in a fake smirk that he flashes steve's way when yet another pretty girl walks their way with her sights set on him and a smirk of her own.
eddie always watches as steve reaches out a hand just so to gently brush it against a lovely lady's arm with that charming fucking smile and sees how that lovely lady will always melt at the touch. and who could blame her? certainly not eddie, the same eddie who's had his own sights set on steve harrington for what feels like a life time. if anyone knows how painfully a heart can beat when it sees him from across the room and imagines a date and a future and a life with steve, it would be eddie.
but that's where it ends. steve harrington, the ladies man that he is, always stops things there with a smile and a wave thrown in the woman's direction as she walks away. it throws eddie for a loop every time. he would watch the two flirt for minutes that that felt like torturous hours for him only for it to end with a disappointed look on her face and steve turning his attention back to eddie like nothing had happened.
it makes no sense.
"i don't get it, man," he says one day as steve lets yet another girl walk away down to the opposite end of the grocery store aisle they're in. steve's turned back to staring at the shopping list in his hand and is muttering to himself instead of watching her walk away like eddie is, disbelief coloring his face.
"don't get what?" steve asks back, not bothering to look up until the silence goes on for too long. his eyes land on eddie's and he frowns slightly, shaking his head slowly. "... did i miss something?"
eddie reels back, eyebrows furrowing together and motions his arms every which way, from the girl's retreating form to the empty space around them.
"steve, you're just going to let her walk away and not get her number? she was obviously hitting on you, dude."
he watches as steve's face crinkles slightly before smoothing out and shrugs his shoulders, turning back to grab the cat food eddie feeds to the strays off the shelf. he lurches forward and places his hands on steve's shoulders to face him, watching as his eyes go wide.
"what do you want me to say?" steve shrugs again and eddie can feel the movement under his hands. "i guess i wasn't feeling it."
eddie sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face before returning it back to steve's shoulder. "wasn't feeling it... steve, i'm gay, not blind. you two obviously were hitting it off with your fucking charming lines and flirty eyes. you always do this and it makes zero fucking sense-"
"-you're gay?"
steve says a bit too loud for eddie's liking even if they are currently hidden in the pet food aisle. heat floods his cheeks and he throws a hand cover steve's mouth while shushing him to keep him from saying it again. he sees steve's eyes go even wider and feels warmth spreading under his fingers.
is steve...
"you knew this!" eddie accuses in a whisper and tries to breathe evenly while steve's gaze travels all over his face. "we talked about it with robin that one time!"
... is he blushing?
there's a sudden pressure at his side and he looks down to see steve's fingers curling over his waist. eddie takes in a stuttering breath and brings his own wide eyes up to meet steve's. it's like looking in a fun house mirror, seeing his flush creeping up steve's neck and watching steve blink in time with him. he can feel when steve tries to say something, his lips ghosting over his palm and eddie pulls back like he's been burned, but steve's hand stays right where it is on his side.
"i absolutely would have remembered if you told me that before," he says and his voice is a little breathless. "there's no way i was there when you guys talked about it."
eddie thinks back to the party when he and robin were huddled up on their couch together. argyle and nancy were dancing in their socks on the living room floor, bouncing around to some experimental track that had been badly recorded on a cassette. jonathan was sitting at the coffee table snapping photos of them, joint hanging from his lips and easy smile spreading on his face.
eddie's trying to pinpoint where steve is in this memory and that's usually the easiest thing for him to remember, but he can't...
until suddenly he can, because steve walked in through the sliding door with his shirt over his shoulder and his swim trunks low on his hips and water dripping down his chest and a cigarette behind his ear and the sunset bleeding in through the windows was painting him golden and he was walking over to dance with nancy with a wide grin pulling at his cheeks and-
"god, i'm gay," eddie had breathed out. robin followed his line of sight and nodded because she gets it like she has a steve problem of her own and that was that.
eddie focuses back in on steve while they stand in the fucking pet food aisle, focuses on the shrill jingle pouring out of the grocery store speakers and not on the way he can hear his heartbeat in his ears, focuses on the way steve can look good even in harsh fluorescent lights.
"well, now you know," is all he can breath out.
steve smiles, all white teeth and crinkled eyes, and his fingers curl even tighter around eddie's waist as he takes a half step even further into his personal space.
"you're why," steve says back easily and eddie reminds himself to breathe as the other side of his waist suddenly has a hand covering it, too. "i don't take their numbers, i don't give them mine, i don't go on the stupid dates they ask me out on because..."
the fingers dance up his side and eddie can't breathe.
"... they're not you, so why would i?"
eddie sends up a silent thank you to whoever is listening that they're hidden away from prying eyes in the pet food aisle so he can lean it and learn for the first time what steve's smile tastes like.
#under a read more solely for length one day i'll learn how to write short things#me everyday: oh this would be fun to write about! maybe 2 paragraphs or so!#and then this happens#steddie#steddie headcanon#my writing#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie drabble#steddie ficlet
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