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Like a butterfly part 1

A/N: Ello’ I’ve finally managed to pull through my laziness and correct part 1. I apologize for ghosting you guys and not updating regularly. ^^" Honestly the idea of Yuta being a tattoo artist and getting tattoos done by him is asdfghjkl, I can’t help but fangirl also let’s not forget his performance and his hot tattoos. (Lord have mercy.)

So I hope you guys enjoy this.

🦋 < Teaser – Next part >

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Female! Specific Reader

Contains: Non-idol AU, Tattoo AU, Tattoo artist! Nakamoto Yuta, Librarian! Y/N, Multi idols from different groups, Comedy, Friends to lovers, Romance, Complicated relationships, Hints of jealous Yuta, Mentions of cussing, piercings, and tattoos.

Warnings: Alcohol, drinking, smoking, cigarettes, light smut, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, hickies, oral sex (female) receiving, lying.

Wordcount: 7,960

Disclaimer: The reader I’ve created in this fanfiction is a woman of East Asian descent (she’s half-Japanese and half-Korean) and she has certain features and looks a certain way. The reason for this is that I wanted some more East Asian representation in Kpop fanfics! Some of these relationships between said persons are only meant to be considered fictional, in no way do I ship them in real life. They’re just there to add dynamic to the plot. (Also, because my multi fan ass just wants to have fun.) Please keep in mind that the way I’ve described the idols in this story is in no way real or representative of how they behave in real life, this is just based on my imagination.

Also in this fanfiction, some said persons are involved in an abusive, unhealthy and manipulative relationship. Please keep in mind that this is all fanmade and fiction. I don’t encourage this kind of terrible relationship and if you are in one, please seek help. Never put yourself second to anyone; remember that you’re important and loved. 💚

You stepped down from the ladder, the dangling name tag attached to your white cardigan ‘Miyoshi Y/N’. You’re an intelligent and hardworking woman in your mid-twenties, 24 years. Finding huge happiness in reading tons of Shoujo Romance mangas, and loving the romantic and sweet themes. Innocent, feminine, a bit timid, quiet, and introverted are usually the words people associate you with. In a way you were like a tiny timid turtle; you wouldn’t come out of your shell unless you felt comfortable around them. People always misunderstand your silence, it’s not that you hate speaking or interacting with them. It’s not easy to engage in speaking so comfortably with new people, it’s always such a challenge to even start the conversation.

You pushed the cart with books, carefully scanning the shelves in search of the biology section.

You were an only child of a Korean father and a Japanese mother, and growing up you had a hard time making lots of friends. Being a mixed kid was a struggle, you often got bullied or picked on for not ‘looking’ or ‘behaving’ like a specific ethnicity. You went to elementary and middle school in Japan. But you spent most of your adolescence and high school years in Korea. That’s where your love for reading began to bloom. It was your way of escaping the troubles, pain, and loneliness of your life. You found comfort in the world of books, how your mind could take you to different places.

You smiled, scanning a few books and placing them on the ‘returned’ shelf.

But that makes perfect sense as to why you work as a librarian after all! That’s right, getting to work at The National Library of Korea in Seocho-Gu was like a dream come true.

You yawned as you climbed up to the ladder’s third step, sorting out some newly arrived manga volumes in the Romance/Shoujo section. When a young man with jet-black hair and fair skin approached you.

“Excuse me, Miss, sorry if I’m bothering you but could you help me find something?”

The man looked at you as he was wearing a brown leather jacket, a black tank top underneath and some pair of black ripped jeans. You noticed the many piercings in his ears, black nail polish, and several silver rings covering his fingers. He gave off the bad boy or a typical troublemaker.

“Of course, Sir. What do you need help with?” You answered politely with a small smile as you put the books back onto the shelf as your eyes finally met.

Although you have a boyfriend… You had to admit he was dangerously hot for a bad boy. Somehow couldn’t keep your eyes off him even if you wanted to.

“Well, I need help with finding this book about butterflies, apparently these beautiful creatures have been very popular recently. Sorry let me explain, I work at a Tattoo Studio and I need some references to sketch them out. Lots of clients have been requesting butterfly tattoos. Sorry if I spoke too much.” He bowed his head as you stepped down from the ladder.

You couldn’t help but admire how passionately and confidently he was about his work, “my, that’s wonderful. I mean butterflies are unique and beautiful. But sure thing! I’ll help you find that book. Please follow me.” You said, bowing back and walking to the large shelf stacked with books about animals.

“I believe it should be on the uppermost shelf. Let me just get that for you.” You moved the ladder from the middle of the shelf to the left and carefully climbed up to the last step of it.

His hands reached out to hold the metal ladder, “let me just make sure I hold this for you. In case it moves around. I’d feel terrible if you fell.” He stated and looked up with a sweet smile on his face. “Ah, thank you,” You nodded and grabbed the book, stepping down. “Here you go, let’s go to the register so I can lend you the book.” He took the book, bowing his head as he followed me to the self-issue machine, “alright may I ask if you have the Korean Library Card?” The man nodded before, tugging his hand into his pocket and he pulled out a small wallet. He took the card out in a swift movement holding it between his index and middle finger.

“Here you go, Miss Miyoshi…” He said, looking at your name tag as you bowed, accepting the card with both of your hands. “Thank you.” You scanned the book and his card as the beeping sound of approval went through. “You have a month to return this book if you see any bruises or damages beforehand. Please contact the library as soon as possible.”

He took the book as you returned his card, “ah, thank you. May I ask a stupid question?” He looked at me waiting for your response. “Um, sure what is it, Sir?” The man asked the question in a foreign language when his voice changed slightly.

“もしかして、日本人ですか?” (Are you by any chance, Japanese?)

“ええと? もちろんです.” (Ehh? Of course I am.)

You’re not fully Japanese. You’re actually half Japanese and Korean. But speaking with this stranger you felt like not getting into too many details, fearing you would be met with prejudices.

You both chuckled, smiling at each other as you spoke in Korean again. “It’s very rare to find Japanese people in Seoul, so I was quite happy to find someone else like me.”

“中本。中本悠太です。はじめまして.” (I’m Nakamoto. Nakamoto Yuta. Nice to meet you.)

“Nice to meet you too, Nakamoto-san,” You replied to him in Japanese as you tugged some hair behind your ear. “Anyway thanks for all the help, I’ll take good care of this book.”

“またね.” (See you.) Nakamoto said as he turned around walking down the stairs as you admired his figure watching him as he left through the exit.

It was an unusual and rare encounter to stumble upon a Japanese person in Seoul.

You had a few hours left so you were just cleaning some empty dusty shelves just to kill time. It was finally 5:00 PM and you were off, the sun began to set soon, and the sky was a perfect mix of cold and warm contrasts. “Irene Unnie, I’m off.” You said, wrapping the blue scarf around your neck.

“Mhm. Great work today, Ms. Miyoshi. See you tomorrow and have a great evening.” You bowed and took your leave as you left through the back exit. You texted your dear boyfriend Bryce and made your way to Seocho station, waiting for the usual Line 2 to arrive.

You: “Hey, Babe.”

You: “I finished work, want to eat dinner together?”

You: “I’ve discovered this new restaurant nearby.”

You walked inside Line 2, headed towards Sindorim. Luckily you didn’t live too far away from the library, it was approximately 5-6 stops away and the trip would be around 20-30 minutes. Even closer to your roomie’s University, she studies at (SNU) Seoul National University. To your surprise, he replied for once and did not leave you on ‘read’.

Bryce: “I can't, I'm too busy right now and later tonight.”

Bryce: “Could you lend me some money?”

Bryce: “I’m quite broke. And I need a ride home.”

Although you really love Bryce, you wish he’d change and mature a bit. He always asks you for money, even though he got a full-time job as a waiter at a restaurant.

You: “How much is it this time?”

You felt frustrated with how often you’ve asked that same question within a month.

Bryce: “6,000₩.”

With a bit of hesitation, you sighed heavily before sending the money to him. “Always the same, nevertheless,” You told yourself as you saw that the station was Sindaebang and it was time for you to get off. You decided to dial your roommate, and she picked up while her voice sounded relaxed.

“What’s up, Y/N-Unnie?” The woman said while music was playing in the background. “Nothing much, have you eaten dinner yet, or are you with Jungkook? I’m almost home, just getting off the subway.”

“Hmmm? Didn’t you and Mr. Asshole Bryce have a dinner date tonight? Did that jerk stand you up again?” You could already imagine her raised eyebrows and frowned expression even though you only heard her voice. You used the elevator as you walked away from the station and headed toward your apartment building.

“No look, Chaeng it’s not like that.” You excused.

Who are you kidding…? Why do you always keep defending him…?

“Miyoshi Y/N. This is within 2 weeks and all he’s been doing is canceling all his plans and dates with you! Are you really okay dealing with this kind of bullshit? How many times are you gonna let it slide? Sheesh. When you’re home, we're going to talk about this.”

You knew Chaeyoung hates Bryce’s guts. But her scolding you make you feel sadder. You sighed as she hung up. Usually, she ends a phone call with a ‘see you at home’ or bye. But you could tell she was furious this time…

You went inside and headed to the first floor, you typed in the password halfway through as Chaeyoung opened the door before even letting you type the rest. “Come inside, we need to talk.” She said walking inside the kitchen, her voice was stern and serious, usually, Chaeng’s tone was playful and bright. But you suppose you’ve angered her by telling her that he stood you up once again and asked you for money. You hung your beige fall coat along with the tote bag on the coat rack and tugged your shoes on the shoe rack. “Sit down.” You sat down on the chair at our dinner table, looking up to see her with crossed arms.

“You’re mad. Aren’t you?” You said sheepishly, looking at her. “Mad? I am extremely outraged! Y/N, for fuck’s sake! He can’t just keep doing this to you!” She lashed out with her arm, pointing at the door. “Bryce can’t keep canceling all his dates with you and beg for money! That’s not what a real boyfriend would do!” You stood there dumbfounded not knowing how to respond so you chose to be silent. “Listen, I don’t want to be the one to break it to you. But–” You knew she had something hurtful to say but she chose not to say it, knowing it would most likely upset you. The tears started forming around your eyes as you felt yourself shake.

You’re used to Bryce scolding you and yelling at you. But it’s a different case when it’s your best friend, roommate, and childhood friend since you knew each other for so long. This was your first time hearing that raised voice of hers.

“Y/N. Miyoshi Y/N. You better not cry… Don’t cry. Don’t you dare cry over a jerk like that!” Chaeyoung said desperately but you were already whimpering and weeping, “sorry. I’m sorry, Chaeyoung… I’m so stupid and such a big idiot…” You apologized, looking down at the floor, your voice shaking, “don’t apologize, please don’t say that to yourself.” She said, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a tight hug.

“Look I’m sorry for raising my voice at you and scolding you, Unnie. I just don’t want Bryce to keep disrespecting and mistreating you like that and making yourself feel small because of him.” You nodded, wiping the tears away as you hugged her with your free arm. “Next time he cancels on you like that, I won't let it slide so easily.” You sighed and nodded rather quickly, “anyways, no I didn’t eat. I actually finished class at 3:00 PM. But I just dropped by Jungkook’s place for some of his hoodies I’ve borrowed. He’s been getting a lot of night shifts in Daegu, so we’ve been face-timing a lot,” Chaeyoung chatted as you listened.

Unlike your hopeless relationship with Bryce, Jungkook seems to genuinely care about Chaeng. After all, they started dating 6 months ago.

“Wanna go and grab some delicious spicy blue crabs, Unnie?” Chaeyoung asked, holding her car keys up and rustling them. “I’d love to, Chaeng! Let me just change, these heels have been killing me all day!”

You wore a black knee-length skirt and some stockings underneath paired with a loose light blue sweater. “Are you ready, Chaeng?” You exclaimed, putting on your black Mary Jane shoes, “yeah I’m born ready, shall we go?” She said, wearing her black Converse sneakers, ripped denim jeans, and a white t-shirt.

Yuta went back to the tattoo studio as he showed the book to his co-workers. “Hey, you two. Check out these beautiful butterflies.”

“Thanks to the recent Korean Dramas, ‘NeverTheLess’ and ‘It’s Okay To Not Be Okay’ that have been so popular.” Ten voiced, cleaning the counter as Johnny swept the floor. “Hmm what should we eat for dinner?” He asked, looking at the two of them.

“On such a windy day how about some warm and cozy Soon-dubu Jji-gae?” Yuta suggested, flipping through the pages of his book.

“That doesn’t sound too bad, Johnny and I will get it while you keep an eye on the place.” Ten said, smiling as he got his leather jacket and helmet. “Right, we’ll be right back, Yuta,” Johnny said, walking out with him. When Yuta picked up his phone as a woman spoke.

“Ah Miya-chan, what’s up? You’re nearby?” He replied in Japanese, looking out the window.

“Well, I’m about to eat dinner. Wanna join us?”

“No, I'm alone at the studio right now, should we see each other tonight? Alright.” He hung up as he sketched some messy doodles of butterflies.

“Annyeonghaseyo, two spicy blue crabs, please.~” While Chaeyoung ordered as you waited for the waitress to find you a clean table. She seated you two at a table near the window as you bowed soon after Chaeyoung returned, sitting across from you. “It’ll be ready in less than 40 minutes or so,” she informed me when two guys walked by the window as she waved. They entered as Chaeyoung greeted them with a cool handshake, the one guy usually does when they greet each other.

“What’s up, Suh?” Chaeyoung said, leaning back a bit as she laughed, “sorry, you know I like joking around with your name, dude.” You got up and you bowed your head.

These two must be one of Chaeyoung’s many friends. You felt a bit overwhelmed since you aren’t used to being around people that you hardly know.

Chaeyoung wrapped an arm around me as she smiled, “this cutie pie right here is Y/N Miyoshi. Y/N, this tall giant is Johnny Suh and the sexy dude is Ten Lee.” The tall man bowed too as he smiled, “it’s nice to meet you Ms. Y/N.” Ten stepped forward, also greeting me, “yeah, it’s an honor meeting Chaeyoung’s cute roomie that she always talks so much about.”

“It’s a pleasure meeting you two as well,” You said and smiled as Chaeyoung hugged you, “anyways what are you getting? Wanna eat together?” Your eyes widened at her words. “Chaeng…” You gently hit her shoulder as a warning, “we’re just going to order the Soon-dubu Jji-gae to the studio,” Johnny said, chuckling at me. “What about Osaka Prince? Is he at the studio or with Miyawaki-chan?” She asked, rubbing her shoulder and giggling at me. “He’s at the studio, but I wouldn’t be too surprised if she actually decides to visit or even call him.” Ten answered as he went to order.

“Say, do Osaka Prince and Miyawaki-chan have a thing going on between them, or are they just messing around?” Chaeyoung questioned, resting her chin on the back of her hand.

“I think they’re close but not dating, you feel me? Lately these days he’s just been very focused on his artwork. And Miya on her modeling career.” You stared at your phone, trying to distract yourself from not engaging in this conversation.

“Here’s your spicy blue crabs and a large bowl of hot steamed rice,” the waitress placed the plates of food on the table. You expressed your thanks, “man this looks way better than the last time we ordered it!”

Chaeyoung said as she grabbed a piece of crab. “Well, bon appetit to the both of you, later, Chae,” Johnny said, leaving with Ten who got their order. You used a spoon to scoop out the delicious spicy crab meat as you placed it on a riceball topped with a piece of seaweed.

You hummed in response to the tasty dinner as Chaeyoung smiled, “wah, it sure is intense, want to get a drink?” She asked, fanning her mouth as you nodded, “excuse me could we order some drinks, please?” The waitress caught your attention as she asked, “Sure, what would you like to drink?” The waitress held her pencil and notepad. “One banana milk and a glass of water–”

“–Strawberry Soju, pleaseee~” Chaeyoung interrupted as she giggled, chewing her rice. “Ehh? Chaeng, don't you have classes tomorrow morning? Is it alright for you to get this drunk on a Tuesday evening like this–?” You asked when she wrapped an arm around you, “–don’t worry, after all, you’ll make the best hangover soup, hehe.~” You sighed in response after finishing your meal.

“Alright, banana milk and a bottle of strawberry Soju coming right up,” she said, noting it down as she excused herself. “What time do you get up for your morning class tomorrow?” You asked, ready to set alarms cause she usually blacks out after drinking just one bottle. “Mine starts at 8:00 AM, it’s just art history and repetition of important keywords.�� Chaeyoung said, texting on her phone, “ah that’s nice, well you always loved art so much. So I know you’ll be just fine,” You laughed, pointing at the tattoo behind her ear.

“Oh yeah. That reminds me that I need a new tattoo! Can you tag along with me, this Thursday? Jungkook has an investigation to do in Busan so unfortunately, he can’t join me this time,” she said, eating some rice in a piece of seaweed. “Umm, I don’t know, I’ve never been to a Tattoo Studio before Chaeng–”

“–That’s okay, you just have to be my moral support while I get the cherries done on my right shoulder,” giggling as her cute dimples appeared.

“Here are your drinks, sorry for the long wait,” the waitress placed them down, “enjoy.”

Chaeyoung popped the bottle open and took a long sip. “Say, did you meet any cute guys at the library today?~” She asked you all of a sudden, “ehh Chaeng? What are you talking about? I’m too focused while at work and besides, I got a boyfriend!” Finishing your banana milk as her question made you super flustered. “Aw come on, you’re in a good mood today. I can tell you met someone special,” pressing both of her arms on the table as she winked at me.

Was it that obviously written on your face?

“Well, I met this Japanese man who wanted a book about butterflies… It was work-related to his Tattoo Studio.” You mumbled, your cheeks slowly burning up with shyness. “Ahh, that’s sorta sweet. What was he like? Cute? Attractive? Strong? Handsome?” Chaeyoung asked question after question, “he had black jet hair, umm lots of piercings, and sorta gave me bad boy vibes. He seemed passionate about his work, a very sweet smile” You added, thinking back at him.

“You seem to be sorta crushing on him, Miyoshi.~” She pointed out as you tried to deny it, “Chaeng it’s not like that… I have a boyfriend and so what if I find him handsome?–” You covered your lousy mouth immediately after admitting that. “Oh my~ Y/N seems too naughty and mischievous, hehe~” Chaeyoung giggled, she was clearly already tipsy after emptying half of that Soju bottle.

“Look Chaeng, I’m not cheating on Bryce. Besides he was just a kind stranger, I don’t think I’ll ever meet him again.” You said with a subtle sad tone in your voice as you fidgeted with your plastic straw. “Well it’s not like it’s impossible, you know it’s all about chance.~” She smirked teasingly as you finished your banana milk and got up, “come on, let’s get you home, drunk strawberry,” wrapping her arm around you as she stood up. “Yeah, yeah. Mom.” She said, the bottle in her hand as you chuckled.

“You got any cigs?” She asked, straddling his lap as he kissed her neck. “I do. In my leather jacket, Miya-chan,” Yuta said, kissing her collarbones as his hands ran up and down her back. “Mhm~ Nakamoto-kun, you’re so handsome~” Miyawaki giggled, kissing him deeply, “so what time should we meet later?”

Yuta hummed, looking at the clock “let’s say 10:30 PM?” He suggested, rubbing her thigh slightly as he had a sly smirk. “Deal. Don’t keep me waiting,” she said, giving him a slightly mean look as he chuckled. “I’ll try, I’ll try.”

“Ohh so we got a visitor.” The tall man joked as he placed the plastic bag of food on the table. Ten followed him as he chuckled, “so she came after all, what’s up, Miyawaki?” He waved, grabbing a pair of chopsticks, “nothing much, just stopped by to say hi to Nakamoto-kun,” Miyawaki said, eyeing Johnny as she got off Yuta’s lap.

“What, did you order this time? Tteokbokki and Ramyun?” She walked over, checking the plastic bag, “no. Yuta wanted some warm and cozy Soon-dubu Jji-gae on a windy day like this.” Ten said, getting some bottles of Yakult from the refrigerator.

“Ohh yeah, we had to tell you that Chae and her cute roomie said hi.” Johnny said, handing him a bowl and a wooden spoon, “are you eating too, Miyawaki?”

Ten asked, holding out a bottle of Yakult. “Mmm, no. I think I should get going, see you later, Nakamoto-kun~” she said, kissing Yuta’s cheek as she left. “Always leaving so quickly, does she not like us?” Johnny asked, slurping the delicious spicy sauce. “Yeah, it feels like Ms. Miyawaki always seems to be in a hurry whenever we show up.” Ten added, drinking his Yakult. “It’s not like that. I mean she got a boyfriend and that's why she’s always rushing off,” he said, taking a sip of his Yakult, “she’s not my girlfriend, but she always comes to me whenever Hisashi is troubling her.”

We were finally home as your roomie was busy throwing up in the bathroom, you knew you’d had to go and get her some medicine. You knocked on the door, “everything alright, Chaeng?”

“Yuh… could you get me some meds?” She panted as you nodded in response, “just one packet?”

“Make it two… also some headache pills.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back,” You said, walking to get your shoes.

Yup. That’s your roommate, short, black pixie cut-styled hair, dark brown eyes, and fair skin. Son Chaeyoung, 23 years old, is a wild and outgoing woman who always parties and goes nightclubbing. Super creative and artistic, her sense of fashion is quite trendy, chic, sorta tomboyish, and highly influenced by street style. You rarely see Chaeng in skirts or dresses as she prefers pants or shorts. She’s studying Fine Arts and Performing Arts at Seoul National University, also known as “SNU”. She gets along with pretty much anyone due to her naturally extroverted and funny personality. She has been your roommate for almost 2 years now.

“Hello, may I ask for two packets of hangover medicine and a pack of headache pills?” You asked, walking to the counter of the pharmacy. “Of course, Miss, do you need anything else?” The cashier asked, “ah, no thank you,” You responded and bowed, paying.

“So what are you and Miyawaki Sakura?” Johnny asked, standing outside with him.

“Friends with benefits, only using each other solely for a short moment of embrace and pleasure,” Yuta said with a cigarette in his mouth, “so that we’re happy with ourselves.” A small flame lit as he inhaled and then exhaled the smoke. “Right, I guess it does work for some people. There’s no need to be in love or committed in that type of relationship I suppose.” Johnny shrugged, walking inside.

“I suppose not,” Yuta scoffed, watching the night sky as he sighed heavily.

“When is it ready?” Chaeyoung groaned, lying in her bed as you sat by her side. “In around 2 hours, I’m still boiling the ox bones for the flavorful broth.” Moving her bangs away you put a damp piece of cloth on Chaeyoung’s forehead.

“Man this sucks balls!” She yelled out frustrated, “well, if I remember correctly you’re the one who wanted to drink strawberry Soju on a Tuesday evening?” You replied sassily as she pouted.

“Next time, if I ever drink again on such an evening. Please, hit me as hard as you can, Y/N!” You laughed, poking her cheek, “alright, just get some rest. I’ll wake you up once it’s ready.”

You went back to the kitchen checking on the ox bones as you poured them into a sieve. Using the liquid for the broth added the napa cabbages, green chilis, minced garlic, and some Korean fermented soybean paste.

You opened your manga, ‘Say I Love You’, and began reading from where you left off last time. You were into the plot, how Mei was bullied and how she grew cautious of people around her as a result. In a way you could relate to that, not trusting anyone and being so cold. You drowned in the chapter when the male lead suddenly kissed her.

Suddenly the timer went off as the soup was ready. “Here you go, Chaeng.” You placed the tray of porridge and a glass of hot water. “Thank you, Unnie… You’ve saved me!” Chaeyoung exclaimed as she chuckled.

“I’ll let you eat and rest, if you need something just call me. I’ll be in the living room watching anime, okay?” You walked out glimpsing at her as she signaled a thumbs up.

Listening to the cheerful opening, ‘My Sweet Heart’ as you were watching Tokyo Mew Mew. Then suddenly your mother called her on the phone.

Ehh? Facetime? You guess mom has some good news. “Ah good evening, mom. What’s going on?”

“Mmm, I thought I’d call you to let you know that your aunt, Asami, is visiting Seoul with your niece, Ayaka.”

“Ah, that’s great news. When will they arrive?”

“Wednesday or Thursday, they’ll visit your uncle in Jeju Islands first.”

“How is everything with sweet Bryce?”

You didn’t feel like talking about him. But mom has no idea how it is between the two of us right now. You should tell her the truth.

“お母さん…” (Mom…)

“Yes, my dear Y/N?”

“When are you and Appa visiting Seoul again?”

You knew it. After all, you couldn’t bring yourself to explain what had happened between you two.

“Mmm, changing the subject all of a sudden, Y/N-chan? Is Bryce nearby? I want to say hi to him.”

“Bryce is studying with his classmates. Sorry that you can’t see him this time, mom.”

I’m sorry, mom. But you don’t want her to see you hurt.

“Alright, how’s Chaeyoung and her boyfriend?”

“Good, Chaeng’s sleeping right now. She has classes early in the morning tomorrow.”

“What are you watching?”

“Tokyo Mew Mew, but I have to go. I have a lot of work tomorrow.”

“おやすみなさい、お母さん.” (Good night, mom.)

“はい、またね.” (Yes, see you.)

You sighed, turning off the TV. “You should have told her the truth, Y/N, you idiot.” You scolded yourself, hugging your knees.

“Hmm, Nakamoto.~” The woman mumbled, kissing his neck as he traced his fingertips on her back. “Miya-chan,” Yuta whispered, unclasping her bra as she kissed his lips.

“I really like you, Nakamoto-kun.”

These deceiving and empty words of yours. They always gave me hope for our relationship, but I know that in the morning you’ll go back to him.

“I like you too, Miya-chan,” Yuta mumbled before kissing Miyawaki’s neck and collarbones as they embraced each other.

“Should I go down on you first?” Yuta asked, looking at her as she nodded. “I need you, Nakamoto-kun.”

He chuckled, pulling her panties down to her feet as she spread her legs. “Mmh, you’re not as sweet as you were the last time. You taste a bit more salty this time.” Yuta said, licking Miyawaki’s clit as he locked eyes with her.

“That’s because Hisashi is stressing me out.”

“You should just break up with that loser already if he’s not pleasing you in bed.” Yuta scoffed, licking her folds as he stuck two fingers inside her pussy.

“Ahh… it’s not that easy, you know, mmh… Nakamoto-kun.” Miyawaki pouted, throwing her head back. Yuta licked her folds roughly and thoroughly, getting a good taste of her. “I guess not,” Yuta scoffed, sucking on her swollen clit as he moved his tongue up and down her lips. “Ahh…! Besides, we’ve been together for 2 years now, we can’t just break up.” Miyawaki moaned as she came inside his mouth and he licked it clean.

That’s enough. I’m tired of always hearing that excuse.

“Then if your relationship is so serious, why do you always run back to me whenever you have problems with him? Am I your replacement for Hisashi?” Yuta scoffed, getting up as their eyes met in a mean glare.

“Yuta-kun… You know that’s not it. I…” Miyawaki stammered as she sat up. Yuta sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Sorry, I guess that was rude of me to say it like that,” Yuta said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Even if you were right, it gives you no right to speak like that to me, Nakamoto-kun.” Miyawaki belted as she began to put her panties and the rest of her clothes on.

“Where are you going?”

“Home. Don’t talk to me.”

The woman walked out, smacking the door. Yuta sighed, throwing himself on the bed as he stared at the ceiling.

“I’m such an asshole.” He had a sad smile plastered on his face, he closed his eyes.

“もしかして、日本人ですか?” (Are you by any chance Japanese?)

“ええと? もちろんです.” (Ehh? Of course I am.)

“It’s very rare to find Japanese people in Seoul, so I was quite happy to find someone else like me.”

“中本悠太です. はじめまして.” (I’m Nakamoto Yuta. Nice to meet you.)

“Nice to meet you too, Nakamoto-san.”

“Anyway thanks for all the help, I’ll take good care of this book.”

“またね.” (See you.)

Why am I thinking of that pretty woman? She’s like an angel.

Yuta woke up early as he brushed his teeth. “Hopefully Miya-chan isn’t too angry with what happened yesterday… Maybe I should call her later to make up.” He mumbled and started the shower.

The next morning you woke up early to make lunch for yourself and Chaeyoung.

Chaeng probably wants some tasty rice for lunch when she’s slightly hungover from yesterday. “Right, let me just add some fresh cherry tomatoes and lettuce too.”

“Morning’ Unnie,” Chaeyoung yawned as she rubbed her head, “feeling better, Chaeng?” She bopped her head.

“What do you want to eat? You asked, washing the pan under some hot water. “I’ll have some fried eggs and toast.” Chaeyoung hummed, putting the towel on her shoulder. “I’m gonna shower, do you want to use the bathroom before I do that?” You shook your head as she went to the bathroom.

“Um, what do you want to drink? Tea, coffee, or hot cocoa?” Knocking on the door as you waited for her response.

“I’ll have some iced coffee, Unnie.” You heard the sound of water boiling in the kettle as you went back to the kitchen to cook breakfast.

“Thanks for always looking out for me, Unnie.” Chaeyoung smiled, eating her toast topped with fried eggs.

“No need to thank me, you’re my best friend and roommate after all. So it’s only natural we look out and take care of each other.” You responded, eating your steamed rice and pickled cucumbers.

“We really need to find you a new boyfriend soon, you gorgeous girl.” She giggled, sipping on iced coffee.

“What time do you finish classes?”

“Uhh, around 1-2 PM, why wanna hang out?”

“Yeah, maybe we can go shopping or eat lunch together?”

Chaeyoung nodded as she put on her sneakers, “see you later, Unnie.” You hugged her, “have a nice day at school, bye-bye.”

You put on a chiffon blouse and some loose pants. You greeted Ms. Irene as you began sitting in front of the computer, ordering a couple of new arrivals books.

“So what piercing do you want to get?” Yuta asked, showing him pictures of piercings.

“Just my right eyebrow, dude. Like the silver piercing.”

“Got it, Mark.”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about getting one for so long.”

“Why haven’t you gotten it sooner?”

“Been too busy with work and training. To even think about it, heh.”

“Woah! I didn’t know that you had gotten a new tattoo, Yuta.”

“Oh, this one? I got it a few weeks ago.” Yuta replied, lifting his shirt a bit as it revealed his beautiful butterfly.

“I got it to showcase what a butterfly tattoo would look like. But somehow this small tattoo turned out to be more meaningful and special to me.” He added, smiling to himself.

When Yuta thought back to when he first encountered Miyawaki Sakura…

“Say, what does this butterfly tattoo mean?” Miyaki asked, looking at his abs.

“The ugliness and pain of happiness, and lack of freedom. That’s what butterfly tattoos symbolize.” Yuta scoffed, finishing his glass of beer as she giggled. “That’s so cool, I kinda like that,” she smiled, hugging his arm.

“Yah, what’s up friends?” Chaeyoung entered as she placed her tote bag on the table. “What brings you here, Chae?” Johnny asked, folding his arms. “Yeah, don’t you have classes right now?” Ten added, looking at her. Mark greeted her as she did the same.

“Yes. I do. But my other class was canceled because our professor had a meeting to attend.”

“Anyways, I’m going to eat my lunch here. Is that okay?”

“As long as you share. Cause that looks really good, Chae.” Mark said, looking at her bento box.

“Well, it looks different from your usual healthy salad and fruits. Are you the one who made it?” Yuta asked, glancing at the onigiris, egg rolls, octopus hotdogs, lettuce, and cherry tomatoes. “No, it’s my lovely roomie who made it!” She snickered, eating an onigiri. “No way, the woman we met yesterday made this bento lunch for you?” Ten exclaimed, eating an egg roll.

This Japanese style of boxed bento looks incredible. I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks.

Yuta took a bite of the riceball and then a bite of the egg roll. “Woah, this is really delicious.”

It’s almost as good as from home. Eating this sure brings me back… This is one of my favorite foods after all…

“Your roommate… What does she look like, Chaeyoung?”

“Mmm, are you curious, Osaka Prince?~” Chaeyoung teased as she held her phone up showing her lock screen. It was a picture of her and that woman, they were in tank tops doing silly faces.

It’s her… that woman. She lives with Chaeyoung. The librarian I met yesterday - that’s her. She looks even prettier than I remember.

“That’s Miyoshi Y/N, for you boys,” Chaeyoung said all proud as she ate her cherry tomatoes. Y/N… So that’s her name.

“So is she single?” Ten asked, poking his elbow at Mark. “Yo dude, why are you looking at me? You’re the one who needs a girlfriend, I’m way too busy with work.” Mark laughed, leaning back on the couch as he ate an egg roll wrapped in lettuce.

“Yo, back off boys, this pretty woman is sadly taken.”

It’s no surprise that a stunning woman like her is taken. Somehow it just hurts my heart a little. “By who?” Mark asked, “by some guy named Bryce, tch I hate him to guts.” Chaeyoung rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. Bryce and Y/N, huh?

“Yuta-Hyung, are you stalking Ms. Miyoshi?” Mark asked, watching him scroll through Chaeyoung’s Instagram feed. “I just want to know her a little better, actually she works at the library not too far from here.”

You were stacking some unopened manga books on top of the shelf as you sighed, “Ms. Irene, I think we need to dust off the shelves before stacking more books on top.”

“Ah yes, let me just get the dust brush.” She walked to the staff’s room as you moved a couple of books on the edge. Then you went down, moving the ladder to the left side as you leaned against the shelf, checking your phone for any notifications.

Why won’t he answer me? I really miss Bryce…

You: “I want to see you later…”

You: “I really miss you.”

You sighed as Irene handed you the brush, “thank you, Ms. Irene,” she folded her arms, “just be careful, Ms. Miyoshi, alright?” She walked back to the counter, helping a woman that had borrowed a bunch of books.

You got up again but this time at the uppermost step of the ladder. It was shaking slightly as you began to dust it off. You tried to reach for the corner but felt your feet lose balance when you suddenly fell. “W-Woah!”

A couple of romance and Shoujo manga books were scattered all over the floor, along with your left heel too. The fall didn’t feel like anything. That was because someone had caught you, with the same black nail polish-painted hands, pierced ears, and dark black hair.

“Nakamoto-san…”

“–Are you alright? You’re not hurt, are you?”

Somehow you landed on his lap, your right arm on his shoulder as your left hand was on his chest and his right hand was on your leg. In that instant, you were sorta taken aback by this kind of closure between you two.

In a way, it was too intimidating to meet his fine and flirtatious gaze. You looked down when and noticed the butterfly tattoo on his abs, “ah, sorry.” You mumbled, getting off his lap as his hand traced your leg, “wait,” Yuta said, reaching for your left heel as you got flustered. “It’s alright, I can do that myself, Nakamoto-san–” You answered.

“–You were the one who fell so let me at least help you a little.” He said, looking at you with his sexy eyes as he gently tugged your left foot into the heel.

Heh, we’re wearing the same color of nail polish. What’s this silver anklet on her left ankle? A tiny turtle shell… How cute.

“どうもありがとう…” (Thank you very much…)

“どういたしまして.” (You’re welcome.)

“I was dusting off the shelf when I reached for the corner, I lost balance and fell.” You explained briefly, standing up as you stroked your hair.

I didn’t think I’d meet him again… What’s Nakamoto-san doing here?

“It’s a good thing you’re alright, Miyoshi-san,” Yuta said, getting up as he flashed you a soft smile. He handed you a couple of “Kimi Ni Todoke” mangas that had fallen and you bowed. “Yes. Um, I should get back to work.” You mumbled, feeling your cheeks burn up as you turned to the shelf avoiding his gaze.

Nakamoto-san’s dangerous. He makes your heart skip a beat. It's best to not look him directly in the eyes. He’s probably just a player.

“Ah, actually I came here to borrow another book.” He said, chuckling as you turned around. “Ah, what book is it?”

How come, this beautiful and cute woman was taken by some guy? It’s no use but I can't help but fall for her.

“It’s actually a manga, it’s called ‘Perfect Crime’. It’s one of my favorites.” Yuta said, smirking slightly. “Alright. Then please follow me.” You said, tying your hair up in a ponytail.

“Here it is,” You said, handing him the manga. “Thank you. Mmh, your silver anklet is really pretty.” Yuta smirked, averting his eyes to your ankle. “Ehh? Oh, you mean on my ankle.” You turned your heel as the turtle shell jewelry was wiggling. “Yeah, it’s really cute.” Yuta pursed his lips, looking into your eyes.

What’s with this guy… Is he flirting with me…? “Thank you, turtles are actually my favorite animals.” You responded, scanning his book and ID card. “They’re interesting animals,” Yuta added, watching you.

“Here you go, Nakamoto-san.” You gave him the book as his hand touched yours, “thank you, Miyoshi-san.”

I don’t want it to be the last time I see Miyoshi Y/N. I’ll get another book again another day. If that means that I can keep seeing her then I don’t want it to end yet.

“You’re welcome, anyways I’ve got to go now. I’m off.”

“Ah hey Chaeng. Yeah, I’m just finished, let me just get my things.” You said, applying your brand new cherry lip balm as you pursed your lips. Yuta glanced over, eyes focused on your lips. He couldn’t help but admire your soft lips, wondering what it feels like to kiss them. He looked away as you looked back at him.

Those red lips are so pretty… makes me want to kiss them.

You walked towards the exit when Yuta poked your shoulder, naturally, you turned around.

How do I not lose you? I want to see you…

“Ano… will you be here tomorrow again?” Yuta asked, rubbing the back of his head. “Ehh?” You mumbled, not knowing how to respond to his question. “Sure I will. May I ask, why?” You put your phone in the purse as you looked at him. “I might need help with finding several manga and books. I’d figure you’d be able to find the original ones released in Japanese.”

“Ah well. Of course.” You replied, smiling softly at him as you headed down the stairs.

“またね、中本悠太さん.” (See you, Mr. Nakamoto Yuta.) You waved and looked back at him exiting the library.

“So you met him again? And getting a closeup of his butterfly tattoo, mmm?~” Chaeyoung teased, eating her spicy salad as you sighed. “I wasn’t looking at his abs intentionally, Chaeng… You know…” You mumbled as your cheeks were pink from blushing. “It’s not my fault he was wearing a white mesh shirt…”

“Sure, sure. It’s okay to look at other hot guys when your boyfriend is so shitty, Unnie.”

“Chaeng!” You exclaimed as she sighed, “really… Unnie, you should break up with him, besides there are much nicer guys than him. Like Johnny, Ten, and Osaka Prince, you know.” You sighed, eating your Vietnamese spring rolls.

Although she’s right you just can’t seem to admit it. Somehow you believe that Bryce could change for your sake. But if that was true then he wouldn't ignore you and actually answer your texts…

“But let’s not talk about him now. I’m doing my art project next month and the focus is on the female anatomy. I was wondering if you could be my muse for the project?” Chaeyoung asked, sliding a piece of paper on the table as you checked it out.

“That’s so interesting, what exactly would you want me to do?”

“I’m thinking of taking some pictures of you. Like this, would that be okay with you?” She asked, showing me a naked woman hiding her chest with a white blanket.

“You want me to be naked for your pictures and sketches…?” You mumbled, feeling very shy just the thought of that.

“I know it’s very out of your comfort zone but I’ll make sure to cover your breasts, nudity, and private parts. Also, I’m in a group with other girls and my professor is a woman too.”

“I’ll think about it, Chaeng. I mean it’s your art project so I won’t reject it. And besides, this means a lot to you, so I don’t mind doing it.” You added, drinking your mango basil seed drink as Chaeyoung’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Yay! Omg, thank you Y/N! Unnie, you’re the best!” She exclaimed, putting her hands together and expressing her gratitude for you. “No problem, Chaeng girl. Let’s go shopping now.”

“I can show you a few of my sketches later,” she hummed as you nodded.

“By the way, thanks for the bento you made earlier, it was so delicious! Even the boys loved it!” Chaeyoung said, chuckling as she locked arms with you.

“Ehh? You didn’t eat lunch on campus?”

“Nope, I finished class early after I discussed my project with the professor.”

“Let me guess it was Mr. Suh and Mr. Lee?” You asked as she giggled, “what’s with you using honorifics, just call them by their names.” Chaeyoung said and smiled.

“But I don’t know them that well…” You muttered, looking at her. “Unnie, they consider you as their friend, the tall guy’s Johnny, and the slim guy’s Ten,” Chaeyoung explained as you looked at her. She was being honest and genuine. “But I don’t know how to talk to them… I’m not as cool as you are–”

“–Y/N, don’t doubt yourself so much! You’re amazing and so cool. I’m lucky to have you as my roomie.”

“What do you think?” You asked, wearing a black leather miniskirt for the first time. Chaeyoung whistled and smirked, “wow, Y/N-Unnie you look so fine! So pretty!”

“You think so? Isn’t the length a bit too short?” You said shyly, looking at the way the skirt was sitting on your butt while posing in front of the mirror.

“So what? You should definitely wear it for the party!”

You turned around looking at the mirror reflection and how the skirt looked on you. “I don’t know what to pair this skirt with… I mean I usually don’t wear anything above my knees…” You sighed as Chaeyoung massaged your shoulders, “don’t worry about it, Unnie. I’ll help you out, any outfit paired with your beauty is going to be perfect!”

“This sports bra or the other one?” Chaeyoung asked, holding a sports bra in each hand.

“Mhm, I really like the white one. It’ll look so nice on you.” You said, smiling.

“What should we eat for dinner tonight?” Chaeyoung asked, opening the refrigerator as she looked over at me.

“Mmh, I don’t know. What about Kimchi Jjigae?”

“Sure thing. Let’s do that, Unnie.”

“We can add small pieces of chicken breast,” You said, opening the refrigerator and pulling out a plastic bag with raw chicken.

“You seem to be in quite a good mood, Yuta.” Ten said, drinking some water. “Mhm. I do?” He asked, drawing some birds on a piece of paper. “Yeah, earlier you were sulking and frowning a lot, I’d figure you fought with Miyawaki?” Ten asked as he sighed, “we did, she ended up leaving earlier yesterday. I should call her and apologize.”

“Don’t you want to break off things with her for a change, Yuta?” Johnny asked, checking the cash register as they looked at each other. “I probably should, I mean Miya-chan is already in a relationship. I can’t be her second choice all the time she gets into a fight with him.”

“Apologize? For what exactly, Yuta?”

“I got mad at her for always calling me whenever she fought with Hisashi.” Yuta scoffed, drinking a sip from his water bottle.

“Hmm, you and Miyawaki only see each other once or twice a week right?”

“That’s right, I thought it was better to hook up with Miyawaki every night,” Yuta admitted, rubbing the back of his head. “I hate sleeping alone.”

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isadora-greenhall · 1 year ago

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S2e34 spoiler thoughts

Matt just showing fucking clips from Garfield is fucking hilarious

I watched Napoleon Dynamite for the first time today and thought he sounded like Goofy so Beth pulling that impression out made me completely lose it ahahahahaaa

No surprise that Will was the best (imo) I knew he would be ahaha

Tori feeling bad for Hermie lmfaooooo

I GASPED when he told Link and Scary to fuck aaaaaaaah gothcleats yesssss

Spoke too soon I can't pick between Will's and Anthony's asdfghjkl

The sound of Will's laughter after Tori ripped into Freddie's Austin Powers impression asdfghjkl

That was no where near as excruciating as I was expecting because Tori was lovely <3

"It's blue for comedy" Anthony buddy the love anchor was blue lol

THE BABY IS STEWIE?!?!?!?! FUCK MY LIFE! I'VE BEEN WONDERING FOR MONTHS WHAT THE DEAL WITH THAT FUCKING BABY WAS FUUUUUCK

ARE THE DADS DEAD???

Fucken Scam Likely lmaooooo

Yooooo I GASPED at the description of the Doodler always being the same distance away 😱

SCARY TALKING TO THE DOODLER YOOOOOOOOOO

All these child brides lmao love it

SHE SIGNED TERRY AAAAAAAAAHHHHH

Imagine if it didn't fucking work ahahahahaaaaaa if they didn't count as one person now ahaha

I love this episode what a fucking trip 😂🥲

#dungeons and daddies #loved it #spoilers #also FASCINATED by Beth's choice to show Scary's 'madness' through embodying 'Terry'#can't wait to see what happens there!#and I'm gonna head straight to bed now cause it's almost 2am night night all!

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minervas-wife · 1 year ago

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TWD S4 EP1 LIVE THOUGHTS

let's do this!!!!

omg my little farmer

domestic rick arc

i love daryl being mr popular omg

so cute

'pookie' and the lil shove back 😭😭 caryl deniers are sick cus the chemistry is right in front of u

omg macon!!! like from the video games

KERRY CONDON 🧡🧡 i could recognise that beautiful voice anywherw

sometimes i wish my irish accent was stronger but my americanised one is ok too

lizzie and mika intro babey!!!

they r just different asdfghjkl

the guessing what daryl did b4 bit is so cute

'you ready, detective?' so funny

'was there ever a time where you werent the boss of me???'

the cg of the walker starting to fall thru 😭😭

omg was that seriously an effect???

looked fuckin terrible 😭😭

rip zack we barely knew u

'just me.... just me.' rick looks fucking wrecked

i love open communication daryl

my favourite one 🧡🧡 my special guy

JUDITHS BABY BONNET OH MY GOD

the sickness is starting

god i fucking love the sickness plotline

its legit one of my favourites

#the walking dead #twd #mars real time review #daryl dixon #carol peletier #michonne hawthorne #rick grimes

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liopleurodean · 2 years ago

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Season 5, Episode 14: My Bloody Valentine

One (or both) of them is gonna die

Yikes

ASDFGHJKL ALICE

That's not something you say to your date, dude

Asdfghjkl

Wowww

Whaaat

Oh, those noises... blech

That's just nasty

That's so whack

This episode is gonna be weird

Oh, poor girl

I realize that looks like I'm talking about the promise ring, but I'm not

Thanks, Dean

What?

Oh! Unattached Drifter Christmas!

What. Dean

Sam

He's whipped

Yup

What is up with her

Whoa

That's freaky

Giving reaper vibes

Never can

Whack

I like this dude

Dean.

Uh oh

Greaaat

There he is!

Yeah, no dip

Huh.

Well at least that's kinda right

Whoa, Cas

Asdfghjkl Cas

Why are you looking at him like that

This is whack

Spooky

Cas is being sketchy

Right there!

That's just weird

Dean is weirded out

Thanks for the warning Cas

Dean, chill

Same, Dean

Wow, Dean. Way to throw Cas under the bus

Upset you?

Weird

I don't think he wants to

Vulcan mind meld

Always Heaven

Like John and Mary?

Yup

Heh. Yeah

Mm, heaven regrets that now

Ouch

Yeah

Yeah, fair

Yikes

Huh.

I'd believe it. Twinkies are evil

That's horrifying

Poor guy

At least weird

Reaper dude is back

Sam?

Whoa, that's weird

I don't think Sam is entirely in the game right now

Sam.

Not even close

Dean.

Oop

Cas?

OH I KNOW WHATS HAPPENING

Another horseman!

I typed that right before Cas said it

Famine can mean lack of anything

Twinkies

Ah. It's not actually Cas

Whoa, that dude is old

BIGGERSON'S!!!

Dude, that's horrifying

Isn't it obvious?

Yeah, well

Greaaat

Not here anymore

I almost feel bad for the demon

That's horrifying

Okay, War was kind of cool. This guy is not

Took his ring

Love that he kept it

Oh crap, Sam's cravings

He can't

Think about it, Dean.

Yeah

If only they had the bunker. That would've kept him safe

I feel like Sam could still break out of that

I know he's an angel, but I still wasn't expecting that

Aw, I liked him!

You can't just do that, Cas

Me too, Dean

Good

Playing bait

So what is Dean hungry for?

Me too, Cas. And I bet Dean can relate

Wow

The real question

Riiight

Like a camel or something

Well crap

Uh oh

This is not good

Oh, Sam, no...

Too late

He can't concentrate

Right.

Bye Cas

Dean. It was like 5 seconds

That's nasty

Right

Wow, Dean

Yeah, that's about right

Yeah, I want to know this part

I mean, probably a little

This is freaky

Huh.

Oh, Dean...

There is nothing

I'm sorry, Dean

Back with the freaky addiction

Rip to those demons

Good for you, Sam

Is it just me or did that take longer than usual?

That's just weird

It won't work

Come on, Dean

Oh, that's a horrifying strategy

I don't think I can watch

Cas!

Oh, not again

Dean knows

He knows, Cas

Oh, Dean...

Great, now I'm crying

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 5 episode 14 #my bloody valentine

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fleurriee · 1 year ago

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lana im so excited for his just from the summary itself!! forbidden love?? im a sucker for it 🥵

alsoooo i really need nete to look at me like that in that gif like??? i need him to devour him whole yes pls…

The night had already slipped away, the moons shining brightly in the sky, silently witnessing your inner turmoil as you, for the third time now, abandoned your attempt to braid your hair. A sense of unease settled in the air as you found yourself alone, lost in deep contemplation, unable to sleep peacefully.

idc how many times i say it… WRITING. lana u truly are the definition of poetry, every word you write is just so beautiful & you have the power to truly take a simple sentence & make it so ethereal-sounding. teach me your ways oh my days!

What Lo'ak didn't know was that your "whomever" happened to be his own brother, a secret you no longer wanted to keep hidden.

lo’ak bby i will always love u,, but your brother 👀 he just does things to me im sorry. i hope he wouldn’t take offence lmao

Everyone would understand, you were sure of it. But Neteyam didn't want to hear any of it; he ignored your questions, changed the subject, and smooth-talked his way out of it every time. You were so fucking tired of it all.

okay, i can see both sides here, which you’ve portrayed very well, my love <33 like, reader feels as tho she’s probably not as important to him bc she’s a secret & if they truly love one another, why shouldn’t they announce it to the world u know?? whereas i also get nete bc he’s the future olo’eyktan & he’s probably a little worried about ruining his reputation by going against his elders & saying he wishes to mate with his baby bro’s intended. lmao, what an amazing situation we have here!!

…like the subtle nod of his head signaling you to follow him to the forest, or the way he licked over his lower lip, barely noticeable to untrained eyes, but a clear sign for you that you wouldn't be spending the night alone.

the butterflies this just gave me. i want this so badly with nete asdfghjkl… forbidden tropes just do it for me!!

“But that has never stopped me from seeing my beautiful girl."

“Cannot let my girl go to sleep angry, can I?"

i just melted. my girl 🤤

…the peak of pleasure within reach and tantalizingly close whenever he was near. It was crazy.

he fr just has that power. like, one look at him & being in his presence & boom. combusted.

In the next instant, you already regretted your quiet plea, as the following sound you heard was the screech of fabric ripping apart.

THIS MAN HAS MY ENTIRE BEING WITHIN HIS GRASP UGHH

"Shh, yawne, not so loud…”

"You like that?" he whispered in a sultry tone, knowing damn well you did, his breath feeling so hot on your pulsating core caused another shiver to run through you.

yes, i do indeed like that🥴

This was different, you knew it. Not even in the woods last week, or when he surprised you while bathing early yesterday morning, had you experienced anything like this.

pls i need full descriptions of each and every time they met up in secret like 🥵

Small beads of sweat glistened on his body, looking like stars in the pale moonlight, and his bioluminescent freckles glowed so beautifully, giving him an ethereal look as if he were blessed by Eywa herself (which he probably was), as if he were the only source of light in the darkness, as if he were the answer to all your questions, your anchor, your key.

im sorry i had to include this entire thing bc?? this description of nete is so fucking beautiful what?? 🤧 he truly is the definition of heaven & you have just proved that with ur magnificent writing once again!!

"I promise you, I will make you mine."

Although you knew, he'd be long gone in the morning, you snuggled against him, pretending as if he was yours and you were his, the both of you meant to be.

the forbidden trope is just so delicious & exciting & when he’s adamant she’s gonna be his??? sign me the fuck up, where’s my nete?

lana i think my brain stopped working like halfway through this, that’s why the comments just kinda… stopped, bc i was just so in the moment & enthralled lmao. i don’t really want to repeat myself, but the writing was immaculate as always & the SMUT??? 🤌🏻 it wasn’t cringy at all, it was amazing!! you’ve outdone yourself once again & im definitely coming back to reread this masterpiece soon <33

HOTTER THAN SIN | neteyam x reader

pairing: neteyam x f!reader

summary: at night, you find yourself seeking solace and comfort in the arms of your lover while conflicting emotions highlight your struggle between duty and true happiness.

word count: 3k

warnings: forbidden love trope, nsfw content - minors do not interact, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, biting, marking, some background info for the plot (to make it a bit logical), cheating with consent (?), you and neteyam acting like wild animals lol it's always h words hours with him, all characters are adults

na'vi words: yerik - hexapede (deer-like pandoran animal); yawne - beloved

* gif's mine (for the first time)

"You are promised to my baby bro." His words echoed in your mind, over and over again, as you absentmindedly ran a comb through your hair in your nightly routine. The night had already slipped away, the moons shining brightly in the sky, silently witnessing your inner turmoil as you, for the third time now, abandoned your attempt to braid your hair. A sense of unease settled in the air as you found yourself alone, lost in deep contemplation, unable to sleep peacefully.

"Your baby bro loves someone else, and so do I," you had told him, not to appease your own conscience or even his but as a matter of fact. It was true that you and Lo'ak had been forced to reach a silent agreement, but that didn't mean you were in agreement at all. It was largely driven by your parents and his; you had been betrothed to each other as young children, unaware of the true significance of it. As the years went by and this arrangement took up more presence in your lives, both you and Lo'ak realized that there was absolutely no chemistry between you. And so, you agreed that until your impending mating (and both of you were confident you would find a way to escape the situation by then), he could do as he pleased with whomever he wanted, and so could you. What Lo'ak didn't know was that your "whomever" happened to be his own brother, a secret you no longer wanted to keep hidden.

You've had many conversations with Neteyam about it, repeatedly making it clear that you were not satisfied with the current situation, and that you no longer wanted a secret affair. You were tired of meeting him whenever it was convenient and not when you wanted, tired of hiding in the shadows when it could be so easy to change it all. All he had to do was face his elders and announce that he had chosen you as his mate by his side. Everyone would understand, you were sure of it. But Neteyam didn't want to hear any of it; he ignored your questions, changed the subject, and smooth-talked his way out of it every time. You were so fucking tired of it all.

However, you were not tired of his lustrous glances during communal gatherings, his playful smiles whenever he saw you at training, his gentle touches on your lower back that lingered a bit too long whenever he passed by, his whispered compliments close to your ear when no one was looking, and his secret signs only you knew, like the subtle nod of his head signaling you to follow him to the forest, or the way he licked over his lower lip, barely noticeable to untrained eyes, but a clear sign for you that you wouldn't be spending the night alone.

"What the..." you furrowed your brows, setting the comb aside in your hand, as you saw a familiar silhouette standing at the entrance of your family's tent, a smug smile on his face. "Are you crazy?" you whisper-yelled at him, "My parents are sleeping!" You quickly glanced at the sealed section at the end of the tent, hoping that no one would come out and see you together with Neteyam in the middle of the night.

"I know," he shrugged nonchalantly, "But that has never stopped me from seeing my beautiful girl."

"Not your girl," you reminded him harshly, "Your own words. Besides, I'm still angry at you, so in case you don't have an answer to my questions, you can just go away the way you…"

You gasped then, your eyes widening in alarm, like those of a yerik witnessing the sharp tip of an arrow hurtling towards it. Suddenly, you found yourself lying flat on your back, with Neteyam above you, having pinned you down. How on Pandora had he done that again? Just a few seconds ago, he was standing at the entrance of the tent, you had been distracted for a fraction of a second, and now...

You decided not to dwell on his surprise maneuvers for long, as his soft lips had once again claimed yours, the same as the hundreds and thousands of times before, washing away any questions and worries with a single sweep. You gasped into the kiss, letting your slender hands roam over his strong arms, tracing along his well-defined back where your fingertips pressed into his delicate skin. Eywa, this man was perfect.

"That's why I'm here," he mumbled in between hot kisses, while your lips almost refused to part for even a second, "Cannot let my girl go to sleep angry, can I?"

You sighed into the next kiss, a longer, and more passionate one, but tried to keep a clear head as a single question dominated your thoughts: Just when would you officially become his?

"Do not ask questions whose answers you cannot handle," he whispered against your lips, brushing a tender kiss on the corner of your mouth, and buried his left hand in your flowing hair.

"You know I can handle it," you retorted, a slight pout on your lips. You no longer wondered how Neteyam always seemed to know what was going through your mind. Perhaps he just knew you inside and out. Or perhaps you were an open book, and everyone else could genuinely read from your face what you were feeling, what you were thinking. That was indeed the most plausible explanation that had come to your mind since the first night you has spent with Neteyam. Yes, that must be it, you must be easy to read.

If only you knew that you were precisely the opposite. You had thrown Neteyam off balance so many times without even trying, without even realizing, solely through your actions, which stood in contradiction to your feelings that he could sense as clearly as a gentle touch because he did, in fact, know you inside and out. You were anything but easy to read. At least not always. And you were probably the most capable person he had encountered, with him always being in awe with the new surprises you had up your sleeve.

Neteyam smiled a genuine smile, "Just trust me on this and leave the rest to me."

His deep accented voice triggered so many emotions within you. Your hands slid lower, reaching the hem of his loincloth, attempting to untie the knot, but it proved to be more challenging than anticipated as Neteyam playfully nibbled on the delicate skin of your neck, occasionally running his tongue over it in a teasing manner. You shuddered so intensely under his touch that you believed you were on the verge of experiencing an orgasm solely from his caresses, the peak of pleasure within reach and tantalizingly close whenever he was near. It was crazy.

"Yes," you murmured as his hands tenderly glided along your sides, descending to your bare thighs, venturing further toward your heated core, which yearned so desperately for attention. But he took his time, still lavishing attention on your neck, sending shivers cascading down your spine. His tongue traced a path down to your chest. You yearned to feel more, so much more, and the absence of his touch in that specific place drove you wild. His hand traveled up again, skimming delicately over the insides of your thighs, teasingly brushing against your heated core, only to divert his focus to your taut stomach and breasts. Everywhere but there.

"Please." It almost sounded like whining, which caused the prince of the forest to chuckle softly once again.

In the next instant, you already regretted your quiet plea, as the following sound you heard was the screech of fabric ripping apart.

You gasped heavily, staring at him with eyes filled with desire. "You... oh, you. Couldn't you have done that like a normal person?"

"I thought you didn't want to wait any longer," he smirked, exuding an irresistibly seductive charm. Gone were your loincloth and upper feathery piece that you had loved so dearly, having spent hours of weaving. He then adjusted himself slightly as you struggled to remove his loincloth. The clothes fell carelessly to the ground, as if they had never belonged to you both. Completely naked, as the Great Mother had created you, and yet like wild animals, you both pounced on each other.

Shamelessly, he now gazed at your body, completely exposed, as you lay before him, as you eagerly craved his touch. But this time, it was he who looked rather surprised, as you swiftly rose up, burying your hands in his nape and and drawing him back down to you. You pressed your throbbing core against him and your sweet lips against his, claiming him with fervor, completely consumed by desire. You kissed him this time with wild, unrestrained passion, and dug your nails into the firm flesh of his back. Neteyam broke away, gasping for a moment, before turning his attention to your breasts. He encircled your hardened peaks with his soft lips, sucking and teasing them, occasionally nipping and biting, which elicited another gasp from you. It aroused him immensely to hear those sweet sounds escaping your lips, knowing that only he could evoke such a response from you. His loins were on fire, his cock eager to feel the wet, tight embrace of your folds, but for now, his focus was solely on you, you and your quivering body under his hands and his mouth.

"Mhmm," you hummed, running your tongue over your lips and wrapping your legs tightly around his hips, grinding your arching core against the hardness of his arousal. You wanted to feel him. To feel him filling you completely, driving you to the edge of sanity, but he took his time, still caressing your tits, occasionally nibbling lightly on your hardened nipples, eliciting soft moans from you, before soothing them with his tongue. Meanwhile, his hands never ceased their massaging motions, sensually exploring every inch of your body. His mouth trailed lower, moving along your stomach, and his tongue traced circles around your belly button. His hands gently spread your legs apart, granting him more access and freedom to explore your trembling form.

Arching your head back, as much as you could in that position, you let out a soft moan as his hands glided briefly over your pulsating core. He lowered his head between your legs and tantalizingly licked over it, causing a slightly louder moan to escape your lips this time.

"Shh, yawne, not so loud," he warned you, and once again turned his attention and focus on your sensitive pearl, licking it once more before exhaling a gentle breath onto it, which sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

And there it was... his lips pressed against your highly sensitive spot. He kissed you there, suckling on your bud and then traced small circles over it with his warm, wet tongue, causing you to grip the mat under you tightly. Eywa, it felt so good. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you wanted more. So much more.

"You like that?" he whispered in a sultry tone, knowing damn well you did, his breath feeling so hot on your pulsating core caused another shiver to run through you. Unable to form any words, you simply nodded, your back arching as he expertly buried two fingers inside you, pleasuring you and making you see stars. Afraid of being too loud, you pressed your own hand against your mouth, while simultaneously pressing your hips against him. With your other hand, you caressed your breasts, eliciting a low growl from Neteyam. If only you knew the intensity of the fire you ignited within him as you touched and pleasured yourself before his eyes.

Before you could lunge at his neck in frustration for withdrawing his fingers just as you were on the edge of orgasm, you could already feel the firm tip of him pressing against your slick entrance. Opening your eyes, you locked your gaze with his, a wave of longing twisting your features as his lustful gaze met you, making your pelvic muscles clench with burning desire, begging for his hard cock.

Neteyam's smile grew even more seductive, his demeanor unapologetically indulgent as he plunged into you with one powerful thrust. You gasped for air, wanting to moan, and the handsome man knew it wouldn't be a quiet affair. So, he quickly pressed his lips against yours, making you taste yourself on his tongue, and muffling your cries as he initially took you in a slow rhythm.

You wrapped your legs around his hips once more and threw your head back as you felt Neteyam's lips on your neck, his hands on your breasts, and his throbbing hardness pulsing between your legs. Biting down on your tongue, you suppressed the urge to moan loudly, moving your hips to meet his thrusts and digging your fingers into his back, leaving faint red marks that would surely fade by tomorrow..

"Ahh, yes… you make me feel… so good… mmm… Neteyam..." you whispered hoarsely in his ear, lightly biting into his earlobe, causing him to momentarily tense up. His weakness.

Neteyam didn't waste a moment. His hand swiftly descended between your bodies, finding your bud and expertly stimulating it with his fingers, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His thrusts intensified, becoming faster and more urgent, as he synchronized the movements of his hand with the rhythm of his hips. The combination of his skilled touch and the relentless pace of his thrusts pushed you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Your moans grew louder, the world around you spinning as the intensity of your orgasm built within you, ready to explode in a wave of pleasure, threatening to consume you and pull you into the abyss. You knew all too well that you couldn't remain silent for it became harder and harder to contain your moans any longer. The need to release them was as urgent as the pulsating sensation between your legs. You were going to scream, but you shouldn't. Not here, not now.

"Come for me, yawne," Neteyam moaned softly against your lips. His words sent a shiver of anticipation through your body. The pleasure intensified as he increased his relentless pace and his hand continued to simulate your clit. You should come for him. Only for him. Every stroke, every touch brought you closer to the edge.

"Oh, Eywa, you're so… mmm… you're so…" A chocked sob left your mouth right when your body trembled, and your muscles suddenly contracted as the orgasm hit you with such force that for a moment, you feared losing consciousness. You wanted to scream, but Neteyam's mouth on yours silenced any sound that would have been too loud and potentially awaken your parents... no, perhaps the entire village. You surrendered completely to the ecstasy, letting it consume you entirely as he continued to ride out your orgasm, maintaining his rhythm and intensity. You came undone in his arms, your release washing over you in powerful waves, a surrender to the passion that ignited between you. This was different, you knew it. Not even in the woods last week, or when he surprised you while bathing early yesterday morning, had you experienced anything like this.

You breathed heavily, keeping your eyes closed. Only dimly did you register Neteyam, heaving in sync with your own panting and heavy breathing, finding his release with your name on his lips and collapsing exhaustedly on top of your delicate body, burying you beneath him, as comfortable warmth filled you, painting your walls. Both of you were on fire, the heat between your bodies lingering, the aftershocks of the orgasm gradually subsiding, and your heart pounding in your chest, mind struggling to process what just happened between the two of you, you clung to him, to his sweaty, strong body.

You didn't want to talk, you never really did, after sex. That's why you were grateful to Neteyam for lying there in silence, giving you some time to gather your thoughts that had become jumbled in the heat of the moment.

Your worries were gone. No anger, no negativity, no elders, no Lo'ak, no duties, no secrets, just Neteyam, just him and you.

Neteyam stood up, bracing himself with both hands on either side of your head, and silently observed you for a moment, a thumb coming forward to brush your silent tears away. Small beads of sweat glistened on his body, looking like stars in the pale moonlight, and his bioluminescent freckles glowed so beautifully, giving him an ethereal look as if he were blessed by Eywa herself (which he probably was), as if he were the only source of light in the darkness, as if he were the answer to all your questions, your anchor, your key.

Your breathing was still uneven, but you were gradually calming down. Your hair was tousled on the mat, and as Neteyam looked at you with a loving gaze, he tenderly traced his fingers along your cheek, to which you instinctively leaned in, seeking his touch.

"You are beautiful, yawne," he whispered and leaned in closer to you. He gave a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose, on the corner of your mouth, and sealed your lips with his one last time, savoring the taste of your sweetness that ignited a primal desire within him, but this time, he exerted self-control and held himself back. "I promise you, I will make you mine."

You murmured something weakly in response, closing your eyes as he placed his right hand around your body, keeping you impossibly closer to him. Although you knew, he'd be long gone in the morning, you snuggled against him, pretending as if he was yours and you were his, the both of you meant to be. And you smiled at that thought, his golden eyes were the last thing you saw before falling into a deep sleep, embarking on what would likely be the sweetest dream you had ever experienced in your life.

note: not trying to be pick-me here, I genuinely find the smut I write cringey, but let me know if you enjoyed it, loves 🥴💕

btw, I've never seen anyone gif this exact scene. how do you like neteyam staring right into your soul? (if anyone has a 4k version of that, please hit me up)

#𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐑’s recs ── ☄. *. ⋆#my mooties ʚ ﾟ.#lanaaaaaaaa 🤍#oh to be nete’s forbidden love #there’s nothing better than forbidden smut too 🤭#neteyam sully

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F1 Re-Watch 2022: Round 11 - Austria

Yes I’m carrying this on even though we literally have the first race of 2023 tomorrow sadhuvh I am determined to finished this now that I’ve started (and I’m actually enjoying it despite the RBR domination and Ferrari clownery).

Anyway, I yet again remember nothing from this race other than Seb and his bee hotel, so I am once again going into a race blind so let’s just jump on in

ngl the Red Bull Ring is a very pretty track, I love me some forests

okay let’s see how painful the starting grid is

Seb P18 🥲

Lance P12 oh no team green why????

nvm MICK P9!!! and Lewis P8

ESTEBAN IN 6TH????

Oh Verstappen’s on pole. huh.

“Who is there to stop him?” “If Ferrari get their act together” lol

(wait... is this the race where Carlos’ car went on fire??? I feel like that happened)

ugh flares my beloathed. The smoke is literally blowing onto the track. no bloody thank you.

“What can Ferrari do?” Nothing Crofty this is 2022 Ferrari we’re talking about.

(Unrelated but I’ve had one 2023 programme of Alex Jacques comms and I already miss him, the things I endure for Ted crumbs)

[Start/Lap 1]: GEORGE????? That start though

OH SHIT Perez off into the gravel after making contact with George. Not that surprised bc that battle was SPICY

Seb with damage too WHYYYYYY 😭

[Lap 2]: asdfghjkl Ted confusing the red stripe on the RBR overalls for Perez’s tyres. Excellent sports journalism.

[Lap 3]: Oh boy. Mick racing Lewis. I weep.

[Lap 4]: What I like about the Red Bull Ring is that the lap is so short it keeps the field together a bit longer.

Perez v Russell replay. oof.

Braincells boys, braincells.

[Lap 5]: Mick got past Lewis 🥺

[Lap 6]: Crofty calling out Sainz’s track limit crimes on the first lap aefvuhu

[Lap 7]: Truly astounded at Haas in 6th and 7th. something something looking like rockstars

oh shit Charles is catching up to Verstappen actually??? 👀

Will the Ferrari pitwall hang onto their braincells for the whole race though?

[Lap 8]: Oh shit Charles is REALLY catching Verstappen, gap down to around half a second.

rip Perez got lapped already, another part of the track being so short

[Lap 9]: Meanwhile Russell has somehow dragged the W13 into fourth. madness.

[Lap 10]: CHARLES TRIES THE DIVEBOMB

Was unsuccessful but gold star for effort.

(5 sec pen for Russell causing violence)

[Lap 11]: oh my days an actual battle for the lead I have MISSED THIS

[Lap 12]: CHARLES

HE JUST SNUCK INTO TURN 4 AND GOT PAST HIM HELL YEAH!!!!

cut to happy Ferrari fans. an unfamiliar sight in 2022.

[Lap 13]: advuhu Charles now on two warnings for track limits, you muppet

Seb watch: He’s into P13!!!! 🥳🥳🥳

[Lap 14]: oh my days Esteban into third STOP THE COUNT

ooooh Lewis with a NICE pass on Mick round turns 5 and 6

and YOU get a warning for track limits and YOU get a warning for track limits.

[Lap 15]: and Lewis gets past Kev as well, into P4!!

I am really not used to Haas being so fast but get it lads!!!

[Lap 16]: Fernando P10, Seb P11. Insert Fernando’s quote from Abu Dhabi about how they always find a way to race each other 😭

[Lap 17]: SEB INTO THE POINTS, END THE RACE

yes I know it’s because he hasn’t stopped yet let me live in delusion

[Lap 18]: LANCE IN P5. STOP THE RACE!!!!

[Lap 20]: Seb sighting in the background of Yuki v Zhou v Fernando!!!

also yes, midfield spice!! excellent!!

[Lap 22]: “We are considering Plan E” the pain I felt hearing that. FERRARI STOP

[Lap 23]: noice pass from Esteban on Zhou!!

Midfield spice how I’ve missed you!!!

and Esteban gets past Yuki too...

...and Yuki tries to get him back.

while Zhou and Fernando scrap over P8

ACTUAL RACING!!! (beloved)

[Lap 24]: FIVE CARS INTO TURN 5 WHAT THE FUCK

AHHHHHHHHHH

LADS

I mean that was great but I WASN’T BREATHING

[Lap 25]: That wasn’t Bono on Lewis’ radio. That did not pass the vibe check.

[Lap 26]: MICK BACK INTO THE POINTSSSSSSS

oh my days Lewis P4 and Lance P5 *longest yeah boi ever*

oop Perez’s car gets retired because it’s so broken

and Charles pits. idk how I feel about Ferrari trying a one stop. I don’t trust it.

[Lap 28]: Ted manifesting a Safety Car. You don’t need to invite chaos Ted this is F1 it happens on the Ferrari pitwall every week.

[Lap 29]: oof Lewis’ slow stop means he comes out behind Esteban

It’s okay Merc mechanics we still love you.

[Lap 30]: Charles taking a second out of Verstappen’s lead. Inject it.

Lewis gets past Esteban clean as you like into turn 3.

[Lap 31]: Post-stops Seb and Lance are chilling in 14th and 15th, so long to the dizzing heights of the top ten, thanks AMR22 😭

oh this was a sprint race weekend that explains quali a little bit.

(please stop trying to make sprint races happen though, they’re not going to happen)

“You can’t get a two person tent in a 40 mile radius of Amsterdam for love nor money” Crofty 🤝 Seb: if you want to steal shit go to the Netherlands it’s empty

[Lap 33]: CHARLES RETAKES THE LEAD!!!!

that looked painfully easy

MICK INTO P6!!!

Seb and Lance being turtles aside I’m loving this race this is great!

[Lap 35]: and YOU get a penalty for track limits and YOU get a penalty for track limits

oh not Fernando wagging a finger at Yuki sdgheughuh he’s such an old man

[Lap 36]: Lewis P4, Esteban P5, Mick P6. I LOVE F1

Why are we grilling Otmar on Fernando’s strategy mid race???? I would not want to just broadcast my driver’s strategy on TV just like that.

I’d say take a shot every time someone gets done for track limits but you’d get alcohol poisoning so maybe do water instead.

(Braincells boys, braincells)

[Lap 39]: I was hoping Crofty wouldn’t mention those dark clouds bc they’re making me anxious.

Is it bad I’m still wondering how Ferrari are going to mess up the 1-2 they currently have? I’m fully expecting Verstappen to still win this.

[Lap 40]: SEB NOOOOOOOOO don’t spin into the gravel 😭

This is not the way I wanted a Seb sighting.

ughhhhhhh he was racing Gasly, Russell v Perez 2.0. RUDE PIERRE. RUDE.

Livery watch: Aston Martin still pretty though 💚

[Lap 42]: Norris v Magnussen 👀

Lewis the latest to join the track limit club.

if everyone gets a time penalty for track limits then does anyone have a penalty for track limits?

well at least Gasly got a pen for spinning out Seb

I too am Crofty being unable to keep up with how many drivers have been penalised for track limits or have a warning.

George v Lance, that was a fun three corner battle

Seriously, apart from the two bits of violence the racing has been GREAT thus far.

[Lap 46]: and as I type that Mick goes down the inside of Lance

and Lance get’s him back.

No Bono on Lewis’ team radio does not feel right at all I do not like it

[Lap 48]: Meanwhile both Haas cars get past Lance on the same straight, this race has been truly WILD so far

damn Charles really hasn’t won a race from outside pole??? that’s a wild stat.

[Lap 49]: Ferrari seemingly chuck the one stop straight in the bin. Charles pits for hards.

is this Clowneria Ferrari striking again??? I’m getting those vibes.

[Lap 51]: Lewis still in P4 we absolutely love to see it!!!

no Nicky DNF 😔

oh nvm Lewis is stopping again

OH he has a 30+ gap to Fernando we’re fine

“Incident Noted - Gasly, failing to observe penalty” OOP

[Lap 53]: Charles once again getting past Verstappen like it’s nothing.

Seb watch: he’s in plum last I hate it here 😭

[Lap 55]: I’m (sadly) still waiting to see how Ferrari mess this up. I just don’t trust them at this point.

(Though let’s be honest I haven’t really trusted Ferrari since 2019)

[Lap 57]: fdvheaihh Fernando gaining TWELVE positions during the race. El Plan intensifies.

Verstappen v Sainz you say??? 👀

OH SHIT maybe not

His car did go on fire at this race.

Ah I obviously did watch C4′s highlights of this race bc I do remember the car rolling down the hill whilst on fire. BIG YIKES. 0/10 would not recommend to a friend.

[Lap 58]: VSC for obvious reasons

Charles pits again????

ohhhhh it’s to cover cars behind stopping under the VSC, and to have grip at the restart. that makes sense actually.

(did Ferrari kidnap Bono??? that would explain a lot)

LEWIS IN P3!!!!!!! STOP THE COUNT!!!!!

[Lap 59]: Helmet watch: LEWIS RAINBOW HELMET KLAXON!!! 🌈

[Lap 60]: Prielli: We think everyone is going to do a one stop :) The grid: two and three stops galore because fuck you

[Lap 61]: ohhhhh no not Charles saying his throttle pedal feels off. Not double mechanical gremlins please I won’t cope.

“Everything is fine on the throttle pedal” IT BETTER BE XAVI 🔪

fuck this race really has had everything I’m knackered.

Seb still last. Stab me it would hurt less.

Lewis and George in P3 and P4, unbothered while everything implodes around them

[Lap 64]: ALBON IN THE POINTS!!! STOP THE RACE!!!

[Lap 65]: Charles throttle problems have not gone away, I swear to fucking god Ferrari STOP CLOWNING

oh boy Val and Alex fighting for P10, even more midfield spice

“So sometimes the throttle gets stuck” I’m sorry if my 17 year old deaf cat can still catch mice (true story, happened this afternoon) Ferrari should be able to build a working car.

Bahrain 2019 flashbacks.

[Lap 67]: Verstappen closing to about 3 seconds behind. see I knew Ferrari would bin it.

(Rule 1 of F1 - Don’t trust Ferrari)

[Lap 68]: Seb joins the track limit party, fan-fucking-tastic.

nooo Alex down into P12 😔

[Lap 69]: SEB’S NOT IN PLUM LAST 🥳 I will take P16 over P17 any day

oh for fucks sake not downshift problems for Charles too.

Ferrari you owe me so much money in emotional damages, I’m not even joking.

[Lap 70]: Meanwhile MICK IN P6!!!!!!!!!!

[Lap 71/Finish]: stress stress stress stressssssssss

gap down to 2.1 seconds arghhhhhhhh

Meanwhile Fernando into P10. EL PLAN.

CHARLES WINS!!!!!!

thank fuck I can breathe. that was NOT FUN.

LEWIS P3!!!!! LET’S👏 GET👏 IT!!!

Ferrari I still want emotional damage money

“I was scared, I was really scared” ME TOO BUDDY

AND MICK FINISHES P6 FUCK YES!!!!!

nvm Seb does finish plum last he got a 5 sec penalty for track limits 😭

Oh jeez. That race was A LOT. Like, so much, possible too much but considering how many races were dull all the way through or had dull patches I will take one race of pure insanity. We had SO MUCH midfield spice, it was excellent, an ACTUAL BATTLE FOR THE LEAD!!!!! and honestly??? It was a great race from start to finish. I genuinely would watch it again.

9 front wings out of 10. Next race - France!

#F1 Re watch #F1 2022 re watch #F1 Liveblog #Austria edition

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zackcollins · 2 years ago

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*Blem* 2(1): Electric Boogaloo || TOR vs TB || 05/13/22

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I'm so asdfghjkl about this good lort lmfao. washington obvs prolly the younger of the two by a few years. carolina actually knew her mother? at least as much as a kid possibly can at that age, coming and going all the time. but wash prolly doesn't really have the luxury of remembering a Before. only that one day his mother was dead and his father might as well have died and that carolina was suddenly (and perhaps unconsciously at that point) being held to so much more. wash is clever but isn't a genius. cares about his friends and teammates but isn't a leader in the traditional sense. carolina would dye her hair first, of course. likely still in her mid teens at the youngest. always over and over told how much she looks like her mother. there's a Legacy there and she wants nothing to do with it. the disdainful cold shoulder between she and leonard lasts for Weeks? meanwhile when wash bleaches his, it's like no one even notices.

and not being enough for the project! but he got his ass court martialed and the planet they grew up on got glassed and his father 'doesnt need the scandal.' in one of the short stories from the companion book, when wash put that kid through a mirror in school? the anger issues are There the short fuse righteous temper habit of hair trigger violence.

but while lina is running herself frayed and ragged trying to be The Best™, wash is more noticeably companionable with the other members of the project. he might be a messy too-earnest rookie, but people Like him? they're fond of him. people admire and respect carolina but does she have any Actual Friends?

fucking christ tho. that carolina was supposed to have sigma. that had been the plan. their fathers ambition and cunning creativity. and washington being paired with epsilon. they didn't know he was the memory fragment either?? had suspicions probably but it wasn't confirmed until the end of season six.

never not thinking of alphas absolute distress and despair and bone deep pain at thinking he fucked up and got tex and wash killed. like why Those Two Specifically. why put epsilon into his head after that. knowing or not knowing he was memory wouldn't have really made much a difference like. you tell the tortured exhausted stressed out ai he got someone killed, it rips itself apart again in response, and then you put that raw nerve right into the head of the person they'd supposedly failed? bewildering!!

oh but eta and iota get ripped out and lina goes over the cliff and then subsequently into hiding. and wash?? how long was he barred from active duty. how many times did he have to lie about whatd happened? how long did he have to hide that he knew Exactly what his father had done? how long before he convinces them that he's functional enough to be sent out and clean up the mess.

after fucking sidewinder again? maine is dead for good and epsilon is gone and the blues fake his death! what was that reunion like when carolina showed up after who knows how long looking for epsilon? like oh hey wash, kinda thought you were dead. you wanna go on a road trip and get back the ai that fucked you up in the first place so he can help me kill our father? like! lina bby. pls.

carolina gets to say goodbye to their father. she gets the kinda sorta closure of realizing he wasn't wholly cruel and cold and manipulative. it was never with malice. but wash never gets that asdfghjkl. never closure after epsilon not after leonard. and epsilon and lina are suddenly best fucking pals and they Leave!! just oh. okay then. it was nice to see you too lmfao ;__;

carwash siblings carolina dyeing her hair red to be less like their mother, wash bleaching his hair to be more like their family

#rvb nonsense

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mothdruid · 2 years ago

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asdfghjkl (respectfully) gimme that Rooster with ‘you make me so horny I can think straight’ from the dirty teasing prompts pretty please ilysm 👀😈🫠

Think Straight

pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x fem!reader

summary: it was a fun night at the Hard Deck. it becomes even more fun when Rooster pulls you around back for some extra fun.

wc: 900

warnings: 18+, smut, minors dni, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, pet names, dirty talk

It had been a long night at the hard deck, but a fun one nonetheless. The entire cohort was out and about, catching up for old times sake. It was rare that all of you were in the same area anymore. But things hadn’t truly picked up until Rooster arrived. You and Rooster had always had a thing for each other that never ended up going anywhere, until tonight.

Rooster through all proper thoughts out the window once he saw you in that, shorter than usual, sundress. The pale yellow tone made him question his sanity, which became even more questioned when you bent over while playing pool. Rooster stood behind you, trying to hide his new favorite sight from the others. His chest brushed against your back when you stood up.

“When did you get so close?” You whispered as he leaned closer to you. It was like the rest of the world stopped when he was this close to you. One of his hands ghosted over your waist. Bradley let out a snicker when he heard your question.

“Just showed up.” Hot breath hit your earlobe as he spoke. A tug at your hips pulled you back, his hips pressing into your ass. Your eye lit up when you felt his half hard cock press against your ass.

“Just showed up and you’re this excited to see me?” You looked around to make sure that no one was watching the two of you. Alas, your eyes locked with Bob’s. You grabbed at Bradley’s hand on your waist as you set your pool stick down. The two of you excused yourself,accepted a few knowing looks, then headed outside to the back of the Hard Deck.

Bradley’s lips were hot on your neck, hands carelessly roaming your body. Your own fingers threaded through his hair, arms resting on his shoulders. His hands landed on your ass, kneading the flesh as he nipped and lapped at your neck. A groan ripped from Bradley’s throat as you tugged his hair roughly. One of Bradley’s hands slipped under the back of your dress while he slotted his leg between your thighs.

“Fuck,.” Bradley grunted as he rocked his hips against yours, “you make me so horny I can’t think straight.” You let out a whine as the two of you rocked together. One of Bradley’s hands sat on the small of the back as the two of you rocked together. Your hips rolled on his thigh, trying to gain more friction and pressure.

The hand kneading at your ass moved around to press against your cunt. Without thought your hips stuttered forward, surprised by Bradley’s boldness. You could feel Bradley smirk against your skin as he felt the wetness soaking your panties. “That fucking wet for me?”

“I’m always this wet for you.” Bradley’s mustache twitched before he smashed his lips into yours. Fingers trailed the edge of your panties, silently asking for permission. “You better hurry up or else I’m gonna have a problem, Bradshaw.” Your panties were quickly pushed to the side, Bradley’s fingers sliding between your folds. A moan fell from you as you felt circles against your clit. The cotton of his shirt was bunched between your fingers. Your head rested on his chest as his fingers circled on your clit. Whimpers and moans poured from you as Bradley worked you over.

“You sound so good for me, princess.” Bradley whispered.

“More, I need more.” Your hands pawed at the belt on his shorts. Bradley picked up on the message and pulled his hand from your panties. Both of his hands went to your waist, turning you around and pressing you against the wall. The fabric of your dress rose quickly, being bunched up around your waist.

The sound of Bradley’s belt and zipper could be heard over the music from in the bar. It was exhilarating, being so close to being caught. It wasn’t the first time you two had been like this before. Occasional ready room and late night locker room make outs were some of your favorites.

Without warning you felt him push your panties to the side and press inside of you. The stretch pushed a moan out of you, matching Bradley’s groan when he bottomed out. He felt you flutter around him at a crash from inside the bar. A hot breath covered the back of your neck, “Want them to find us?”

A whimper hung on your lips while he started fucking into you. Each thrust had you making noise, small whimpers and moans filling Bradley’s ears. It wasn’t long before the both of you were close. Bradley wrapped an arm around your front and pressed his fingers into your folds. Circle motions plagued your clit again, tugging you closer to climax.

Pleasure flooded your system as your climax tumbled forward, finally arriving. You clenched tightly around Bradley, his thrusts becoming messy. With only a few more pumps he was coming inside you. Bradley rested his head on your back while you steady the both of you against the wall.

“You always feel so good.” Bradley whispered as he pulled out of you. Your legs shook as you rested against the wall, trying to steady them. Bradley wrapped an arm around you, keeping you close and steady.

“You always do this to me.” Bradley smiled as he kissed your cheek.

“I know, baby.”

#mothdruids 2k blurbs and drabbles #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x f!reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw smut #rooster smut #top gun x reader #top gun maverick fic #bradley bradshaw fic

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isadora-greenhall · 1 year ago

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dndads s2e36 spoilers

here’s my traditional “thoughts from the episode” post lol

"fwHAT?!" lmao love you veronica

linc wears contacts?! UNZIPPING HIS EYES?! 💀

henry nearly killing a child AGAIN

INITIATIVE?????

double roll-off!!!!!

turtle-neck?!?!?!?!?!??! is he actually a fucking vampire rn??

metal cuff...?

have they actually forgotten nick lmao

WAS I RIGHT LMFAO (that terry jr's shooting an enemy?)

OH WAIT is he being compelled to attack them??? did willy do this?!?!?!

terry jr's "WHAT?!" 😂 like husband like wife :')

yeah they've totally forgotten nick lmfao

are we gonna learn about scary's bio dad 😬

"NO WAY!" lmao terry is so cute

oh fuck, yeah, willy knows they're alive now T.T scary's fucked

damn thought we were about to get a full confirmation of terry jr's surname, but alas, anthony is silent :')

"someday my dad's gonna come to a game" SOBBING FML

oh yeah hermie's here lmfao 😂 i didn't forget nicky but i did forget him 💀

hermie x linc?? 😬

hermie still wants to be with normal though, huh?

lmao based on the gif on twitter for this ep someone is not gonna make a roll for jumping off parachuting lmao

y'all. ANNULMENT. so much easier

ooh yeah the black parade looking for their leader scary!!!

no don't let terry jr find more ammo he's gonna be compelled to shoot the boys again!!!

"terry 2" 🥹

poor terry jr T.T T.T T.T

HERMIE AS SCARY YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

HOLY SHIT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

FUCKING HERMIE NOOOOO

NOOOOOOO

I KNOW WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN NOOO

hermie's misery isn't right there, huh?

i knew it would be taylor crashing lmfao

"putting on his backpack with his feet" fucken linc 😂

oh no scary's poem 😭 and just after the nice hug awww

the "cool goth collar" ahaha

"gerard" asdfghjkl

STAY AWAY PLEASE HERMIE NOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"pretend you're my stepdaugher" HOW ABOUT RIP OUT MY FUCKING HEART HUH

FUCKING TEARING UP OVER HER TELLING HER HOW MUCH HE CARES ABOUT HER MUM

nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

i'm cryyyyyyying

GRANT?!

IT WAS!!! FUCCCCKK

GRANT SCREAMING NOOO

willy put those collars on the dads to make them wipe themselves and the other kids out 😭 fuck me i hate that man 😭😭😭

at least terry jrdoesn't seem to know it was Grant who got him??

also terry jr and grant were canonically pretty close - terry's the one grant thought he could talk to about his feelings of disassociation (during the convo with yeet), and after yeet rejected him and they got back to the other terry jr went over to ask if he was okay...

fuck me i'm so sad now 😭😭😭

#shaking crying throwing up :)#dungeons and daddies #spoilers

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comfylionsden · 2 years ago

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Tender Love || E.M X Reader

Pairing: Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader, Eddie Munson x Australian!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader

Rating: PG for now - Subject to change if I wanna write more

Summary: Reader has just moved to Hawkins from Australia. She was the local freak back down under but now that she’s been given a fresh chance to start over she’s gonna give it her best to try and fit in, but of course it all goes to hell and like moths to a flame you and Eddie are drawn to each other. (I suck at summaries sorry asdfghjkl;)

Warnings: Reader has really bad anxiety, low self esteem and mentions of depression. She is also a massive cry baby. Eddie has a thing for reader having teary eyes. Use of Y/N and also Chrissy is an angel and her and Y/N are gonna be best buddies!!! No Chrissy slander or hurt in this fic!!!!!

Word Count: 5.2k

AN: Hello! This is my first ever piece of written fiction! I have 0 background in writing but after having my Eddie playlist on repeat for the past few weeks my hands literally HAD to type this out or I’d simply DIE. No one proof read this so sorry for any mistakes I tried my hardest to comb them out! I hope you enjoy! I may possibly write another chapter in the future!

<3 Hope you enjoy!

Standing in the cool morning air, the sun peaking over the tree line stood a young girl in front of Hawkins High School. Her name was y/n. You were ripped up from your somewhat uncomfortable roots of Australia and moved across the globe for your fathers work at a newly opened hospital and research facility in Hawkins. The roots were uncomfortable because you were a known freak, a nerd and a geek. You love anime and comics, are a certified metal head, a bit of an artist type, and finally you LOVE dungeons and dragons.

The only saving grace while being the town freak was how you spent the past five or so years building up a small group of friends who loved the same things as you and accepted you for all your flaws and shortcomings. In fact as a parting gift, your party of heroes gave you a special dice set containing one die from everyone’s own favourite set to make a complete set for you. To say you bawled your eyes out at your going away party from this gesture would be an understatement.

Now here you are, starting all over again. You knew you were awkward, your anxiety was your biggest enemy and it made it so hard for you to socialize but you wanted to make this year as normal as possible. You wanted to make the most of this fresh start and you are gonna do your best to fit in.

You glanced down at your watch with an audible gulp. ‘7:46am… should be enough time to find home room before nine.’ You thought to yourself as you glanced back up to the school's front doors. “It is not the strength of the body but the strength of the spirit y/n…” you sighed out, taking your first step into her new life. ‘Tolkien give me strength’.

The halls were almost empty, gazing around you saw only a few people, those going to sports practice or clubs before class. The quiet and emptiness of it eased your nerves, crowds were another source of discomfort for your poor self. As you walked around aimlessly trying to take note of what class was where and where things were you passed a school notice board. There were flyers for upcoming school events, any recent news and clubs advertising for new members.

Under all the advertisements something caught your eye, a small piece of ratty paper with the words ‘Hellfire club’ scribbled on with a big drawing of a flail, some dice and a demon. It piqued your interest but it had no contact information on it so you just shrugged to yourself and continued on your path.

You passed by your home room around 3 times, investigating the quickest ways out of the school, to the bathrooms and to the cafeteria and figuring out any potential quiet spots. After about an hour of this you meandered back to your home room and slowly opened the door. As you looked in, the handful of students already at their desks peered up to you and just /stared/. This unnerved you and all you could do was let out a little squeak and a wave of your hand with a quiet “G‘ morning…” following after.

Your eyes instantly spotted the entire back row of the class was empty and you speed walked your way right there. You sat yourself down and sighed with relief. About five minutes before the bell a few jocks walked in with a few cheerleaders. You only caught the names of two: Chrissy and Jason.

You didn’t pay much mind to Jason, but you couldn’t help but focus on Chrissy. She was so pretty! You stared at her in complete adoration. You didn’t really have cheerleaders back in Australia so seeing one in person was an awesome experience. You could hear her giggle and talk with her friends, she seemed so lovely. You cursed yourself for having terrible social skills, horrid anxiety AND not the most top notch self esteem or you’d have half a mind to introduce yourself to her. But alas before that thought could spiral the bell rang and everyone took their seats. There was only one chair empty and it was to the left of you.

Your home room teacher Mrs Fitzgerald walked in, giving out good mornings casually and clearing her throat.

“Alright everybody, we have a very special lady joining us today—” oh god no.

“Her name is Y/N L/N and she is all the way from down under in Australia!” Please stop.

“Why don’t you come up here and introduce yourself Y/N matey and give us a G’Day!” Oh Jesus H Christ. This was literally your worst nightmare, a terrible Australian accent AND introducing yourself. You had a feeling it would happen but taking a seat at the back was your attempt to stop it dead in its tracks. Curse well organised teachers.

You pushed your chair out from under you, your stomach was turning as you slowly walked your way up past everyone not even DARING to look at a single person. When you reach the front of class you turn to see the sea of eyes looking at you like you were fresh meat. You were going to be SICK. You looked around and your eyes fell on someone and you strangely felt like this was gonna be the thing that saves you right now. Your eyes met Chrissy’s. She was staring up at you in awe, eyes wide as she rested her chin on her hands, leaning forward in her chair to listen keenly onto every word you said.

“Uh good mornin’ everyone… My name is Y/N but you can just call me Y/N/N if you’d like.” You kept eye contact with Chrissy the whole time and it was working. It was like she was a calming energy to your very anxious self and this was your attempt to just introduce yourself to her and not the rest of the class.

“I’m from a city called Melbourne, my dad is from New Zealand and I am half native New Zealander. I like art and I hope we can all get along.” There were some whispers among the crowd about your heritage, astonished since honestly some people don’t even know New Zealand had native people. You hated saying native but if you just said you were half Māori you doubted anyone would understand and you weren’t in the mood to explain while trying to introduce yourself and out yourself as a socially awkward freak IMMEDIATELY.

You have a slight bow and gauged by Chrissy's big beaming smile and her starting to clap and welcome you that you didn’t freak her out at least. Before you could scurry back to your seat, the class door swung up and under its archway stood a scruffy mop of a man, his hellfire shirt catching your eye as you remembered the paper on the notice board. The smell of smoke wafted to you and part of you couldn’t help but enjoy it, kind of reminded you of home, in the backyard during summer. His rings glinted in the light, jeans ripped and dirty reeboks and he just looked so… hot! He was exactly your type and you hated yourself for it! What kind of thoughts were these to be having about someone you’ve just seen! You didn’t need to wait for an introduction, Mrs Fitzgerald did it for him.

“Edward Munson, you are late! How do you expect to graduate this year when you can’t even make it to your home room on time!”

He paid no mind to Mrs Fitzgerald but was eyeing you off instead. This meek little lamb standing at the front of class. You had your hair tied back in a low pony, some black, baggy jumper clinging for dear life to your shoulders, some ripped up shorts that were just a little too short for his imagination and some ratty old red chucks. The thing that caught his attention most were your dewy eyes. You looked like you were going to break down at the slightest breeze and it made his heart beat a few beats quicker.

He needed to draw his attention away from you and turned to Mrs Fitzgerald and made some horns with his fingers and gaudy face at the teacher in question as he spun on his heel to saunter down to the last free desk. The one to your left. You were internally screaming, this day was already going off to a GREAT start (not). Now you had to be stuck next to the hottest guy in the school for all your home room classes. Once home room was done you sprung out of your chair and got the fuck out of there. Your tummy was hurting from the anxiety so bad, you just wanted to get away from the stud next to you before you died from nerves.

Just before you could make it to your next class, English, an already familiar face came into view…

“Hey Y/N! My names Chrissy!” She beamed at you as she stepped next to you and matched your walking speed. She noticed the small jump you did, when she just came out of what felt like NOWHERE to you.

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you! Are you heading to Mr Ray's English class?” She asked, with you immediately returning with a nod. You were way too shy to say anything and you could feel your face going red.

“Oh that’s perfect! I’m all alone in his class and I’m in need of an English friend so we can sit together!” She took the initiative to interlock your arms together, your face going from a soft pink to a bright red almost instantly, eyes darting from your arms to her smile. Her smile was gentle and Chrissy picked up that you were shy almost instantly. Anyone could honestly, you thought you had it under lock and key but if you could see yourself all you’d see is a shaking leaf.

During class all Chrissy and you did was talk really, asking one about the other, you opening up to Chrissy about your less mainstream interests and she accepting them with almost open arms. Chrissy was a bright beacon for your first day and you were grateful to have met someone as fun and as outgoing as her. After class, you both went separate ways for your next class but she said to come have lunch with her and her friends after! She was rearing to introduce you to Jason and the basketball team.

Chrissy meets you at your class before lunch, she is jumping up with excitement to introduce her new friend to her boyfriend. In English she was gushing about him ecstatically and you were hoping he was as nice as his wonderful girlfriend. You walk into the cafeteria with Chrissy hand in hand, she pointed and started to wave at Jason but your attention was drawn elsewhere. In the corner you saw him again, Edward Munson. He was sitting at the head of the table with a group of guys in the same ‘Hellfire club’ Shirt. Your gaze was so drawn to the mystery man you didn’t notice that it had caught the attention of Jason. It didn’t take a lot to see who you were looking at. “Why you staring at Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson new girl? Amazed someone could be that ugly?” He chuckled out which in turn earned a push on the arm from Chrissy. Your face was back to its stock standard red not only from the embarrassment at how obvious you were being but also something you hadn’t felt in a REALLY long time… Annoyance. Not like the kind where you have to wait for something longer than it should take but more like you hear a sound and that sound just annoys you. What Jason said was really annoying.

“Why do you call him a freak? He seems nice enough, kind cool honestly.” You ask him, taking your seat next to Chrissy. Jason doesn’t hesitate to unleash his grievances of the man known as Eddie Munson. He’s a freak, he’s into hard metal rock music, he plays Dungeons and Dragons which is a satanic cult game, he does drugs and smokes and drinks! He’s a complete menace to Hawkins society and Jason won’t stand for it! You glance over at Chrissy while Jason is on his high horse and see her slightly roll her eyes. Good to know she doesn’t agree with his raving and ranting.

“So do you see why I do what I do Y/N? He’s no good and if I were you I wouldn’t hang around him or his satanic cult!” Jason bellowed and you looked up at him, your bottom lip quivering ever so faintly. There was no fucking way he could know you were a massive geek cause from everything you just heard this guy and his friends hated people like Eddie and by the sounds of it he was your people. Chrissy was so nice and accepting when you admitted your love for comics and anime and dungeons and dragons, how could her boyfriend be so judgemental? Chrissy didn’t look at you but she gave your hand a comforting squeeze. Despite how bubbly and almost ditzy her personality came across you could already tell she was extremely empathetic and that was exactly what you needed right now. Usually Eddie would have chimed in by now at Jason's bitchin’ about him but he was focused way too hard on you. He was hyper fixated from across the cafeteria on the smallest things about you right now that made him seethe but also made him weak at the knees. Your once again wet eyes, the soft bounce of your thigh against the seat and that little shake in your bottom lip. You seemed anxious and upset and it was making him mald. Since he first laid eyes on you this morning you’d be sitting in Eddie's mind all pretty and darling like you were this morning next to him.

He saw the way your gaze had lingered when you’d look at him and how you’d snuck quite the handful of stares at him in home room. Dustin yelled his name for the fifth time in a row trying to pry his attention away from you and back to the conversation. Eddie flung a pretzel square in his face. “SHUDDUP- I’m listening shuddup.” He yelled back to Dustin, joining back into discussions about the club this afternoon but his eyes never really left you, watching you almost protectively. You followed along with Chrissy, Jason and their friends all day. You felt like you stuck out like a sore thumb, no uniform like them, definitely not sporty and you thought of yourself akin to an ugly duckling compared to their good looks. You thought you’d survived the day, listening to Chrissy and Jason chat next to your locker with a few others on the basketball team. Chrissy wasn’t cheering this afternoon and invited you to watch the boys train. You’d agreed, your dad wouldn’t be home tonight so no one was expecting you anytime soon. All seemed to be going well when you pulled your art binder out of your locker. A whole stack of art you hadn’t secured in the binder fell out all over the floor. Art from all your Dungeons and Dragons sessions that you had drawn. Bloodied battle scenes, cultish depictions, your tiefling ranger praying at an altar to her deity. The blood left your face, you were as pale as a sheet as Jason quickly leaned down to pick up the art, at first complimenting it but at second glance he stared a bit hard, squinting at it almost like he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Chrissy chimed in, exclaiming how good it is and how creative you are! All the love and support from this cheerleading angel couldn’t quell the dread that washed over you as Jason looked up to you from your art and quietly asked you “Y/N… What is all this?” Chrissy instantly jumped into action telling Jason to drop it and to give you the art back. That it wasn’t a big deal and that you were new and he should be nice to you! Your eyes grew to the size of plates as a few other members of the basketball team gathered to look at the art. Cringe, disgust, fear all on each face. Everything was going so well, sure you had a rocky start but Chrissy's company made it easier! Panic began to set in, what if Chrissy didn’t want to be seen around you after this? What would others say about you? You just wanted to fit in and not be judged! You just wanted to have a normal first day!

Before you know it one of Jason's friends makes comment about how “It makes sense she’d be a freak, her accent is so fucking weird she sounds like some backwater hick…” and then another pipes up with a “She said she was a native to New Zealand? I bet they do some really freaky stuff dude…” Chrissy's yells for them to stop it fell on deaf ears; both theirs and yours. You just wanted a void portal to open up and swallow you whole right now but that wasn’t going to happen so you did the only thing you knew. You ran. You ripped your art from Jason's hands and grabbed the paper up from the ground. The paper became wrinkled and ripped and the graphite became smudge but right now you didn’t care. You just wanted to get the fuck out of there. Of course, at the end of the day the halls were crowded and it felt like every single eye was on you, judging and admonishing you for your likes. Your chest began to get tighter and your sight became blurry from the hot tears threatening to FINALLY spill. Your legs threatened to give way at any moment as you pushed your way through people in the halls and so to protect yourself from any further embarrassment you opened the first door with the lights out. Surely there would be no one there, clubs would need lights and you would have a quiet and dark place to cry alone until it was less crowded and you could slink home.

You slammed the door closed behind you and you could finally hear your own heartbeat and your breathing. It was uneven and heavy, like your lungs had been drowning this entire time. You wiped your tears off your cheeks and slid down the door, landing on your butt with a soft thud. You threw your head back against the door to try and help clear your eyes and help you breathe a little better . “Ehem-” Just when you thought nothing could get worse, you bring your head back and see the entire Hellfire Club staring at you, including the LAST person you wanted to see, Eddie. From the point of view of Hellfire, you looked like a deer that had just been hit by a car and was about to be hit by ANOTHER car with how you were looking at them all. Without saying a word, you slowly start to stand up against the door, not breaking eye contact and feeling around for the door handle but before you can spin around and flee once you feel the cold metal of the handle Eddie is next to you. He pulls you to his side and swings open the door, but doesn't let you leave. He’s got a tight grip on your forearm and he uses his free hand to wave the group out announcing “Alright boys, play times over get out.”

Dustin sprung up from his chair about to ask why the fuck they were canning Hellfire over a girl but when Eddie heard the squeak of the chair he craned his head to give Dustin a very stern ‘Do-not-push-it-kid’ Look. Gareth came up behind him and Mike and started ushering them out along with everyone. Members in Hellfire knew after long enough when Eddie said to get out you got OUT.

Once the last party member left Eddie closed the door behind him. You couldn’t even look at Eddie, you could feel his gaze on you and you couldn’t help but let more tears flow freely. “Hold my hand, count to ten and breathe in. You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack at this rate.” He whispered gently to you, holding out his silver clad fingers.

Hesitantly, your shaking hands reached out for his. The second your fingers touched his palms, Eddie engulfed your hands with his. With a soft ‘Ready?’ you nod and he begins doing deep breathes in and out, you following and trying to match his pace despite how shaky and uneven you were. You kept going until he could feel your hands shaking less. You gave Eddie a very small nod and let go of his hands. He lingered for a moment, feeling your hands let go of his but he didn’t want to let go. Once he did let go, you both stood looking at each other and it took less than thirty seconds for you to once again break down again, this time full blown sobs and weeps leaving you. You fell to your knees once again. “God today fucking sucks!” You cried out between hiccups.

Your eyes were closed, you could feel them becoming red and puffy from just how much hard you had been crying this afternoon. You felt like you were gonna pass out but before that could come to fruition, Eddie had knelt down beside you and pulled you into his chest with a warm, tight embrace. His bleeding heart ached for the new girl. Your need for a hug and affection outweighed the awkwardness and shock of being hugged by this stranger. You clung onto his vest and it just pulled at his heart strings more. Those assholes seriously couldn’t wait for the new girl to get settled before tormenting her?

Once your weeps turned to whimpers, and you had cried a puddle into Eddie's shirt, you sat there wondering how to pierce the silence between you two. You peered over Eddie's shoulder and found something you could carry a conversation about. "What campaign are you guys playing?”

Eddie’s head spun at the question and yanked her off him to look her over with a face of bewilderment. “Excuse me?” His eyes were nearly popping out of his skull, his grip on your shoulders tight and slightly painful. The switch that flipped him from gentle to surprised over such a simple question was quite sobering for your anxiety.

“Your campaign?” You stared back, a little confused at his own confused reaction. She pointed to the DM screen and books and then it dawned on her what she interrupted with her panic attack— “ohmygod I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize anyone was in here, I feel like such an ass GOD” you blurted out in a single breath. You held your head in your hands in utter defeat. “God could today get ANY worse?”

Eddie just stared down at her, his brain still processing that this new mystery girl knew what dungeons and dragons was. “You know what all this is?” He gestured to the table with character sheets, dice and books scattered around. He wasn’t not expecting to get the answer he got.

“Know it? Dude I PLAY it! This was the saving grace in Australia! Which is why I feel like such an ass! You dismissed the party because of me bursting into the first dark room I saw! I’m such a stupid idiot I’m so sorry—”

“Hey hey slow down there—“ Eddie pulled you closer to him again and rubbed your shoulders. “You aren’t a stupid idiot, don’t say that about yourself. Those little assholes can deal with an early finish for today. What kind of adventurer would I be if I didn’t prioritize a damsel in distress!”

You actually laughed for the first time since your dad told you they were moving to Indiana fucking HAWKINS. For the past few months all these changes did nothing for your mental health and you’d found it hard to find any peace. Today was an emotional rollercoaster of anxiety, relaxation, fear, annoyance, paranoia and now joy? “Mate I’m not some kind of princess, I’m a tiefling ranger.” You laughed out.

Eddie had to bite his tongue, wanting to blurt out how you actually were a princess. For every glance you gave him today, he gave it back to you when you weren't looking. All day he wanted to say something, he felt something was off when you sat with Chrissy at lunch. Sure Chrissy was an angel but he knew Jason was an ass to say the least and despite how well you thought you hid it, you looked one light breeze away from having a meltdown every time Eddie saw you.

You couldn’t tell from outward appearances but you’d be a great addition to hellfire and he feels like such an idiot for not approaching you sooner during the day especially after he caught you eyeing off the hellfire club note on the notice board!

There was an awkward silence for a moment. ‘How much worse can this day get, just go for it’ you thought while rummaging in your book bag, pulling out the black binder “Wanna see my tiefling?” Eddie just nods at the question and she flips through it, grimacing at the torn, crumpled, smudged and ripped pages from your quick getaway but thankfully your tiefling ranger escaped harm's way. You held the binder out to him, waiting for the very casual “Oh cool” remark like you usually get from others when they’d look at your art but instead Eddie gave quite the reaction.

Eddie grabbed the book from you and stared at the picture in awe. It was beautifully shaded and her character was gorgeous (just like yourself, Eddie thought) . It was honestly brilliant and Eddie didn’t hold back “YOU DREW THIS?” You giggled and nodded, cheeks tinged red at his amazement. “This is… this is AMAZING!! You have to come back when we have a full house here and show everyone this and anything else you’ve got! They’ll go insane for it!” You just kept giggling out of embarrassment and some coyness, mumbling little ‘Oh stop it!’ Between your laughs.

Eddie handed back your binder and asked “Think you’d be interested in picking d&d back up?” You nodded so hard your neck would snap with just a bit more force. “God yes, only if you have room of course!” Eddie smirked and nudged at your arm. “For you? I’ll make an exception.” He winked at you before loudly announcing “ Welcome to hellfire club sweetheart! Consider today fate! —“ he said, jumping to his feet in an explosive gesture, holding his hands out to her. “And consider this room your sanctuary! You are always welcome to escape here and your band of merry adventures will beat the shit out of anyone who tries to breach our doors!”

You reached for Eddie’s hand, laughing loudly along with Eddie at his protective declaration to her. Looking down at you in the moment, Eddie’s heart quickened once again, holding the soft hand of a blushing girl with dewy cheeks and eyes who was giggling because of him and not at him! In that same instance, you gazed up into his warm brown eyes and big grin, his warm hand encompassing her own and the pet name “sweetheart” lingering in your ears. If you could you would live in this moment forever. In one swift movement the moment ended as Eddie hoisted you up from the floor back to your feet.

“Want me to drive you home?” He glanced down at his watch to check the time. Before you could hum and uhh at his offer he said “Consider it a part of my duties to my sad little ranger~ Can't have you wandering these strange lands after such a distressing day huh?” You couldn’t help but giggle more at the scary looking metal head being a total goofball. God did he know how to tickle her funny bone and oh god did your giggle sound like a beautiful song to him.

“You’re not trying to stalk me are you?” You asked, giving him a smirk with some side eye. Eddie couldn’t believe his ears. He grabbed his chest like he had been shot and staggered back “NEVER! I am if nothing but a gentleman! You wound me sweetheart!” There it was again. That delicious pet name. Goddamnit.

On the walk to his van and ride to her house, they asked each a plethora of questions, their favourite bands, Eddie’s other hobbies including music, his band and his side hustle. Eddie learned you love nature and hikes, the beach and you want to be an artist as a career.

As you both pull up to your house, you muster up the courage to tell him something more intimate. “Thanks for everything this afternoon Eddie. For comforting me, inviting me to hellfire and just… being kind. Today started off so bad and since I found out I was moving here I’ve been struggling a lot. I felt like at any minute my life is just gonna collapse in on itself—“ you rambled whole making all these gestures. Talking about it seemed to help you and Eddie was nothing but keen to help you.

“—and I’ve felt like I’ve been up shit creek without a paddle and you were my life line this arvo.” Without warning you leaned over his centre console and hugged him with all your strength. You whispered a meek thank you to Eddie and when you pulled back you once again had Eddie’s heart in a death lock.

Dewy eyes and bright red cheeks and quivering bottom lip as you tried so hard to hold back from bawling at the man’s kindness. Words couldn’t express how thankful you were Eddie saved your first day from being a complete disaster.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” You jumped out of his car with a smile and ran to your front door, turning around and giving him a big sincere wave. God damnit he was down bad and there was nothing he could do to stop.

You ran STRAIGHT up to your room, locking the door and screaming into your pillow. You just spilled her entire GUTS to someone she literally just met today! What a first impression. You were nervously awaiting tomorrow to be told “you’re too much of a cry baby for hellfire so you are out” from Eddie but little did you know Eddie SPED out of your driveway so he could flop in his own bed as he mindlessly strummed at his guitar, thinking about how fate blessed him with you today.

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