#pls don’t take my silly ass serious

[sparklingcid3r]

having darry look abt two seconds away from boxing with the entire gang is the only right way to portray him in any promotional image

[whyse7vn]

LEAKED -

[ ot7 x reader ]

EXO 💜

8 participants - 7 online

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jimin: namjoon is having an episode rn

y/n: is it a beach one?

namjoon: THE WHOLE WORLD THINKS I SMOKE CRACK??:)::£:££;,&&

jin: don’t think it’s a beach one

jk: i think we’re gonna go to jail :/

yoongi: how tf did the gc even get leaked?

hobi: it was god punishing us for our sins

yoongi: what

hobi: smoked some weed and god told me himself no joke

y/n: when are you not high at this point…

jimin: did you leak it hobi?

hobi: i’ll leak ur nudes

jimin: you don’t have my nudes

hobi: that’s what you think

jimin: ??

hobi: whattttttttt

namjoon: DO YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND HOW SERIOUS THIS IS???!?!:!!:

y/n: /super srs

hobi: super shy

jin: i don’t like the way he’s shouting at us

jk: wow guys did you know that namjoon smokes crack wow i never knew that joon you smoke crack??? that’s a bit crazy 😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨

namjoon: SHUT THE FUCK UP

jimin: yikes!!!!!!!!!!!!

jk kicked tae out of “EXO💜”

namjoon: ?????????????????

jk: he just called me said he has a new number

and to kick the old one idk

don’t shout at me again pls i’m sensitive

i know ur on crack pls don’t do anything crazy to me

i’m sorry

jk added (+82) 2 ******** to “EXO💜”

(+82) 2 ********: hey guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(+82) 2 ******** changed their nickname to “tae”

yoongi: telling you now it’s 110% his fault

jin: so why did u change ur number?

tae: funny story actually!

hobi: dear heavenly father

jimin: watch this story not be funny at all

tae: long story short it was leaked

jk: LOL 😭😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣😭😭🤣🤣🤣

ur right was a funny story

jin: shut up jungkook

jimin: ….

y/n: ok how was it leaked tho?

tae: so don’t be mad at me

but i was maybe at a party last night

and then i was talking to this girl (i only have eyes for u promise)

and i was SOOO sure that i knew her

so when she asked if she could use my phone to check the train times i was like ofc what the heck i’m a nice guy!

but she was like taking 7 years to find the train times she was looking for

and when i say she was taking ages she was taking AGESSS

and ofc i was at a party so i was in fact a little drunk

so naturally i needed to pee

and i was NOT about to hold it

when i need to go i need to go

so i left her with my phone to go pee

yoongi: ….

tae: and when i came back

guess what

jk: she turned into an ant???

tae: close but no

i couldn’t find her

jimin: how was that close??

tae: i was all like where did she go???

jk: maybe she needed to pee too

tae: THATS WHAT I THOUGHT

so i like stood there for 20 mins

and then i realised it doesn’t take girls THAT long to pee

like y/n pees in 2 seconds no joke

y/n: ?/?/!£:£,£&,&

WHY ARE YOU TIMING HOW LONG IT TAKES ME TO PEE?????

jimin: maybe she was shitting

yoongi: why are we talking about girls going to the toilet….

tae: I ALSO THOUGHT THAT TOO

then i was like that’s stupid girls don’t do that 😭

jk: yeah ur silly 😭😭

y/n: ???

hobi: hallelujah amen

tae: so then i started looking around for her

and then i asked hyungsik (was his party)

where ella was (that was the girls name so i thought)

jimin: white ass name

tae: AND THEN HE WAS LIKE

ella??? who is ella???

and i was like the girl who made that really good cake that one time??? with the long brown hair???

and he was like?????

and i was like????

then he was like don’t you mean d?

now i’m confused as fuck like who tf is d??

then he said the guy with the long brown hair who made us that really good cake that one time

so i was like whose ella then???

and he was like idk???

and i kid you not as soon as i started walking away from hyungsik and i saw the ella girl

with MY phone in her hands might i add

so i was like HEY WHO ARE YOU??

then she literally dropped my phone on the cold hard floor and ran away

the end

jk: wow that story was really emotional loved every second of it ❤️

tae: thank you people often tell me i have a way with words

jimin: so this ella girl leaked it then?

tae: i think so it only makes sense

namjoon: SO UR THE REASON THE GC WAS LEAKED??????????????

yoongi: told you

tae: no???

ella was the reason MY number was leaked that’s it

jk: i though her name wasn’t ella

tae: no ur right

*“ella”

y/n: how long did she have ur phone for?

tae: like 2 hours idk

namjoon: 2 HOURS WITH UR PHONE UNSUPERVISED?/):£:£:£,£,&,&

tae: ok she had my phone for like an hour 15 unsupervised

i was there for the first 45

namjoon: ARE YOU STUPID!/

tae: no my iq like 1500

yoongi: -1500

jimin: x 10

tae: why does namjoon keep shouting is he like getting shot at as we speak or something

hobi: oh gracious lord do you hear me?

jimin: tae go on twitter

tae: why

did yoongi unblock me omg? 🥺

yoongi: no.

jimin: just go look

hobi: save our souls oh mighty lord

tae: NO WAY JOONS A CRACK ADDICT LOLLLLLL

makes sense tho!

how they find that out??

did you crack out in public or something?

you sniff crack or swallow?

sorry im not used to these type of drugs you gotta let me know how u consume

i’m new to this not true to this >.<

waITTT THIS IS SO G-DRAGON CORE

wasn’t he coked out at the airport the other day?

oh wait are coke and crack different??

i’m sorry i didn’t mean to offend u joon

crack users rise up 🙏🏼⬆️ (namjoon)

namjoon: STOP SPEAKING

jimin: scroll down on the dispatch page

tae: omg is there a video of him or something??

y/n: even better!

tae: WAIT WHAT THE FUCK

/£:££:£;&;&&:&&;&;&;&;&:&;&/@/&:&,&,£:£

WHY WOULD DIAPSTXHX

OHMY)@/‘d/££:£:&..

OUR GC WAS LEAKED????/):)/££::&&:,&&;&;&:££:£:£;£:&;&:&:&:&:&;&;

WHY WOULD THEY SAY JENNIE WAS MY GF?/£:££:&;&,&;&;&;

yoongi: that’s the part that bothers you?

tae: I HAVE NO RELATIONS WITH THAT WOMAN

y/n look me in the eyes

jk: ur homophobia ones?

tae: what?

jk: hobi said

hobi: homophobia

y/n: heterochromia?

jin: hippopotamus

hobi: IF YOU SEE ME AND YOU TRYNA SEE WHATS UP

SKEEYEEE

yoongi: wow

hobi: yoongi god hates us

yoongi: get a grip

namjoon: THERE IS NO GRIP TO BE GOTTEN DONT YOU UNDERSTAND THIS LITERALLY COULD BE THE END OF US

LIKE BTS

US

OUR CAREERS

jimin: dramatic lol

im sure people will still fuck with us even tho they know you guys kiss each other on the mouth pop percs and are a little racist

i mean look at nct!

and

like

….

bigbang!!!!

bigbang still have fans right?

i’m pretty sure!!!

y/n: ?????????????????????????????

jk: racist

who?????

NOT ME

i hope

i thought jimin was sexist and fatphobic not racist oh my god 😥😥😥😰😰

it keeps getting worse

jin: idk what joons talking about actually this could be the end of HIS career

not mine

see ME personally i’ve done nothing wrong

this is like the start of my career actually

the end is nowhere is sight for kim seokjin

jimin: 12 year olds on twitter are dragging you for hating newjeans

jin: what

jk: wait yoongi broke woozi’s nose???

yoongi: no

y/n: HE DID

hobi: this is the end

jin: did woozi fight back????

personally i think woozi is a good fighter

i’ve said this before small men carry the biggest rage!!!!!

yoongi: idk a woozi

y/n: shut up

yoongi: kisses :3

namjoon: CAN YOU GUYS BE SERIOUS FOR ONCE IN UR LIFE

jimin:

tae: LAMOSODOD WHY DID THEY PUT HOLLY BEHIND BARS

yoongi: HUH??????????

namjoon: oh my god i’m gonna shoot you all

hobi: see it starts with holly behind bars then it’s us next

jk: no 😰

hobi: everyone say sorry god

jk: i’m sorry god please forgive me and my friends

yoongi: why did they actually put my dog

behind bars

what the actual fuck did my dog do

??????

who makes these things

why is my dog behind bars

jk: do you think i can survive jail…

tae: ofc i’ll fuck for you!

*fight for you

jimin: wtf????????

tae: i was thinking about y/n sorry

jk: you mean it 🥺

tae: is cheese on the floor?

y/n: what does that even mean

jk: yes 😭

hobi: i see the light

god is that you???

namjoon: ur pissing me off stop speaking

jimin:

jk: i’m sorry namjoon 🥺

namjoon: is that sarcasm?

jk: who?

namjoon: all of you can kill yourselves

namjoon left “exo💜”

jin: ok but i didn’t even do anything

tae: so like…. is this fr my fault?

yoongi: yes ❤️

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part one HERE

sorry LMAO this is ass whyse7vn funny comeback soon i pray >:(

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[writefightandflightclub]

You look good

Santiago “Pope” Garcia x fem!reader

Summary: you and Santi have been dancing around This Thing between you for some time now. Is a costume party the place to make it happen? Even if Santi hates costume parties?

Genre: Some silliness, some steam, some fluff.

Rating: M (18+ only, minors DNI!)

A/n: this is a heinously late Halloween blurb I forgot in my drafts, pls forgive 🥹

Warnings: alcohol/party, teasing poor Santi, flirting and suggestive language, use of “bad girl”, mild dim/sub dynamic (sorta), making out.

Gif by @userpoe

“You didn’t even dress-up, loser?” Benny shouts across the now cramped space of your living room. Apparently even your prime real estate feels tiny with three burly guys and one Short King plus you in there.

“I didn’t have time,” Santiago yells back over the rendition of Red Right Hand Frankie is currently blasting through your Bluetooth speakers.

Benny takes a generous swig of his beer, which is cut short by an eruption of a hyena-like laugh from his mouth. “Bull shit. Look at you!”

Watching the exchange from a slight distance as you stir up the bowl of punch, you simply have to laugh. How many years has it been now, and he’s still so damn susceptible to being wound up?

It’s too easy.

Santi has an uncanny ability to look inordinately tense at times. This mother fucker is cool as a cat in the field, and yet when things cut loose sometimes he can be just a little… stiff.

Case in point - here he is, perching his generous ass right on the edge of your couch, looking all serious, despite being surrounded by Benny the zombie boxer, Frankie dressed as Woody from Toy Story, and Will as… whatever the hell Will is.

“Come on,” Benny continues, as Santiago becomes increasingly tetchy. “Like you didn’t spend two hours getting ready?”

“I don’t need that long to look good, dipshit.”

“You do look nice, Pope,” you compliment as you wander over, dishing out fresh glasses of punch. He does. Looks so good it makes your loins ache. Has you entertaining all sorts of fantasies you know will likely come to nothing.

“Thanks,” he responds bashfully, blinking up at you from beneath those impossibly long lashes of his.

“But, we were all supposed to be something.”

There he goes again, instantly on the defensive, his eyebrow arcing - all perturbed, like. “Why are you picking on me? What in the hell is Ironhead supposed to be?”

“Well… Will has a hat,” you defend, your nose crinkling since, in honesty, you’re not exactly sure. He has a point. Will looks at the floor and shakes his head, clearly disappointed that none of you dum dums get his niche references.

“You gotta dress up, pendejo,” Frankie slurs, mid-boogie.

“Is he drunk already?” Benny asks behind his hand as Frankie continues obliviously throwing shapes as the track skips on to Monster Mash. Looks like the infamous Five Drink Frankie is in town. Good - he’s a hoot.

“It’s rare that he has a babysitter,” Will rationalises. “He’s making the most of it.”

Five Drink Frankie pipes up. “Never fear Santiago, we can find you a costume.”

He waves his palms dismissively in front of him. “Eh, I don’t think so.”

“We can wrap you in toilet roll,” Will snickers, winking at you as you both watch Santi get riled up - with increasing amusement.

“No. Noooooo!” Frankie protests with gusto. “Tin foil. Gotta be.”

“Why does it gotta be, hermano?” A laugh bobs in Santi’s throat but it’s nervous. He scoops his palm around his stubbled jaw.

“Because you should be the tin man.” Frankie states, point blank at Santi, and for a long, stretched moment, the man shows no signs of humouring him. He’s obviously not getting the joke.

“Alright,” he finally concedes, voice taut amidst the rolling laughter of his companions in the room. “Hit me with it.”

Frankie winds up with relish. “You should be the tin man. ‘Cause you’re part silver and your knees creak if they’re not oiled.” He emits a throaty chuckle. “Oh and because you’re a heartless S.O.B.,” he adds for good measure, clearly in jest.

It’s funny. Frankie turns to high five Benny. Your chest tightens with mirth.

It’s funny, and it’s made all the more funny by the fact Santiago is not even remotely amused. For Christ’s sake - he knows fine well that Frankie adores him, and yet he still can’t mange to take it entirely on that perfectly sculpted chin.

“Ooh! But I do kinda like that idea,” you encourage with a shit-eating grin. You always did enjoy riling him. Had always entertained the idea that at some point he’d finally make you pay for it in ways you would enjoy. “We could wrap you in tin foil, you’ll be good to go.”

His dark eyes flick towards you, silently admonishing you for egging Morales on, and his stern look sends a flare of heat to your middle. “How about no.”

You jut out your lower lip and put on your best baby voice. “But you can cook like a little potato on the dance floor.” You jiggle your arms in a cute little dance.

Santi, for his part, squirms uncomfortably in his seat. “Yeah. Look. Costume’s just not gonna happen.”

You plonk yourself next to him on the couch, wrapping your arm around him and giving him a friendly jostle. Shit he smells good tonight. “Aww. Come on. Why are you being such a stick in the mud, Santiago?”

“I just don’t want to look stupid.”

“Like the costume was ever the problem there,” Benny snickers, and there is a resurgence of laughter in the room.

“Why not?” Will needles, evidently seeing a thread the rest of you have dropped. “Who you trying to impress, Pope?”

He tenses. Rubs his palms together like they’ve suddenly become clammy. Clears his throat several times and squirms a little in his seat. “N-Nobody.”

God you hope he’s trying to impress you. You and he have been skirting around this thing for months now, and you are practically begging that he’ll finally drum up the courage to make a move.

You all but beg him now with your eyes, flashing him a sultry stare. “Okay. Fine,” you drop your voice lower, leaning in to him. “Be a spoilsport if you like. But if you don’t dress up, I’m not putting my outfit on.”

His head swivels towards you, expression non-plussed. “I don’t care.”

You hold his gaze. “Oh, but you will. Because my outfit is very, very slutty.”

Santiago clears his throat again. Begins to nod, ever so slowly. Opens his mouth and closes it wordlessly, pouting his beautiful lips together.

“I’ll get the tin foil, hermano!” Frankie shouts jubilantly, seeing Santi collapse like a house of cards in the face of your expert negotiation.

“Nicely played,” Will praises as Santiago is frogmarched towards the kitchen, still grumbling but not quite protesting as much as he had been prior.

“Fashion him a little hat, Francisco!” Benny calls after him, face glowing with sheer, childlike delight.

“Fucking… Pendejos,” Santiago curses through his teeth as Frankie plants his hands firmly on his shoulders from behind, pressing him onward.

He pats him on the shoulder. “I’ve seen her outfit, man. Trust me. You’ll be thanking me later.”

With glee, you skip to the drawer and fish out the tin foil, holding it up with a giggle of delight.

He sighs, ever so reluctantly positioning himself in the centre of the floor, arms and legs spread out like a starfish, and resigned to his fate. “Come on then. Just do it.”

“Get him sorted, will you, Frankie? I’m going upstairs… to hold up my end of the bargain.”

You wink at Santiago as you sweep out, your chaotic laughter trailing behind you.

You do so enjoy riling him. You just really wish he’d finally do something about it.

***

You spring down the stairs as soon as Will calls to announce your Lyft is arrived, and you squeal as you see Santiago glinting in his aluminium costume, nestled amongst the throng of men gathered in your hallway.

“Haha! Cute!” you praise in delight, clapping your hands together with glee as you note that Frankie did indeed fashion him a little hat. You admire it, sat all askew and pointy on top of that bed of curls, secured under his chin with a piece of blue cooking twine. Damn. Frankie really got good at the crafting thing since his daughter started pre-school, huh?

Santiago swivels towards the sound of you, crinkling as he does so. And, when he sees you, his face drops in shock… and not in a good way. “Wait. Where’s your outfit?”

“Meh. I decided against it. A little too cold out there for something so skimpy.”

The other boys titter at how well you played him, and they begin to pile out of your door towards your waiting ride.

Santiago however, remains standing there, getting his little panties all in a twist. “Well then what are you? What have you come as?”

“Mmm,” you hum, sliding your body up beside him. Dipping your mouth all close to the shell of his ear. “What have I come as, Santiago?”

“Uh huh.” A hard swallow bobs down his throat as your breath fans against his neck. You know fine well that you get him all hot and bothered - a fact you take pride in.

You pause, lightly licking your lips for effect. And, when your voice comes again, it is dripping with honey. “I’ve come as someone that you’re gonna hook up with later. Is that alright with you, Santiago?”

The man is frozen -welded- to his spot in the doorway. Entirely arrested there, even as you sweep off down the path. You turn, watching him stupefied, and you offer him a cheeky, smug wink.

You can see the possibilities swimming in his lust-blown stare, but, naturally, the boys ensure he is torn all too harshly from his burgeoning fantasies.

“Shit!” Frankie shouts as he notes his buddy stood there, completely frozen. “Oil his knees! Somebody oil his goddamn knees!”

Laughter erupts again, and Santiago finally regains the power of movement as the undesirable teasing snaps him out of his stupor.

You take sudden pity on him, and you hold out your hand for him as he crinkles his way up the path. “Come on my little potato,” you encourage with a lopsided smile, even as the rest of the boys continue to rib him.

“Worth it.” He says through gritted teeth, as though psyching himself up for a whole night of this. “It’s gonna be worth it.”

You dip forward to plant a chaste kiss on his grumpy cheek and then you clamber inside, all of you taking your seats and clipping in.

You end up in the row to the front with Frankie and Will, Santi and Benny buckled in directly behind you. You can’t help but tune in to their conversation as the car pulls off, wheeling its way toward your destination.

“You look fucking stupid man,” Benny howls as he gets another fresh look at Santi.

“Right. And you don’t?” he bites.

“No,” Benny responds confidently, characteristically unphased. “Because I’m owning it.” You can’t even see Benny right now, but if you had to guess you’d say he’s likely flexing.

“Well whatever. Pretty sure I’m going to get the last laugh.”

“How come?”

“Because she says she’s hooking up with me tonight.”

Your lips curl into a smug grin, and you can practically feel those dark delicious eyes of his boring into the back of your head.

Oh he wants you, alright. He knows fine well you can hear him too. Such a tease.

“Aww buddy,” Benny consoles, tittering lightly and it’s not at all the reaction Santi was expecting - you can tell.

“What?”

“She’s said that to all of us.”

It’s true. You have. To every single one of them.

You’ve been bad.

Bad like you’re trying to get a rise out of him. Trying to piss him off. Is it really your fault if a lot of your fantasies are quite… specific? That you’d like him to… punish you a lil bit? You don’t think that’s so terrible, right?

You swivel in your seat, turning your head just enough then to see Santi’s aggrieved stare. You counter it, with a wolfish grin and a devilish wink, and he continues to stare you down.

“Oops,” you purr innocently, and you thrill as you watch Santi seethe, eyes blackened and brows drawn down.

Oh oh. Were you really so bad?

Sure you were. But is he going to do a damn thing about it? Probably not. He never does.

Safe to say, he’s pretty quiet for the rest of the journey.

You can only wonder what he’s thinking about, while you imagine kissing him senseless.

***

You pull up to the venue and you all pile out, already pretty raucous before you’ve even gotten inside.

That is, except for Santiago, who has become disconcertingly still all of a sudden. Unusually quiet, and even more intense than usual.

And, moments before you enter, lagging behind the group, your wrist is caught by the firm grip of his warm hand and he holds you back, guiding you towards the nearest wall. Walking forward until he pins you in place.

“You’ve been a real bad girl tonight, huh?” he purrs, the brown in his eyes engulfed by his lust-blown pupils. “You know that?”

“Of course I do.” You jut your chin out to him defiantly. “But what the hell are you gonna do about it?”

You challenge him. You look at his plush mouth. You drag your tongue along your lower lip, devouring him with your gaze. And in just a moment of you eyeing him hungrily it happens.

Happens like it always does. Unfortunately.

He loses his nerve.

In a split second, all of his bluster has gone. Collapsed. Evaporated. No more.

It’s… disappointing.

It’s less than ideal.

Of course, you could make the move yourself. Have entertained the possibility more times than you could count. But, considering the stories you’ve heard about him - the way he loves and leaves - you want him to be very sure about you. You want him to show you that he’s sure, and all you’ve had so far is him blowing hot and cold.

“Hmm. I thought so. Your problem is you’re all talk, Santiago. Like you were finally going to make an actual move on me? I should know better.”

His brows draw down, but other than that he has no response.

It’s always this way, and that’s just not going to work for you. You like a man who knows exactly what he wants. Who makes you feel sure he can handle you. Yes - even when you’ve been “bad”.

You press your palms against his chest and create some space for you to extricate yourself. “Always some excuse. This time it’ll be the costume, right?” You wait, but still he has nothing. “Foiled again.” Still nothing. You rap your fist on his tin man chest. “Your heart’s not in it.”

Still. Nothing.

Right. Okay. Figures. But he’s running out of chances. Does he want you or not? All signs point to yes, but it never quite materialises.

What’s stopping him?

You throw your hands up in the air dismissively, and you turn on your heel to walk away. Maybe for the last time. But, Santi’s small voice arrests you. “I should have come as a lion.”

You spin back towards him and fold your arms tiredly, stomping one heeled foot. “What?!”

“I should have come as the cowardly fuckin’ lion.”

You examine his expression, and he looks entirely earnest. Okay. You’re keen to see where he’s going with this. “Why? Is the tin foil too scratchy or…?”

“No, dumbass.” He walks towards you, and he gently unknots your arms, talking both of your hands in his. The warmth of his touch sends tingles snaking up your arms. “Because I’ve wanted to be with you for so long, but I’ve never had the courage to show you.” Your breath hitches in your throat as he powers closer, clear purpose and intention roping through his body. “Never had the courage to do this.”

“T-To do what, Santiago?!”

And, in answer to your question, he finally kisses you. It’s a sure kiss. Not a scrap of hesitation on the man any longer.

It is everything you have waited for. Dreamed of.

His broad hands are splayed and coursing up your back, to your neck, cradling your head as he dips his lips towards yours. You feel oh so secure and safe in his strong encircling arms.

His sturdy body is clamped close to yours, his torso arching and his tummy pressing up against you. His ample thigh is jammed in between your legs and offering an insistent pressure against your mound. You cant your hips against him and the shift sends a pleasant, resonant hum right to the tips of your toes. A warmth folding around your rib cage.

His tongue is leading, supple and confident and opening you up, the kiss deep and dirty and smug, delving into you with a promise that this is only the beginning. That he has a whole lot more to give.

He’s in control, and it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

You melt into him, into his form, liquid in his arms, and snake your fingers into his grizzled curls, pulling his kiss even deeper. His stubble grazes your cheek as his mouth works hungrily against you, and you deliver abortive, breathy moans into the cave of him as he devours you.

He overcomes you. His force, but also his tenderness. The way his sure grip offers a promise to take care of you but also to hold you safe in his arms. You feel weak, knees shaking with this energy. With the sheer possibility of it all, his kiss snaking under your skin like an electric current, bedding down into your centre. Blooming out to the far-reaches of your limbs.

You bury your head in the crook of his neck as you break for a more substantial dose air, panting gently and a buzzy feeling thrumming in your skull like he’s made you feel light-headed.

He moans. Moans for you and the way your contours feel as his broad hands rove over your body, seeking out every scrap of skin he can find bared to him.

He shifts, seamlessly tilting your head and baring your throat to him, and your stomach lurches pleasantly as you feel Santiago’s stubble graze the column of your neck, honey snaking down your spine and crawling into your bones.

“You have been a really bad girl, haven’t you?” he grits, his voice deep and dark as a pit. His tone heavy -burdened- with lust, and another rolling wave of warmth sinks right into the pit of you, your core becoming liquid.

“I know,” you manage to respond breathily as his teeth nip at your ear lobe. You whimper lightly into the air for him, coming completely undone, and yet you claw desperately for that upper hand. For some composure, and somehow, you find it. “But I’m confident I can get you to forgive me.”

He sucks at your throat, his tongue flattening over the cords of your neck, and it makes you shiver with need. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you angle your hips against his, skimming the hard promise straining beneath his clothes. Looping your arms loosely around his neck you pull back, looking him in the eyes, his gaze heavy and half-lidded. “I think you’ll forgive me as soon as you see my costume,” you purr wantonly. “Like I said, Santiago. It’s very, very slutty.”

The broken groan Santi expels from his throat then might be the hottest sound you’ve ever heard, and, God. If you’re finally going to hook up with him tonight - if he’s finally mustered the courage? You want to make sure it’s everything you’ve wanted it to be.

And so, a gentle smile lilts over your mouth as you figure it out. If you want Santiago to punish you, you’d better be really bad first.

That shouldn’t be a problem. After all, he’s so easy to wind up.

You take a purposeful step back from him and hold your hand out for him to take, tossing your head towards the door of the venue, a playful smile dancing on your lips. “Come on then my little potato. Let’s get you inside.”

“You’re in for it later,” he promises darkly.

And finally, there it is. You’re about to have everything you want from him; and yet… suddenly that’s not all you want.

You realise that he has far more than that to offer you.

Santiago is looking at you some kind of way - a delectable heat sparking in his eyes. And yet, beneath that, something softer and far more adoring is dancing there. In the way he holds you. In the way his gaze flits steadily around your face.

You’ve always known the man was your walking fantasy, but you’ve done him a disservice. You forgot to see the reality of him too.

Still - better late that never.

You finally see it.

You think he finally found the courage tonight to live up to all your fantasies - true.

But you realise that -despite him being dressed as the tin man- you have never once doubted his heart. He’s never given you cause to.

Besides. Okay. He really does look cute in that little silver hat.

“You don’t look stupid by the way,” you intone softly, dropping the teasing edge.

“No?”

“No. You look good, Santiago.”

The softest smile claims him as you lead him inside.

For now, there is dancing to be done. And, later?

Well, later, you definitely intend to fulfil your end of the bargain and throw on something skimpy.

You finally think you’ve teased the poor man enough.

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i am begging for a oneshot (or more) that touches on the shivlina silly mirror thing 👁️👁️ give me all the whump pls!!

thank u sm for the prompt! i had a leftover argument set during kill list that was very fun to play around with, i've placed it in the Sepsis universe, but parts 1 and 2 are not required readings. follows all canon up to 4x05, including tomshiv being on-again/off-again. silly mirror (and more) included<3

read here or on ao3

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“What were you and Tom talking about last night?”

Shiv’s hovering over her suitcase in her slate and granite pseudo-cabin, Karolina sitting on the couch in the corner of the room. It’s late now, the Norwegian forest outside slowly dimming as the night draws near. They’re flying back to the States in the morning, and they’ll accept the deal from Matsson and get rid of the cruise lines and the fascists and Shiv is going to be the fucking American CEO and they can finally just put Dad to rest and all this other bullshit with him. It’s simple.

At least, it should be. Because what fucking business does Karolina have hanging around Tom all weekend anyway?

“Me and Tom?” Karolina asks. She doesn’t look up from the laptop in front of her, her furious typing barely faltering as she speaks.

“At the party,” Shiv says. “You were standing next to each other for an awfully long time.”

The typing finally slows, and Shiv looks at her, unreadable per usual.

“Oh,” Karolina says. “Nothing much. Just, making fun of Swedish dance music. And—I mean then, Tom tried to lecture me on why Swedish House Mafia is actually one of the greater electronic music artists of this generation, which, sure I guess, but I don’t think he even understood which generation he was talking about—”

“Karolina, this is serious.”

“I’m being serious, Shiv,” Karolina says, eyes focused back on the laptop. “I don’t ever want to hear about Swedish House Mafia again.”

The typing picks up and Shiv turns back to her suitcase, rearranging the contents for the fifth time. It shouldn’t make her so upset, but it does. Much like a crossed line or a broken boundary, it’s out of her control. Her pull on Tom is getting looser every day, she can feel as much, and her pull with her bothers is getting looser every day, and Matsson sends fucking blood bricks to his ex-girlfriend, so really, her entire livelihood is hanging in the balance by a group of men all held together with a bunch of loose threads and screws, and she’s fucking asking Karolina the simplest question in the world, and the only answer she can give Shiv is Swedish House Mafia.

Shiv turns around.

“So, if I called Tom right now and asked him what you talked about last night, he’d just say Swedish dance music?”

Karolina looks at her then, calculating eyes not leaving Shiv as she closes her laptop. She’s weighing the pros and cons, thinking through the risks and consequences of telling Shiv the truth, and Shiv’s had it. If she has to force Karolina’s hand, then so be it.

“Forget it,” Shiv says. “I’m calling.”

“Shiv—” Karolina says, standing up. “Hold on.”

“Remember something else?” She waits for Karolina to speak, feigning patience they both know she doesn’t have, and it doesn’t take Karolina long to speak up.

“We got into an argument,” Karolina admits.

“About?”

Karolina crosses her arms and looks away.

“You,” she mumbles.

Perfect. That’s perfect.

“Anything specific, or just which pair of pants you think my ass looks better in?” Shiv asks, feeling satisfied as Karolina rolls her eyes. Shiv’s getting that answer.

“He asked why we’ve been spending so much time together,” Karolina says, which expeditiously turns Shiv’s minor jealousy into major fury, because this was not on her agenda for the trip.

“And what the fuck did you tell him?”

“Nothing,” Karolina says. “I—I just—”

“You just what?”

“I just—fuck—I threatened him,” Karolina says. “Okay? I threatened him.”

“Oh, you threatened him,” Shiv says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. “Would you like to share what you threatened him with, Karolina?”

“No,” Karolina says. “I don’t.”

Karolina has her world-renowned poker face on, and Shiv can only imagine what it is that Karolina used against him. She probably has a war supply of paper trails against every person in the company, let alone Tom. And it’s not that Shiv wants to protect him, but Karolina’s a different force when it comes to Shiv, and she isn’t sure that Tom would ever stand a fighting chance against Karolina.

“You know, I don’t need you fighting battles for me,” Shiv says. “I’m perfectly capable of fighting them on my own.”

“Yeah, that’s why he’s still your husband and not your ex-husband,” Karolina says.

So, Karolina’s mad. Fine. Shiv can be mad too.

“I’ll divorce him when I want to divorce him,” Shiv says.

“Because that’s what you said the last time, right?”

It’s fair. Shiv came crawling back, divorce papers dangling like a bird in her teeth and Karolina believed her. Wanted her. Shiv believed it too, she did, and then Tom took it back. He gave her another chance, and she’d made a commitment, right?

“I didn’t say anything,” Shiv says. “I said we were separating, that’s not a fucking divorce.”

“Seriously?” Karolina says. “That’s how we’re doing this? Fucking semantics?”

“If you have a problem with my relationship with Tom, then fucking say it to me,” Shiv says. “I don’t need you running around and screwing shit up.”

“I’m screwing shit up?” Karolina asks. “He’s fucking you, Shiv. He’s fucking you right to the finish line, like he always has been, but I’m the one who’s screwing shit up.”

“Yeah, Karolina,” Shiv says, crossing her arms. “You are.”

Karolina laughs hollowly and she picks up her laptop as if she’s ready to make her exit.

“Sorry for trying to defend you, Shiv,” she says, walking away from the couch. “I won’t fucking do it again.”

“It’s not your place,” Shiv says, and Karolina freezes, expression now angered.

“Please, Shiv, explain to me what my place is.”

Shiv feeds into the anger as well, and somewhere in the back of her mind she begs herself to stop, to just let it go and sleep it off and remember that Karolina cares about her, that Karolina wants what’s best for her, that finally having someone irrevocably in her corner doesn’t mean that she has to immediately try and push them out, but Shiv’s never been adept at accepting care. Not without mutually assured destruction.

“To just shut the fuck up and let me handle my shit, Karolina,” Shiv says.

“One foot out Tom’s door and one foot in mine,” Karolina says. “You’re really handling it, huh?”

“This is ridiculous,” Shiv mutters. “Don’t you—fucking have a job to be begging for right now?”

“If it’s working under you?” Karolina asks, stepping forward. “Fuck no.”

Shiv feels the words like the wind biting at her ankles; the tantalizing chill still finding its way to sink into her skin despite it being something she’d come dressed prepared for. The silence is thick, Karolina’s heavy breath waiting for Shiv to bite back.

“Did you forget my dad just died, or are you still getting off on all the crisis management?”

“That’s not funny, Shiv.”

“No?” Shiv asks. “So, just to be clear—you did, or you didn’t start writing the press release on his death before they’d even gotten the defibrillators out? I mean, fuck—you’ve probably had it written for months, haven’t you? What, since the stroke? Just biding your time until you could swoop in and play PR doctor?”

“What the hell is your problem?” Karolina asks, her hands now gripping the laptop tightly. “I’m sorry your father owned a Fortune 500, Shiv. I’ll make sure to let him know we need time to stabilize the stock market first the next fucking time he—”

Karolina cuts herself off and Shiv swoops forward with a taunting gaze.

“What, croaks?” Shiv asks. “You’d love to do it all again, huh? You fucking love it. Exploiting death, it’s what you’re good at, right?”

“Fuck you,” Karolina says, her eyes filling with tears. Shiv can’t stop it when the sudden display of emotion sets her off.

“Jesus, tears?” she scoffs. “We should get a mirror in here for how fucking stupid you look.”

She doesn’t realize what she’s said until after it’s come out, the words leaving a horrible after-taste in her mouth. Karolina scoffs so quietly Shiv is almost certain she’d made it up, not hearing much between the pounding of her heart filling her ears.

“What?” Karolina asks, her small voice laced with disappointment and disbelief, and if Shiv thought the hole in her heart couldn’t get any bigger, well, she was wrong.

Shiv opens her mouth to speak, but there’s nothing for her to say.

Karolina takes a tentative step forward, arms still crossed and eyes still wet, and she speaks, clearly shaken.

“I’m sorry that I interfered with Tom, and I’m sorry that I’m in a position where I have to treat your father’s death like it’s just business, truly, Siobhan, I am, but—” Karolina pauses, her words hanging, and Shiv’s almost grateful when she doesn’t complete the thought. She heads for the door, opening it slightly before stopping briefly, “I’m going to go look stupid in my own fucking room.”

—

Shiv sits long past the sun-setting and the last-night festivities going quiet and the other cabin’s lights going off one by one, replaying the argument in her head. She pokes and prods at it, wondering at which point it went sour, whether it had been the whole time. Karolina started it. She brought up the divorce and she baited Shiv. It was her.

Yet somehow, Shiv still feels like she’s done something irreparable.

When she can’t take it anymore, she braves the woods with just her phone flashlight and the skin of her teeth, and she goes to Karolina’s room. If Shiv were counting, she’d note that it only took Karolina twenty seconds to open the door, and she’s definitely been way less mad at Shiv and taken way longer.

“Hey,” Shiv says.

“Hey,” Karolina repeats, with no hint of her current mental state.

They stare silently for a second until Shiv hears a bristling in trees, and she remembers she’s outside in the wilderness.

“Uh, you wanna let me in before Norwegian Jason fucking hops out of the bushes?”

Karolina rolls her eyes but opens the door wider, allowing Shiv entry. Shiv immediately shivers, in disbelief at how cold it is in her suite.

“You know we’re not in charge of expensing utilities, right?” Shiv says. “You can turn the heat up without getting fired.”

“You mean I won’t have to beg for my job?” Karolina asks.

Shiv fucked up. She knows she did. She can see it in the tensing of Karolina’s shoulders, hear it in the curtness of her words. It’s not unfamiliar territory though, and that’s the only thing keeping her going. She’s done this before. She can grovel.

“You’re not going to lose your job, Karolina.”

“Good, good,” Karolina says. “Did Matsson tell you he has a death he needs you to exploit? I’ve been told I’m good at that.”

Shiv looks down in embarrassment.

“That was…” she trails off, biting her tongue. What else can she say? It always comes to this. Things are good until they’re not. Shiv is happy until she’s not. She treats people right until she doesn’t.

“Low, Shiv,” Karolina says. “Even for you.”

“Yeah,” Shiv says. “Digging into old wounds—whatever. Not cool, I know.”

The silence around them is suffocating. Shiv wishes there were some sort of card she could present, some pharmacy junk-drawer filler that says, “Sorry for being a cunt. Will do it again!” and maybe another one that says, “My dad just died and all I got you was this card!” and then she wouldn’t have to explain it, she’d just be able to give Karolina something concrete, something that explains she doesn’t know how to be a person right now and please don’t hold that against her.

But Karolina gives her the chance to try.

“Can you—can you just tell me what happened?” Karolina asks.

“What happened is my dad just died and Matsson is fucking insane, and you, you just—” Shiv has to turn away. She doesn’t want to rile herself up again, doesn’t want to resort to lashing out.

“What, Shiv?” Karolina asks. “I dislike how Tom treats you? I want you to be happy?”

“You’re meddling, Karolina,” Shiv says, turning back around.

“Shiv, you included me,” Karolina says. “You approached me, and you said you were getting a divorce and you told me it could all work out. I’m sorry if I crossed a line, but some of those lines belong to me now.”

“Tom is not—”

“Including Tom,” she says. “The second you invited me back into your life, that included Tom.”

Shiv can’t argue with that. She made Karolina a liability, she told Karolina that Tom wouldn’t be around for much longer, and she told Karolina that she wanted her.

“Okay,” Shiv says. “It’s just—this deal and the fucking funeral, it’s—it’s a lot, Karolina, alright? And a fucking, property war over me is not helping. It’s not.”

Karolina’s facade cracks just a little, her eyes softening and frown deepening.

‘You’re right, Shiv, I’m sorry,” she says. “But Tom’s just—he’s a fucking asshole, and I can’t just stand there and watch him gloat while the rest of our jobs are on the chopping block, I can’t.”

“You’re not going to be on the kill list,” Shiv says. She made sure of that.

“You don’t know that, Shiv—”

“I said, you’re not going to be on the fucking list,” Shiv repeats, voice hoarse yet strong all the same.

Karolina freezes at the interruption. She huffs, something like a challenge in her eyes and Shiv narrows hers in response.

“You’re not on the list,” Shiv repeats again, softer. “So, whatever superiority Tom thinks he has over you right now, he doesn’t. Including me.”

Karolina stares at Shiv, a host of emotions swimming in her eyes, but the one that sticks is a quiet despondence that makes Shiv regret ever having scolded Karolina at all.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” Karolina says, turning away.

She sits down on the bed, avoiding Shiv’s gaze, the tell-tale sign of her tears returning when she brings a taught sleeve to the corner of her eye. A pang of guilt rolls through Shiv’s gut at the words she said earlier. It’s a disgusting little feat, learning how to weaponize the very things that were once used against you. Matsson had said it himself not even twenty-four hours earlier.

Like your dad.

Shiv sits down next to Karolina, not waiting for an invitation, and she mulls in the silence, unsure of what she could say to fix this. If what she could say would even be enough. That she doesn’t want everything she touches to be shrouded in venomous generational warfare. That this isn’t fun for her.

Shiv stares out the window ahead of them, barely able to make out the trees in the darkness. If Shiv Roy falls in a forest, does she make a sound? Or does she let herself go quietly, without a fight? It’s been so long since her voice actually mattered, she’s forgotten that it still affects people. People she cares about.

“If I apologize, will it even mean anything?” she asks.

“It always means something,” Karolina says. “Every time.”

Every time should feel like a dig, but it doesn’t. It’s comforting in some fucked up way, that admits the struggle and the chaos and cruelty, Karolina hears her. That she listens, and fights for Shiv’s honor even when Shiv doesn’t want her to. That she cares, too.

“Everything is so fucked right now,” Shiv says. “I can’t be the person you need me to be.”

Karolina’s eyes turn sad suddenly.

“I don’t need you to be anything,” Karolina says. “I’m not trying to hold you to some impossible standard, Shiv, I—I just want you to be honest with me every once in a while.”

“Honesty,” Shiv laughs, though it quickly settles, and she can’t stop her eyes from pooling with tears and her throat from constricting tightly. Karolina squeezes Shiv’s hand, always her lifeline when nobody else seems to be there. Shiv looks away, voice taught. “I can’t lose Tom right now. Not both of them.”

Karolina sighs, the sound smooth yet resolved. It hurts, thinking Shiv’s caused endless disappointment inside this woman, but she reminds herself that there has to be something good between them, for disappointment to exist at all.

“Okay,” Karolina says.

“If this changes things—”

“Shiv,” Karolina interrupts. “It’s not me or him, okay? You’re not going to chase me off that easily.”

“What if me and Tom—you know, what if we never end?”

“I don’t know,” Karolina says. “But for right now, I know that I still want you, that hasn’t changed.”

Shiv nods, running out of worries to throw out in the air. It’s fucking pathetic, but everything is pathetic right now. She’s almost content to wallow, just this once, until Karolina steers the conversation in a direction Shiv was hoping they could just both forget about, a skeleton of a conversation she hoped they’d shove under the bed and never speak about again.

“Shiv—what you said—about getting a mirror—”

It was a nasty thing to say at all, but especially to Karolina. Karolina, who trusts Shiv. Who’s shown Shiv vulnerability, and who’s trusted Shiv with that vulnerability. She’s disgusted with herself for having abused that privilege.

“It was cruel and fucked up,” Shiv says. “You’re allowed to cry, of course you are.”

“I know I’m allowed to cry, Shiv,” Karolina says. “Do you know that you’re allowed to cry?”

Shiv’s tears pool at the question, and even still, she can feel herself holding back. It’s a reaction she can’t control, holding it all back. Some days it’s like the only emotion she has is the absence of it; like the only thing she can do is swallow herself whole, scale down her tears and turn them into something more useful like anger or spite. She learned early on that if they see her cry, they’ll know. They’ll know just how fucking stupid she is.

She clears her throat, and Karolina shifts closer to her, wrapping an arm around Shiv’s waist.

“When we were younger, and we were upset, Dad—he would take us in front of this mirror and he would make us look at ourselves as we cried,” Shiv says. “He, uh, called it the Silly Mirror.”

Karolina says nothing, but Shiv doesn’t know what she would expect her to say, anyway. The context only adds an extra heaviness to the statement, and it’s a hard pill to swallow that she’d said it at all. It’s one thing to use her dad’s words against herself, her brothers even, but to use them against Karolina? It’s a vitriol Shiv had hoped wasn’t in her. Karolina called her rotten once, and Shiv considers that it could still be true. She’s lived in this body for too long now, of course, it would’ve spoiled somewhere along the way. It’s possible she’d been rotten from conception, that she spent too long in her mom’s belly and ruined her chances before she even knew what self-sabotage was. The evidence is there; the last born before Caroline ran. It was Shiv. Rotten Shiv.

Two built a company. Three a crowd.

“Shiv—” Karolina starts, but Shiv doesn’t want to hear it. Not yet.

“I thought it was my mom,” Shiv continues. “The mirror—I thought it was her. And when Dad died—I mean, when Ken told me, I thought it was her, too. I knew it wasn’t, but I just—I hoped it was, you know?”

Karolina nods, her hand now rubbing sympathetically across Shiv’s back.

“He has to be what I remember, because if I’m wrong about him, then who else am I wrong about?”

If she cries for a monster, is she a monster too?

“You’re not him,” Karolina says. “A result, maybe, or—or a product, but you’re not him.”

A product sounds much too clinical a word for what’s supposed to be daughter, but it’s a nice thought, that it’s nurture over nature and she’s not inherently evil for acting the only way she knows how.

“I don’t deserve you,” Shiv says.

Karolina just sighs and rests her head on Shiv’s shoulders, and it feels something like a truce. Shiv wraps her own arm around Karolina’s waist, and knows this connection is something she often takes for granted. Karolina links their free hands together in response.

“I wish you could see that you do.”

[void-inked-pen]

Sainon strikes again!!

I grew up with tmnt 2003 so I’m biased too but I did like 2012 when it came out, but I didn’t follow it as much as I did 03

I completely agree with you on Donnie and Mikey’s characterization! I really loathed what they did to Donnie with the whole love triangle thing they wanted to do. I absolutely loved Donnie in 03 but 12 Donnie omfg. I blame a lot of my dislikes of the show on the writing itself bc I don’t think they wrote April very well either it’s odd idk.

I thought Donnie’s crush on April was cute, silly, and funny at first but they kept beating the dead horse with this and then Casey showed up, added to it, and I wanted to scream.

They ALL deserved better but how the writers treated mikey and his canonical adhd was TRASH.

This is just me very personally as well but when I was just a wee child I empathized with 03 raph a lot bc, even tho I never acted on it, I was just constantly filled with rage that’s a lie I swung a computer at my bully’s face when I’d finally had enough. I didn’t like how they treated Raph’s anger in 2012 especially during the episode where they specifically addressed it. Splinter basically just said “bottle it” and like kind of belittled him for letting things get to him. When they were insulting him for the sake for the exercise I think I realized that 12 raph has trouble seeing when people are being serious with their insults (like me lol). Those were his brothers, contextually he should’ve known they didn’t actually mean any of those things but that’s not how he takes it. And if slash SPIKE is anything to go by he actually thinks his brothers think a lot of bad things about him. He doesn’t open up to his brothers because he does not trust them with his emotions that he himself has trouble dealing with/interpreting

On a more positive note: I do love Raph and Mona’s relationship ship, it’s absolutely fantastic

12 Raph likes a woman that can kick his ass and I have to respect that

Writing characters with anger is a difficult slope and is often written badly. As someone who has anger issues but learned how to deal with them over time, when I see a character like 2012 raph, who has trouble handling and understanding his emotions, it both points out the issues and also makes it hard for me as someone who deals with the same thing, relate because it’s often demonized.

Literally half the stuff they wrote in 2012 acted like they wanted to talk about heavy issues but it was written in a way that was almost mocking and demonizing with most of not all the characters. Literally it brought out the worse in everyone of these characters and it drives me nuts

April is the “strong girl who don’t need no man/turtle” but written insufferably, Donnie is the swooning brother who basically is an incel but also a genius who seriously deserves recognition for all he’s done (rest PLS), raph and his anger issues and lack of understanding his own emotions and the perpetuated “I’m tough, don’t feel emotion” manly bullshit, the terrible depiction of Mikey and his ADHD, and I’m not sure they did a very good job or not on PTSD with Leo and his whole focus on being the leader isnt… that great from what I know. And Casey… idk tbh??? He also had some “let me fight for the girl” dumb dumb stuff so he was meh. The love triangle with him and Donnie and April was also dumb because if those three just stopped that shenanigans, can you imagine how great they’d be as a dynamic???

Anyway, ye. There is definitely a lot they could have done better with all of them but I know that is more of a time thing~

Thanks for coming back Sai-Non!!

-pen

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I bring questions 🍊

Favorite fictional world?

What’s a food you want to try?

What was the last book you read?

What’s a movie you wish you could see for the first time again?

If you could have any superpower, what would it be and why?

Favorite ice cream flavor and toppings (if any)?

Do you collect anything?

Favorite candy bar?

What’s your phone case?

What’s your favorite condiment?

(I have a google doc full of questions that I use for daily polls in a server I run lmao 😭)

Hello bestie! Don’t think I forgot about you. I’ve just been pondering my answers to these amazing questions!

•Favorite Fictional world?

Okay THIS is the question I’ve been hung up on for an hour because damn.

I thought the answer was easy - wizarding world - because who doesn’t want to be a wizard?? But there’s like. So many good options here.

SO my official answer is actually Doctor Who. Which is kinda silly bc it takes place legit on earth?? But I’d just have the ability to be the companion and travel? Like the 11th Doctor IS my comfort character. He makes me feel safe. He makes me feel special and loved and that’s so silly to say out loud lmfao rip but he’s all I had when I was having a rough time like ages 13-17 and so yeah. That’s my final answer. Doctor Who reality.

•A food you want to try?

I have never tried a macaron??? And they look so good but I have no idea what to expect!? So I really want to try one I’m just scared it’ll disappoint lol.

•Last book you read?

“All This Time” by Mikki Daughtry and Rachael Lippincott

I finished it in like three hours. Ending was….something.

•A movie you wish you could see again for the first time?

Damn this is a good one. For the very first time????

“Wet, Hot, American Summer” is a contender because it’s funny as shit always, but it hit different that first time. I was on the floor laughing my ass off. Like that film? Peak comedy for real.

But if I’m going for a more serious option… maybe “Rent” (2005) or “Harry Potter”.

•What superpower would I have and why?

Listen I’ve thought about this for YEARS. Because at first it was flying and then it was invisibility and then it was telekinesis.

But like in terms of cool shit - maybe something like Wanda Maximoff where I can dream walk and make people see things or let myself see things?

•Favorite Ice Cream Flavor?

I’m usually a milkshake gal. Either classic cookies n cream with the hot fudge drizzle OR peanut butter chocolate ((but only if I’m at Baskin Robbins)).

HOWEVER if we’re talking exclusive ice cream only - it’s a tie between “Circus animal cookie” from this local shop by my house OR “chocolate malted crunch” from the Thrifty’s inside RiteAid lol

•Do you collect anything?

Too many things. I collect certain coins - mostly diff variations of the quarters. I have a display book that has all of the 50 states series. Then I have a second display book with 49/50 state national parks ((looking for that last one god dammit)) and now I’m collecting the new series of historical women!! And it’s so cool bc the George Washington on the front is a different one than the other quarters! I also have like a silver penny and some other random rare ones from the past that were gifts.

I also collect Featherly Friends birds from Target ☠️ they have me in a chokehold, what can I say?

•Fave candy bar?

Chocolate candy bar? Twix. Hands down. But candy in general I actually go for strawberry or cherry sour punch straws. 🤤

•Phone case?

Okay so this do be my mental illness but I can never ever decide on one theme or pattern for a phone case and most of the decorative ones seem flimsy?? So deadass mine is a two-toned pink otterbox case 🤣

And before this it was a two toned purple otter box case. And even before that. A two toned blue otter box case 🤡 I’m just very clumsy okay

•Fave condiment?

It’s gotta be a tie between Ketchup and Ranch - however I think ketchup is more versatile? Idk it’s pretty even but I’m usually satisfied with one of those

(Pls note. Get out of here with that Fuckin Kranch shit I don’t want that here 🤣🤣))

[harringtonspolaroids]

hiiiiiii could you write robin buckley x reader based on boyfriend by dove cameron? pls and tyyy

a/n: ahhh i loved this ask! hopefully i did robin justice and the ending wasn't too cheesy. hope you enjoy it anon <3

word count: 654

warnings: none other than a terribly written kiss scene

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 | 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲

One thing about Robin was that she absolutely despised the relationship between you and your boyfriend, Jake. She hated how you would cry over him and your stupid fights. She hated how you would praise him for sometimes doing the bare minimum. And most of all she hated how he treated you like shit. 

You were laying on your back, on Robin’s bed, wearing a sweater of hers she’d let you borrow.

“God I don’t know what is up with him lately! First he ignores me and tells me that it’s not his fault his parents banned him from the phone as if he wasn’t just talking to me an hour ago. What kind of guy does that?” 

“A gaslighting one, Y/N. I’m telling you, what you need to do is just ditch his ass.”

“It’s not as easy as it looks like,” you muttered looking up at Robin. Gosh, the sun really made her look like an angel.

“Sure it is. You just call him over and say it, we’re over.”

“I dunno. He’s stressed most of the time, he probably doesn’t have time to talk to me in the first place. What?”

Robin looked at you with a face that said “Are you out of your mind?”

“You have to be kidding me. Look at you! It’s not that hard to ask you how you are every day.”

“It probably is for him.”

“Why doesn’t he talk to you at school then?”

“He’s busy!”

“And after?”

“He has homework.”

“And at night?”

“He’s tired. You don’t know him like I do.” You played with the hem of your sweater, trying to think of more reasons to excuse him. You were running out. 

“I actually do. He’s just like every other shitty guy you’ve dated Y/N/N. What you need to do is stop justifying his behavior! It’s not that hard to be a good boyfriend. Hell, even I could do it.”

You stopped what you were doing and sat up to look at Robin.

“I’m sure you could.” 

“I’m not joking, I’m serious, it's easy.”

“Really?” You laughed at Robin’s thoughts, it seemed silly. “What would you do?”

Robin shrugged, “I’d drive you to school and get you flowers every Friday. I’d take you on dates as much as could and I’d actually care about what you’re feeling. Like I said, not that hard to be a gentleman.” In Robin's mind, it wasn’t difficult to actually treat a girl nicely, especially if you liked her, which she in fact did.

“That doesn’t seem like too bad of a deal.”

Something about the way Robin seemed… passionate, about the idea of loving you, made your heart swell. You moved over closer to her. You grabbed her wrist, letting your hand run down it until you held your hand in hers.

“What are you doing?” Robin asked, looking mildly confused.

“Do you seriously think you could be better than him?”

“A piece of gum stuck on your shoe could be better,” Robin joked, trying to lighten the tension between you too.

You let out a soft laugh. “But could you be better?”

“I know it.”

You placed your free hand on Robin’s cheek and kissed her, doing what you had been longing for ever since you met her. You knew every other person you’d dated had been worthless compared to her. Why you spent so much time lying to yourself about who you truly loved, who knew? But all you could focus on now was her, and how soft her lips felt against yours and how she still tasted like the ice cream you’d shared an hour ago after her job. After a moment you separated from each other, breathless from the experience you’d just shared. 

Robin smirked and looked at you, her hand resting against your back. “Plus you know all my clothes would fit.”

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

To taste the forbidden fruit - H.RJ

Pairing: Huang Renjun x (fem!bodied) reader

Word count: 4510 words

AU/Genre: non idol!AU, smut, fluff, friends to lovers

Warnings: aphrodisiacs (kinda, but I don’t want to give spoilers), oral (f receiving), too many curse words, confessions during intercourse, unprotected sex (cover up, pls), creampie, kind of debatable usage of the word ‘love’ by everyone including the author

A/n: since there seems to be an infuriating lack of Renjun fics on this app, I’m here to help. Also (and this is another warning) i have no knowledge of technology and barely any about Fortnite so just bear with me here... this was also kinda inspired by that one Black Mirror episode “Striking Vipers”, just that it’s completely different, so idk why I said that.

Game nights with Renjun are generally fun.

They'd been fun ten years ago when it was just the two of you with your Nintendo DS, taking turns to rush Super Mario through level after level until you finished the whole game.

"Watch out for that Gumba!" Renjun yelled directly into your ear, making you flinch so hard that you lost control over your fingers on the buttons and Super Mario ended up falling off the screen.

"Hey! I lost because of you!" You turned to him with a frown.

"My turn!" Renjun giggled, displaying his cute snaggle tooth as he snatched the device from your hands. You continued to glare at him, but the longer your eyes wandered over his features, the more your facial expression faltered, turning into an adoring smile.

You were so glad that your parents always forced you to hang out with this silly boy. Since your parents were practically besties with Renjun's parents, having to spend time with one another was inevitable, and after being reluctant at first, a little shy even to be spending so much time with a boy you didn't know, you had grown really fond of him.

He was so cute and no matter how much he got on your nerves from time to time, it was so different than with the other boys in your class. Them, you hated. But Renjun was different. And he was actually kind of pretty.

They've been fun four years ago when you started to play together with some of your friends, almost taking the ego shooter games too seriously every time the other team beat your asses.

"Start building! Start building! Fuck, what are you doing?" You whined into your trashy mic, voice probably sounding worse than just muffled into Renjun's ears through his headphones.

"My finger missed the key, alright?" Renjun mumbled back, the quality of his mic a little better than yours since he'd just gotten a new one for his birthday.

"Huang Renjun, you can't be serious. This game's been out for half a year now and you still fuck up the commands?" You scolded him, quickly building four walls around you before pressing the 'G'-key to edit one of the walls to add a window.

"Shut up," Renjun spat, probably watching you eliminate another player on his screen right now. "You have to harvest."

"I know," you whined, climbing up the building of wooden material to have a better look at the remaining enemies.

"He's under you!" Renjun blasted, seemingly more emerged in the game than you were. "Headshot! Come one! Headshot!"

"I'm trying!" You screeched, quickly pressing 'Q' to switch from built mode into combat mode. You focused approximately on the other player's head before shooting your shot, surprisingly hitting him dead on which caused the character to crouch down, pitifully crawling on the floor.

Renjun cheered loudly. "Got him!"

You laughed out before jumping over to stand beside the character, quickly pressing 'B' to emote 'Best Mates' into the character's face, mocking him before taking him out with your axe.

"You're so mean." Renjun laughed. "But you did so well! I think I can still learn a lot from you."

"No, I can learn from you! You're always so great with your tactics and where to land," you cooed at him, smiling to yourself at his honest compliment. It made you happy, so happy even that you completely missed the way another player came up from behind you and eliminated you instantly.

"Okay, guys, can you stop flirting and focus on the game?" Your mutual friend Chenle interfered, and you could almost hear him rolling his eyes through the shitty quality of his headset.

Renjun thought you were good at gaming, and this fact alone caused you to smile for an entire week straight.

They've been fun up until today when all you had were your cute LED gaming PC set-ups and the latest version of Call Of Duty to spend your weekends with over headset.

And they're going to be so much more fun now that you've finally gotten this new high-tech gaming console everyone's been talking about lately. Honestly, none of you have any clue about how this works, but it does, and that's all that matters.

Basically, with a few devices that get attached to your body, you're able to go right into the game. Almost like getting beamed into another world, another dimension, where you can play with your friends to your heart's desire.

Needless to say, you're more than thrilled to finally test it out tonight.

"Where the hell does this thing go?" You hold up a yellow cord towards Renjun whose eyes are currently skimming over the pages of the manual, turning the pages with such force that you're seriously surprised that he hasn't completely ripped the whole book into tiny shreds of paper yet.

"Behind your neck... No-", Renjun gets up from his position on the floor, uncrossing his legs to hurry over to assist you, "no, like- like this." He takes the cord from your hands to adjust it, his fingers stroking over the exposed skin of your neck for a second. It tickles a little, but most importantly, it makes your heartbeat increase.

Ever since finding out that Renjun's cute and pretty and talented and funny and gorgeous and whatnot, approximately at the very moment the two of you first met, there's been a tiny part inside of you that acts up every time he touches you. Whether it be featherlight touches like these, or a casual hug, you're pulse intensifies every single time.

Sometimes, you wonder if that's normal.

You spend the next few minutes in silence, plugging in cables and patching wires onto your skins until you're both finally ready.

"You look incredibly stupid." You grin as you eye Renjun who sits across from you on the couch, a weird helmet on top of his short, black hair that blinks in at least 5 different colors every few seconds.

"Like you look any better," Renjun scoffs, but there's a hint of playfulness in his voice, "let's start this thing." After awaiting and receiving your confirming nod, Renjun presses the button on the remote and both of you close your eyes. The game should now play in front of your eyes.

And, to your genuine surprise, it does. You find yourself at the loading screen of a 90s themed hand-to-hand combat game. Whilst you're still marveling over the technological progress of the past years, you're already sent to the next scene.

A bunch of characters to choose from are displayed.

"Renjun?" You ask, looking around.

"I'm right here," you can hear him answer faintly through the headphones blasting synth pop music into your ears. "Just choose a character."

After a few seconds of immense concentration, you decide on one character with unnecessarily large breasts and a far too short skirt to still be comfortable while fighting, but that's just what video games are like, you guess. At least she has great stats!

You confirm your choice and soon after you find yourself in a bright, colorful setting, a wide area that looks almost like a football ground, though tarred in front of your eyes. The sky is so absolutely brightly blue, not a single cloud in sight that, even though there is no sun, you have to squint when you look up.

Somewhere afar, you can make out what looks like a gas station, but it's main color scheme consists of hot pink and bright yellow. Where you're standing, you're surrounded by large trees with an undefinable kind of fruit hanging from the branches. They kind of intrigue you, so you reach out to harvest one from a lower hanging position.

The fruit looks delicious as you eye it up close in your hands, the peel a gentle yellow fading into orange. It seems like it's glowing, some of the light reflecting against the palms of your hands. The surface feels oddly smooth and pore-less and you lift it up to your face to try and catch a whiff of its scent.

"What are you doing?" Renjun's voice appears slightly behind you. You're surprised at how well the game works, that it really seems like you're in this new world, and Renjun seems to stand behind you somewhere, and not sit beside you in your living room.

"It smells so good," you sigh dreamily before turning around to face Renjun. He – or rather his character – looks incredible, with muscles and tattoos adorning his strong arms that are exposed due to the tight black muscle shirt he's wearing. "Wow."

"What?" Renjun raises his eyebrows.

You suppress a giggle at how badly his voice fits his new body, from a traditional perspective, at least. "You look good."

"I always look good," Renjun protests eyes squinting playfully to display faux distress and you chuckle at his reaction, nodding along. "So, what's that?"

Renjun points to the foreign fruit in your hands that seems to glow even brighter than before, even illuminating your face as you lean over it. "I have no idea, but it looks and smells delicious."

"I don't think you should eat that..." Renjun remarks, looking concerned as he leans forward as well, breathing in the sweet scent of the fruit that you bring up to his face.

"Why not? This is a video game, what's the worst thing that could happen?" You nudge his side before bringing the fruit up to your face again, putting your teeth against the soft peel before taking a bite.

The taste is amazing, stimulating your tongue in the best way possible. It tastes even better than it smells, so sweet and refreshing, you can't find anything to compare it to.

"It's great!" You smile, voice muffled by the huge piece in your mouth and Renjun just eyes your form, not moving, not breathing, just seemingly waiting for something bad to happen.

But nothing happens.

"You should try it too!" You move closer towards him, but he flinches back. "Come on! I'm fine! Please?"

Renjun sighs, eyes darting away from you. You can almost see the gears turning behind his forehead, debating if the risk is worth the outcome, but after looking back at you, taking in the way you pout at him, he finally gives in with another sigh.

"Alright. Just a tiny bite."

Instantly, you hand him the fruit, folding your hands in front of your chest, bouncing on your heels in anticipation for his reaction. Renjun stays true to his words, only nibbling at the fruit until he bites a little piece of it off.

"Fuck, it's really good!" Renjun agrees with you and you smile at each other as you begin to share the remains of the fruit, passing it between your hands several times until it's fully devoured.

"Okay, what's next?" You ask, turning around to look at your surroundings again.

"I don't-" Renjun's voice cuts off, suddenly, and you turn around to face him again, concern displayed all over your face within seconds. Renjun does not look too good, eyes hazy as he has to lean against the tree to keep himself upright.

"What happened? Are you okay??" You screech, hurrying to keep him steady, but he puts his hand out to stop you.

"Don't come closer... fuck I feel so fucking hot."

"Like a fever?" You ask, hands clutching together as you're not allowed to touch him. What you don't notice is that this action causes your character's breasts to squish together, Renjun's eyes darting to them immediately.

"Not quite..." Renjun murmurs as he blinks a few times, trying to rip his eyes away from your cleavage. "God, I just..."

The rest of his sentence, you don't hear as your vision starts to get a little blurry around the edges, heat taking over your body and suddenly you realize what Renjun meant with 'not quite fever-like'.

The heat coils in your lower stomach, making you press your thighs together involuntarily. Head hazy, you have to lean against something, anything, and the closest thing to you are Renjun's character's rock hard pecs.

With heavy eyelids you look up at him, your hands wandering over the expanse of his torso, feeling the strong muscles flex underneath your fingertips.

"Why do I feel so horny?" You ask, not recognizing your own voice.

"Probably the fruit," Renjun mumbles back as your eyes meet. You feel yourself getting closer to him, his thigh slipping in between your legs and you grind your core against him involuntarily. You want to hate what's happening to you, but it feels so fucking good.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," you bring out, voice just above a whisper and uncharacteristically seductive. Renjun hums in agreement, and as you shift a little, you can feel his hardness press against your body as well.

"Please make it stop," you whine to no one in particular since you know that Renjun can't help you either since he, too, is fighting against his urges right now.

"This is so- humiliating," Renjun gasps, hands coming up to touch you as well. "I'm so sorry, I can't stop. I mean, I could, probably, somehow, but it feels so good."

"I know, it's okay," you whine, hand wandering down to cup his length through his pants. The moan Renjun lets out is nothing less than pornographic, loud and beautiful as it kisses your ears.

"We could try t-taking the helmets off," Renjun finally suggests and you nod. You have to practically rip your hands off him and force them towards your head, feeling the material of the helmet as you pull it off your body with all of your strength.

The bright world disappears from your sight and you find yourself back in your living room. You're breathing heavily as you place the helmet as far away from you as you can possibly reach, instantly removing the remaining cords from your body. A second later, you look over at Renjun who finally manages to take the helmet off, ripping the cords off his body as well with out any concern of breaking them.

The two of you sit there for a good minute, catching your breaths and trying to calm your nerves, but the tingling feeling of horniness does not seem to disappear from your veins, though you feel more in control of your actions now.

You look at Renjun, eyes ranking over his figure and you can't help but to notice the visible bulge in the front of his pants. Not that you're any better, you can feel the stickiness of your arousal seeping into your underwear.

The moment your eyes meet, and you can practically feel the neediness in Renjun's, everything happens in the blink of an eye and you suddenly find yourself straddling his lap, lips connecting into a passionate kiss. His hands roam over your body, squeezing your thighs and the supple flesh of your ass through the thin fabric of your shorts all while your hands find refugee on the back of his head to brush through his short hair.

His errection presses against your center and you feel yourself grinding against it again, this time it's more precise, though, and most importantly: you initiated it without the help of a weird fruit.

"Is this okay for you?" Renjun gasps against your lips.

"Yes." You nod feverishly before connecting your lips again, tongue flicking out to trace his lower lip before he grants you entrance. His tongue feels amazing against your own and you moan into the kiss.

Next thing you know, Renjun runs his hands underneath your shirt, lifting the fabric to hint that he wants it off your body. You welcome his request, parting your face only to rip the fabric off your torso to reveal your braless chest to Renjun's hungry eyes.

"Fuck, you're so pretty," Renjun sighs before his hands come up to caress your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples and you whine at the sensation, body incredibly sensitive to his every touch.

"Please..." You whine, not really sure what you're asking for, but Renjun understands you nonetheless, quickly gripping under your thighs to turn the both of you around.

Your back meets the pillows of the couch with a thud and you eye Renjun just in time to see him pulling his shirt off, revealing the pale skin of his lean torso to your sight before throwing the shirt somewhere behind him, quickly working your shorts and underwear off your body.

Excitedly, you open your legs for him and he groans at the sight of your glistering folds, the wetness spreading over the insides of your thighs already. Renjun does not waste any more time admiring you and goes to work, spreading your legs even further for him until he kneels on the floor in front of the couch.

Maintaining eye contact, Renjun dives in, tongue licking over your slit in a teasing manner, still making you moan at the sudden pleasure. Renjun smiles against your core at your reaction, tongue flicking over your clit before he shuffles deeper, plunging his wet muscle right into your entrance after teasing your hole in circling motions.

"Fuck!" You almost scream out, hands flying down to burry your fingers in his hair to pull him closer. His skillful tongue laps around your walls, tasting the wetness that keeps seeping out of you at his ministrations.

Renjun pulls back and you're disappointed for a second until he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth, tongue licking around it expertly.

The heat in your stomach gets even hotter, a knot slowly but surely forming. Renjun begins to insert a single finger into your awaiting hole and you clench around it hard. Moans are spilling from your lips at this point, and Renjun adds another finger into the mix.

Hips bucking against his face, you force his fingers deeper into you, and he curls them, rubbing over your g-spot to push you closer and closer to the edge.

A mantra of curse words and syllables of Renjun's name fall from your mouth in an attempt to put the pleasure you're feeling into words to let him know how fucking good he's making you feel.

"Taste so fucking good," Renjun mumbles against your core before diving back in, suckling at your clit in just the right way to make you see stars. If you had known how good he is with his mouth, you'd have done this way sooner.

"Just like that, please don't stop," you whine, desperately clinging onto his hair in an attempt to not go crazy right now. Renjun hums against you clit, moving his fingers inside of your expertly until you finally clench around him repeatedly, your orgasm washing over you as you moan out his name.

With all of your strength, you hoist yourself up onto your forearms, Renjun meeting you halfway to crash his lips into yours, making you taste yourself on his soft lips.

"I. Want you. So. Fucking much," you gasp into his mouth in between kisses before you slip a hand down his torso and into his pants, grabbing ahold of his length immediately.

"Fuck," Renjun curses, dick so sensitive from the pent up frustration that he's so glad he's already made you cum because he's not sure how long he'll last like this.

More sooner than later, you're flipped over again. You're hovering over Renjun's dick on his lap, slowly sinking down as his fingernails burry themselves into the skin on your hips, hissing at your tight wetness engulfing him.

A moan escapes from your lips as he bottoms out inside of you, feeling his hard length fill you up so nicely, poking and pressing into all the right spots. It feels so good, better than with anyone else ever before, and you're not sure whether that is because of how horny you are, or because it's Renjun. Your best friend Renjun that you've known for over a decade, who'd always been by your side, who you trust with you life.

"God, it feels so good," Renjun breathes out as you begin to move on top of him, circling your hips a few times before beginning to bounce up and down, feeling every inch of his drag along your walls deliciously.

"I know, right?" You gasp, a hint of a chuckle in your voice.

"This seems so surreal," Renjun admits, chuckling almost nervously between moans, "I've wanted you for so long. Not just like this, all of you. I've had a crush on you for as long as I can remember."

"Really?" You gasp out, closing the space in between your mouths before he could answer. Renjun has a crush on you, had it for years all while you- yeah, what exactly did you feel for Renjun?

Of course, first and foremost, he's your best friend. And you'd never had the chance to really get into questioning whether that's all that you feel for him. Did you have a crush on Renjun? It would clearly explain your lack of interest in anyone else. Apart from a few flings here and there, there's not much going on in your love life, there hadn't been for years. It would also explain your general jealousy at whoever Renjun chooses to spend his time with instead of you. And it would certainly explain why you're always one second away from a heart attack every time he touches you.

Do you have feelings for Huang Renjun?

There's a tingle in your stomach every time you see him, but you'd always written it off as just being excited to see your bestie. But then, you've never had a best friend besides him, so you have nothing to compare this feeling to. Yet, obviously, you can see yourself in sexual situations with him, and isn't that what separates romantic from platonic love? Who knows.

All you know is that he feels amazing inside of you, against you, whenever he's with you, and maybe you should've been a little more sure about your next words before saying them, but it just feels so right.

"I think I'm in love with you."

The whine Renjun lets out at this sounds so hot and desperate, his dick twitches inside of you as he pulls you closer to his chest.

"Fuck, don't say that. I'm gonna c-cum, fuck," Renjun mewls into your ear and you grin to yourself, moving your hips even faster.

"Cum inside of me, then."

"Sh-shit," Renjun curses, his grip on you so tight that you think it'll bruise, but that's okay, more than okay. That's actually really hot.

"Come on, baby, cum for me. Fill me up, make me drip with your cum for days, it makes me feel so much closer to you," you whimper into his ear, feeling your own orgasm approaching surprisingly fast at your own words, so dirty, but still so filled with love.

With a broken moan, Renjun tenses up, dick twitching inside of you repeatedly, filling you with his hot cum. His hips rock against yours, once, twice, before he stills, breathing heavily as you begin to sit up, taking his face into your hands before kissing his forehead.

"Did you cum again?" He asks, looking into your eyes and you feel all the butterflies at once, dancing around in your belly like they're in love too.

"No, but it's okay," you assure him with a smile, running a hand through his hair before you lean down to kiss his temple. You were never one for random kisses like these, but you're urged to plant kiss after kiss on Renjun's beautiful face.

"Let me eat you out again." Renjun motions to push you off his lap, but you hold onto him, telling him it's really okay. He shakes his head before looking at you with the most adorable puppy eyes you've ever seen. "Please."

Who are you to say no to such a face? You kiss him again, right on the lips this time, and climb off his lap, cringing briefly at the feeling of Renjun's cum dripping out of you before finding yourself in the same position as earlier with your back on the couch and Renjun on the floor in between your legs.

Before he can attach his lips to your core, though, you quickly run a finger through your folds, collecting some on his cum to push it between your lips. Renjun follows your action attentively with wide eyes, and whining out, "fuck, you're going to be the death of me."

Next thing you know, Renjun laps his own cum off and out of you, tongue skillful as ever finding its ways over your clit and into your hole, making you close your eyes to lose yourself in the feeling.

"Renjun, how did you know you- you liked me as more than a friend?" You gasp out between moans, and after a last harsh suck on your clit, Renjun sits up, two of his fingers finding their way into your hole instead, fucking into you at a fast pace before he curls them upwards, stroking over your g-spot with such precision that you see stars, moans tumbling out of you uncontrollably when he adds his other hand into the mix, fingers toying with your clit in circular motions.

"I don't know, actually," Renjun finally says, eyes finding yours as soon as you open them to look at him with heavy eyelids. "It just- feels like it. I can't imagine myself with anyone else. I don't want anyone else."

"So, you're not sure?" You ask shakily, almost being able to taste your orgasm on your tongue with how close it is.

"Well, if you put it like this, no. I have no idea what the fuck love is, but I know that I feel something for you that I've never felt for anyone else, and I want to be with you. And after seeing you like this, I don't want to do anything else besides making love to you, over and over again, all night long."

You whine out loudly as your second orgasm washes over you, walls clenching around Renjun's fingers as he strokes you through your high, gently withdrawing his fingers once you've calmed down.

Renjun leans forward, cupping your face with his hands that are still a little messy, but you don't mind at all, especially when he looks into your eyes, breath hitting your lips.

"I think I'm in love with you, too," Renjun whispers and you smile brightly, pecking him on the lips. "Do you want to go again?"

You giggle at his eagerness, but nod nonetheless, sighing contently as he slowly inches himself back inside of you, the hopeless feeling of being in love making both of you forget about the weird incident that led to all of this. Who in their right mind puts an aphrodisiac easter egg into a fucking video game?

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[miyuwuki]

i am back again!!

so my goofy ass got hurt at volleyball today (10/15) and i hurt my back playing defense/passing.

can i ask for murasakibara, hanamiya (ik shut up /j) and miyuki comforting their significant other when they get hurt at a game and can’t play for a bit? thank you so much!!

ur so gOOfy zero 🙄 but ofc u can have this and this is the first time i write abt hanamiya pls don’t come for me

warnings: none

miyuki kazuya x gn!reader, hanamiya makato x gn!reader, murasakibara atsushi x gn!reader

when they get injured (vball)

miyuki kazuya:

“thank you for taking care of me today.”

you bowed to chris, who only nodded with his stance tall and his arms crossed. unfortunately you injured yourself in the recent tournament while playing defence, and while you tried to play it off, miyuki already saw right through your act and brought you to chris for some rehabilitation; he knows you and knows you’d try and push yourself even more despite your injury.

“is it just your back, y/n?” chris asked, grabbing some equipment that would be best suited to your situation.

“yes, though i don’t think it’s too serious..” you trailed off, “i definitely think i can play for this weekends game.”

“don’t be silly.” miyuki said, walking up to you. “focus on healing first or you’ll do something you’ll regret for the rest of your life.”

“i’m not being silly! i’m serious! if i can just rest for a day, then— argh!”

a sharp pain shot through your lower back which caused you to grip on it tightly. as an immediate reaction, miyuki wrapped an arm around you for support and rubbed the area where it hurt, applying enough pressure to soothe the pain. you frowned and grit your teeth, frustrated because you knew the injury was worse than you thought. miyuki sighed and helped you up, not taking his arms off of you.

“told you, don’t be silly.” he whispered. he motioned for you to sit on one of the benches where you buried your face in your hands.

“i can’t miss this weekends game,” you mumbled, “i don’t want to miss it— the team. i want to be with the team..”

miyuki softly ruffled your hair, “i know, i know. but would you rather risk not playing again? i’ll stay with you in the meantime, and i’ll let you pick whatever movie you want.”

“even a cheesy rom com?”

he chuckled, “even then.”

chris softly laughed at you two, reminiscent of the days where he was in the same position with his shoulder.

“well, let’s get started so you can play right away.”

hanamiya makoto:

everyone was afraid of hanamiya; he was mean, dark, and ruthlessly sadistic. everyone was baffled when you got with him and how were you able to manage with someone as evil as him. but not everyone took the time to get to know him like you did— you knew he would never lay a finger on you, let alone even hurt you, and he most definitely protected you with his entire life. you loved him for that, and loved it even more that you knew this side of him that no one else didn’t.

which is why you tried to walk properly when you were going over to his place. you hurt your back during practice, making your form slumped as you ambled. you knew he’d freak out if he heard you got hurt, so you tried to play it off when you arrived at his door. unfortunately, your boyfriend had some next level senses when it came to you, as he said, “what’s wrong with you?”

you smiled brightly, despite the sharp pains that you felt in your back. “nothing! i’m fine!” you excused yourself and entered his home, taking off your shoes and placing your bag on the table. makoto groaned in annoyance, already knowing that something happened at practice today; he could tell by the way your breath was slowly staggered and the clenching your teeth. “where did you get hurt?”

“what are you talking about? i didn’t—”

“y/n.”

you clicked your tongue, “fine! my back, i was playing defence today and i fell on my back. it hurts like a bitch now.” you frowned as you slumped on his couch, careful as to not to trigger the pain. makoto disappeared into the kitchen, fumbling with the cabinets and came out with a tube in his hand.

“turn around.” he demanded. with no questions, you obeyed, lying on your stomach as he slowly lifted your shirt up. “makoto, what are you—”

“just let me do my thing.” he interrupted. he squished a small amount of the substance from the tube on his hand and softly rubbed his hands together before asking you, “where does it hurt?”

you uttered, “..lower back.”

suddenly, you felt his hands expertly rub over your lower back, soothing the pain and spreading the cream. “i use this when i have muscle aches,” he said, continuing to massage your back. “you’ll be fine soon.”

“even for this weekends game?”

he scoffed in a mocking tone, “not that soon. you’re to stay put for a couple weeks.” your body quickly tensed, shaking your head. before you can protest and tried to convince him that you were okay, he quickly cut you off, “save it, y/n. i promise i’ll look after you, and i’ll even let you choose whatever game you wanna play.” he muttered that last part, but he couldn’t hide the blushes that had formed across his cheeks. “you need to heal.”

you smiled at your boyfriend, putting your head down, feeling good by his massages. “thank you, makoto.”

“stop injuring yourself, dummy.”

murasakibara atsushi:

“i don’t think i can go to practice, atsushi.”

you stood in front of your door, letting murasakibara into your home. he usually would drop you off to practice while you bought him a small snack along the way, but today your back was just doing you wrong, especially after what happened during practice the other day.

“are you hurt, y/n-chin?” he asked, taking your hand to have you sit on his lap on the couch carefully. you nodded, “yeah, playing defence. i fell back and i don’t think i can play for a while.” he hummed in response and softly placed you on the couch, stomach down. he slipped a hand under your shirt and rubbed your back in large circles, soothing the pain and making you groan in satisfaction.

“i’ll stay with you in the mean time,” murasakibara said, “until you get better. i’ll order whatever you want, y/n-chin.”

“can we have chicken and cake?” you suggested, voice muffled in the couch.

“chicken and cake it is. don’t move until you feel better, ‘kay?”

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ZERO I HOPE U LIKE THESE I DIDNT WANNA MAKE THEM TOO LONG BUT HERE :) THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING

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[ickymichi]

𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑

various haikyuu boys x reader

<3 includes: iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu, matsukawa issei, hanamaki takahiro, kuroo tetsurou

<3 things to know: set in the timeskip

<3 warnings: swearing

<3 note: i should be writing more important things, but they can wait. REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED <3 <3

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𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

.: you better pray mf will make you a victim.

.: his car is his pride and joy pls.

.: this how it go:

“remember 9:00 tomorrow nice n’ early” iwaizumi told you while leaning across the console. “I know haji, I know. I gotta go love you!” “love yo-” mf didn’t even get to finish the sentence just got faced with you slamming the door with all your might. “OI! (Y/N)!” you quickly turn around to see him in the same position but his facial expressions make it look like he’s about to commit arson. He ushers you back with a flick of his head and rolls down the passenger window. “open the door and close it again” You look at him confused but do what he says anyways, again slamming it. “PROPERLY THE FUCK?!” “I am doing it properly!” “NO YOURE FUCKING SLAMMING IT!” boy looked like he was about to flip the lid so you had to cave in and tell him it was a prank. Was not a happy camper and drove off with his middle finger out the window. But after texted you saying he loves u 🥺

𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

.: my baby pls.

.: he had a long ass day at work and is just trying to get to his bed.

.: so when he tries to tell you goodbye love you blah blah and is met with a slam of his car door he Is literally like 🧍‍♀‍ tf?.

When you slammed the door and walked away trying not to burst out laughing the sound of his voice calling your name made you turn to face him face him. He rolled down his window to stick his head out and was like “are you okay?”pls someone my heart. “yeah i’m fine, why?” you ask tight lipped and holding back laughter. “I dunno, ya just slammed the daylights outta my door. Thought somethin’ might be wrong” you literally couldn’t hold back anymore, had to take him out of his misery. “‘m sorry ‘samu i was just pranking you, but you were too sweet I couldn’t keep going.” To your surprise he started laughing with you and thought it was pretty funny.

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐢

.: this could go two ways really.

.: if it’s you that does it he’s like hey now don’t hurt the goods.

.: if it’s one of the boys, they catching multiple of his fists

.: wait okay setting!! Mf sitting with one arm across the wheel, yk that seggsy thing ppl do? Yeah that. N the other elbow on the console his fist holding up his head . Okay setting finish.

“So you coming over later yeah?” he asked watching you gather your things to leave. “of course, just-” “yes makki is at work don’t worry, we’ll be alone” he butt in already knowing what you’d say. “okay then i’ll see you then love you!” “yep love you to-” you literally slammed it as hard a you could and walked off. Not hearing a reaction you look back and see him sitting leant over the console as he was waiting for a little goodbye kiss and was met with the slam of the door. He rolled down your window and asked, “how cruel of you to leave me without a kiss and slam my door.” You held back a laugh and opened back up the door to place a peck on his lips and shuffled back out, once again slamming the door. “(y/n)” you heard him through the open window. He now had a serious look on his face and was staring right at you. “watch it yeah? Know your all strong but don’t want you breaking my poor baby.”

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

.: this fucker is about to be facing my slander once again😭

.: I love him I swear I do

.: but if you try slam is door there’s a very high chance shit is just gonna fall off.

.: would get so heated cause he knows it’s falling apart and it’s not cheap to fix.

He had parked up outside mcdonald’s and you said you’d go in to get the food, after a small bit of bickering from him. “be careful yeah? Just call me if some weirdo tries anything, these aren’t just for show baby.” He told you while flexing his biceps and kissing each one. You laughed at his silly antics and pushed the door open to get out. You swung your arm back and used as much force as you could to slam the door. The scream he let out could probably be heard from inside the restaurant as well as your laughter that you just couldn’t contain. “the fuck was that for?!” he shouted in distress while getting out to check if there was any serious or even minor damage. “what are you on about? I didn’t do anything” you argued and watched him bent down and inspected the car. Whipping his head to where you stood above him he let out a noise of disbelief “didn’t do anything?! You nearly took the fucking thing off the hinges!” he shouted again and stood back up with a hand on his forehead. “one of these days I swear, your gonna give me a heart attack.”

𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐮

.: pls do not slam his car door, for your own sake.

.: he will drop dead on the spot

.: you don’t think his ass wouldn’t own a sports car with all that bank?

.: think again my friend.

He was dropping you off at work after you went to lunch with him for your break. “alright, see you when i’m picking you up yeah?” he said parking the car outside the building. “mmhh i’ll see you then tetsu, love you.” Kissing his cheek and stepping out of the car slamming it on your way. at first he couldn’t even shout or call you out his face and heart just dropped on the spot. “hey hey hey (y/n)! get back here!” he shouted and unbuckled his seatbelt for some reason. “what’s wrong did I forget something?” you asked faking your innocence to the distressed man while opening the door again. “yeah you forgot this costs more then the fucking house, careful with the door okay?” “oh yeah sorry, okay then i’ve to go!” you quickly responded and once again, slammed the door before quickly walking off while laughing. He rolled down his window and stuck his head out while yelling out to you, “your fucking getting it when I pick you up!”

-end <3

[officialscaramouche]

part3part3part3 pls?????

this one broke my own heart lol but all couples have their firsts

pairing: Scaramouche x gn!reader, Kazuha x gn!reader

tw: kazuha gets a bit mean and scara’s a little violent with Mona

wc: 1,477

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Kazuha clicked his tongue as he was peeling the orange. “Don’t worry about it,” he sort of yelled, clearly irritated with the conversation. “Why are you so bothered about it anyway? I lost my best friend, but what did you lose? He already left you over a year ago!”

You swung your head to look at your boyfriend. “Do not talk to me like that.”

Kazuha dropped his hands on the counter, orange rolling away. “Huh? What, I’m not Scaramouche so you don’t tolerate attitude now? Oh, but if I were Scaramouche, you’d let me fuck around on you right?!”

“Are you serious?!” You shouted, your face getting red with anger. “If you wanna fuck around then go ahead!! I see your true colors now! I’m leaving!!”

Kazuha gasps, truly surprised by your actions. “I’m not done peeling this for you! What about the orange?!”

The old lady in the shop shook Mona’s hand. “You are such a fine young lady. You two treat each other well, okay? It gets hard to find love when you’re older.”

Scaramouche puts his wallet away, picking up the package wrapped in paper. “Thank you, ma’am. Have a good day, now.” Mona throws her hair back with a confident smirk, making Scaramouche scoff. “Don’t be flattered by some decrepit woman who’s to die in minutes.”

“You’re such an ass!! What is your fucking problem lately?!”

Scaramouche chuckled, loving the reaction he got from her. “Oh, am I being too mean?” He teased, wiggling his fingers at her.

“Ever since that fucking party you’ve been absolutely awful! She crossed her arms as they crossed the courtyard and up the stairs to a large house.

“Be on your best behavior,” Scaramouche warns. “Or I’ll seriously kill you.”

“Who’s house is this?” She gawked as they approached the door the size of small buildings.

“Not a house. This is the Fatui headquarters.”

“So when you work—”

“When I don’t have assignments but I have work, I come here, yes.” The agents by the door slowly lugged the door open, taking their entire body strength to throw the doors open. “We’re meeting the Tsaritsa. Do not embarrass me.”

Kazuha knocked softly as the guilt enveloped him. He stared into his hands, wondering if he truly was capable of doing harmful things to you, like Scaramouche did. He shook his head to dismiss the thoughts, knocking once more a bit harder in case you didn’t hear. “[Y/N]?” He called out, pressing his ear to the door. He heard you grumbling and shuffling around, purposefully ignoring him. “[Y/N], I’m coming in.” He tried the knob but it wouldn’t budge. You locked it. He pressed his ear to the door again, hearing you zipping something up. “Are you packing?” He asked, knowing you weren’t going to answer. “I have your oranges…”

You threw something at the door, making him jump. “Fuck off, Kazuha! Leave me alone!”

His knees started to shake, and his fingers ached at your words. He told himself a long time ago that he wouldn’t do anything that would make you leave. You meant so much to him, and you didn’t even know. If you left, he’d have nothing else to look forward to. “[Y/N], please let me in…I’m really sorry…”

“I don’t care about your stupid apologies!! Go fuck Mona too, while you’re at it!”

He knew how heartbroken you were when Scaramouche left and he knows that kind of pain doesn’t go away so quickly. But part of him was jealous. Jealous that you still look at him with love, even if your words were laced with hate. He was jealous that Scaramouche didn’t even stop to look at him and that he went straight to you. Seeing you and him so close to each other made him angry. All he’d have to do was apologize and touch you softly for you to leap back into his arms.

But what about himself? With Kazuha, you locked him out of your shared room and threatened to leave. He didn’t know what to do to calm you down; the oranges weren’t enough. He wanted to hold you, like he always does when you’re upset. Hold you close to him, let you listen to his heart beating. He wants to kiss the top of your head and tell you how much he loves you. “Can I come in?” He asks again, gripping the bowl in his hands tightly. “I want to hold you.”

“No!” You shout, clanging and thrashing resounding from behind the door.

He grit his teeth and put the bowl on a nearby shelf, grabbing hold of the doorknob and resting his shoulder against the door. If you wouldn’t open it, he would. But then your words hit him again, about him fooling around with someone else— Mona, at that. You were comparing him to Scaramouche, and breaking down the door was something he definitely would do. He let go of the doorknob. He wasn’t going to be like that.

Scaramouche held his girlfriend around the waist as they left. She had stars in her eyes from looking around and being inside such a lavish building. “She’s so cool!” She exclaimed, talking about the Tsaritsa. “I want to be just like her!”

Scaramouche chuckled, pulling her closer. “The Tsaritsa is much purer than you,” he said. “But you were a good girl in there. As a reward, I’ll buy us dinner.”

She looked at him with excitement. “Really?!”

It was more packed than he’d prefer, but he was in a good mood. “Can I really get whatever I want?” She asked, peering over the menu.

Scaramouche rolled his eyes playfully. “Yes baby. Anything you want.”

Scaramouche ordered one meal for himself and everything else was hers. The table was filled with so much food that she’d have to fill her plate and then eat without it on the table. His behavior was weird, she thought, but she didn’t act upon it while he was still paying.

The bill came, and Scaramouche wrote a check with the usual scowl on his face, then smiled back at her. “Thanks for the food but,” she said. “Why?”

He laughed, knowing she waited. He loved that she was predictable, it reminded him of you. “When the Tsaritsa asked you to leave,” he began, recalling the meeting’s events. “We were discussing my next assignment. I’ll be leaving tomorrow, so I wanted to treat us.”

Mona packed all of the food she didn’t eat. “Why though? I don’t care if you leave.”

His expression dropped. “You don’t care that I’m leaving? You won’t miss me?”

“What, should I? Maybe in the beginning when you were still nice, but not anymore. Don’t confuse me with [Y/N].”

He stood and grabbed her by the arm, yanking her closer to him. With the other hand he grabbed her face the same way he did when he was mad at you. “Just because I was nice doesn’t mean I can’t take it back.” She was right. She wasn’t you. But his mind had been so clouded with the image of you, that he’s starting to pretend that she was you.

“Take what back, the food? Don’t be stupid.”

He grabbed her hip firmly, pressing his thumb too forcefully into her belly. “You can throw it up, can’t you?”

Kazuha had drifted asleep on the couch waiting for you to come out but as soon as the click of your door opening rang into his ears, he shot up to his feet and waited for you to turn the corner into the living room. And when you did, he bolted over to you, grabbing your hands into his gently as if he were carrying an egg. “[Y/N],” he smiled at you after you stopped in your tracks. Your eyes were red and puffy, nose sniffling from crying. “Oh, [Y/N],” he pulled you into a tight embrace and nuzzled his nose into your neck.

You didn’t hug him back, and your body jerked as you fought back more tears. “I’m s-sorry, Kazuha…” you mewled, bringing shaky hands to his back and returning the embrace.

“I’m sorry too, [Y/N],” he said barely over a whisper and kissed the skin of your neck. “I love you so much, it hurts. The thought of you leaving frightens me.” He pulled back to look you in the face. He swipes the tears off of your cheeks and kissed them. “My sweet sea breeze.”

You laughed at his silly pet name and wiped your face with the back of your hand. “Do the leaves hate me?” You asked jokingly.

“The leaves don’t hate you,” he responded seriously. “They were telling me to repent for my mistakes.”

“Oh shut up,” you laugh, swatting him away. But you would never know how serious he was being.

[ri-ahhh]

hi can you write about spending a valentine’s day with gray pls?

valentine’s day smut w/ gray? + more haha sorry couldn’t put them all in

A/N: I’m sorry this is a day late. It was supposed to be 90% smut but somehow it took on a mind of its own and turned into this monster.

warnings: smut, extremely cheesy, way too long

***

It should be a given understanding that Valentine’s Day is the dumbest, most antiquated, overrated holiday that’s ever existed. That had always been your take on it, even as a little kid — the worry of spelling your classmates’ names correctly on cards imprinted with cheesy Scooby Doo and Spongebob puns; the expectation to dress up nice in the hopes you would get asked to be someone’s Valentine in the hallways of middle school; the potential embarrassment of being the only person in class who didn’t get bought one of those stupid roses from a ‘secret admirer’ in high school.

There’s simply too much pressure surrounding the idea of professing your love or even your mere fondness for anyone and everyone in your life. The fear of rejection if you do, and the judgement if you don’t. It had always made you anxious, whether you had someone to share the day with or not.

But this Valentine’s Day, as a young twenty-something, you were actually (secretly) looking forward to it. Conner was your first adult relationship, with the title of ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ and labels and commitment. He’s cute and smart and charming and yours. So, sue you if you were quietly anticipating wearing that SavageXFenty set beneath a brand new dress while you went to dinner after being greeted at the door with roses and a box of chocolates.

And yet here you are, on February 14th, hood of your sweater drawn over your head as you rummage through your freezer with a clear target in your mind. Your eyes are blurry and swollen, but you find the pint of birthday cake Nada Moo with ease, and you slam the freezer door closed a little harder than you really mean to as soon as it’s in your grasp.

You’ve just popped the lid off when your phone buzzes on the kitchen counter where you’ve plopped down to eat your depression snack in a more acceptable place than your bed or the couch.

You see Grayson’s name accompanied by a goofy, up-close picture of him smiling filling the screen, and hesitate. He’s one of your best friends, and clearly done nothing wrong, but you’re not sure you’re capable of handling anyone of the male species right now after...everything.

At the end of the day, though, it’s Grayson. He knows heartbreak almost better than anyone, and you’ve coached him through it on more than one occasion. Maybe he can spew back some of your own advice if it comes to that.

You swipe the bar at the bottom of the screen, and your ceiling suddenly replaces the image of his silly, handsome face. “Sup?”

“Yo. Am I interrupting anything? Sorry, just remembered what day it is.”

You swallow. “Uh no, you’re not.”

“What’s wrong?”

You bite your lip hard, digging your spoon into the softened ice cream. Was it that obvious just from your voice that you had been upset? Or does he just know you that well?

“Nothing.”

“You sound like you’ve been crying.”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie. Let me see your face.”

There’s a beat of silence, and you concede. “No. I’ve been crying.”

He’s quiet, and you can’t bring yourself to look at his own face in the corner of the screen. You shove the chunk of ice cream past your lips, and after a moment he says with a softer tone, “Crying on Valentine’s Day is never a good sign.”

You’re glad that you’ve gotten so much of your tears out already, because you feel the inevitable prickle behind your eyes that would have been full-blown waterworks a few hours ago. You scoop another bite. “Conner cheated on me — has been, cheating on me. I found out last night.”

Grayson sighs your name, and something about the genuine sympathy in his voice makes you even more emotional. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. What a piece of shit.”

You shrug even though he can’t see, and sniffle past the lump in your throat. “It’s whatever. I’m still in shock more than anything. Hurts like hell, though, still. I let him have it when I saw the texts and he hasn’t tried to call me once. No texts. Nothing.”

He’s silent, but it’s that raging silence you know oh so well from him. It doesn’t happen often, but anyone who knows Grayson Dolan knows that when his volume comes down, he means business. A loud and obnoxious Grayson is a happy one, but a brooding and quiet one means serious business.

“Do you want me to go beat his ass? I’ll do it.”

A smile cracks your scowl before you know it, and you shake your head. “No thanks, Gray. As much as I’d love to see that happen, I like your face the way it is. And not on a mugshot.”

He chuckles a little, and you feel your chest lift some just hearing the familiar depth of it. “Well, do you at least want me to come over later? I totally get if you need to be alone, but I know from experience sometimes what helps the most is having good friends around.”

You’re a little surprised. “You don’t have a date?”

“Nope.”

“No one from the roster hitting you up?”

“I don’t have a roster,” he argues playfully, but you both know that’s a lie, if not at least a stretch of the truth. “And even if I did, you’re more important. Always.”

You sigh and take another bite. His words make your neck tingle and your toes wiggle, but you ignore it; your brain is full of confusion as it is. “That makes one man in my life who thinks so, I guess.”

You finally prop your phone up against the fruit basket sitting in the middle of your bar so he can see you. Grayson takes in your image, which admittedly must look kind of pathetic, and you watch his jaw clench and release in a way that you can’t deny is utterly sexy.

“Is an hour okay? Tell Vanessa to come, too.”

“Benito took her to Tulum for the weekend,” you say, referring to your best friend and her boyfriend. “She did threaten to get on a plane and come home early for me, though.”

Grayson grins crookedly, but his jaw is still tight. “Well, tell her you’re in good hands. See you in an hour?”

You give it one last quick consideration; you already feel this much better just talking to him on the phone. Nothing bad could come from him being in your apartment, and you trust him. “Yeah, that’s fine. But just so you know, I’m already at the stage of eating ice cream at 10:30 AM.”

“Did you forget you’re talking to the emotional ice cream eating champion? No judgement here.”

You finally let out a giggle, your spirits officially lifted. “I’ll see you soon.”

**

True to his word, Grayson arrives at your door about an hour later, his arms laden with milkshakes from Monty’s, a gift bag decorated all over with sparkly hearts, and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers.

You’re stunned. The only thing you’d managed to do in the time it took him to get here was take a quick shower in attempts to rid your face of some of the puffiness, throw on some shorts this time with a fresh hoodie, and toss the used tissues scattered around your place into the garbage.

Before you can say anything, he holds out the flowers. “They were out of roses. But I know you like pink.”

You reach out for them slowly, eyes wide, your fingers brushing his when you grasp the plastic wrapping. His cheeks are a similar color to the petals, and it makes both your heart and your lips smile.

“Peonies are my favorite,” you say truthfully. “And yes, especially pink ones. Thank you, Gray.”

“You’re welcome,” he says, sounding relieved.

As he crosses the threshold of your door, he leans down to kiss your cheek, and you can’t help but hum quietly and pull him in for a hug. “That gift better not be for me, either,” you mumble into his chest.

Grayson pulls back, his eyes sparkling, but keeps you close with an arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders. “Oh, this? No, this is for my other best friend I’m trying to cheer up on Valentine’s Day.”

You slap his arm playfully, and lead him into your kitchen, pulling out a vase from the cabinet beneath your sink for the flowers.

The bag has a few gifts in it: a new Comfy (“I remembered you ruined yours when that ketchup bottle exploded all over you the other day”); a huge bag of watermelon sour patch kids (“I know they’re your favorite. Also ice cream gives you brain freeze after the first pint or so, trust me”); and a heart shaped box of your favorite chocolates (“you can eat them or burn them, I wasn’t sure which you’d appreciate more but either is fine with me.”)

You appreciated all of it, more than he would ever understand. All you can do is fling yourself at him weakly, completely overwhelmed. “Fuck you, you’re gonna make me cry all over again.”

Grayson envelops you in those huge, muscular arms, cooing behind that laugh you love so much. “Is that a really backwards way of saying thank you?”

You grunt in affirmation, and with you still wrapped up in his arms, he starts waddling the two of you back the short distance into your living room.

“Here,” he says, coaxing you down into the blanket nest you had created on the couch. “You chill and find a movie. I’ll make popcorn.”

You do, and he does, and the next few hours are spent lounging about in your apartment. Having him here with you is doing wonders from keeping your mind from going down the paths you’d been spiraling towards ever since you saw the messages between Conner and no less than four other girls on Snapchat. You don’t believe in snooping, but finding the first one had been an accident when he received the snap while you had his phone, and your finger happened to press the icon at just the right moment. 

In your eyes, though, the image of one pair of tits that weren’t your own was enough justification to see what else you could find. 

“I hate to admit it, but I’m kind of relieved,” you told Grayson a while later, Shrek playing on the TV quietly. He’s sitting next to you, far enough apart for there to be couch space between the two of you, but close enough to share the oversized blanket thrown over your laps. “Obviously what he did is so fucking shitty and I’m not justifying it in any way, but I can be honest with myself now and realize I wasn’t in that relationship for the right reasons. There wasn’t anything there emotionally at the end of the day.”

“You still have every right to feel hurt by what he did, though. It’s a huge violation of trust,” Grayson assures, reaching out and squeezing your hand gently.  

You squeeze back and grimace at him. “Yeah.” You let out a little mirthless laugh and shake your head, heat flooding your cheeks. “It’s so embarrassing, too. And finding out the day before Valentine’s, no less. Like, I just wanted to look cute, have a nice dinner, have some nice sex, and just... I don’t know. Have an actual Valentine’s day for once. No pressure or anxiety or anything.”

Grayson stares at you in that way he does — so intense and almost intimidating if there wasn’t a genuine warmth behind it. You’re suddenly aware of his thumb brushing the back of your hand slowly. He squeezes your fingers again. 

“So, let’s do it, then. You and me.”

You arch a brow at him, smiling at the rosiness in his cheeks when he realizes what he might have implied. “The dinner part, I mean. And the dressing up. Even though I think you look plenty cute right now.”

You roll your eyes, but for the countless time that day, your heart flutters happily. Looking back, you can’t remember the last time Conner had complimented your appearance, let alone after hours of crying and lazing around in sweats, sugar crystals stuck to the corner of your lip. 

“That would be great, except there’s no way we’re getting into any restaurant at this point,” you remind him. “Probably no delivery, either.”

“I’ll cook for you,” he counters, throwing the blanket off his legs and standing up with a groan. He stops to stretch, and the way his arms go over his head makes his shirt ride up at the bottom, exposing a chunk of hard muscles and golden skin. 

You swallow, eyes trailing up the rest of his torso appreciatively. “I don’t have much.”

He’s already rummaging through your pantry, though, and pulls out a half-full box of pasta, a jar of marinara sauce, and a leftover chunk of sourdough bread. “You got salad stuff?”

You nod, and he opens the fridge to find some lettuce, peppers, and other salad fixings before setting them with the pasta ingredients on the counter. “Go get dressed, look as cute or not cute as you want. I’ll take care of this.”

He’s absolutely unreal. “Gray-”

Grayson holds up his hand. “Ah, no, I’m doing this. You deserve it. Also, I’m hungry. It’s a win-win.”

Your stomach growls as well, and that’s all the convincing you need. While he gets busy in the kitchen, you tidy up the living area some before heading to your room. You feel a little silly, making your third outfit change of the day, but you also like the giddiness in the pit of your belly at the thought of Grayson doing all of this for you. You might as well take advantage of having someone like him in your life. Show him some Valentine’s appreciation of your own.

You forgo the slinky red number you had planned to wear to the restaurant with Conner, and opt instead for a rather unsuspecting blouse-jeans combo, which happen to both respectively frame your tits and ass perfectly.

The lacy, bright pink set in the back of your closet might have made it beneath your clothes, though. The prettiness of it made you feel that much better, even if no one else was going to see it.

Maybe.

Padding back into your kitchen after running a flat iron through your hair and throwing on some concealer, mascara, and lip gloss, you find Grayson draining the pasta into a colander in the sink. 

Grayson does a double-take when he sees you standing there admiring the flex of his bicep as he holds the pot. “Hey! You look amazing.”

“If you say so,” you joke, bumping his hip with yours as. You pass him to pull plates and bowls out of the cabinet.

“I do,” he insists quietly.

Arm outstretched mid-reach, you look over at him, locking eyes with his hazel ones. He looks a little surprised by the words that left his mouth, like he meant for them to stay inside his head. There must be some kind of challenge in your gaze, daring him to elaborate.

He busies himself with the pasta again hastily, his voice low. “Conner is a fucking idiot. To do that to you. To let you go. You don’t deserve that. Especially not today.”

Plates in hand, you rest them gently on the counter with your lower lip caught between your teeth, and peer over at this handsome man you’re so proud and lucky to call your best friend. He’s everything you thought Conner was — cute and smart and charming — but so much more — beautiful and good and kind.

And he’s been right here in front of you the whole time.

You reach out and touch his elbow softly. The hairs on his forearm are crisp but soft, and you follow them down to that gleaming watch on his wrist.

“You know,” you start quietly, fingers tracing the links of the band before flipping his hand over to trace the lines of his palm, “you keep talking about what I deserve today. But you deserve all that and more. You deserve someone’s love that matches your own.”

He watches your delicate fingers on his large, calloused palm, then trails his eyes up to yours when he feels their attention on his face. A piece of hair flops into his eyes, and you reach up without thinking or any hesitation to push it away again with a little smile playing on your glossy lips.

You look down and lay your palm flat against his, admiring the difference in size between your hands for a moment before interlocking your fingers with his.

“I love you.”

Your eyes flit up to his in surprise; he beat you to the words.

“In case that wasn’t obvious,” Grayson continues, turning towards you. “And I hope that’s not too much for you to handle, with everything you’ve had hap-”

“I love you too, Gray,” you interrupt, stepping that much closer to him so you’re nearly chest-to-chest with him.

“Yeah?” He sounds almost boyish in his astonishment, and it makes you want to hold him tight and never let go.

“Yeah,” you giggle. “A lot. I’m sorry it took me getting dumped to realize it.”

He shakes his head, his hand resting on your cheek gently. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod once before he’s swiftly ducking down to claim your lips with his. They’re soft and pliable, and you feel their effects from the nerves in your scalp all the way down to your bare toes.

“Grayson,” you breathe, lashes fluttering open as he pulls back just enough to look at you concernedly.

You smile, bigger and brighter than you have all day, and cup his stubbled cheeks with your hands, scratching your nails gently against his jaw. “I just wanted to say your name.”

Grayson grins now, too. He kisses you more insistently now that he’s got the taste of you on his tongue, which he flicks against the underside of your top lip as he breaks the kiss. “Say it again.”

“Make me,” you challenege, voice breathy and excited, eyes closed as you savor his sweet breath against your lips. “In my room.” You feel him tense up a bit, and you open your eyes to meet his questioning gaze, biting back a smile at the inevitable hope also shining there. “I’m sure.”

With that, Grayson hauls you up into his arms, and you wrap your legs around his waist with a squeal as he buries his face into your neck. He starts making the way to your bedroom, cooked food left long forgotten in the kitchen behind you.

“Are you wearing my signature scent?” he asks, inhaling your skin deeply.

“Mmhm,” you hum, threading your fingers through the back of his thick hair. It’s so long again, and you give the dark strands a sharp tug that makes him grunt. “Part one of my gift to you. Since you got so many for me today.”

“Part one, huh?” he says, crossing the threshold of your room. “What’s part two?”

“What I’m wearing underneath this,” you whisper in his ear, giggling loudly when he lies you down on the bed with more of a toss than he might have intended. “If you want it, that is.”

He looks at you like you’ve lost your mind at the mere suggestion that he wouldn’t, and you take that as enough encouragement to tug at the bow tying your forest green silk wrap blouse together.

The folds part open and expose your chest, clad in that pink lace demi-cup bra with the cage detailing over the tops of your breasts. Grayson moans and dips down to nuzzle your cleavage, breathing in the scent of your warm skin. His hands trail up your sides, from your hips to your rib cage, until they settle in the dips of your waist. His touch ignites you, makes your back arch and your hips grind up against his thigh between your legs, just from the sensation of his hands on these new parts of your body.

“Grayson,” you sigh, and he smirks up at you with his chin on your tits when he realizes that’s all it took for you to say his name again.

You grab his cheeks and kiss that smugness away, shifting your legs so they’re wrapped around his waist once again, pushing down on the small of his back to get your centers to meet.

Both of you gasp into each other’s mouths when his erection rubs against your pussy, even through all the layers of clothing still on your bodies. You reach down blindly, still attacking his mouth with yours, and feel around for his belt.

His pants come off, followed by yours, and he sits you up enough to push your blouse off your shoulders rather gently considering the intensity of everything. Once the garment is tossed over his shoulder, you’re down to nothing but that pretty lingerie and he in his boxer briefs.

There’s a moment of pause and clarity for the two of you, staring into one another’s eyes as the reality hits of what you’re about to do. What it means to both of you. Grayson stares down at you, and places a hand over your rapidly thumping heart.

“Beautiful,” he says quietly, dragging his hand up your chest, over your throat, until he’s cupping you’re cheek and stroking your lip with his thumb.

You smile in return, then part your lips with your eyes locked on his, encouraging him silently to slip that digit in your mouth.

Grayson’s eyes darken, and he offers you his pointer finger instead, swallowing hard when you suck and swirl your soft, wet tongue around it.

Suddenly, he’s rolling the two of you over, switching positions so he’s on his back and you straddle him. You smile happily, taking your turn to duck down and attach your lips to the pulse point his neck, grinding down on his cock with a slow, steady rhythm.

“You’re so amazing, Gray,” you tell him, nipping at the lobe of his ear before kissing the underside of his chin. “Can’t believe you’re all mine now.”

“Can’t believe you’re mine,” he growls back, cursing when you trail your kisses down the center of his body, giving each one of those moon’s their own special attention before continuing down.

When you get to the waistband of his underwear, you trail your tongue on the edge of the elastic and watch his abs contract with each shaky breath he takes. One little move of your hands, and you’ll finally get to see what he’s really packing.

But before you can even hook your fingers there to pull down, he’s tugging on your hair. “Fuck, fuck, c’mere. Please.”

You pout, but follow his lead, licking back up his muscular torso until he’s able to drag you to him for a deep, wet kiss.

“Sit on my face,” he demands, shuffling down on the pillow to make more room for you.

That takes you off guard. “But—”

“Do it. Please. I fucking have to taste you.”

Your body must be working ahead of your brain, because before you know it, you’re straddling Grayson’s face, his tongue is sweeping through the wetness in your slit, and his dark eyes are peering up at you from between your thighs.

“Oh... oh!” you cry out when his tongue starts flicking against your clit. He goes back to swiping up all your arousal, then suctions his lips around your clit. He’s using one hand to hold the lace of your thong aside, and the other dips first one finger, then two inside of you. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good...”

Grayson moans, the vibrations erupting around your clit and sending you right to the edge already. You reach back and palm his cock, rock hard in his underwear still, and squeeze as he makes you cum all over his mouth.

He gets his fill of your cum as he groans and keeps up the motion of his fingers, the pressure of his lips, the softness of his tongue as your pussy pulses with each contraction of your orgasm. You wait for him to start letting up, but something about the way he’s working you just makes those waves stay steady rather than die down again. Maybe that’s his intention, because when you drop your head down to look at him with your mouth wet and agape, there’s a sparkling mischief in his eyes has he eats you out like his last meal.

Your hips grind against his face of their own accord, and you delve one hand in his hair while the other supports you on the headboard. You gasp out a quivering, breathless laugh as it all becomes just too much, and you try to lift off his mouth.

Grayson isn’t having it, though. He wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you down, reveling in the moans and whimpers and squeals as he makes you cum again.

“Oh my god — enough, enough, I can’t...” you whine, shoving on his forehead until he releases you and drops his head to the pillow. You could already see it by the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, but he’s smirking wide, chest heaving as you slink your way down his body.

You collapse next to him in a daze, and he rolls on top of you smoothly, peppering little kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, your nose. When you’re back in your right mind, you nudge blindly at his face so his lips find yours. He tastes like your pussy, and you sigh happily as you lift your heavy arms to wrap around his neck while his scoop beneath you, holding you close.

You continue to indulge in each other for a while, in the kisses you hadn’t been allowed to share until now. There’s something exciting about his familiarity and yet also this strange newness that has you absolutely desperate for him in every way.

“This is crazy,” you say when you pull back for air, studying his face hovering right above yours. You push back that stubborn chunk of hair that keeps falling into his eyes with a soft smile. “How did we end up here?”

Grayson turns his head to press his lips to your palm. “I don’t know. Is it too much? Should we stop?”

You shake your head vehemently, and he grins. “No, please. I think I just have to grasp that you’re really... mine now.”

He chuckles. “How do you think I felt watching you with that loser for five months?”

The mention of Conner makes you feel nothing — nothing other than gratitude for Grayson, that is. You slide your hands down his back, over his ribs, across his abs until your hand cups his dick.

His hips thrust into your touch, and you grin up at him demurely as you finally delve your hand past his waistband until you’ve got his length completely in your grasp.

He’s hot and hard and thick, and you start stroking him just to gauge the reaction in his face. He doesn’t disappoint, his jaw gaping open slightly, his breaths picking up, a flush rising to the apples of his cheeks.

Without warning, he reaches down and grasps your wrist. You pout, but he asks hastily. “Are we gonna have sex?”

You smirk. “Hell yeah.”

Grayson grins and shakes his head. “Alright, then you gotta stop.”

“Already?” you tease, letting him sit back and hook his fingers in the tiny string of your thong at your hips.

He gives you a look as he pulls the scrap of lace down your legs, then stands to push down his own underwear. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, and you wish he’d let you blow him some before you hit the main event, but he says, “I’ve wanted you for too long to take any chances about screwing up the first time.”

You melt a little, reaching for him as he climbs back on the bed. “There should be some condoms in the drawer there. Just to be safe after... you know.”

He nods and dips down to kiss you before leaning over to riffle through the top drawer of your nightstand. He comes back with a purple square, which you take from him.

“Gotta practice an activity safely,” you wink, tearing open the condom and rolling it down his shaft quickly.

“Shut up.” Grayson rolls his eyes, but smiles softly as he settles between your legs just right. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you whisper, gasping as he starts to sink inside you.

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers as your walls suck him in and grip him tight.

He goes slow for a couple of minutes, allowing both of you time to adjust to each other. He stretches you out so much better than anyone you’ve ever been with, and you can’t help but clench around him when you see those tattoos and smell his cologne and hear his voice — all things that remind you that this is Grayson fucking you.

He growls the first time you do it, then sits up hastily, pulling his face out of your neck when you do it again. He tucks his knees beneath him, sits on his heels, and hauls your hips into his lap as the speed of his thrusts picks up incrementally. Until he’s fucking you for real, and your tits bounce in your bra with every upstroke.

You shove an arm beneath your pillow, enunciating the curves of your body, and watch his expressions as he fights to hold back. His hair is disheveled, lip caught tight between his teeth and muffling his deep, satisfied sounds that mingle with your open higher-pitched ones. He catches your eye and his hands on your hips grip you so tight for a moment that you’re sure little bruises will be there in the morning — not that you mind.

“Fuck,” he whispers harshly before slowing his hips and shifting down to give you a deep, sloppy kiss. “Turn over.”

You moan into his mouth, then follow his order, rolling onto your front as soon as he pulls out. You expect him to haul your hips up into the air, but he moves your hair off your neck and trails sweet kisses from shoulder to shoulder, his hand sweeping down the subtle curve of your back until he’s gripping your ass.

Grayson’s hand moves down your thigh and pushes it up and out once he’s cupping the back of your knee. The angle encourages you to twist your upper half until you have sight of him once again in all his angled, sweaty, muscular glory.

“Fuck me, baby,” you beg him, already anticipating the fullness inside you again. Needing it.

“Want me to fuck you?” he asks needlessly, pushing into your pussy once again. You moan loudly, either in confirmation or from pure pleasure, it doesn’t matter. The angle is tighter, the tip of his dick hitting a spot so perfectly accurate inside of you that you can’t concentrate on anything other than how good he’s making you feel. “Yeah. So fucking sexy. So beautiful...”

“Gray.. oh fuck yes, right there,” you whimper, catching onto his arm as he leans over you and gives you those hard, steady strokes.

“Open your eyes, baby, lemme see them when you cum,” he growls out.

You open them as much as you can, your vision blurry, but you can still make out those handsome features soaking in the pleasure on your face. Watching and waiting for you to get yours so he can get his.

As soon as you’re clenching like a vice around him, Grayson is letting go into the condom. You can vaguely feel the throb of him as he cums in spurts, the sound of his masculine, drawn-out groans making you shiver and tense up even more on his dick. If it’s possible for anyone to sound as sexy as they look, Grayson achieves that in spades.

He collapses on the bed next to you, and you have just enough strength to roll over until he’s got you gathered in his arms. You nuzzle into his chest and try to process everything. You had been hoping for nice sex today, and instead you got the best sex of your life.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence while you both catch your breath, after he pulls and ties off the condom, you smile into his cooling skin with a satisfied sigh.

“Thank you for making this the best Valentine’s Day of my life. Especially after it was starting to look like the worst.”

“You made this the best day of my life, period,” he says, kissing your forehead. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Gray.”

[rulerofstars]

us, a paradigm

What happens when two anxious hearts collide?

Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Genre: College of Engineering!AU, angst, fluff, smutty themes.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word count: 4.5k words.

Angel: I just reached 100 followers! Words can never explain how glad I am to write for you, I’m thankful that I am somehow able to make you guys happy by doing what I love. Enjoy this one.

Commitment issues are so rampant, and you were never really surprised when it dawned to you how much of a coward you are when it comes to responsibilities and devotions. It is scary. People are scary. One moment you are in love then suddenly, you are not. Doubts and questions have always filled your heart whenever you consider taking another step, what if I misunderstood my feelings for something else?

Trust is a huge word. And being someone who overthinks a lot has compromised your standards to believe, and it sucks.

Hanji on your side continued rambling about how much of a bitch the professor was earlier, based on your observation, they had been late and caused a distraction upon entering the classroom, interrupting the discussion. You sighed as you carried the tray filled with your not so favorite foods towards a vacant spot inside the busy cafeteria.

Your eyes wandered for a moment, sighting various chaotic scenarios around you. Every single person had their own shit to do, there are couples gobbling up each other’s faces, decent Science people who study while eating, gossips who had nothing better to do but to stick their noses up a random person’s business, jocks who are so noisy, oh, and the Computer engineering majors who had just entered the cafeteria. Their presence is indeed, intimidating, especially the seniors.

“What are you doing here? Your building’s literally light years away.” Hanji interrogates as Erwin sat on the vacant spot next to them, and Mike to your left, making you scoop to your right to give him more room since he is. . . a giant.

Erwin took his iPad with its green silly case out, and the pen with the matching silly case, of course. These men, you chuckled.

“Levi wanted some tea and we don’t have tea in our cafeteria.” Mike shrugged, playing with plants versus zombies part 2 on his phone. Levi is here, then? You thought, your heart pumping a little bit faster when you heard his name, anticipation run through your veins.

A white mug has been placed in front of you, the steam radiating from the drink smelled like your favorite warm drink.

“Speaking of the fucking devil.”

Levi scoffed, sitting next to Hanji and in front of you, leaning against the backrest as he took a sip from his own insulated tumbler, two strings with tags hanging from it. He gave you an eyebrow flash, acknowledging your presence and saying “hey” without actually talking.

You looked down on your mug and avoided his meaningful glances, the warmth of your drink aided your icy-ass hands, as Levi would have called it.

No one knows what is going on between you and the man, by no one, that includes you and him. The both of you are stuck in the anomaly of being afraid to get serious, yet not wanting to let go of each other’s hand. You wanted to laugh at the irony. Years spent of mastering algorithms and theories, yet you cannot even figure out the real score behind the actions and emotions that are involved whenever you meet. Two clever individuals who are unbelievably dumb when it comes to commitments and relationships.

“What are we?”

It was a cold evening eight weeks ago, the fairy lights surrounding you provided warm lusters that helped you distinguish Levi’s emotion. But the man had none on his face, and so did you. You are both puzzles waiting to be solved, but not ready for significant changes.

“We’re happy.”

You fuck, you have felt him in so many ways, in different positions, in different places. But the intimacy did not just stop on how you beg for his touch and how he does for you. You are fuck buddies who had pillow talks at 3:00 am, talking about your plans and what kind of goals you have. He told you about his dreams, complained to you about his day, the both of you laughed about how Erwin gave into the blandishments of a salesperson and actually bought silly-looking cases. While you helped him test his projects and cook whenever he had a bad day, joy runs through your blood when you got his tea right, when he lets you take his hoodies home, and lends you his favorite pen.

And perhaps you are fuck buddies, with something more. Neither you nor him, had wanted to clear the score in between, and you chose to dwell within the intimacy and warmth of his being. No labels, no relationships, just two people who enjoyed the company of one another.

“(Y/N), let’s go we’re almost late.” Hanji says, grabbing their bag and standing up, almost hitting Erwin with their steel keychains.

You sighed, grabbing your bag and nodding at the boys, flashing your eyebrows at Levi, too.

_____

The holiday season could be felt inside the campus. Various Christmas decorations appeared everywhere, peppermint mocha now available in the cafeteria, green and red garlands outlined every doorway. Santa Claus just vomited in your university, and you are not hating it, yesterday, you even heard someone playing Christmas songs. It’s the season for ugly sweaters with reindeers in it, and you can’t wait to give one for each of your friends, including your juniors. You wanted to laugh at the thought.

Levi’s warm hands found their way under your- well, his hoodie as he fondled with your breasts while you sat in front of your laptop, leaning against him, and him leaning against the headboard of your bed.

“I’m busy,” You lightly scolded him, trying to shoo his hands away, but he groped your left breast a bit tighter and played with your right nipple.

“Levi!” You called out, playfully glaring at him. This man is insatiable, you thought.

He let out a hearty chuckle and placed his head on your nape. This kind of moments are those you consider unusual, if Levi is clingy then it is unusual.

Warm kisses are placed at the back of your neck and it did send chills all the way to your bones. You love the way he kisses you like some kind of candy, obsessed with how you taste, demanding for more of you.

“Stop moving,” He groaned, burying his face on your hair, inhaling your scent, “This weather is making me horny.”

Your fingers had stop typing for a while, trying to register what he had just said, “You are always horny.” A giggle escaped from your throat, ignoring his thirst for attention. This essay is more important than your needs, and it is due in an hour. Maybe after that, you can satisfy this man’s ache for pleasure.

Levi scoffed, getting out of your warm bed with only his grey sweatpants. Your eyed darted to his lean body and admired him for a bit before going back to your task.

He has been here since last night, he had a few drinks with Erwin and Mike at the newly opened bar, and apparently, he is too tired to drive back to his apartment. You shook your head at the thought, he’s five minutes away. Hanji told you about the Christmas event next week, and it was eventually announced to you by the dean.  

“Your fridge is so gloomy,” Levi states, you did not look up to him as you continued typing for your report for a minor subject. You sighed, Chemical Engineering is fun with all the laboratories and stuff, but the reports and calculations? No.

“Yeah, I haven’t gone to the grocery since last week so. . .” You trailed. Besides, you were too busy to cook for yourself, so you either had to call for food deliveries, buy your food at school, or go to Levi’s place for food. He is a decent cook, and you really do not have to worry about the cleanliness of the food.

The man sat beside you and looked at your screen, eyeing your word count. You are near your goal and you would definitely let the software check for your own work after this. He planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Let’s go to the store then.” He grumbled, he was eager for your food last night, had he not slept immediately after lying on your bed.

You stared at him, the corner of your lips curving upwards to form a smile. He rarely initiates grocery dates, he had been with you thrice, but he grows impatient whenever you are having a hard time choosing from two different brands, plus there are chances that one of your friends could see you hanging around.

“Okay. . .” You hummed earning a little yet captivating smirk from him. Levi never fails to make your heart flutter whenever he shows you his rare smile, “After this.”

His breath tickled your ear when he placed his chin on top of your shoulder, itching for you to finish your goddamn report.

“One round before going?”

“Oh, shut up.”

_____

The store is not that crowded when you came, the pushcart’s handle is imprinted with Christmas-inspired designs, and everyone’s wearing their warm, cozy sweaters, and you happen to be wearing one of Levi’s university hoodies, too.

“You don’t need that much butter.” He mutters upon seeing you stock up on one of your favorite canned butters, you made face.

“You’re not sure.”

As you walk along the aisles, the sight of sale and canned cookies immediately distracted you, leaving Levi and the cart to him. It ain’t Christmas without a can of butter cookies, you smiled at the cute design embossed on the can.

“Oh, (Y/N)!”

Hanji’s voice caused you to freeze on the spot. Where’s Levi? Had they seen you with him?

“Hey,” You smiled, turning around and thanking God that Levi wasn’t there, he probably went to another section the moment he had seen your friend, “You alone?” You asked, holding three cans of biscuit on your hand.

“Yeah, yeah I’m- wait, is that a hoodie from the. . .” They gasped, slapping your arm causing you to wince in pain. That fucking stings.

You swear to God Hanji’s laugh is so loud everyone could hear.

“(Y/N), you slut!” They cackle, people are weirdly staring at the both of you. Shyness crept in your system. “Who is it? Does Erwin, Mike or Levi know this guy?”

In the corner of your eyes, you saw Levi looking at you from the far corner of the grocery, the cart already filled with the supplies that you need, lacking what you really want, he signaled you to check your phone and immediately walked away, probably heading to the cashier already.

“I-I don’t know, okay? It was one night.” Lousy lies came out of your mouth, and you already knew that Hanji would not buy this. They smirked at you, patting your shoulder.

“Whatever you say, honey, I’ll get going, don’t forget to buy condoms, okay?”

Your face is now so red because of the sudden conversation and how loud Hanji’s voice was. Everyone in that section probably thinks that you really are a slut. You face palmed, stopping to your tracks when you remember what Levi had signaled you to do so.

Levi: I got you all you need, just meet me in my car.

(Y/N): k just lemme pay for some cookies

Without waiting for his reply, you shoved your phone in your bag. Immediately heading to the cashier to pay for your beloved butter cookies. It was a shame, though. You thought. You were somehow anticipating to have a decent grocery shopping date with Levi, and it was cut short.

You sighed. Maybe some things just are not meant to happen, after all.

 _____

The whole room seemed to be too huge as you walk your way towards your seat, next to Nanaba. She eyed you as if you were an alien, confusion is plastered across her face as you limped, wincing when you were not careful enough for another step.

“What happened to you?” She asks, helping you put your heavy-ass bag down and cringing upon hearing your whims.

Levi happened. “Nothing, I worked out too hard.” You lied, again, loathing how hard the chair is against your butt and sore muscles, flinching whenever a muscle aches suddenly, remembering how unquenchable your thirst was last night. Nonstop fucking happened in your apartment, hours of skin-to-skin activities had made you limp and as Levi would say, fucking weak.

Huge, fresh, and screaming hickeys greeted you this morning that you wanted to storm into Levi’s apartment and kick him in the nuts. Good thing you have a concealer, because knowing your friends, you would be in the hot seat if ever they see the marks on your neck.

Modules were handed out to all of you, the professor of this minor but terrible subject gave one final activity and you are officially done with your finals here. You immediately worked on it, ignoring Hanji’s blabbering and occasionally saying yes whenever them and Nanaba asks you questions, something about going to the mall later. You really do not have any kind of plans, so.

“Say, have you seen the invitation for the soiree?” Hanji started, your head lifted up at what they had just said.

You raised a brow at her, “It’s a soiree now? I thought it was just a simple event.” You left your most decent dresses at home! And by home, it meant not your apartment.

“Are you not happy?” Nanaba asks, bewildered because of your reaction, “Just buy one later.”

Hanji scoffs, “You’re lucky you’d get to have a formal date with the computer guy,” Your eyes widened at her sudden remark, Nanaba is now perplexed and looking back and forth at the two of you.

“She’s fucking someone from Comp Engineering, I saw her yesterday. . .”

Sighing, you eventually let Hanji spill the beans to Nanaba. It is not like they would know, anyway. But, the thought of being scared of your friends knowing bothered you a lot. What if you admit that you and Levi are fucking? Then it would be okay, right?

No it won’t. It is you and Levi. They would go berserk if they realize that you, a dean’s lister, and Levi, one of the most serious individuals who looks like one who does not have a sex life, is settling in a relationship with no labels. No responsibilities, you know better than that. But that is what makes it safe, right?

Him and I, but never ‘us.’ You felt a twinge in your heart when you thought about it, shaking the thought away and butting in your friends’ conversation.

Still limping, you followed your friends towards a decent boutique when you arrived at the mall. They offered you different kinds of clothing, and luckily, they have dresses which are pleasant enough to make you look pleasant.

“Is it required to have a date?” Nanaba questioned, reading whatever is on the invitation. You shrugged your shoulders, not really interested on having a date.

“What are you, a high school student?”

You rolled your eyes at the both of them, you could already feel the unnecessary argument starting to brew, “I think it depends on you, it would not matter, anyway.” You said, eyeing a white dress from afar.

“But I want to be a high school student!” Hanji whined.

Ignoring your friends, you approached the silk dress. Adoring how nice it looks and envisioning how it might look on you. The saleslady greeted you, giving a kind smile that you returned, “Do you want to try it?”

The dress suited you finely. White’s elegance never fails to make you enchanted, and upon trying the dress, you immediately know that it’s the one.

“Ooh! I’ve got an idea! What if I tell Erwin to ask me out?” Hanji asks, making you laugh while you admire yourself in the mirror. It’s perfect.

“Don’t be silly, I heard he’s planning to ask Marie out.” Nanaba interferes, they are talking from different fitting rooms, you sighed.

“Marie will probably go with Nile,” Hanji rebuts “And where did you learn that from?”

Nanaba cleared her throat, “I heard it from Mike.”

Hanji’s loud teasing is probably heard across the whole shop, spatting various accusations about Nanaba and Mike’s relationship, and the latter defended herself, claiming that they are just friends. And if the person knew about you and Levi, it would probably be worse than this, but just like them, you are all aware that you are just friends.

 _____

Hanji: jst take me w u Erwin

Mike: the man’s sad because of his lil crush

Hanji: yep cmon just ask me i wont reject u c:

The night before the soiree, your group’s groupchat has been louder than it usually was. Turns out, Marie, the girl that Erwin had planned to ask out, has already agreed going with Nile, someone form Architecture. Mike’s with Nanaba, and they easily slipped off everyone’s teasing because it was pretty obvious, even way before. Hanji’s pestering Erwin about taking them to the soiree as his date.

Erwin: Okay, fine.

Moblit’s planning to go alone because according to him, having a date will spoil the fun. You are going alone, too. And so is Levi who is currently lying in your bed, bare and naked.

“They won’t suspect anything if we go alone.” The mutual decision offered many pros, and having a date’s just formality, too. The two of you did not see the point of going with someone, in your terms, you are done being high school students.

You rested your chin against your palm while you eyed Levi who is scrolling through his phone. Chilly air entered your apartment and you rolled your eyes at the sight of open windows that the both of you had forgotten to close earlier because you were busy snogging.

“‘Cha doin’?” You asked, straddling Levi and snuggling against his chest to steal his warmth. He lets you in by moving the blanket so that the both of you are nicely covered, his cologne still lingering on his skin despite the sweat that had cascaded down his body earlier, while he was busy pounding into you.

He pressed his lips on your forehead, placing his one arm over your bare back, feeling the coldness and gently rubbing it away, “Checking some shit.”

You played with his hair for a while, twirling his jet-black hair in your fingers and occasionally massaging his undercut, earning a groan every once in a while. Your fingers gently walked down to his sharp jawline, reaching his neck. The bruises you have left is now extremely light marks, as they already faded away.

“Will you go home?” You asked, implying for him to stay the night and cuddle with you. His bluish grey eyes looked down at you, softening upon seeing your angelic face.

“I’ll go home tomorrow morning,” He says, placing you on your bed and turning to his side to hug you and pepper your chest with kisses.

_____

Tomorrow evening came by fast, you were picked up by Mike and Nanaba, and now, you are on your way to the hotel venue. Third wheeling has always been your role at dates, you smiled at the thought. This event became an impromptu prom for college students, and you silently hoped that there would be a mobile bar, at least.

Erwin, Moblit, and Hanji waited for the three of you by the entrance, they looked dashing in their clothes. You kissed their cheeks the moment you approached them, and you did not get away from your classmates who praised how well you looked tonight.

The silk, white dress accentuated every feature that you have got. In Mike’s words, “Girl’s damn pretty.”

You presented your stubs upon entrance and your friends picked a seat near the buffet table. These people. You shook your head and followed everyone, sitting in the middle of Hanji and Nanaba as you sat down and let your eyes wander for a moment.

The whole place screamed Winter wonderland and you were glad upon picking the color white for an outfit. Again, people were up for their own shit. Some are already lining up on the mobile bar, taking pictures, some are trying to make out, you lifted your hand when you saw Mikasa and Eren, along with Armin and waved your hands at them.

To accommodate the whole department of engineering, one must have a venue as big as the fucking Earth, and you are glad that the place’s actually wide enough, you can’t stand being in a crowded place, and so is Levi.

“Where’s shorty?”

Erwin looked up upon hearing Hanji’s voice, he’s playing another mobile game with Mike. “He’s with his date, I guess.”

Your heart skipped a beat after hearing what Erwin had just said. He’s got a what?

“Really? Who?” Hanji asks, munching up the appetizers on your table.

The blonde man shrugged his shoulders, “I think it’s Ral, she’s our classmate.”

Of course, who are you to feel jealous? You ran your fingers through your hair to relieve the horrible feeling of being betrayed, because after all, you had no label, no commitments. All you did was fuck, is it bad that your heart felt like it has been stumped on millions of times because of a non-existent relationship? Maybe.

A woman with beautiful auburn hair greeted your sight, next to her is Levi, his hand held hers the way he did with yours after hours of fucking and playing around. You wanted to punch yourself at this very moment. Because somehow, you anticipated that you’d be his girl for the night. You expected him to be next to you, while the both of you exchange meaningful glances and stares that meant a lot more than just “hey”.

Or did you mistook his stares for something more than you were supposed to?

The chair produced a screeching sound as you stood up, grabbing your bag and putting the chair back to its place. You are pretty sure that everyone’s perplexed because of your sudden movements.

“Where are you going?” Hanji held your wrist, demanding an immediate answer.

“I’m thirsty, goin’ to the bar.” You break away from their grasp, and you heard their chair move as well.

Their arm draped around your shoulders, “Ooh, feisty, I’m coming along!”

_____

Warm, strong mixes of alcohol provided your throat the spirit and your system the courage to confront the man later. You want to be demolished, body and soul. You had no fucking idea, that letting go of something that was never yours to begin with would feel this way.

Okay, that hurts.

Looking to your left, you saw Hanji trying to drink every kind of cocktail, you already know her end game. Godbless our poor Erwin, you thought.

“Hey.”

You hated the familiarity of his voice, and how your heart reacts whenever he is near. Levi fucking Ackerman is next to you, eyeing how you drink the tequila as if it was orange juice.

“Go back to your date, Levi,” You said calmly, sucking on the lemon. Nothing could be more bitter than this night.

He placed his hand on your back, “She asked me to.” Remorse filled his voice. You know Levi. You know that he would not even look at you even just for a second if he already had his eyes on another person.

“It’s okay, Levi.” You can’t even look at him.

His warm hand captured your wrist once again, lightly tugging you, and you could not refuse anyway. You let him lead the way until you reached the secluded garden. The place might be off-limits, but who fucking cares? You are about to get heart broken, might as well do this in a nice place.

“What’s your problem?” You scoffed at his question, glaring at him with your cold eyes. Pain is evident within the depts of your stares, and God knows how sorry Levi is for making you feel this way.

“Really?”

You are about to walk away when he grabbed your hand and forced you to stay in front of him. His strong arms caged your body.

“Fuck, (Y/N), just say something.” He whispered.

The both of you are fools whose hearts resonated against the beat of the other.

“There is nothing in between us, that is my problem! Y-you don’t know how defenseless I have felt when I saw you with her,” You burst, thousands of unsaid sentiments are now overflowing along the tears that had escaped your eyes, “I’m not dumb. You aren’t, too. Why won’t we just fucking admit?”

He sighed against your hair, rubbing your back with his free hand and embracing you with the other, “You know,” He cleared his throat, “The moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew that one day you’ll have me,” His hand lifted your face, kissing your tears away, “You weren’t hard to love, (Y/N).”

“I hate how you called me your friend when my heart called you something else, I hate how my being sought for a label while we kept this as a secret,” The music echoed from the function hall, a sign that the main event had already started. Your trembling lips set everything you wanted to say free, “I was fucking scared, Levi. I was scared of commitments and responsibilities, and then you came along. . .”

Levi pulled you closer to his body, you could feel the turmoil residing within his chest. “And I don’t want to be scared anymore.” You sobbed within his embrace. You are both aware of how you feel. How the little things that mattered to you and him had meant something more than just being friends with benefits.

“Your eyes gave you away,” He chuckled, planting a kiss on your forehead, “I am a shitty person, you know that,” He said, holding you tighter. None of you wanted to let go, because you are both cowards who did not know how to start, and now you are clueless about what will happen if ever you let go, “And I would settle for anything as long as you’d be with me. I was a scum for thinking about the risks of being official without even trying. I was afraid that you’d know me more- I’m fucked up, (Y/N), then you’ll get tired of me. . .”

He made you look at him directly in the eyes, fondness and passion lurking along the hues of grey and blue, “And I don’t want you to be tired of me.”

Your emotions sang as one, the wind accompanying you both as you realized the choices that you have. Along the months of drowning in denials and trying to withdraw against the whisper of your hearts, you found yourself being carried away by the intensity of fate, just to lead you against each other’s embrace.

“Are you scared?” You asked, clinging onto him like there is no more tomorrow, feeling the tenderness of his heartbeats.

“I won’t be, for as long as I am with you.”

You nodded against his embrace, relief washing the anxiety and pain from your system. Commitments are scary, responsibilities seem to be terrifying, but nothing’s worse than letting a chance slip away because of cowardice. Nothing is worse than not being able to hold his hand and eventually having to let go.

“What do we call us?” You asked, letting him sway you against the cozy Christmas song.

He smiled, planting a soft kiss on your lips, “Lovers.”

[kuroos-moon]

「vi. Deal pt. 2」

warning/s: angst (just a lil bit)

a/note: for this smau, like my previous one, there will be numerous chapters wherein they aren’t text chains or necessarily smaus just like this chapter and the prologue. If that’s not to ur liking, or for any reason at all, pls feel free to tell me u wanna be removed from the taglist 🖤

He skeptically looks out through his window, and just like you had texted him a minute ago, there were no more reporters outside. Finally, he thought, not really expecting you to be telling the truth. Honestly, why do you mess with him so much? 

Also, he’s been wondering ever since your reunion if you deliberately went to the gym for him or if that was pure coincidence and you’re spontaneously messing up his life right now. The moment he opens his door, he’s adamant on avoiding you because he just knew the person you were now is adamant on driving him insane by doing things like popping out of nowhere to pester him. 

Speaking of which, what the hell are you doing in front of his doorstep? “Sakusa Kiyoomi!” You brightly smile, eyes lighting up at the very sight of him. “Nope.” He pulls the door close but you put a hand to stop him. He tugs on it, making you chuckle, but you stubbornly refuse to let him shut you out. 

“Get out.” He snaps. “I’m not even inside, Sakusa Kiyoomi.” 

Seriously? Saying his full name like that only ticks him off. “Don’t call me that.” He tugs harsher on his doorknob but you successfully grip the door with both hands now. 

“Shall I call you love then?” You tease despite finding it extremely hard to keep the door open. It may now have dawned on to him that this was pointless as he lets go, though he’ll never admit that he’s actually afraid of accidentally shutting the door on your fingers—he knows he easily could. 

“What do you want?” He sighs. “We need to talk.” 

“About what?” How you left me? How you had the audacity to walk back in my life like you didn’t trample all over me before? 

“Our relationship,” you grin. He chokes. “Our what now?” Laughter erupts from your throat, and it was bittersweet. You’re so carefree and mesmerizing—your eyes angelic and genuinely alight. But more than that, you’re ruthless and despicable, he knows that all too well. 

“Won’t you invite me in? It’s cold y’know,” you place your hands inside your pockets. “Then freeze,” he narrows his eyes. He absolutely hates you, here he was slightly worrying he’ll go soft and easy on you because one could never control the heart yet you so easily reminded him of why you were the bane to his existence.  

“Yup, figured walking in your home wasn’t gonna happen,” you mutter to yourself with a small smile. He hates it. Don’t act like you know him, because at some point you did, but you don’t deserve to have him etched in your memory. 

“Tell me what you want so we could get this over with.” 

“Right. Yes sir. Yes love,” you chuckle, not even minding that he remains unamused. “My manager has already arranged a live interview this afternoon.” 

“You should’ve started with that. So, you’re here to ask me what you should say?” He asks, unintentionally looking down on your hands you’ve rubbed together for friction. It was indeed cold, you brought this upon yourself though. 

“No, I’m here to make a deal with you. My statement for my interview later on depends on your response.” 

He rolls his eyes, leaning his shoulder on the doorframe because talking to you definitely tired him out; sucked his soul out of him. “And by this lovely deal, what exactly are you proposing? Not that you have a leverage over me now or anything.” 

You smile, stepping closer to him but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Instead, his feet remained planted to the ground, self-aware of how much his heart was racing right now and the only thing—albeit pathetic—he could do was glare at you. 

“Befriend me for a month, that’s it.” That didn’t sound half as bad compared to how devilish you’ve been these past few days. “Go on,” he mutters, stepping back and away from you. “You can’t block my number and you have to reply to my texts.” 

“Aren’t you ashamed of how pathetic and selfish you are right now?” He lowly says. You look up at him in surprise, there was faint hurt and vulnerability in his voice that wasn’t there before and you can’t help but feel guilty for it. 

“I like you, I don’t know why, I just do.” Pain visits him like an old friend. Casual, embracing, and mind-numbingly heartbreaking. You look up at his eyes and could tell right away the discomfort in them, but it wasn’t just discomfort, there was agony too—perhaps. You could never be too sure, you think, looking down on both your shoes. 

“I don’t know why you’re so hellbent on avoiding me, it felt like you hated me the first day we met, and I didn’t like the way you hated me for no apparent reason, much so because I happen to like you.” You’re rarely ever serious or this openly truthful with anyone other than your friends, it was only normal that it embarrassed you. But this didn’t feel exactly foreign either. It felt like he understood you somehow—your words and the thoughts you haven’t exactly expressed. 

“I hated you the first time we met?” He repeats and you look at him, surprised at the surreal softness in his voice. “When… was the first time we met, y/n?” 

That’s the first time he’s said your name. It made your cheeks flush warm and your eyes widen a fraction. This moment was temporary and fleeting, it was easy to see, because he certainly doesn’t call your name like that so naturally and so right—he certainly doesn’t look at you with the absence of resentment as he normally would. 

“Three days ago, outside your gym,” you respond unsurely. As if you’ve reminded him of something utterly annoying, he had closed off himself once more, his eyes unreadable and brooding as they stared back at you. 

“And this is why I hate you,” he chuckles humorlessly. You’re still pretending you didn’t know him, as if those years together were something you could so easily erase. “I don’t care what you say in that damned interview. Saying yes to that excessively self-centered deal of yours would lose me my self-respect, you know that.” 

He finally steps out the door, closing it behind him as he walks past you and all the way to his car. He hopes this would be the last time he sees you; he desperately hopes so. The last thing he needs is a repeat of the emotional wreck he’s been when he was at the lowest point of his life after you so selfishly left him behind.  

“Sakusa Kiyoomi!” You call off, and he stops in his tracks, clenching his teeth. You’re clearly overestimating his patience. “I don’t know how befriending me would lose you your self-respect. Hell, I am so irritated at you right now, hard-to-understand-breathtaking-stupid volleyball player!” You grit your teeth, he scoffs, finding your impudence unbelievably out of this world. 

He wanted to bring up your past, to shove it right in your face that you had no right to be angry with his hostility considering everything you’ve done. But he can’t, it’s foolish to bring up history you insist you’ve forgotten. “You better watch my interview later on.” 

“Oh?” He mockingly says, turning to look at you, “just what are you going to say?” He admits it is out of character for him to banter off with you like this, if you were someone else, he’s long gone inside his car. Maybe this was his way of saying goodbye to you for good, allowing himself to talk to you like this before moving forward with his life that’s anti-you. 

“I’m telling them we’re the bestest of friends but we might marry!” You stick your tongue out at him before running off, you don’t even notice him freeze up. His heart fell to his stomach, he unconsciously held in a breath. No, he didn’t just hold in a breath, it’s getting harder and harder for him to breathe. 

There it is again, his old, life-long friend. Crippling pain, anxiety, and resentment bundling up and turning into one heavy-ass anchor, pulling him deeper down than he’s been before. The stability he’s built and worked on by religiously avoiding you for years all went down the drain with those silly words of yours. 

Just what kind of ridicule or twisted teasing are you pulling off? 

“Wow, I’m surprised you guys put up with Oomi.” He hears your voice, lips tugging upward a little before he realizes what you had just said. Finally entering the gym, he sees you sitting in a circle along with his teammates. 

He narrows his eyes at the back of your head. You should be in your winter uniform by now, he bets you forgot. One thing he hated about being a year older than you is that he goes to a different school now that he’s in highschool while you’re still on your last year of middle school, you just can’t seem to take care of yourself enough. 

“Yup, Oomi’s really great, he’s the best, I guess that’s why you accept how cold he is sometimes huh,” you snicker, your enjoyment short-lived when you’re engulfed in a jacket and Sakusa’s scent. “Stop giving me backhanded compliments just because you think I’m not around,” he bitterly tells you though there’s a ghost of a smile on his lips. 

“Oomi!” You rise up to your feet immediately and flung yourself at him. He catches you with no hesitation of course, guessing that you’re here again because you missed him. The rest of his teammates except Komori are surprised. 

“Sakusa-kun, didn’t know you had a middle school girlfriend.” 

“Ew, she’s not my girlfriend.” He bites back a smile though when you punch his shoulder. “What’s with the ew? Not that I like Oomi that much—he’s an ass,” you send him a pointed look, “but we’re the bestest of friends,” you grin. 

“And we might marry someday, right Oomi?” 

His face falls. “Can you not make me cringe like for a week or two, thanks.” 

You scowl, “oh, so what, you don’t wanna marry me?” At this point, he blushes, you’re always so blunt and shameless, you could at least tweak it down a bit. He only scoffs, walking past you to pick up a ball from the ground, “didn’t say anything like that.” 

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[youare-mysonshine]

gangsta || oscar diaz

Summary: one of the santos doesn't realize that the reader is oscar's girlfriend and shoves her in front of him. Requested: yes. "could you do a story of someone in the santos yelling at "y/n" and/or shoving her in front of Oscar and how he reacts? if so, thank you!!" Pairing: oscar diaz x reader Warnings: cussing, drinking, violence. Word Count: 2.9k A/N: SHE'S BACK! I took a break from writing because I wasn't feeling it. I lost my groove for a bit, i just didn't have the motivation but I'm slowly getting back into it again. I've missed you all, I've missed writing and I've missed Oscar lmao. the season 3 release date has me hyped as fuck and i couldn't leave you all hanging any longer. this isn't my best work, i'm a bit rusty so pls be nice lmao but HERE WE GO! Send me an ask if any of you wanna be tagged in future work of mine!

________________ "you coming?" oscar's deep voice came out through the speaker on y/n's phone, which sat on her dresser as she finished getting ready, swiping one last touch of lip gloss on her plump lips before putting it back in her make up bag. she looked at herself in the mirror, running her finger through her y/c/h hair. "si, i'm just waiting for angelica to get here. so impatient. i'll be there soon baby." her lips curved up in a tiny smirk as she heard her boyfriend let out a little scoff at her words. she and oscar had been dating for nearly a year now - they had met each other at a party and immediately hit it off. people had warned her to stay away from spooky, that he was no good, nothing but trouble - and sure, she initially had her reservations about dating him given his lifestyle, but she couldn't deny her feelings for him the more time they spent together. their relationship was passionate, intense, fiery. people had doubted that they'd last but there they were, proving everyone wrong. that didn't mean their relationship was always great - they had fights, disagreements. she hadn't agreed with his treatment of cesar, kicking him out and essentially leaving him homeless, but she realized it really was out of his control. "yeah alright. i'll see you mamas." just then, she heard a honk come from outside her home. angelica was there. saying she'd see oscar soon, she ended the call and made her way out of her home, locking the front door behind her and walking over to the car parked beside the sidewalk. inside was her friend angelica and all her friends - she and angelica went to school together and stayed in touch even after they both graduated. it was y/n that had invited angelica to the little party that the santos were throwing. getting in the car, the young female greeted angelica and her friends and with that, they were off, driving down the familiar streets of freeridge to the party. "so you and spooky are still together, huh?" one of angelica's friends, mariana, questioned. at the mention of her boyfriend, the y/h/c haired beauty felt a smile tug at her glossy lips. it was an instant reaction at this point. "oh yeah she is. look at her, she's blushing!" one of her other friends, yesenia, remarked, a wide, amused grin on her face. y/n rolled her eyes, but wore a smile on her face nonetheless. "ay ya cayense. yeah we're still together. it's gonna be a year soon." she told them. "a whole year. and some people thought we wouldn't make it past a month." "so i'm guessing you're not gonna need a ride home after the party?" "oh girl you already know what she's gonna be riding after the party. tu ya sabes." ____ the drive lasted only about a few more minutes before they finally arrived at their destination. mariana parked the car in front of the car and all four ladies climbed out. y/n immediately spotted her boyfriend's cherry red car and she got excited, wanting nothing more than to just see him already. together, all four ladies walked side by side down the driveway of the house and into the backyard where the party was just barely getting started. the sun was still out and the backyard wasn't as full as she knew it would become. she knew once the moon was out, that's when shit would get cracking. y/n's y/e/c eyes scanned the group of santos for her own santo until she finally saw him. he had just turned and walked away from who she recognized to be ruby and his older brother mario. mario who just so happened to be angelica's ex boyfriend. but that went to the very back of her mind when oscar's dark eyes landed on her, when a smile pulled at his lips and showed off those dimples she loved so much. her feet moved on autopilot, carrying her toward her tall boyfriend until both of them were standing in front of each other. "hey mamas." he greeted. he leaned down ever so slightly, hands on her hips, pulling her body flush against his muscular one. the butterflies in her stomach were going wild and she wasn't ashamed to admit that oscar always had that effect on her. "hey papito." she leaned up as he leaned down and finally closed the space between them, their lips meeting in a kiss that took her breath away. in the midst of their lip locking session, y/n felt oscar's large hand sliding away from her hip, moving to her back and down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. she let out a small gasp followed a breathless laugh against his lips, resulting in a smile pulling at his lips. both of them pulled apart, her hands resting on his chest and his hand still holding onto her hand, meanwhile the other was on her hip. "you look good." he commented, glancing down at her body. y/n smiled, removing one hand from his chest and lifting it up to his face. with her thumb, she wiped away from of the shiny residue of her lip gloss from his lips, knowing for sure that her own lips were now smudged with the clear gloss. "you don't look so bad yourself baby. thanks." she snatched the beer right from his hand and took a drink from it, giving him an innocent look. "damn, so you just gonna come up in here and take my drink?" he asked, face hardening, though she could see the humor shining in his eyes. he wasn't serious and she knew that. one thing that she loved about their relationship was the different sides she saw to oscar - she saw his vulnerable side, the side no one really saw, and his goofy and silly side. sure, oscar was a serious man but with her it was as if he was comfortable enough to be what he couldn't be in front of everyone else. "mhm. what's mine is mine and what's yours is also mine." she took a drink from the beer to drive her point home, laughing after she had swallowed the alcohol, laughing because oscar gave her ass a soft smack. "alright smart ass. let's go get another beer since you wanna be taking mine." with oscar's arm now wrapped around her, they walked toward the cooler, y/n greeting the santos that she was familiar with. most of the people that were there already knew her or had heard of her - it wasn't a secret that spooky had a girlfriend. "so, mario is here. angelica is here - that's not gonna end well, you know." she commented, glancing over to her clueless friend who had absolutely no idea her ex-boyfriend was at the same party with his little brother. mario on the other hand had seemed to notice angelica and was doing everything in his power to avoid being seen by her. "shit, that ain't my problem. i was just trying to help little man out." ____ the sun had gone down and now the moon (along with some lights) was illuminating the party which was in full swing. there was a dj booth set up, more people now occupied the backyard. music was playing, people were drinking, playing beer pong and having fun. y/n was among them - oscar was standing a few feet away with his homies while she stood with some of her own friends, some of them were also girlfriend's of santos. the young female held a drink in her hand, her body slightly swaying to the music that was playing loud through the speakers, a smile on her face as she listened to one of the other girls animatedly tell a story about the time her boyfriend got shit faced drunk. it all happened so quick. one moment y/n was laughing, tipping her head back, and the next her shoulder was accidentally being pushed by someone walking by her. it wasn't hard enough to hurt but it was hard enough for her to lose her balance and trip on her own feet. she crashed into a body beside her own, her drink spilling down their shirt and regret and embarrassment immediately took hold of her entire being. "shit! shit, i am so fucking sorry!" she apologized profusely. it was a guy she had crashed into - she recognized him as someone who had recently been initiated into the santos. she thought she had heard some of the guys refer to him as carlos. his eyes were on her and he looked anything but happy. his nostrils were flaring and his eyes held anger. surely he understood that it had been an accident right? "i can get you some napkins-" "you dumb bitch! watch where the fuck you're going!" before y/n could even react or have time to process what was happening, she felt her body being shoved backwards roughly, the air leaving her lungs for a brief second. she collided with the cold hard ground rather harshly, her palms breaking her fall - she could already feel the sting of the scrapes she was sure that she had. her ass hurt too from the sheer force in which she had fallen. she could feel the tears stinging at her eyes but she refused to cry, not in front of all these people who now had their eyes on the scene which was unfolding. "you stupid hyna. that'll teach you to watch where-" he never got the chance to finish what he was saying because a fist collided with his face and sent him falling to the ground similarly to y/n. it was oscar and he held nothing back as he leaned over carlos and began punching the absolute shit out of him, anger radiating from every inch of his body.

oscar hadn't seen what had led up to her getting shoved to the ground, but he had seen carlos laying his hands on her and pushing her to the ground and he saw red. nothing but red. he was protective over those he loved and cared about and there was no exception when it came to y/n. he wasn't about to let some pinche desgraciado disrespect his lady like that, he wasn't about to let him get away with putting his hands on her and pushing her to the ground.

all anyone could do was stare as oscar, who no doubt was now spooky, lay into carlos' bloody face, face contorted in anger. people knew better than to try and stop an angry oscar. "you fucking put your hands on my girl? huh?!" y/n had seen oscar get mad before, but she had never seen him get that mad. she had never seen him become that enraged. and while it was certainly a frightening sight, she couldn't help the way that it made her feel - he was defending her. "i should fucking kill you for laying a hand on her puto. i should fucking kill you!" meanwhile carlos was whimpering beneath oscar that he hadn't known she was his girlfriend and that he was sorry. that was when y/n sprang into action, pushing herself up and ignoring the sting she felt in her palms. she knew that if she didn't stop oscar, or at least try to, he'd definitely kill carlos. she knew what that tear drop tattoo meant, but that certainly wasn't how she wanted the night to end. "oscar! oscar baby, stop. stop!" she looked over at two santos and gestured for them to stop oscar and they did as told, each of them grabbing oscar by the arms and pulling the tall man away from the now bloodied carlos. he gave a wheeze, spitting out some blood, turning on his side and curling in on himself from the pain. oscar shoved the two santos off of him and leaned down, harshly pulling up the bloodied man by the collar of his shirt, getting in his face, lips curled like a rabid dog ready to bite. oscar was certainly ready to strike again, the only person stopping him was y/n and his need to make sure she was okay. "you're gonna apologize to her. and then you're gonna fucking leave. i don't wanna see you because if i see you, i'm gonna fuck you up again. don't ever put your hands on my lady again. that goes for everybody here!" his voice boomed, eyes looking around at the crowd that had gathered around the scandalous scene. "if any of you ever put your hands on y/n, it'll end the same way it did for this puto desgraciado." he spat. then his focus was back on carlos, shoving him in the direction of y/n, who was gently rubbing at her palms. "you're fucking lucky i didn't kill you. apologize. now." carlos, genuinely fearful, looked at y/n as best as he could with one of his eyes already closing shut. "i-i'm.. i-i'm sorry.. i'm r-really.. sorry.." each word he spoke seemed to be painful for him to get out. but y/n didn't care. all she was focused on was oscar. after the apology, oscar shoved carlos in the direction of the driveway, everyone watching as he stumbled off by himself. the crowd dispersed, chatter now erupting all over the backyard once more, everyone no doubt discussing what had just happened. everyone knew to give oscar space, leave him be because he was still seething with anger. but while everyone moved away from the angry santo, y/n moved closer to him, gently reaching for his hand that was bloody. she couldn't tell if it was his blood or carlos' blood. "os.." she spoke softly. his eyes met her own and they softened ever so slightly before he looked away, looking anywhere but her. she sighed, pulling him along with her inside the house. with his hand in hers, she walked them inside the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. the young female put the toilet lid down and sat him down on it. she grabbed a towel and wet it with some water before reaching for his hand, wiping away the blood. the white towel became red, and she realized all the blood was from carlos' face. oscar suddenly reached out and stopped her actions. her took the towel from her hands and turned them around so her palms were facing him. they were scraped up and some little pebbles from the ground had embedded themselves in her skin. it wasn't bad but it certainly stung, especially now that the adrenaline she had felt earlier was starting to die down. oscar gave a deep sigh, bringing her hands up to his lips and pressing a kiss against her skin. "i'm sorry, mamas." he still wouldn't look at her. "i'm sorry this shit happened to you. lo siento. i never wanted you to see me like that." it made sense to her now. oscar was ashamed of y/n seeing him like that, seeing him lose control and beat someone to a bloody pulp. he had never wanted her to see that side of him - she knew being with oscar wasn't gonna be a fairy-tale, she knew what his lifestyle was like and what he did, who he was. but she loved him regardless. "oscar, hey. look at me." she spoke in a soft voice. "look at me." she removed her hands from his large ones and placed them on his cheeks, getting him to finally look at her. her eyes fell on the teardrop tattoo resting below his eye, and her thumb smoothed over the black ink, then their eyes met once more. the dark eyes she loved so much stared deep into her own and it was like she was swimming in pools of chocolate. "you don't have to be sorry. what happened, it was fucked up but i'm fine, alright? really. it's just a few scrapes. nothing bad. and.. i'll admit, seeing you like that.. it definitely took me by surprise." she admitted. oscar's jaw clenched, and he tried turning his head but she wouldn't let him. "it took me by surprise but it also made me realize how safe i am with you. i remember when we first got together, you told me that being with you was dangerous but.. you protect me better than anyone. don't be ashamed, not with me. i know you, os. and i love you." he perked up at those words, the shame leaving his eyes, being replaced with something else entirely. for a few seconds he was silent, but his hands slipped around her waist and tugged her forward. he rested his forehead on her stomach, shutting his eyes. "i love you too preciosa. i'd do anything for you. anything." when oscar looked back up at her, eyes shining with an emotion he rarely showed around anyone else, she leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss. his lips that were spewing nothing but hate at carlos were now moving soft against her own. "you know.." y/n murmured softly against his lips, pulling away slightly. she rested her forehead against his own, their lips still brushing together. "it was actually kinda hot seeing you like that.. seeing you defend me like you did.." oscar's lips curled up into a smirk, his hands now sliding down to her ass where he grabbed two handfuls, fingers lightly digging into her ample, clothed flesh. "oh yeah? how about we get outta here, baby girl? you can, uh, repay me for defending you.." "yeah alright. i do need a ride."

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request : Hi! I hope you’re having a good day! I don’t know if you write for him, but I was wondering if you could something for Iwaizumi? All of the content for him is dom!Iwaizumi and I was wondering if you could do fem!reader topping him? Tying him down, overstimulation, pulling his hair, and maybe he’s not used to being bottom but he starts to like it 🥺 I’m sorry if that’s too much,,,,, pls take care!!

I do write for Iwa-chan 😎 and I do usually write him as a dom and top but I can experiment! Except for Bokuto we ain’t doin that. I don’t think I’ll be doing anymore pegging at least for a while though (to be fair I made this request into pegging but still)

Includes: pegging, fingering (male receiving), sex toys [strap-on dildo, vibrating dildo, lube], overstimulation, brief hair pulling, handjob, bondage (just hands)

Switching It Up

The visit of the two guests in your house weren’t unwelcome, in fact they were almost always over. Your boyfriend seemed to act as if they were always unwelcome, but you had a feeling he’d be lonely if they avoided coming over. Matsukawa enjoyed the food and drinks you would have in stock simply because his large appetite was insatiable. Hanamaki enjoyed the booze you had in stock, able to use the hard earned money of his friends and he always had a place to spend the night, even if Iwaizumi told him to get out. He never did, just sleeping on the couch. You always made sure to make enough breakfast for him in the mornings, too.

Your playful tone of telling Iwaizumi to stop being mean to his friends had started a whole new topic for the men. It was a slightly uncomfortable one, but it wasn’t something for Mattsun and Makki to let go anytime soon.

“He’s a simp! Of course he bottoms for her!”

“You’re a simp, too! You don’t bottom for anyone,” Iwaizumi shot back. Makki snickered, trying to not choke on his morning omelet.

“I’d bottom for that fine ass, no questions about it,”

“You’re such a liar. You? Bottoming?”

“Okay, I wouldn’t. But,” Mattsun held up a finger, pointing it at Iwaizumi, “you would.”

“I’m her Daddy, what makes you think I’d bottom?” He grins, hearing your gasp of disbelief. Makki shrugs, snickering some more as he nudges Mattsun.

“You could call her Mommy. Switches exist, Iwa-chan,” Makki mocked Oikawa’s voice at the end, making Iwaizumi throw his spoon at his head.

“Alright, no throwing things, boys!” You shout at them, hand on your hip as you point. Each one of them bows their head and apologizes. Makki once more snickers at Iwaizumi, who picks up his spoon and puts his dirty dishes in the sink.

“I’ll do the dishes later, babe,”

“Okay, sweetie,”

“Ew, affection,” Mattsun groans, laughing as him and Makki erupt into a laughing fit. You roll your eyes and press a kiss to Iwaizumi’s jaw, leaving the room to do something else. With your departure, Makki and Mattsun are subjected to Iwaizumi’s wrath with no witnesses.

That night, after dinner, Hanamaki goes back to his own place and Matsukawa also leaves. With his early work schedule, Iwaizumi needs to go to bed early. Of course, with his hectic morning and afternoon, he was a bit tired. One thing never failed to put him to sleep, though, and that was fucking you into a stupor. When his hand against your hip squeezed, a thought came to mind.

“What if.. I did top you?”

“Wait, what? You’d want that?” His answer makes you feel silly for asking, turning over with a pout. He scoffs, but his arm goes over your waist. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Is it too much?” You never really considered your relationship with him until now. It just naturally fell with Iwaizumi being the top and you being the bottom.

“Not— not necessarily,” he assures you. “I’ve never thought about it. We can try it, once at least,”

“Really?” Your bright eyes turn to him, full of hope. He smiles at you, brushing your hair out of your eyes. “You’d let me?”

“We’d need to prepare, research, and set down rules before we head into this. Diving head first without an understanding could be dangerous. How about for tonight, we’ll cuddle and tomorrow we can start getting ready to change things? We can start on my day off,”

“Aw, you’re the best!” You cheer, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. He blushes and smiles, snuggling against you. “Simp,” you mutter. He growls and pinches your hip, telling you to stop. You smile, knowing you’re right.

Within the week that passes by, you and Iwaizumi do your own research on preventing any unseen consequences. Each day was a new thing to experience, pushing your fingers into him to let him get used to the feeling of being entered, sometimes pushing in a toy you came to own. Each day was something new but it was progress. Progress to the day when Iwaizumi was completely off, his day free to spend with you.

Another groan from him had you licking your lips, his cum dripping from your hand. His cock was turning red, the head swollen with sensitivity from his consecutive orgasms. Even though you didn’t blindfold him, his eyes were mostly closed, looking to the sides as he arms flexed with each tug of the binding rope. It wasn’t going to hurt him if he struggled, but it might hurt a bit with how strong he is. Once he’s finished, chest heaving as shaky breaths come out, you decide it’s time for the main event.

“Can you roll over? Or shall I do it?”

“I— I can do it,” he pants out, maneuvering himself. It’s the same position he’s been in twice the past week, but this time you’re in charge. With his face flush against the pillows, he raises his hips in the air as his cock hangs down. Rubbing your hands together, you warm up the lube and apply it to the silicone toy, the warm liquid glistening in the lamplight.

With a button, the buzzing silences you remove the purple toy, vibration finished as its left on the bed. Slick fingers delve into him, rubbing against his walls as he gasps, the massage more intense than he expected. “Is it warm enough? The lube, I mean,”

“Y-yeah,” with his word, you prepare to enter him. The feeling of having him under you gives you a sense of power, above him as you push into him. The dildo is thick in girth and long in length, stretching him out to his limits. His gasps are expected, a muffled moan as you continue to push into him. Once you’re flush against him, you start to gently thrust into him. More strained moans come from him, arms flexing as he tenses his arms.

“Relax, Hajime. I won’t break you,” you joke, picking up the pace. Once your thrusts are smooth, easily sliding in and out, you snap your hips to his as the squelching sounds come from his hole. With drenched fingers, you make sure to give his own cock some love as he push into him. Another moan comes from him, but you push his head back down against the pillows as your other hand keeps pumping him. In tandem with your thrusts, you find yourself being Iwaizumi closer and closer to his next orgasm, his final one of the night. Your hand on his head pulls his hair, bringing his head up as he lets out another groan, feeling your thumb tease his swollen slit as more of his cum shoots out, splashing against his abdomen and the sheets, dripping into a puddle.

The only sounds filling the room are the heavy pants from both of you, only to be replaced by Iwaizumi’s heavy breathing. As you put him on his side and undo the bindings, you see he’s passed out. With a test of his stamina, you’re not surprised. You won’t leave him like that, needing to properly clean him up, but one thing is certain for you.

“We should do this more often,”