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jhdyuiee · 1 year ago

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Moth to a Flame

☾ pairing: bf!doyoung x gf!y/n x fwb!jaehyun

☾ warnings/tags: cheating (pls dont read if this is a sensitive topic!!), y/n is cheating on doyoung w/ jaehyun, smut!, angst, unprotected & protected sex, (semi) public sex (locker room sex), multiple sex scenes, spanking, explicit content, cursing, drinking, fluff, degrading, name calling (whore, slut, baby, darling, & good girl), possessive jaehyun, whole fucked up shit!!, cliffhanger

☾ wc: 11.4k

☾ a.n: hi! jiji back! im back with another fic, this fic came to my mind when i was hearing “Moth to A Flame” by the weekend & wanted to incorporate it with jaehyun & some other member, member being doyoung :0 . this one is quite the ride, & honestly i’ve never written anything like this before, my first lengthy smut too! the ending is probably my favorite, it ends with a cliffhanger, per say. though i do advice u not to read bcs this does deal with cheating!!! at last, i hope u all enjoy it && give it lots of love, but if not then i’ll see u next time!! i love u all & ill be back for more, jiji out 🤍

Prologue.

Life was perfect. I had it all. All.

But then he appeared. He who flipped my world upside down. He who I desired, craved… and wanted.

He pulled me in. Like a moth to a flame.

By the time I realized the things we did, the chaos that unfolded, it was far too late. My perfect life was tainted, dirty, filthy, broken.

April 04.

I was sitting by the window, watching the rain drops fall against the pavement. It’d been quite rainy lately, the dark sky covering the once so blue sky.

“Alright class!” yelled out the professor. “Before I start I wanted to introduce to you our new student,” he said, gesturing to the individual standing next to him.

“Jeong Jaehyun,” the individual said, bowing. “Nice to meet you all.”

He stood tall, his soft dark brown hair covering his forehead. Pale skin, soft as a peach. Eyes that shone bright, reminding me of chocolate, so sweet, so tempting.

I was caught off guard when his eyes met mine, feeling my face heat up. I turned away, my eyes back to the window and rain.

“You can sit behind Y/N,” said the professor.

He made his way behind me, sitting down. The class continued, Mr. Park talking about this new book we’re said to read about. He rambled on and on about how great it was.

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Classes were finally over and I made my way outside the campus. I heard my name being shouted, I looked towards the direction of the voice. I came eye to eye with a male, otherwise known as my boyfriend, Kim Doyoung.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, as he pecked my cheek, holding my waist.

“Came to pick you up,” he said, staring at me with lust.

“Oh yeah? Are you sure you don’t got other motives?” I raised an eyebrow.

He chuckled, leaning to my ear, “I don’t… or do I?”

I softly hit his shoulder. “You freak!” He laughs, as he tightens his grip on my waist. “I just missed you Y/N,” he says softly.

“I missed you too Doyo.” His hand caressed my cheek and his head leaned into me more, Doyoung’s lips pressed against mine. He kissed me deeply, I was so into it that it didn’t cross my mind that we we're still near my school campus.

“Mmm, Do-Doyoung we can’t be doing this right now…” I tried explaining. He sighs, taking his lips off mine, “Fine, we’ll continue this at my place then,” he smirks as he guides me to the passenger seat of his car. We drove off to his place and oh did we have a wonderful night…

Jaehyun.

Transfering was far from an easy process, but hey at least I made it. I’d arrive at the class listed on my roaster, walking in when the professor opened the door for me. I’d explained everything to him, well in a short summary.

Next thing I knew I was being introduced to the whole class. Girls whispering to girls next to them, guys looking with their eyebrows raised, but one particularly drew my attention. Her. The one sitting by the window— I don’t think she’s even noticed my presence, ‘heck has she even looked my way?’ I thought, but then I saw as her eyes met mine. Her face surprised and turning a shade of pink. I softly chuckled at her reaction, ‘cute,’ I thought.

“You can sit behind Y/N,” said the professor. What is this? Luck? Fate? Destiny? Well whatever it was, it must’ve meant something right?

That was what I thought, but when classes were over I went outside—ready to go—but then I saw her, Y/N, in the hands of another. He leaned against his car, his arms wrapping around her waist and then he leaned in kissing her so passionately. My eyes lingered for a little longer until I felt someone touch my shoulder. I turned around, a figure standing behind me.

“Hey! You’re Jaehyun the new student right?” asked the male.

“Yeah…” “-Great! I’m Mark, Mark Lee and I was wondering if you wanted to join the basketball team?”

Huh? Basketball team? It hasn’t been one day since I’ve arrived and now I’m being recruited to join the Basketball team. Honestly, I haven’t thought about joining any sports or clubs yet, but hey might as well give it a try.

“Sure, I’ll give it a try,” I told Mark.

“Great! You can come over today to watch us play and I’ll tell the coach about you as well,” Mark explained. I gave him a nod and he informed me to meet him outside the school gym at around 3:30. With around an hour and a half left to spear I headed towards the cafe across the street. Y/N and her boyfriend were gone by then, must’ve slipped away while I talked with Mark.

I attended their practice, they were a pretty good ass team and I talked with the coach along with Mark. All in all, I was in the team now— luckily I was well acquainted with the basics of basketball so it should be a breeze.

I was leaving the gym when Mark came up beside me, “Hey! Jaehyun! I was wondering if you wanted to attend the party I’m throwing this weekend night?”

“Really?” I asked. “Yeah, I only invite the teammates and a couple other friends, so I’d figure why not invite you too.”

I thought about it for a while, “Sure, I’ll be there.”

“Awesome man, well I’ll send you the deets later I gotta go,” he said before he left sprinting.

‘A party, huh. Would Y/N be there?’ I whispered into the cool breeze that passed me.

The week went by and it was now the weekend. Yesterday Rei informed me about the party Mark was throwing today. I rarely attended those types of things since I got with Doyoung, but for some odd reason I wanted to go today. So I told Doyoung about it and he said to inform him in case I needed a ride back home.

Thus, here I am getting ready for Mark’s party. Mark’s parties though were no average get together, it was drinking, smoking, and sex. You were either doing one or the other, fuck probably all three. Today though I’ll probably just stick to the first.

I put on a white mini dress and some black 3 inch heels. My phone rang as I was putting on some earrings; it was Rei, “Hey, Y/N you ready yet darling.” Her voice, sounding cheeky.

“Yeah, you downstairs already?”

“Yep, in the parking lot.”

“Alright, I’ll be out in a sec,” I said. I quickly took one last glance in my mirror, slightly shocked at the sight. It’d really been a long time since I’ve dressed up. I made my way downstairs and into Rei’s black car. Luckily, Mark’s home wasn’t so far, 5 minute drive.

“Holy shit,” I said. Me and Rei looked out my side of the window. They’re were far more people than I expected. “Looks like someone’s finally become popular,” Rei said. We got out of the car, making our way inside. People had already begun drinking, smoking, and PDA everywhere. We stopped in the middle, trying to locate Mark when we heard a voice calling our names.

“Y/N! Rei!” Speak of the devil. Mark was calling us from the kitchen. When we made our way to the kitchen I noticed the swarm of boys around the kitchen counter, it was all of Mark’s little basketball boys. I could care less about them, I already knew all of them, but one caught my attention. Jaehyun.

‘What’s he doing here?’ In the week that he’s been here I have yet to speak to the guy, but I have to admit I have stolen glances here and there. Something about him was so captivating, so alluring. I tried shaking it off, after all I had Doyoung.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t Y/N Kang,” said Jungwoo. I rolled my eyes saying, “Nice seeing you too Jungwoo.” I grabbed a cup from the counter, feeling a pair of eyes lingering on me. There was no denying who those eyes belonged to. I took a sip, the alcohol burning down my throat. The sensation was still nice though.

Rei was caught up talking with Mark, Johnny, and Yuta while I just leaned against the counter, soaking in the alcohol. I was nearly done with my first cup when a voice speak up.

“Hey,” said the voice shyly.

I looked up, coming face to face with Jaehyun. ‘What is this?’ “Hi?” I questioned.

“Y-You’re Y/N right?” he asked.

I softly giggled, “Yeah, unless you know someone else named Y/N?”

I looked at him intently, noticing how his ears turned red. “Sorry, dumb right?” he said.

He was cute, like a shy cat. “No, no it’s fine I mean this is the first time we’ve ever spoken so it’s you know.” Who knew our first conversation would be this awkward. I felt shy around Jaehyun, was that weird? “So how are you enjoying it so far,” I tried changing the subject.

“School wise it’s alright, party wise I'm still sober,” he chuckled. I never got to notice the dimples on his cheeks, he’s even cuter now. ‘Wait what? Cute? Jaehyun? Snap out of it Y/N!’

“That’s nice, I’m glad you seem to be enjoying it,” I responded. We talked on and on, who knew me and Jaehyun would strike it up so fast. We have many likes as much as we had dislikes. I even got to admit the man had a sense of humor.

“Wanna go sit down? Those heels must be killing you,” Jaehyun asked, making our way to the—fortunately—unoccupied coach. I had already taken 3 cups of alcohol, with a somewhat drunk but sober mind.

I turned around to face Jaehyun a bit better, our faces inches away from one another. He didn’t look much different from up close, in fact he was perfect. It must’ve been the alcohol because ain’t no way I’d ever do this with a sober mind— I lifted my hand to his cheek, he slightly flinched. “Y/N?” he asked. “Hmm? What is it Jaehyun,” I said softly. We locked eyes, I felt it in the way he looked at me, eyes with lust, desire, want.

“You’re really handsome Jae,” I said, bringing my hand down to his nape.

“And you’re really beautiful Y/N,” he said, leaning in closer. ‘This was wrong,’ a voice inside me told me. No, I knew. This was all a mistake. I have a boyfriend, I have Doyoung.

But it was too late… my lips pressed against Jaehyun’s. The kiss started off as something slow, delicate but then it was more passionate, deep. It was different from when Doyoung… Oh right, Doyoung he’s my—I pushed my lips off his, horror in my eyes. I got up from my seat, “So-Sorry, I uhm… this was a mistake, that was a mistake.” We looked at each other, eyes still filled with want. But no this was wrong and we both knew it.

“Please just forget what just happened, please Jaehyun,” I pleaded with him. In which he gave me a nod and I just said “Goodbye Jaehyun,” before storming off into the crowd. I didn’t even bother looking back, I couldn’t bring myself to. What had I just done? How can I be so stupid and let alcohol take over my mind, my body, my self…

I met up with Rei, she was now chatting with Haechan and whispered to her, “I don’t feel so well.” She looked at me with concern, “What? What’s wrong?”

“I feel nauseous and a bit dizzy,” I lied, I just wanted to get out of there. She rested her hand on my shoulder, before nodding and we bid the boys goodbye, all except one, Jaehyun.

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Luckily the party was on a weekend which meant I wouldn’t have to face Jaehyun the next day in class. After the incident, I replayed the moment in my head over and over, trying to analyze ‘why?’ I even found myself gazing my hand over my lips before I fell asleep. I hadn't told Doyoung, I was scared to. All I did was text him that I’d gotten home safe and then he bid me a good night.

Now that the weekend was over I had to come back to reality. I didn’t know how I was going to act around Jaehyun, truthfully I’d hoped he’d actually forgotten all about it, but I doubt that he would.

Thankfully the class was normal, me and Jaehyun not even uttering a word to one another, well mostly due to me since I’d tried avoiding looking behind me. My dreams were soon shattered though. That fucking professor just had to assign us a project, YES A PROJECT in PAIRS! As if things couldn’t get any worse he’d paired me and Jaehyun up. Is the world against me?!

I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around bracing myself. Jaehyun looked at me cautiously, “So I guess we’re stuck together.”

“Seems so Jeong,” I said, sighing. He was going to say something before the professor spoke up again, “Remember class I want you two pairs to work efficiently and collaboratively, as well as making sure it’s turned in on time in a month from now. I do believe I’m giving you enough time.”

Our assignment: going to Dream Art Museum and observing 5 pieces of work, writing and analyzing each one. Oh and can’t forget the photography portion of the project, it seemed easy, but with Jaehyun it’d probably be far from it. I was scared for what this whole month would hold for us.

Once the bell rang, I quickly grabbed my things, stuffing them into my bag. “So,” his voice hesitated. “How do you wanna do this?” I looked up at Jaehyun, he looked like a little kid asking his mom to let him out to play. “Look Jaehyun, just act normal around me, I won't bite.” He nodded.

“We can get each other’s numbers, if that’s fine since I don’t really have the time right now,” I explained. Never in a million years did I expect to get the number of someone I accidentally kissed in just a few days since his arrival. He took out his phone and we exchanged numbers. “I’ll text you the details later, my boyfriend’s waiting for me outside.”

“Sounds good,” he says. I walk past him and when I grip my hand on the doorknob he says, “Thank you Y/N.” I don’t even turn back, I leave. ‘Thank you? For what?’

I made my outside, Doyoung in the same spot as last time. He looks up from his phone, smiling widely. I pick up my pace and go into his warm embrace. Doyoung was who I needed. Not Jaehyun or anyone else.

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Doyoung took me to our favorite restaurant, an Italian restaurant. I order my regular chicken alfredo with some garlic bread. 2 words: fucking delicious.

“How was the party?” Doyoung asked. I nearly choked on my pasta. I hope I looked composed, “Good, I mean it’s the same old thing, drinking, smoking, and people having sex everywhere you go.”

He chuckled and continued asking me more. Conversing with Doyoung was also so nice, so comforting. I loved how warm Doyoung was. “Oh! and you won’t believe what my professor said today,” I had yet to tell Doyoung. He quirked an eyebrow up. “He assigned us a project in pairs! Worst part of all I got assigned with the new kid,” I said.

“Jaehyun?” Doyoung said, my heart nearly stopping. ‘How does he know Jaehyun?’ He must’ve noticed the confusion on my face because he then added, “Jungwoo told me.” I let out a sigh of relief, only noticeable to me, thank god for Jungwoo.

“You still talk to the guy?” I said. Doyoung chuckled a bit, “Unfortunately so.”

The rest of the dinner went by smoothly, we had some wine too and by the end of the night I ended up on Doyoung’s bed, naked of course.

April 11.

The next day I woke up, still sore from last night’s activities with Doyoung. He can be gentle, but so rough sometimes. Nevertheless I enjoyed sex with Doyoung.

I grabbed clothes from his closet, thankfully he let me keep some here, and quickly changed into them. Afterall I still had class today, although I missed the first two periods I’d still make it in time for third. I was putting on my shirt when Doyoung spoke up, “Why don’t you just stay here?” His morning voice evident. “I would love to, but I got a project remember.” He sighed and put on his sweats. Doyoung walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

You always smell so good,” he says. I giggle, “That’s not gonna let you sneak in a quickie.” He rests his head on my shoulder, arms still around my waist. It’s like he doesn’t want to let go, doesn’t want me to go. God how I love this man— but then it hit me, the events of 2 days ago. Guilt rushed over me. “I gotta go Doyo,” I say softly. He finally lets me go and I face him. “I’ll come pick you up later.”

“Okay,” I say, giving him a smile and a kiss.

I left Doyoung’s apartment and headed off to campus. I'd arrived just in time for third period, thank god. My classes continued as normal, until it was finally time for that class. I was dreading it, mainly because I'd forgotten to message Jaehyun about the project. “Hey,” his voice crept up behind me. I turned around, “Hi, sorry I couldn’t reach out last night.” He looked at me giving me a smile, a sad smile.

“It’s alright, how weren’t things with your boyfriend?” he asked. I blinked in confusion, ‘why did he care?’ “Good, we ate and went back to his apartment, but I ended up arriving late today,” I chuckled at the end. He gave me a nod, this was awkward. At least, for me it was. Talking about my boyfriend to a guy whose lips I kissed. We stayed in silence until he spoke up, “Mind if we sit together?” I didn’t answer, just giving him a nod as we made our way to where I usually sit; Jaehyun sitting beside me.

“So…” he continued, “how do you want to do the project?” I thought about it for a while, “We can go to the museum over the weekend if that’s alright with you,” I said. “No, no that’s alright with me, I can come pick you up if you want.” I guess I have no other choice but to accept his offer, “Sure,” I said. His mood seemed to slightly shift; appearing more relaxed and happy.

The class went by and I left with Jaehyun by my side, after all we still needed to discuss the details on this “project.” I was so concentrated into the conversation that I failed to notice Doyoung calling me.

“Y/N!” I heard him shout. Me and Jaehyun both looked at him. Doyoung’s eyes traveled from me to him. Ah, “Jaehyun this is my boyfriend, Doyoung. Doyoung this is Jaehyun, my project partner.” They gave a nod to one another, the vibes were weird, ‘am I imagining things?’

“I came to pick you up,” Doyoung spoke up. “I guess that’s my cue,” Jaehyun said softly. Before Jaehyun could leave I grabbed his shirt, he turned around confused. “Ah, sorry I just wanted to say to tell me if anything comes up,” I say, shyness in my voice. He gives me a slight smile and I let go of his shirt, “Alright, Y/N, see you tomorrow,” he says, walking off in the distance. I turned back to Doyoung who just stood there, waiting for me.

“Ready?” I nodded as I walked to the passenger side of his car. Luckily, Doyoung wasn’t the jealous type, but sometimes I wish he was.

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The weekend passed by and it was finally Saturday. Saturday as in my trip to the Dream Art Museum with Jaehyun. I waited for a message from him, indicating he was here. He arrived around noon like we’d agreed to the night before. He pulled up in his black car, it looked luxurious. I still have yet to find out more about Jeong Jaehyun.

Unfortunately to say the least, the museum was packed, packed. But then fortunately we decided on our 5 art pieces of work in no time. Jaehyun had brought along his camera for the photography portion of the project. I was starting to regret everything I said, working with Jaehyun was really easy work. We left around 3, and we decided to go to a local restaurant slash cafe. I was famished, I was surviving off a yogurt and some fruit. I ordered a delicious looking sandwich and some coffee. Jaehyun got the same thing, but ordered two slices of strawberry shortcake. “One for you,” he said, passing it to me. I muttered a small, “Thank you.” We ate, enjoying each other’s presence. It was comfortable.

It was beginning to darken, by the time I realized it. Me and Jaehyun chatted for quite a while, we got to know one another a little bit more. He was an interesting person to say the least, moving here when he was 5 from South Korea.

“It’s getting dark, huh,” he said. “Yeah.”

“I guess I should drop you back off then,” he smiled.

“You’re dimples are very cute Jaehyun,” I said out loud. Shit.

He just stared at me, he was at a loss for words. “Th-Thank you?” he said, sounding more like a question.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to offend you or make you uncomfortable.” He shook his head, “No, no I just didn’t know what to say, no one’s really said anything like that. Well besides my mother,” he chuckled. I laughed, he was cute sometimes. Moments like this made me forget my life, my reality. It felt like we were the only two people on this planet.

Jaehyun.

I got Y/N safely back home, thankfully. Earlier when she complimented my dimples I was at a loss for words. My heart stopped beating for a moment. There was no denying it, I was in love with her. Everything about her.

Her smile, her laugh, her voice, her body, her face, her personality, her everything. I wanted her selfishly to myself, but I knew that was impossible because I saw the way she’d light up talking about Doyoung. There was never going to be room for me in her heart. But nevertheless I still wanted her. I wanted to feel her lips against mine again and possibly something even more.

April 28.

Over the past two weeks since the project started me and Jaehyun grew closer. No more awkward energy, although there was one slight problem. There was something growing within me, something unexplainable.

I wanted him. I wanted Jaehyun, but I just didn’t know that yet.

Today I was set to go to Jaehyun’s after school, we agreed on putting our presentation together and since he has a printer it was more convenient going over to his place. We pulled up into a fancy looking apartment complex. “You never told me you were a rich boy,” I teased him. “You never asked,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. He opened the door and came around to open mine as well. “Thank you Jeong,” I said, stepping out. I waited for him, after all I had no idea where I was going.

When we made it to his apartment it was very clean and neat for some guy living by himself. They’re was rarely any color, but I liked it, it felt comfortable.

“Make yourself at home,” he says. “Will do!” I walked to his living room, sitting down on the—very comfortable—couch. “Drinks?” he asked. “Water will do,” I replied.

He came back with two waters and we started working a while later. I checked my phone and it was already 7 p.m, time sure passed by quickly. “It’s getting late, I should leave soon,” I say, trying to get up when he grabbed my wrist. I looked at him, he was staring at me. “You can stay over,” he says, nonchalantly. I laughed, “You're joking, right?”

“No.” Oh he was serious. Me sleeping over at Jaehyun’s? This was a bad idea, every part of me knew, but I accepted it. “Okay,” I mumbled. His eyes widened a bit, I guess he didn’t expect me to actually accept his invitation, trust me neither did I.

“Can I use your shower?” I asked. “What? Oh yeah, yeah that’s fine.” He guided me through his bedroom into the bathroom. He gave me a pair of his sweatpants and a shirt, even a pair of his newly bought boxers. I showered and slipped into his clothes. I exited, and found him still outside in the living room. “Done?” He asked, looking up at me. I nodded. “I guess I’ll go shower too,” he said, disappearing into his room, coming out shortly after.

“Want me to dry your hair?” He asked. “Sure,” I said. settling on my knees while he sat on the couch. His touch was comforting, and I was getting offly turned on. ‘No, no, no.’

“All done,” he said. I turned my body, looking up at him from the floor. I was going to regret this, I knew, but I still did it.

I propped myself on his lap, my legs on each side of his. His eyes from that night, coming back. Eyes filled with want, lust, and desire.

I cupped his face, leaning in. I kissed him again. The kiss was deep, filled with so much desire. I could feel it in the way we kissed, we both wanted each other.

I moaned when he bit my bottom lip and pulled away. He looked at me, “Are you sure?” he said, when I tugged at his shirt. This was bad, we both knew what would happen, but I didn’t care, my logic, my reasoning were knocked out of me. It was just screaming his name, Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyun.

“Yes, please Jaehyun.”

He smashed his lips back to mine and I started grinding down on him. I felt his erection pressing against me, it was all too good. His hands traveling to my ass, groping it, causing moans to slip out. His fingers began teasing my clothed cunt. “As much as I love seeing you wearing my clothes, I want to see how beautiful you are, baby.”

Baby, he said it so affectionately, I loved it. I complied, taking off his shirt, he groaned when he saw my tits. Palming one of them. “So beautiful,” he said as he took one into his mouth. Flicking my nipple with his tongue and then sucking on it, while he kneaded the other one.

I was squirming under his touch, my pussy aching. He moved to my other nipple, doing the same, but bit down on this one slightly. “Ahn- Jae-Jaehyun!” I screamed, not because it hurt but because it felt too good. His lips then traveled to my collarbone and jaw, placing kisses all over, and sucking on my skin.

“Ja-Jaehyun,” I said, breathlessly. “What is it, baby?” I grabbed his hand, guiding it to my pussy. “Please touch me down here,” I whispered into his ear. He groaned and I swear I felt his cock twitch against me.

“Take those sweats off then,” he smirked. Getting off him and shimming out of his sweatpants. I saw as his eyes widened, “No underwear? Didn’t wanna wear those boxers?” He grabbed me by my hips, sitting me back on his lap, my back facing him now.

He opens my legs, traveling his hand down to my sopping wet pussy. “Fuck Y/N, are you always this wet? I haven’t even properly touched you yet, yet you’re dripping wet like some whore,” he whispered into my ear.

I moaned when I felt his fingers pass my clit and then tease my folds. He slips in one finger, pushing it inside, “You’re even so tight,” he chuckled. My hips started moving, wanting his finger to go faster, deeper. I heard him let out another chuckle, before he slipped another finger inside. I moaned louder, arching my back as his fingers picked up their pace, reaching me even deeper. I was close, I clenched around his fingers and he must’ve known as well because he slipped his fingers out. I pleaded with him, squirming in his lap.

I saw as he brought his fingers to his mouth, moaning in delight. “You taste so good, baby.” He then grabbed me, holding me in arms as he made our way to his bedroom. He plopped me on his bed. The bed, dipping when he got on.

“Open your legs baby, let me see that pretty pussy of yours.” I opened my legs as wide as they could go, and he finally got down. His eyes locked with mine as he licked a strip up my pussy. He repeated the action and I gripped on his hair. Curses erupted from my mouth. I felt as his wet muscle entered me, moving inside. “Yes, Jaehyun just like that,” I moaned. After a while he took out his tongue and began kitty licking my clit and thrusting his fingers inside me again. He’s eating me out so good, better than anyone… any- Doy… Before I could even think of the name, he bit down on my clit, I practically screamed at his sudden action.

He parted from my clit with a “Sorry.” “No, no it’s okay it just felt so good,” I let out. His lips came to mine, tongues fighting one another. The knot in my stomach tightened as Jaehyun stretched my walls and placed his thumb on my clit. “Such a pretty girl, finish for me.” His words triggered me, sending me over the edge. I came—no I squirted. It was just the beginning but oh god, I was already worn out.

“You ready to take my cock pretty girl,” he said, brushing away the hairs from my forehead. “Pl-Please give it to me,” I said softly, trying to catch my breath.

Jaehyun got off the bed, reaching his nightstand for a foil square; a condom. He ripped it with his teeth, pulling his sweats and boxers off. Holy fucking fuck, he was big and hard. I was practically drooling at the sight, I wanted him in me. He slipped the condom on and settled between me. He stroked it and then grabbed my hips.

“Ready?” he asked, as his tip prodded against my pussy. “Yes, please.” “You’re so good at begging baby,” he said. Before I could say anything, he pushed his cock inside me. It stretched me out so good, I can’t hold back my moans.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well aren’t you, you whore.”

“I-It’s too much Jaehyun,” I moaned out. I looked at where our bodies joined, his cock not even all the way in yet. “You love it though don’t you? You’re clenching around me like some virgin,” he smirks; visible through the moonlight.

He grips my hips tightly. “Ready, I’m going to start moving,” he warns. I nod and he starts pounding into me. His cock going in and out of my pussy, he goes gently at first, but I urge him to go faster, “Deeper, jae please.” He stops for a moment, “What’d you say?” I open my eyes, locking them with his. “Deeper?” I tilt my head slightly. “No after that.”

“Jae.” “Fuck,” he says, before he starts pounding into me even faster. He’s hitting me so deep, the pleasure so good—so euphoric. He takes my arms, pinning them above me, as he continues his quick pace. “Look at you, tits bounces, mouth open, back arching. Such a slut.” His dirty talk does wonders to me, I could feel the knot in my stomach tightening again. I was so fucking close.

“You’re gonna cum for me again?” As he said that, he brought his thumb to my clit again, abusing it. “Baby look at me, let me see your face when you cum all over my dick,” he says, bringing his hand to my chin. I open my eyes, tears nearly spilling out. “Good girl,” he cooed. My mouth flung open as he hit my g-spot; he took the opportunity to spit in my mouth, “Swallow.” I closed my mouth taking in his spit, while his thumb rubbed on my clit.

“Come with me, won’t you darling,” he whispered in my ear. Our lips crashing into one another, my hips moving to meet his. I moaned into the kiss as my orgasm ripped through me. He pulled away—a string saliva appearing when we departed—groaning as he felt me clenching around him. “Shit,” he said, when he finally came as well.

We stayed, joined together for a while more before he slipped his cock out of me. “You did so well,” he said, pecking my forehead. I was at my wits end, that I ended up falling asleep. I fell asleep so peacefully for the first time in a while.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The bright sunlight hit my face and when I tried moving to the other side I was faced with reality. Hard fucking reality. I had sex with Jaehyun. I cheated on Doyoung. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I tried getting up but Jaehyun’s strong hands didn’t let me. “Just a little longer,” I heard him mumble. “Jaehyun,” I whispered. He then fluttered his eyes open, adjusting to the light. When he finally spotted me, his eyes widened in shock. Was he really the same guy who was pounding harshly into my pussy last night? We sat up, leaning against the headboard.

“I figured you’d run away,” he said. I chuckled, “I thought about it, but then…” He looked at me waiting for me to finish my sentence. “I thought we’d ought to talk about it?”

“Mmm, I suppose you have a point.” Where do I even start? “Look, Jaehyun last night was…” “A mistake?” he said. “Yeah, it was a heat of the moment type of thing.” He gave me a sympathetic look, “I know, but look Y/N I like you,” he confessed.

“Jaeh-“ he interrupted me, “I know… you have Doyoung, but Y/N he doesn’t have to know, we can keep this between us.”

‘Was he suggesting we be fuck buddies?’ “Are you saying we become fuck buddies, despite me having a boyfriend?”

“Yes,” he said, flatly. “If that’s the only way I can have you, so be it.”

I was at a loss for words. It was a game of tug o war in my head, one side agreeing to the whole fuck buddy situation, but the other opposing it. He must’ve noticed the fight I was having with myself because he spoke up, “I’m sorry Y/N you know what forge-“ “Fine, let’s do it,” I said.

‘I’ll do it,’ I thought to myself. We’d already gone this far, for fucks sake this man has seen me naked and stuck his cock in me. ‘As long as Doyoung doesn’t find out,’ I repeated. I was in for a ride, a fucked up and nonoperational one.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Days passed since then and things proceeded as normal. I hang out with Doyoung, Rei, even Jungwoo like nothing happened. Though, me and Jaehyun continued sneaking kisses here and there behind closed doors. In fact the other night, I spent it at his place again, fucking like rabbits til dawn. Sex with Jaehyun was so passionate and animalistic in a way.

“Presentation are tomorrow class, I hope you all have completed them by now,” announced the professor. I was listening when I felt a tap on my shoulder, turning to face Jaehyun. He passed me a note and I turned to open it, ‘Wanna come over tonight? I’ll cook for you?’ I smiled at the small note, replying ‘Are you bribing me right now Jeong?’ I passed it along to him again and instead of receiving it once more, he whispered in my ear, “Maybe.” It sent shivers down my spine. His voice weirdly had a way of turning me on.

Classes finished and saw Doyoung as he leaned against his car. “Hey,” he smiled. “Hi!” He quirked a brow up, “Someone’s in a good mood.” “Presentations are finally tomorrow,” I explained. He opened his arms, my cue to hug him. I hesitantly stepped into his touch, I felt the guilt rushing over me. I parted from him, “That reminds me, Rei invited me over today for a girls night.” “Really?” he pouted. It was a lie, a lie so I could spend the night at Jaehyun’s.

“Yeah, she claims it’s been so long since I’ve gone over.” “She sure loves hogging you,” he jokes. I laughed, “You know her.” We got into his car, taking the opportunity to message Jaehyun.

me: i’ll be there at 6, jeong

He replied almost instantly for someone who's supposed to be at “basketball practice”

jae: i’ll be waiting

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I arrived outside Jaehyun’s apartment, knocking on his door. He opened it and I was welcomed with a wet-haired Jaehyun.

“Hey, I just hopped out of the shower. Come in,” he said, going to the side so I could go in. As I made my way in he wrapped his arms around my waist, nestling his head on my shoulder.

“We can’t do this today,” I said.

“Why not,” he said, pouting. “We have presentations tomorrow and I wanna be able to stand on my two feet jae.”

He muttered something against my shoulder before finally letting me go. I turned to face him and he took it as the opportunity to kiss me. I immediately melted into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands traveled further down my body. But before we could get any further I pulled away, “Where’s my food you promised Jeong?” He looked at me puzzled, until the light bulb in his head finally turned on.

“Takeout?” I rolled my eyes and sighed, “I guess so.”

I spent the rest of the night over at Jaehyun’s though this time I came prepared. I brought over a change of clothes and my school bag. Fortunately but unfortunately we didn’t fuck, I warned him and he respected it under the condition I’d at least cuddle with him, which I agreed to. That night I fell into a deep and comfortable sleep in the arms of Jaehyun.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Presentations went by in a breeze. Me and Jaehyun successfully managed to get a full score by our professor who claimed it was “efficiently executed and artistically performed.”

As I left the class Jaehyun stopped me in my tracks. “Y/N,” he said, softly. I looked up at him, “What’s wrong Jaehyun?” He hesitated for a bit. ‘What could it be?’

“Uhm- is it- well can you come and watch my game tomorrow night?” Ah this was what had him hesitating. “Tomorrow? Friday night?” He nodded. I thought about it for a while, “Mmm, sure I’ll be there,” I smiled. His face immediately lightened.

“Really! Yes! Oh sorry I mean I’ll see you there,” he said, excitedly.

“You better win Jeong,” I teased. His face changed to confidence, “Yes ma’am!” I laughed, “Yes, yes practice hard. See you tomorrow.”

May 07.

Game Day. Today I was going to go over to Jaehyun’s Basketball game. I’ve never seen him play, no in fact I haven’t even attended a game in my whole life. Although the majority of the boys on the team are my very own friends.

“Excuse me,” I said, trying to get through to my seat. I sat around the middle of the bleachers. They were currently practicing on the court. This was my first time seeing Jaehyun in his uniform and oh god did it do wonders.

The game soon started and I never kept my eyes off him. Despite being relatively new, he shun, he shun so bright on the court. I felt like I was seeing a new version of him. I loved it.

They ended up winning, 127-102. I made my way to the court to go congratulate them. I was spotted by Johnny first, “Ah, Y/N? What brings you here?!” I’d forgotten about the whole me and Jahyun thing. “I promised Jaehyun since we finished our presentations,” I said. I mean I wasn’t really lying. Then Jaehyun came along with the rest of the boys.

Mark and Jungwoo embraced me into a hug saying, “It’d been so long.” We chatted for a while until the rest of them decided to retreat to the locker room, all except one. Jaehyun. I have yet to talk to him.

“Congratulations,” I said, and hugged him when everyone left. We had the gym to ourselves as everyone had left already. He smiled, picking me up and spinning me in a circle.

“I’m glad you came,” he smiled. I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I promised you after all.” He chuckled, “Oh yeah? Then what’s my reward?” He had a mischievous look on his face that I was scared of what to say next.

“Mmm,” I thought about what to say “I’ll grant you a wish.” He smiled again before whispering into my ear, “Let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours.” I felt my face heat up. “Jae-“ He interrupted me by embracing me into a very passionate kiss. I was so lost in the kiss that I didn’t realize he’d begun walking.

“Wai-Wait Jaehyun, they're still in there,” I said, as I realized he was taking me inside the locker room. “Don’t worry they left already darling,” he assured me. Jaehyun must have psychic powers because he was right; they’d left.

We collided with the lockers when he pulled me into another deep and passionate kiss. He moved his mouth further down; to my jaw, neck, and collarbone. He placed me down, pulling my shirt over my head and pulling my jeans down. I was left in nothing but my black laced bra and panties. No matter how many times we’d done this I still wasn’t used to it, my body exposed to him.

His lips fling back to my body, traveling from the valley of my breast to my left breast. He kissed my nipple through my bra and proceeded to do the same to the right. He then unclasped my bra letting fall to where my jeans pooled around me. He brought my right nipple in between his teeth, teasingly biting on it as he fondled the left. His tongue swirled around it, flicking my nipple with his tongue. He kissed me as he made his way to my left breast, doing the same. I was becoming even more wet by the second.

“Fuck,” I muttered when he’d brought his hand to my drenched panties. He slid them to the side, his fingers coming in contact with my cunt. “You’re so wet already aren’t you? Such a good girl for me,” he whispered as he pushed two fingers inside my pussy. My moans echoed through the locker room and so did the wet squelching sounds from my pussy. I can’t believe I was getting fucked inside a locker room right now, but oddly enough I was turned on.

He took his fingers out of my pussy, grabbing my chin. I opened my mouth as he brought his fingers inside my mouth and made me suck on them. “You taste that, your sweet cunt.” Jaehyun then sunk to his knees holding my legs open, oh fuck. He was now underneath me, licking my cunt at a slow pace, then moving along to my clit and flattening his tongue on it before sucking it. Tears were spilling from me and the knot in my stomach tightening. “Yes,” I moaned. My orgasm finally spilling out of me when his fingers curled inside me and his tongue continued it’s work on my clit.

He lapped up every single drop that’d exploded out of me, even taking some from his chin. “Bet he can’t make you feel this way.” I was so dazed that those words didn’t comprehend in my brain, “Yes,” I muttered. He let out a satisfied smirk and pulled off his uniform. He then grabbed his jersey and handed it to me, “Put it on, I wanna see my name on your back while I fuck you.” I complied putting his jersey on and I heard him groan.

“Ready?” He asked. I nodded. He flipped me over, my hands against the lockers as his hands gripped my waist. He brought the jersey up and pushed down my panties. I felt as his hard cock rested against my ass.

Jaehyun slammed into me, “Shit, how come your always so fucking tight? You a little whore who can’t get enough, huh.” His pace was fast and rough, his hands gripping onto my tightly like I’d escape. I turned my head behind me, and he ended up kissing me, our moans and groans spilling into our kiss. A string of saliva appeared when we departed, “So good,” I moaned, clenching my hands.

“Oh yeah? You love being fucked by me don’t you,” he said, confidently. “Like some whore. Come on baby, you’re my little whore right?” When I didn’t answer he slapped my ass harshly. I instinctively clenched around him, causing him to groan and throw some curses. He repeated the action, my cheeks surely reddened my now. “Answer me, baby,” he said, grabbing a fistful of my hair.

My face was a mess, tear stained eyes and drool coming out of the corner of my mouth. “Ye-Yes, ah- I’m your- ahn- whore.” He started picking up his pace and brought his thumb to tease my sensitive clit, sending me over the edge. The knot in my stomach came undone and I completely shattered. He still fucked my through my jaw dropping orgasm, his movements getting a little sloppier, signifying he was close too. I clenched around him, when he hit my g-spot again causing him to paint my walls white. Thankfully, I took the pill this morning.

We both panted, tired and exhausted from the best orgasms we’d experienced. Everytime we have sex it progressively gets better than the last time. He pecked my temple whispering, “Good job baby,” but I was unable to hear that last part.

“I love you.”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The weekend was just about over and I haven’t seen Jaehyun since the game, but that doesn’t stop us from messaging one another every now and then.

Actually today Doyoung is supposed to come over; we’d agreed on this last night. So here I am sitting in my living room waiting for him to knock on my door. It’d been a while since I'd last seen him. Knock.

I got up from the couch and walked over to the door. In front of me; Doyoung, Doyoung with a bouquet of flowers. I grabbed them when he handed them over, “Thank you!” I walked over to place them in a vase, when I felt his arms wrapping around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I’ve missed you,” he says.

The Guilt. “I’ve missed you too,” I smile. I turn around to face him now, his face slightly hesitant. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Ah- It’s just uhm… Y/N.”

Yes Doyo?”

He takes a breath, “What were you doing that day you were going to Rei’s?”

I froze for a second, taken aback. ‘Did he find out? How? What?’ “Hm? We had a girl’s night remember,” I tried smiling. He looked at me, carefully observing me. “Y/N tell me the truth, please.”

Fuck. “What are you talking about? I was reall-“ He interrupted me, “Stop fucking bullshitting me right now, I called Rei and she never mentioned anything about a “spa” much less you going over!”

I was frozen, I didn’t know what to say or do. Admit the truth? Or… Lie. “I don’t see why I should tell you, it’s not like I was doing anything bad.” ‘Oh but you were Y/N’

Doyoung was fuming, I could see it in his body, his face. “Fine, fine you won’t tell me, fine, but just you know I’ll find out if you won’t bother telling me.” I couldn’t even utter another word before he left stomping to the door. He opened it and slammed it shut.

The door closed and I lost it, falling to my knees as tears erupted from my eyes. And here I thought we’d end up cuddling tonight, but no we fought instead.

Getting up from my knees and wiping my tears away I grabbed my phone, dialing the second most recent number. They picked up on the third ring.

“Missed me already?” his voice said.

“Can I spend the night at your home Jae,” I whispered, even though there was no one else but me.

He chuckled, “Of course baby.” Without hesitation I gathered everything I needed to spend the night over, running out of that apartment. When I finally made it to Jaehyun’s I picked up my pace even faster. I didn’t want to miss a second, I wanted to be in Jaehyun’s warm embrace.

I knocked and he opened the door with a dimpled-smile plastered on his face. I stepped in and when he closed the door I wrapped my arms around his neck; kissing him with hunger. For the rest of the night we went at it like rabbits.

Jaehyun.

I love her, I love Y/N so fucking much. It’s like she was made for me, she matched with me so perfectly.

She’d finally fallen asleep, I think I might’ve gone over the top tonight. Her snores were so soft, her arms embracing my waist. I turned to the nightstand and grabbed her phone; unlocking it. I snapped a picture, I’d been doing this for a while and surprisingly she’s still kept all of them. I wonder if something happened with Doyoung, she’d told me he’d spend the night with her, but it seems like something happened judging by the way she’s in my bed right now.

Whatever. As long as she’s with me is all that matters.

“But does he know you call me when he sleeps?”

“But does he know the pictures that you keep?

“Or does he know the reasons you cry?”

“Or tell me does he know where your heart lies?”

2 weeks later.

Since my fight with Doyoung we’ve managed to talk it out and patch things up. So since then our relationship is back on a high, though no sex and oh, Jaehyun is still in the picture.

“I’m gonna go hop in the shower, I’ll be right out doyo,” I said, as he sat on my bed. Today he was staying the night, actually he’s been spending the night for the past week and a half, so seeing Jaehyun has gotten rather hard. Yet we have our ways, whether I sneak out when Doyoung’s asleep or we fuck around during school hours.

Jaehyun’s become a drug to me, as much as I want to quit I can’t. He’s so addicting, I want him and I need him.

Doyoung.

It’d been 5 minutes or so since Y/N had just gotten in the shower. I sat on her bed patiently waiting for her. After our fight we agreed on no more secrets, so I've glued myself to her.

I love Y/N, I love her so much i- Ding.

My head turns to the direction of her phone that laid on her nightstand. Curiosity sparked within me, something within me called me to reach for her phone. So I reached over to it, but I would soon come to regret it.

Jaehyun: i miss u baby

‘Huh? Jaehyun? What? Why was he messaging her that he missed her? Perhaps he was mistaken, yeah that was it.’ I wanted to refuse what I was looking at, Y/N and Jaehyun? Nah, they were far over since the project… Wait a minute, since the project Y/N has been rather… distant? different?

No, it can’t be… Oh but it is Doyoung. I opened her camera roll, I wanted to throw up? Cry? I was beyond horrified. Pictures of them, the two of them. Not any decently looking pictures—well a few—of the two while he fucked her or after he fucked her.

I couldn’t stop myself, I opened the messages. More evidence of their affair. Any other person would’ve thought they were a couple by the way they text one another.

“Hey!” She yelled. I flinched, fuck. I looked up at her. “Care to explain?” I tried saying calmly. She looked at me confused. “What the fuck is going on with you and Jaehyun huh!” I raised my voice slightly.

The color from her face vanished, she was pale as a ghost. Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, “Wh-What? How do you know…”

I got up from the bed and shoved the phone in her face; the messages between them. Tears were coming out of her eyes. “Doyoung! I swear it’s not what it looks like.”

“Fucking bullshit Y/N, you know it and I do as well so stop fucking lying to me and tell me the fucking truth.” I wasn’t mad, I was upset and hurt. She lied to me, deceived me.

“I’m sorry Doyoung,” she cried. “Really everything between me and hi-Jaehyun was a mistake, I knew it, but I- I couldn’t fucking stop myself. I tried, I really fucking tried, but- but…” she was a sobbing mess. My heart ached at the sight.

I clenched my fist tightly. “I love you so much Doyoung I really do, I always fucking had but then he came… I’ve lost myself now, I know nothing I say or do now will change things, change us, so if you want to breakup it’s fine.” She lifted her arm and rested a hand on my cheek, caressing it with her thumb. Her hands felt cold, they weren’t warm like they usually were.

“I love you too Y/N, but it’s like you said… Y/N there’s no going back… we can’t fix this, I can’t do it Y/N, you deceived me,” I explained as my vision became blurry. I felt droplets of tears streaming down my face. We both were a crying mess.

Y/N and I love each other, so very much. I know she loves me, I see it, but now that I look closely that love is disappearing little by little.

“I know, I know and I’m sorry for that Doyoung, please I’m so fucking sorry.”

I gave her a sympathetic look, “Let’s break up Y/N, please it’s the only good thing left to do.” She cried a little harder, her hands wrapped around my neck, I hugged her back. This would be the last time anyways, the moments and memories I’ve made with her were some of the best. She was my first love, my first everything and to that she holds a special place in my heart.

“I understand Doyoung, let’s break up please,” she mumbled on my shoulder. I gripped her a little tighter, kissing her neck before pulling away. We looked at each other, without saying another word.

I took off, I left her in that big, yet small apartment of hers by herself. I’d never come back here again, I’d never see her again.

This was the end, my beloved Y/N, my butterfly. Goodbye.

May 27.

I feel like shit. The past 4 days have been shit. Who knew Doyoung and me splitting up would affect me this much. I haven’t shown up to school, for god knows how long. My phone is constantly blowing up with messages from Rei, Mark, Johnny, Jungwoo and… Jaehyun. Just thinking about him is enough to make me break down again.

How could I be so fucking stupid. I didn’t know what I wanted and look where it led me. I was selfish, I was greedy. I took Doyoung’s kindness, love, and trust for granted.

I was beginning to grow tired of this, I knew I couldn’t just mope around like this, I had to do something. The only something left to break.

I have to end things with Jaehyun.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

So here I am, standing in front of his door. I’ve been standing here for the past 5 minutes, I haven’t knocked or moved. I was preparing myself mentally, physically, and emotionally. I was lost in thought when rain started pouring. Rain is so beautiful.

“Y/N?” called out a voice. I looked to my left, Jaehyun right in front of me. His eyes widened, like he’d just seen a ghost. He came rushing towards me, embracing me into a hug which I didn’t return.

“Where have you been? God, I’ve missed you baby.” I was disgusted, I wanted to throw up. What have I fucking done.

“Let’s go inside Jae,” I muttered. Once I stepped inside there was no going back. When we stepped inside, I went straight to the living room and onto the couch. Jaehyun soon followed sitting on his knees in front of me. His head settled on my thighs.

I brought my hand to his hair, gently stroking it. “I love you,” he said. I stopped my movement, eyes widening. I knew it, I guess I always knew he loved me. I could see it in the way he looked at me, at the way he treated me.

“I love you so much Y/N,” he said again, locking eyes with me. I brought my lips to his. We kissed slowly, like lovers do. If this was the last chance I had with him, I might as well enjoy it.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

We stripped each other of our clothes, being left in nothing but my lace baby pink panties and bra and his boxers. He went back onto his knees, while he spread my legs apart. “Already wet,” he smirked. He kissed my inner thighs until he reached my clothed cunt.

Jaehyun kept his eyes on me when he licked me through my panties, continuing this action until I was a whimpering mess. He lightly bit my clit, before sliding off my panties, finally. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he said, continuing his kitten licks on my now bare cunt. He gave an approval hum when I wrapped my legs around his neck, trapping him. He gripped my thighs, pulling me deeper. His tongue intruded into my tight hole and I felt his hot breath on my clit. I unconsciously started grinding on him, wanting to feel it deeper.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-“ I couldn’t even finish my sentence when I felt the sensation disappear. Fuck. He licked his mouth clean, “‘m tastes so good.”

“Ple-Please make me cum jae, I’m begging you.” He chuckled, before taking his hands to my breast, groping them tightly. My back arched at the sensation, even more when he pinched them through the fabric. “What do you want, baby? Come on, tell me.”

“Your fingers, please, ah- and your tongue, please, please, please.”

He kissed and sucked on my exposed skin, before sliding back down. His fingers teasing my folds, not going inside me yet, but then he slipped them in me. His two fingers going in out of my cunt at an unbearable pace. It felt too good, the way he’d curl them against my walls. His tongue soon joined in, licking my sensitive clit, up and down. “Ye-Yes, just like that,” I moaned. It didn’t take long for me to start seeing stars as he continued thrusting his finger in and out of me, as well as sucking on my poor clit.

He let go of my clit with a small pop. My chest heaved up and down, trying my best to catch my breath. Jaehyun got back up and his cock came springing out of his boxers. Fuck, it was already so hard. As much as I wanted him in me already I also wanted it inside my mouth. I got closer to him and I fisted my hand around his cock. He groaned, as I began jerking him.

“You want it?” he asks, grabbing my chin gently. I eagerly nod at his question. “Then take it like a good girl, won’t you baby.” I began with licking it first, licking the precum from his tip. I swirled my tongue around his tip, until he said, “Stop with the teasing and let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” “Do it then Jae, fuck this pretty mouth mine,” I giggled. He groaned before grabbing a fist full of my hair and shoving his cock down my throat. He was rough with it, but rough Jaehyun has always been my favorite.

He kept that pace, not slowing down. His grunts and moans reached my ears which made me moan as well as he thrusted in my mouth. My tears spilled, but I didn’t mind. I just wanted his cum. “You’re taking it so well baby… fuck- just like that.” His thrust then stopped, I looked up at him through my watery eyes. He looked down on me with an animalistic face, “I want you to do it yourself now baby, make me cum pretty girl.”

I took him out with a pop, letting my mouth rest for a while. I then took him in again, looking up at him. I used my hands to help me as I took his cock in and out of my mouth. I accidentally touched his balls, but it left him whimpering and moaning a little more loudly, so I did it again. “Shit, I’m close baby,” he moaned. I tried going faster, until I felt his hot seeds spill inside me. I swallowed everything, even taking some that slipped past my lips.

“You’re such a good girl aren’t you, taking it all without being told,” he said, kissing my lips. He swiftly opened my legs back up, rubbing his cock along my slit. “Ready baby?” he asked and I nodded. He slowly slid his tip into my hole, every inch of him going inside me.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking tight even after I made sure to stretch you out nicely.” The position on the couch wasn’t too comfortable and he must’ve noticed it because he hooked my legs onto his arms. “FUCK- mm, so- so deep,” I yelled. He walked to his bedroom placing me onto his bed, and later got on top, all the while we were still connected.

He started off gently, rocking his cock into me slowly. “Fa-Faster please,” I whined. I heard a small noice come out of him before he started thrusting into me more roughly and faster. I moaned his name over and over again; his balls slapping against my ass. So fucking good. I didn’t even process when he lifted my leg up, but when he did his cock reached in me even deeper. “Just like that jae.” His pace didn’t falter, he kept at it, his stamina is out of this world. His cock brushed along my g-stop perfectly, causing my orgasm to almost spill.

“You gonna cum again Y/N? Cum on my cock like a good girl,” he groaned when I clenched around him. He lifted my leg slightly more up, keeping the pace going and with one pinch to my clit, I came. He slid his cock out, he hadn't cum yet, but I knew he was close.

“Face down, Ass up,” he commanded. As he said, my head was now down and my ass wiggled in front of him. I heard him mutter a small curse before gripping my sides and sliding his throbbing cock into my soaked hole. He wasted no time in fucking me from behind, thrusting in the same roughness as before. His hands tightly gripped my sides, until they traveled to my ass. He fondled it, before sending one hard slap. I yelped at the sudden action, “You like getting your ass slapped huh, you little whore,” he teased.

He sent more harsh slaps on my ass—red marks sure to be present—and thrusting into me as my tight cunt clung to him tightly. “Shit, I'm gonna cum baby, cum with me won’t ya?” he said, as his thrust got sloppier.

“Be sure to take all my cum like a good girl alright.” Grabbing my arms, he pounded into me and I tightly clenched around him, sending both of us to our highs. His hot white seeds painting my walls, he didn’t take out his cock, still fucking me through both of our orgams.

“I love you,” he muttered, kissing my temple. We laid on his bed for a while, before I decided that I wanted more, needed more. One last time.

I got on my knees and straddled his waist. I grinded against his abs, capturing his attention. “Still not satisfied?” he smirked. “N-No, let me ride you,” I begged. He gave me an approved hum, and I was soon sinking his—hard—cock into my hole once more. We both groaned as I sunk in, he stretched me out so nicely again. I began slowly, adjusting myself again. His hands remained on my hips, fingers digging into me.

“Faster baby,” he said. “Patience,” I teased. I giggled at his reaction before picking up my pace. His eyes shut when I started clenching around him, “Fuck you feel so good baby, this pussys all mine.” My tits bounced, the harder I thrusted. His hands traveled to them, fondly playing with them and pinching my hard nipples. “Yes,” I moaned, chanting his name afterwards.

“Cum,” he said, bringing one hand to pinch my sensitive clit, sending me into my third orgasm of the night. I laid on top of his chest, while he continued thrusting in me, not stopping until he came. A few more harsh thrusts and he was now groaning against my shoulder, shooting his warm seeds into me once more. He slipped his cock out, slowly.

I was dreading it because once it was out there would be no more in. Once he slipped his cock out, he carried me in his arms, heading off to the bathroom, where he cleaned both of us up and laid me back on his bed, tucking me in.

However, I had other plans. Once Jaehyun was sound asleep I would leave, he would wake up without me by his side, without me in his life.

When I noticed he was finally sound asleep I whispered, “Goodbye Jaehyun…” kissing his forehead and a “I’m sorry,” before kissing his lips. I slipped away, putting my clothes back on and taking out the medium-sized envelope from my jacket. I placed it on where I laid, walking back to the door. I took one last look as he peacefully slept. A tear slipped from my eye. This was the end. The flames have been put out.

Goodbye Jaehyun.

Goodbye Y/N.

Present day: 3 years later.

It's now been 3 years since my seemingly perfect life was tainted. I moved out, moving into a new city and transferring into a new school. I erased myself from there, though I still kept in contact with Rei and the boys. I made sure to tell them not to mention anything regarding Jaehyun or Doyoung, I didn’t wanna hear it.

I was repenting everyday, but there was nothing I could do that would reverse my past. Luckily though school had been keeping me busy as to not keep my mind occupied in the past; having graduated finally too. I also opened up a small cafe nearby where I lived. The business too has gone great. My life was going great.

Today work in the cafe was as regular as usual. Having been in a trance I failed to notice, notice the person standing on the other side of the counter.

The same person from 3 years ago. Him.

The person I once desired.

“Jaehyun…”

2024.02.14

final a.n: hii! finally its completely yay! this one took 2 months and was quite the ride. i want to put out there that i have never cheated on someone before, i have been cheated on though, but thats another story. this story is solely based on my interpretation of the weekends “moth to a flame” and nothing more. nevertheless i hope u all enjoyed it, i worked hard to finish it on time. pls let me know any suggestions or how well u enjoyed this one. i will be going on a short hiatus to focus more on my schoolwork but i will be back with more! i love u all && stay safe out there!! love, jiji ��

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zodiacrant · 4 years ago

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🍩My experiences with each Moon sign🍩

(Cause yall are messy)

I have done this a few times before but for Sun signs and did rank placements but never shared my thoughts and experiences with the Moon signs.

Now I know how this goes, so if you get mad or sad then go off I guess. Aint the first time I get cursed out or attacked in this bitch. Plus, I am a Cap moon so naturally I won’t do well with some Moons and I will be nitpicking everything about everyone.

🍩Aries Moon🍩

My dad’s moon. Yup, that tells you alot without me even starting. Having our Moons in Square shit was hard to say the least. It took a long time for us to be on middle grounds and because I don’t feel comfortable talking about my problems here I will continue on. The Aries Moon that I really like and can think of is Rihanna, so I would say it’s unfair to make a whole judgment but from what I saw and heard they’re not exactly the best to be around. So I give them a 3/10 for being bold and having nerve.

🍩Taurus Moon🍩

Now this Moon right here I know people from ( a close friend and my sister, plus some others) and I don’t have many strong opinions about it. As a Taurus Sun, it can be a challenge to work with a Taurus Moon. I am stubborn at my core and they’re stubborn with their heart, so everytime we disagree it’s like a rope pulling contest. Way too stagnant for me but I think that’s because of my other placements and they don’t take any advice or open up no matter what. On to the good, I never disliked someone with this placement. No matter how much of an asshole they can be, to me it is difficult to hate them or stay mad at them. They’re warm, kind, and sweet but a bit aloof and naive, also they don’t like to touch and hug as some people might think. I will give them a 8/10

🍩Gemini Moon🍩

(⚠️TW⚠️ mention of rape and erratic behavior)

I only had one best friend with this placement and I don’t I want to meet any more, and I am at peace with that if they resemble her in any way. She was a maniac. She loved to lie, create drama, blow shit up, act crazy and basically be shocking. I do find similarities with Gemini Sun where they do shit for reactions but with her, she will take it to the next level. Lie about being raped, act possessed, or pretend that she is being followed. It’s not fair to associate her with people who share the same Moon as her but that was y’all’s representation in my life. She was erratic so it’s difficult to see where her Moon was in effect and where she was just off. I’ll give them a 1/10, would not recommend until proven otherwise.

🍩Cancer Moon🍩

The first that comes to my mind is Taylor Swift and to me she is the ultimate Cancer Moon. It juat makes sense how fast she takes it to the next level with people. Whether getting serious quickly with someone or throwing down and feuding. She just always at a 100. Personally, I never got close with someone who has this placement, maybe it’s because I am a Capricorn Moon myself, but I would say the ones that I have met were nice. I’ll give them a 5/10

🍩Leo Moon🍩

I only had one best friend with this placement but the people I have met with this Moon I still remember. They all had one thing in common and that was being emotionally traumatized and have lost one parent. My best friend was super loyal, very confident in what they believed in and represented, were always there for me and had an amazing ability in motivating others. But they were also super prideful and there’s no coming back with them. Fight once and it’s over. (Yes I am looking at you Jonnie). One of the other people was with me in uni and always had the to urge won up me and my friend. He had scars all over and he doesn’t remember how he got them. But he was super proud of himself and his home country, which I respect and admire. I’ll give them a 6/10

🍩Virgo Moon🍩

I know two people with this placement, my mom and a professor at uni, and oh boy it makes sense that they’re a Virgo Moon. Me and my mom are too alike that we clash strongly at times. She thinks she can do it better and I think I can do it better and we just have like a competition on who done it better basically. From cooking, to how you light the stove, to how you put on clothes, to how you lay down on bed. Both my mom and my professor are super critical and precise, althogh my professor is a double Virgo (Sun and Moon) so she will go even further. They have to do everything as it arises and act like there’s no time and everything is about to go wrong. Like damn sis chill the fuck out for a sec and this is coming from a Cap moon so you know it’s bad. But I really like Virgo Moon, even though people might hate such a personality but I can relate to them in some ways. I’ll give them 7/10

🍩Libra Moon🍩

My only online friend that I talk to all the time got this Moon. Other than her I met only two people and they were something. Okay so for my friend, because I never actually have seen her physically with my own eyes I can’t say how she acts all the time, but she is one of the best listeners I had in my life. She likes to hear me ramble for an hour about a dumb encounter that lasted a second, talking about astrology and some nerdy things and then not so nerdy things. I believe that it’s a Libra Moon quality to be emotionally versatile and attentive. I think because she is a Leo dominant she acts much fiery and fiercely than a Libra would. As for the other people I just thought they were fake. One acted as a friend but then would just disappear so I was over it quickly and the other was super passive and pretentious that I think she shits out plastic. All in all I think it’s a great Moon. I’ll give them a 7/10

🍩Scorpio Moon🍩

One of the hardest Moons I ever delt with but I find that I love them too. My oldest sister had this Moon and she is such a mystery. Because I am a Taurus Sun, it is only natural for me to have a hard time with a Scorpio Moon. Even though she is an extrovert, she rarely talks about herself and her feelings, you will never catch her slipping or show vulnerability. I can see how difficult it may be for her being a Cancer with a Scorpio Moon and have Gemini dominance. But she’s a bitch at heart and I am cool with it. I’ll give them 5/10 cause I am not a big fan of paradoxical people

🍩Sagittarius Moon🍩

A moon that I always babysat. I had two best friends with this Moon and if I was born a second earlier, it would mine too. I don’t know if it’s because of my Gemini Venus or my 0 degree Capricorn Moon but I love Sagittarius Moons. I was fortunate to see some of their weaknesses and for them to trust me enough to be vulnerable. But boy do they get themselves into the dumbest situation because they wanted to see what would happen. I had to babysit them and help them do everything like shopping, cooking, cleaning, assembling furniture, be their body guard when buying weed. (Shhhh it’s a secret). They’re in many ways immature cause they run from things and everytime you try to be real with them, they say “stop being negative”. I’ll give them a 9/10

🍩Capricorn Moon🍩

The grande dame of the Moon signs, sitting at it’s opposite planet. I have met many Cap Moons and honestly we are bitches 😂. The energy of sitting next to a Capricorn Moon is too fucking much like I never knew it’s like that. I noticed the way they stare, talk, walk and sit can be so aggressive and intimidating. I see why people might label us as bullies, cause the energy is definitely there and I myself was such a cunt (still a little but I am more aware of myself now) that I get where both are coming from. Life as a Capricorn Moon is emotionally flat. If wasn’t for my other placements you will never see me even flinch. I think we just take everything and let it process in our head before we let it into our hearts. So to me, we’re not mean, we just don’t see how something might be hurtful. But also that tone and that blank face, goddam! That’s why I try to smile cause bitch no, I didn’t know I was walking with a death stare this whole time. Anyways, I will give us 10/10 cause I am self appreciative like that 😂✌️

🍩Aquarius Moon🍩

I have always tried to understand Aquarius Moon and it was only a month ago that I have realized they themselves are not sure of who they’re. I had one best friend with this placement and three cousins (all siblings). First, my cousins are super competitive with each other on who gets to do what and if it happens that they’re similar in something they will get pissed. The person that was my best friend was like that as well. Only he would drop a an entire hobby, interest, something close to his heart, shit even a personality trait. I find them to be constantly changing and trying, so they shift between one end of extreme to the other until they center themselves. I’ll give them a 4/10

🍩Pisces Moon🍩

Now let’s talk about a depressing placement, in my opinion of course 😅. I don’t know if it’s the influence of Neptune on the Moon or is it the just the demeanor of Pisces, but good god girl get a grip (they call this the five G’s). My youngest sister is a Pisces Moon, and as creative as she is, she is pessimistic and overly cynical. I mean I am all for being critical and real but looking at everything with jacked up black sprayed glasses is just too much for me. Other than my sister I don’t know any Pisces Moon very well but I had a few acquaintances. I noticed that they talked about a specific thing and that’s it. I have found them to be amazing at drawing, painting and have an incredible artistic sense. At times twisted and dark, but I love the art that comes with it. I’ll give them a 5/10

Here’s the tea. It’s Pisces season so remember I am sensitive right now, and also it’s my life and I wish I met someone as amazing as you might think you’re. (Maybe that was a little too aggressive)

Okay love you ❤️

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rosenallies · 3 years ago

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my forte lately has been writing random shit that absolutely no one asked for that has 0 plot and just me rambling but anyway here’s some Jankie based off of late to the party by kacey musgraves <3 it’s a v good song if u like girly girl cuntry <3

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They're blowing up our phones Asking where we are Just say we're almost there We ain't even in the car You're rolling one for two And I'm still picking out my shoes

Jackie’s nimble fingers expertly rolled a joint, hair half done and undressed while Jan hobbled around the room, one shoe on and wondering where the other had gone. She glanced up at the clock, Rosé and Denali’s party started in twenty minutes, and usually Jackie was ever so punctual, always the first at every function, but something about Jan relaxed her, slowed her world down and allowed for her to take a step back.

“Here. baby,” she said, pulling Jan down on the loveseat next to her, lighting the joint and holding it to her already painted lips.

Jan took a long drag, eyes fluttering and opening glossier and redder than before, a gentle laugh leaving her lips as she passed it off to Jackie.

“Rosie is gonna kill me,” she said through a giggle.

Jackie shrugged, taking a drag herself, much enjoying the alone time with Jan, something that seemed rare these days. “It’ll be fine, baby.”

Jan hummed in agreement, curling up against Jackie’s side.

I'm never late to the party If I'm late to the party with you

By the time we get there Everybody will be drunk The chairs will be on tables And the band will be unplugged We're gonna look real good But we're gonna look real rude I'm sorry I'm not sorry that I'm...

By the time they were walking up the walkway to Rosé and Denali’s door, the party had been going on for an hour and they could hear the commotion from the walkway.

Jan lets herself in, Jackie never letting go of her hand as they snuck through the crowd in search of the brides to be.

She finds them and makes quick conversation, making the excuse that she didn’t want to monopolize their time when there was a line of guests behind them wanting to congratulate the two on their engagement. But in reality, Jan was consumed with Jackie and Jackie was consumed with Jan.

Jackie lets herself get taken around the party by her hand, just happy that Jan had let her into her life and her circle, even tagging along to a party neither of them wanted to be at very much felt good because they got to be with each other.

“Just so no one catches us leaving so early,” Jan whispers, pulling her to a private area of the house, still loud with commotion just around the corner.

Jan holds Jackie’s face in her hands and kisses her softly. “You’re all the party I need.”

Jackie rolls her eyes affectionately, but only to distract from the fact she was blushing. She catches Jan’s lips in another kiss and spins her around.

Late to the party with you Oh, who needs confetti? We're already falling into the groove And who needs a crowd When you're happy at a party for two? The world can wait 'Cause I'm never late to the party If I'm late to the party with you

Leading Jan around an empty kitchen that didn’t belong to them in a slow dance, tipsy from the cherry schnapps, Jackie fell in love. She dipped and twirled Jan in her arms, her heart full and butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Jan followed after Jackie’s move, afraid that someone would interrupt them and burst the perfect bubble they created for themselves in an otherwise crowded place. Giggling as they danced out of tune with the loud pop song playing in the next room over, Jan fell in love. Her heart pounded and her gaze softened.

“I love you,” they whispered in unison, looking into each other’s eyes for a second as realization hit both.

“Jackie,” Jan cooed.

Jackie exhaled. “Jan.”

“You first.”

“I love you, Jan, I mean it,” she said.

Jan snaked her arms around Jackie’s neck and kissed her nose. “I love you too.”

“Do you think saying ‘I love you’ for the first time at your sister’s engagement party is in bad taste?” Jackie pondered lightheartedly.

Kissing her again, Jan giggled. “It’s not gonna be as bad as when I propose at the wedding.”

Jackie feigned a gasp. “Rosé really would kill you.”

Jan hummed. “She might, but what do you say we get out of here?” She whispered into Jackie’s ear, kissing right below her lobe, one of the places Jan knew really made her blush, “I’ll sneak out the back and you sneak out the front? It lessens our chance of being seen.”

“Got it, I’ll see you out front,” Jackie said before Jan was scampering away, drawing more attention to herself with the way she skipped excitedly to the front door. Though, everyone was so caught up with other things that they didn’t notice her pass by, nor did they notice Jackie as she followed only a few feet behind her because now that she had her, she’d follow her anywhere.

No, I'm never late to the party If I'm late to the party with you

#just don’t read this probablg it’s not good I just wanted to write Jankie idk #jankie

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kzuhadovey · 4 years ago

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i love you

character: miya atsumu x reader

type: angst

warnings: fuckboy!atsumu, no happy ending

song recommendation: i love you - billie eilish

this may seem like a happy lovey dovey fanfic but i think it’ll stab you in the guts aha- anyways sorry if this is too long, i got in the zone <3

edit: so someone requested for a part 2 to this story, so i wrote it! to read it, click here.

You were undeniably, so deeply in love. With who, you may ask? Miya Atsumu, of course. He was Inarizaki’s playboy- more like a cheaper version of Oikawa. He was deemed Japan’s best high school setter, and many girls confessed their love to him daily. You and Atsumu were close friends- you were the manager for their volleyball team so you were surely close to all of them. But there was something about him that made you realize- you were so utterly in love. The way you would laugh a bit too hard at his jokes, and the way you stared too long at him, and the way your heart would pinch at the sight of him with other people. You hated that you felt this way- it would ruin everything if you confessed. So you suppressed these feelings, even if you knew they would all spill out eventually.

You yawned as you walked into the Inarizaki Volleyball room, they were just about to start practice. “Good morning Y/N.” A familiar voice says, slinging their arm over your shoulder. “Good morning to you too… Atsumu.” You mutter back, zipping up your backpack. “Sorry we made you attend this early, Nationals are coming up,” Kita says. You nod and try to ignore the loud thumping of your heart as Atsumu attaches himself closer to you. “We should start practice. I’ll get your bottles ready.” You say, trying to wretch Atsumu’s arm from your shoulder. “Go practice, Tsumu. Don’t get distracted.” You manage to mutter out quickly before walking away. You can just feel the stare that Atsumu’s giving you- you’ve been ignoring him for the past week or so- a mere attempt at hiding your feelings.

“Oi, Y/N. What are you gonna do about Atsumu?” Osamu asked nonchalantly as you stuffed a pile of celery down your throat. “What do you mean by that?” You ask, your cheeks warming up by the second. “Well shit Y/N. You blind or something?” Osamu asks, rolling his eyes. “He has an obvious crush on you.” You almost choke on your food as you process what he just said. “Crush? Me? Pfft- how?” You ask, a bit embarrassed. It wasn’t possible… or was it? “He’s touchy, he talks about you a lot, and-” “And what Osamu? He’s touchy with everyone. I bet he only says that I’m kind and all that bullshit but he doesn’t actually like me because he’s Miya Atsumu.” You snap and Osamu chuckles. “Okay geez- don’t have to get defensive,” Osamu says, a smug smile plastered on his face. “You’re so mean.” You say, a small pout on your face as you start eating your food again. Was it really that impossible for Atsumu to like you?

atsumuu~ oi y/n. psst. y/n :0 huh what atsumuu~ you wanna sneak out? rn? y/n :0 -_- it’s like 2 am atsumuu~ yet you’re still not asleep my dear come on I’ll meet you at the park if you wanna y/n :0 you crazy bitch.

You sighed heavily- you couldn’t help but comply to Atsumu- it was something that happened every time he asked you for something. You blew softly at your cold hands as you made your way to a famous park you and the team liked to go to. The night air stabbed through your lungs as you took a deep breath and jumped over the gates, hoping that no one you knew was there. “Y/N!~” Atsumu’s voice was heard from across the small garden section, and you squinted your eyes. He looked half-asleep, but his eyes still shone as bright as ever. “Tsumu. Hey.” You said, shooting him a small smile as you made your way to him. “Look! We can sit on the swings- it looks especially pretty at night.” Atsumu said excitedly as he pointed to a pair of swings. You chuckled at his enthusiasm. “Alright then.”

You were sat on the swings, thoughts quietly running through your head as Atsumu rambled on and on about volleyball. “Y/N. Oi. Are you paying attention?” Atsumu asks, a sharp tone in his voice. You shrug away from your thoughts and smile sheepishly at Atsumu. “Sorry. I was daydreaming.” You say fixing your sitting position quickly. “Oh? Daydreaming about what, my darling?” Atsumu asks, leaning in closer. Your breath hitches at that nickname- he’s dangerously close to you- you’re pretty sure you’re about to faint at the proximity he’s in. “Nothing in particular.” You decide to mutter out, a feeling of warmth creeping in your cheeks. “Are you sure?” Atsumu asks again, and this time, his face is right above yours. You can smell him- he smelled like honeycakes and cologne. His breath is warm against yours, and if you lean in a bit more, you’re kissing. “Getting nervous, Y/N?” Atsumu chuckles lightly before pulling away, making you sigh in relief. “Shut up.”

y/n :0 tsumu tsumu tsumu are you ignoring me YOU’RE ONLINE ON IG BRO tsumuu read

You huff angrily at your phone. So he was on Instagram and clearly texting in the team group chat but he’s ignoring you? Piece of shit, you think to yourself as you head over on Instagram in an attempt to contact him again. You’re about to click on the DM icon when something catches your eye. Atsumu posted something new. A girl clinging on his shoulder. They’re… kissing.

“me and my girl ^__^“

Your heart nearly stops as you read over the caption again. Me and my girl. He surely meant as a friend right?- wait, they were kissing. Was this some kind of dream? Was this a joke? You choose not to like the picture and you shoved your phone away from you. Was he just playing with you? Was this all a sick, stupid game to him? You hiss quietly as you feel tears prick your eyes. You surely remembered having a connection- that night at the park. Was that nothing too?

You managed to get a bit of sleep last night- but you were still sleepy as fuck. It felt as if someone was stabbing your head over and over and the walls were closing in on you. Your eyes were still slightly red and puffy and splotches of foundation on your under-eyes were a shitty attempt at you covering up your dark eye bags. You tried your best to make it through class- it took almost all your willpower to not just flop asleep right then and there. Worse, you had volleyball practice with the boys. Today was the worst day to have volleyball practice, considering your… situation. You walked into the room with a heavy sigh and immediately sat down on one of the bleachers. Maybe Coach Kurosu could let you catch a wink of sleep. “H- Woah Y/N you look like the nun!” Osamu says once he’s seen you. You sigh, a hint of annoyance in your voice. “Just- warm-up or whatever. I’m okay.” You mutter, leaning back and snuggling into your backpack.

“Y/N~ You look ghostly my dear.”

Your eyes shoot open at that voice. The one that’s caused you pain, agony, and the voice that made you reconsider whether you were worth anything or not. “Hey. Hello.” Atsumu called out again, waving his hand in front of your face, trying to catch your attention. “Atsumu.” You could barely speak- all of the memories were rushing to your head, and you were definitely pissed off. “Come, let’s get you some water-” “Stop, Atsumu.” He was definitely surprised at the sharp tone of your voice. “Woah- what’s got your ass today?” Atsumu asks, chuckling. “Just stop it. I’m not a game for you to play- do I look like fucking Jumanji to you?” You say, standing up. You’re fuming- an indescribable feeling coursing through your veins. “Huh? What did Osamu do to you, heh-” Atsumu reaches out to touch your shoulder but you flinch. “Stop it. Why are you doing this? Acting like you care for me and shit.” You said, packing up your bags. “But Y/N, I do care for-” “No you don't! You flirt with me all the fucking time but you don’t actually make a move on me. And don’t you think I know about your little- girlfriend?” You snapped, glaring at him. “I’m so tired of this shit.” You say, tears finally pricking your eyes. “Y/N- I- I didn’t mean it like that,” Atsumu says, panic settling in his eyes.

“No, because you meant it like that. You wanted to flirt with me, to try and confuse me, and it’s so fucking tiring because I love you!” Atsumu freezes, and the whole team’s attention is diverted to you. “It’s so tiring, trying to love you because I know you won’t love me back. Instead, you play these stupid games with me and I fucking hate it!” You shout, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks. “I love you, and I don’t want to.” You say quietly. Atsumu is baffled- he has no idea of your feelings. “Y/N-” “Please, Atsumu. Don’t talk to me anymore.” You say, heartbroken.

In the end, he complied. You’ve seen him around in the halls, and once in a while, he would glance at you. You, of course, have moved on. He wasn’t important anyway, right? You’ve seen him stare at you- for an abnormally long time, and sometimes, you’ve seen him laugh more at your jokes. He’s in love with you. But he knows, because of a simple mistake, he’ll never have you. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll end up together in another life.

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the-chicken-or-the-banana · 4 years ago

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i had an idea i would love to see from your perspective (you're so good at andreil oh my god) if you wanted to write some stuff about it? i always wondered how andrew reacted when he first found neil missing after the binghampton game (starts pg 235 in the king's men). thoughts? (-- the ttyl blog <3)

omg i literally finished re-reading that scene before seeing your ask skjflsj ~ i hope you like this ! (i'm just realizing that i barely followed ur request and just rambled a lot but that's FINE 😬)

read it on ao3 here :)

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Andrew walked in line to the bus with the rest of the Foxes, mind going a million miles an hour behind his impassive expression.

"Thank you," Neil had said, eyes truer than Andrew had ever seen them. "You were amazing."

Andrew wasn't such a fool for Neil Josten that he couldn't figure out there was something more happening under the surface, something bigger than just an Exy shutout, that he wasn't telling anyone. Something forcing truth out of him.

Neil looked scared.

Apparently, no one else received the memo, because behind him, Matt Boyd kept kicking at Andrew's heels and Andrew could nearly see the nosy smile on Reynold's face. Boyd's voice was drowned out by the cacophony of both jeers and shouts of approval coming from all around them, but he had no doubts that Boyd was fishing for information surrounding his and Neil's "not this" to settle a bet of some sort.

Andrew didn't really care. He was more focused on leaving Binghamton, getting some answers out of Neil, and then kissing him senseless.

Of course, Andrew had no plans to tell Neil of that last item on the list, but he was sure he (and everyone else, apparently) knew anyway.

Maybe not Nicky, though. For all his cousin boasted about having an "incredible gaydar," he tended to be a bit clueless about Andrew.

Andrew's eyes were unfocused, gazing at the bounce of Neil's red curls while his thoughts wandered around nothing at all.

Nothing? his mind mused unhelpfully. Or Neil? Or is that one in the same now?

Shut up, he huffed internally. I hate him.

Lost in his head, it was only until he heard a pained curse from Aaron that he jerked straight and saw the world burning around him.

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Andrew's vision went red.

He nearly would have broken out of line and straight into the tidal wave of rioters had he not noticed the police trying to push back the crowd. He had never trusted the pigs, but Andrew supposed he could let them handle the mess until he'd gotten a chance to check on Aaron at the bus.

He had nearly fooled himself with that thought when an ice cooler sailed through the air and missed Danielle's face by an inch. An enraged shout came from Andrew's right, and he could feel the familiar heat of adrenaline in his stomach that always came when he and Renee sparred.

There was going to be a fight.

No sooner than he had that thought, the crowd around him exploded into madness, nearly running the Foxes over. Andrew may have been ready to throw some punches, but he was not at all prepared for the onslaught of unfamiliar bodies piling on him. Moving around him. Touching him.

Andrew couldn't breathe.

He lost sight of Neil's head in the mess, hoping one of the security guards would bring Neil to safety while Andrew tried to ground himself. What had Bee taught him?

What is your name? Andrew Minyard.

How old are you? 20 years old.

What is upsetting you? Hands. Everywhere.

Can you do something about it? Yes. I can move now.

He felt the glancing blow of someone's elbow on his face, nearly hitting his eye. It was sure to bruise later, but for now, the sharp pain mixed with Bee's words were enough to shake Andrew out of his stupor.

He ducked to the left, neatly missing a thrown shoe and was grateful to his limited stature for once. He kept an eye out for a flash of red, the glint of blue eyes, but seeing that Neil was nearly as short as Andrew himself, the effort was futile.

He'll be fine, Andrew thought. Find Nicky, Aaron, and Kevin, and get to the bus.

To his surprise (or maybe not), Andrew found Reynolds trading fierce blows with someone twice her size, Renee at her back. He caught Renee's glance and she gave him a firm nod of reassurance.

He nodded back, already swiveling to find the rest of his group.

After a few minutes, he spotted Nicky and Kevin huddled together, slowly moving to the edge of the crowd. He caught up and grabbed Nicky's wrist, who jerked away and reared his hand back for a punch before realizing it was Andrew.

Despite it all, Andrew felt a thrum of satisfaction. A few years ago, Nicky had let people beat him down over and over again. At least now he was learning to fight back.

"Oh thank god," Nicky cried, catching Kevin's attention, before his eyes widened. He reached out, remembering himself at the last second. "Andrew... your face, what happened?"

Andrew shrugged. He'd been through worse.

Nicky looked like he wanted to say something, but Kevin cursed loudly and began pushing out of the sea of bodies with renowned vigor.

"It's getting more violent and more people are joining," Kevin said, voice strained. "We need to get out and regroup at the bus."

"Aaron?" Andrew asked. Nicky glanced around a few moments before pointing to his right.

"There!" he exclaimed, and motioned to Kevin to go in that direction. Kevin nodded and they made their way over to Aaron, who was ducking under beer bottles and was nearly smacked in the face by a PSU banner.

"Aaron!" Kevin called, and Aaron's shoulders dropped with relief as he swerved a growing fight and made his way over to them.

Andrew scanned his brother quickly and, after seeing no visible injuries, motioned to start back towards the parking lot. They made their way over to the bus and found Boyd and Danielle standing, the former looking like he'd just lost a fight with a mountain lion.

Danielle was gripping his arm as Abby tended to his wounds, but Andrew heard her say he might need to go to the hospital for the more serious injuries. Boyd looked pained at the thought, but when he glanced up and caught Andrew's eye, he smiled and waved them over.

"Andrew, here," Abby said, noticing his injury. He took an ice pack from her and glanced around.

"Where's Neil?" he asked, choosing to ignore the suggestive look between Boyd and Danielle. Abby shrugged and opened her mouth before her eyes caught on something behind Andrew and she waved.

Andrew turned around to find Renee and Reynolds walking proudly towards them. Reynolds had a mosaic of bruises all over her, and Renee was holding her wrist precariously.

Abby sighed and began treating them as Wymack rounded the front of the bus and finally found his team.

Not the whole team, a ringing voice said in Andrew's head. Neil isn't here yet.

Which was odd, no? He had a security guard in front of him, surely he would have made it here first? Perhaps Wymack had seen him and taken him somewhere. Maybe he was already safe in the bus and Abby hadn’t noticed him.

Andrew pushed past Danielle and boarded the bus, walking the length of it but not finding a loudmouthed striker in its shadows. His stomach became knotted with a curious feeling he slowly identified as dread.

Andrew was at the door of the bus again. He looked at Wymack.

"Where. Is. Neil." he demanded. He saw Wymack's confused expression and before he even said anything, Andrew felt his heart stop.

"I don't know. I thought he was with you."

Reynold's knowing smirk gave way to uncertainty as the rest of the Foxes quieted. There was silence for a moment. Two.

Then Andrew threw his ice pack on the floor and raced back into the heart of the riot.

«««———»»»

He ignored the shouts coming from behind him, his mind an endless loop of Neil, Neil, Neil, is he safe, has he been hurt, he was supposed to be nothing, NEIL

After a few minutes of searching and more than a few near punches, the police finally regained some control over the situation and Andrew was able to scour the grounds for any hint of where Neil might be.

He saw the racquet first. The duffle bag was a few meters away from it.

Numbly, Andrew picked up both items, grabbing Neil's phone as it fell from the netted side pocket.

0, it said.

Andrew felt a piercing emptiness when he saw Neil's things without their rightful owner beside them.

He slowly walked back to the Foxes' bus, head pounding but unable to really register the dwindling fight behind him. And when the Foxes finally came in view, he saw the confusion on their faces when they saw no Neil walking with him.

Andrew mentally ran through everything that he knew. Neil was scared. He was running from someone, someone Kevin knew about? A zero on his phone from an unnamed number — a countdown, perhaps. He would never leave his things unattended, so maybe he wanted to tell Andrew he had been taken unwillingly, knowing that Andrew would never leave without him.

There was something he was missing, some vital piece of information that Neil hadn't told him that was causing this mess.

The guilty look on Kevin's face told Andrew everything he needed to know. He knew something.

He dumped Neil's things on the ground by Wymack's feet, mentally assessing himself. His cheek throbbed, each breath he took was sticky with sweat, his heart was pounding.

Neil was gone.

Andrew felt such a blind hot rage at that, the likes of which he hadn't felt in so long, the type where he felt like laughing at how cruel the world could be.

And before he could tell his body to stop, Andrew's hands were around Kevin's throat.

«««———»»»

"Shit Andrew! You're hurting— " "Andrew, stop— " "Get off of— "

«««———»»»

Andrew couldn't remember what happened after that, not immediately at least. It was a bit disorienting, going from a perfect recollection to being so overrun by anger that his mind went blank. Was this how everyone else felt all the time? He felt like someone just took out a Jenga piece from his mind, like it was close to collapsing.

Distantly, he recalled being yanked off of Kevin as he gasped some explanation about a mob boss, Kengo's right hand man, Nathaniel Wesninski. But none of it mattered. Andrew had broken his promise. He had hurt the person he had vowed to protect, just like so many had done to him.

And he still didn't have Neil.

«««———»»»

Neil used to make the emptiness a bit fuller, a bit easier to manage, Andrew thought. It felt so impossible to navigate himself now without Neil by Andrew's side.

«««———»»»

There was a hospital. A hotel. There were FBI agents. The news turned on. Off. On. There was another hotel. Handcuffs. Taken away.

«««———»»»

There was Nathaniel Neil. Standing in front of him. Blue eyes, wild hair, bandages unable to hide how irresistible he was, unable to stop the jolt in Andrew's heart.

There was Neil. And everything felt right again.

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tempestsreach-blog · 3 years ago

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Fuck Diet Culture

This is going to be long. It’s going to be rambly. It’s going to be sad. It’s going to be angry. There’s going to be language some people don’t like. I can’t NOT talk about it though.

Fuck diet culture. Let me say that again. Fuck. Diet. Culture. It has taken such a huge chunk out of my life. I have lost pieces of myself I’m not sure I’ll ever get back. The only way to heal is to go through. I can’t go back. I have to move forward. But I can’t do it quietly. I can’t hide. I can’t live in the same shame I’ve spent the last 40 years in. Literally. 40 years of my life wasted to this. I can’t bear to live the back half of my life in the same way. What the hell is the point? I’m not going to write this in any particular order because all of the thoughts and feelings swimming around are snapshots of things in my life that diet culture has broken in me or stolen from me. A lot of you aren’t going to agree with me. That’s okay. Truly. This is about ME. This is to help ME heal. You can talk to me about your struggles, your diets, your ups and downs, your successes and whatnot. I am here for you in all of it. But I won’t diet with you anymore. Never again.

Currently I am having severe knee pain. One knee is worse than the other, but both are bad. I should go to the doctor. I should have gone to the doctor years ago for it. Want to know why I didn’t? My weight. I have injuries from overuse and over exercise and I am terrified that I am going to go to the doctor and the first words they’re going to say are “Well, if you lost 20, 30, 40, 50 pounds, it probably wouldn’t hurt so much.” instead of listening to me, examining me, scanning my knees and HELPING me. I don’t feel this way irrationally. This shit happens. I am in pain. I don’t know how to get help without being told to go on another diet that will not work.

Because diets don’t work. Not long term. I am excellent at losing weight! I’ve done it over and over and over. Then I stop restricting, counting, starving, and pushing myself. Then my body says “What the fuck were you doing?” and puts it back. I lost the ability years ago to know whether I’m actually hungry or not. I eat too fast when I do eat because if I snarf it down super fast I can get it in before my brain says “You’ve had too much. Did you count those calories? How many miles on a treadmill will you do to make up for that? Did you actually earn this meal?”

Every time. Every meal. Every morsel.

I have never been officially diagnosed with an eating disorder. Only been told by therapists and psychiatrists that I definitely engage in disordered eating.

No shit.

Every diet under the sun. Cabbage soup. Phen Fen. Weight watchers (MULTIPLE TIMES), TOPS, Noom, My Fitness Pal calorie counting, intermittent fasting, and every whacky bullshit thing in between promising results. I’ve purchased fancy scales. I’ve even tried one that wouldn’t show you your weight, but the color of your progress in the app. Here’s a hint… if you gain, your color is black like death. I’ve failed a million times and I’ve blamed myself. I am the failure. So I hate my body a little more every day and I stress about how I’m going to NOT pass my disordered eating and my food issues onto my kids. My stress levels are through the roof and 98% of it is diet culture related. What the fuck is that about? Every time I start a program I hit it hard. Last time I tried anything involving tracking or counting I was so starving by the time I got home from work that I almost ripped a child’s head off (not literally OBVIOUSLY) but I screamed at her at the top of my lungs because she hurt my feelings. It wasn’t until after finally allowing myself to eat another morsel of food that I realized I was hangry.

Why is living in a larger body not acceptable? We all talk about diversity and equality as though we believe it with our whole hearts, but that doesn’t cross over to fat. Or skinny if we’re really being honest. How many times have you heard or seen online “Oh my god, she’s so skinny. Feed her a damn cheeseburger! She looks anorexic.” I know I have. I know I’ve said those words. I will punch myself in the gut if I ever say them again.

Every body is different. We are supposed to be. Let’s not BLAME genetics like it’s a bad thing. Let’s realize that it’s what nature has intended. My father is over 6 feet tall and a large man. He’s just a big man. He went on Nutri System when I was young, lost a ton of weight, and put a bunch back on over the years because he is a big man. My mother was not tall, but was always large. I hated her body because HER PARENTS told her all the time she was fat and unworthy and cautioned me not to grow up to be like her in any way. Even when she was poor and homeless she was still large. That was the way her body was. I wonder how different her life might have been if the size of her body hadn’t been a factor in the way she was raised or treated. How might that have made my life different?

I know a lot of you are probably rolling your eyes at me right now about being vocal about another health plan or saying to yourself “just because you have trouble with diets doesn’t mean they don’t work” I know there are people close to me thinking “She just always gets excited when she discovers a new diet, that’s probably what this is.” NO.

This is me finally realizing that I can heal and healing doesn’t mean I need to weigh 157 pounds. (That’s the weight limit for women my height to enter the air force when I did in 1992) This is me finally realizing that I’ve been lying about the weight on my drivers license for 30 years because gods forbid anyone saw my real weight on that document. This is me realizing that I’ve spent my life trying to live up to other people’s ideals of what I should look like because I assumed they wouldn’t like me otherwise. This is me realizing how much unintentional harm I could have been doing when sharing another diet, another idea, another bout of “well this is working really well for me!” with people I care about. This is me realizing how much damage I’ve been doing to myself living with this level of shame for 40 years. Hiding what I’m doing. Suffering in silence. Hiding food. Restricting. Binging. Over exercising to compensate. Spending money on one last diet. Spending emotional energy on one last hope. We were in Las Vegas for what was supposed to be a fun vacation last week and I was so hot and miserable and so steeped in hating my body because my painful knees were betraying me that my internal monologue was a never ending loop of “I’ll hit weight watchers REALLY HARD when we get home and get rid of this weight, then I’ll figure out my knees and work on maintenance” Let me say that again, clearly. I struggled to enjoy my vacation because I was obsessing about restricting food AFTER my vacation. One last time. One last meal.

BULLSHIT.

We walked by shops with weird and pretty fashion dresses. (I freely admit I don’t understand fashion) the husband and I would both point out ones we thought were pretty. My brain would get stuck on “Yeah, but they don’t make them in my size” or “Yeah, that would NOT look good on me. It looks fine on that size 0 mannequin” Pretty on other people. Other people are pretty. Not me. Diet culture is pervasive and all consuming. In big ways and little ways. I’m 5 ft 9. I’m not a tiny person at any weight. I’ve always been told I’m too big. Even when I sit, I slouch a little and/or tuck my legs and feet up under me to try to make myself appear smaller and less invasive. This is subconscious. I don’t always realize I’m doing it until my knees remind me. Most of my life has been things that get in the way of my diets. “I should start the diet today, but it’ll have to wait until next week because so and so’s birthday is this week and I want to be able to enjoy that.” or “It’s late fall, I should just start now but first there’s my birthday, and then Thanksgiving, and December happens and there’s all kinds of treats then. Better wait until January, but not the first because that’s new year’s...maybe the following Monday.” or the ever popular “I already had a bad eating day today, I’m a failure. Why bother? Fuck it. I’ll try again tomorrow.” That one was always followed by binging because of the last supper mentality. If I’m starting a diet tomorrow I better eat EVERYTHING NOW. This is how I’ve lived my whole life. The time not spent dieting was just the time in between diets where I was planning my next diet. So much life wasted. The only time I was not actively dieting or planning the next diet or suffering from “I’m just too exhausting to put effort into food right now” was during my 4 pregnancies. I let myself eat whatever and whenever because I was nauseous all the time anyway and something in my brain made me fuel my body for the babies. When the youngest was born and the on call doctor who delivered her told me I was too fat to have my tubes tied I definitely started planning diets again in that moment. I believe now, years later, that my diet and diet culture ruined mind and body is part of what kept me from being as successful at nursing the kids as I wished I had been. I assumed my body was broken and not good enough for my babies. The last time I lost a LOT of weight it was because I didn’t want to ruin someone’s wedding pictures. True story. This was nothing that person felt or anything they told me. IT’s what my brain said to me. It’s how I de-valued myself. There are very few current pictures of me now because I’ve been stuck in a place where I feel shame when I see them. When I’m dead, memories and pictures are all my kids and grandkids will have, and I hate myself too much to let anyone take them. That’s not okay.

I dream about food. I daydream about food. Food I “shouldn’t” eat. Food I “should” eat. When to eat. When not to eat. Every spare ounce of energy is spent thinking about food or hating myself which leads to more thinking about food. I am not in a place where I can prepare dinner for my family right now because it’s too hard to put that much energy into food. I force myself to pick the recipes from the app and get the shopping done via instacart so all anyone else has to do is pull up the recipe and make the food. If I’m looking at the ingredients or trying to prep anything I stare at every individual thing debating whether or not I “should” eat it. This is going to take me a long time to break free from. Today I finally feel like I CAN break free. There is nothing wrong with being in a large body or a small body. Food is not good or bad. Food is food. I have to say these things. I have to repeat them to myself or I fall down the rabbit hole again. None of this is work anyone can do for me. I have to live it. I have to work through it. I have to figure it out. If you read this far, my statement stands. If you’re on a diet, I will listen to your woes and hold your hand and I will not judge you for it. This was very hard to write because I am certain some of you who believe in diets, ways of life, and wellness eating may block me now because I spoke my mind. I’ve clung so tight to the people I love and refrained from being honest and speaking my mind for fear of abandonment. I’ll have to live with it if that’s the case here, because people sometimes need to do what’s best for them. Airing this out is one of those things for me. It’s a scary thing for sure. I also want to say that I’m happy for this to lead to discussion. I’m not going to shut anyone down for wanting to talk to me about this. I am always open to learn new information and see different perspectives. Just know that if I’m emotional and feeling a lot of strong things about how my life has been up to this point, and I am entitled to believe what I believe just as you all are. I’m happy to share sources and books I’ve been reading on the subject. They are not diet books.

Here’s to doing better from here on out.

Here’s to finally being free.

#intuitive eating #anti diet #mental health #fuck diet culture

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atalante241 · 4 years ago

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A Dream SMP SBI focused AU where all of SBI is related and everybody in the fam know it, except Tommy.

Tommy just assumes that they’re really close friends or some shit, and Wilbur calling Phil dad sometimes is an inside joke between the two.

Like growing up they were a really weird family where all of them had like, their own house/building and they just vibed. Like Tommy was raised by Phil but he doesn’t really remember it (like, can you remember anything from when u were 0-5 yrs old? Cause I sure can’t.) and he was given his own building thing when he was like 5 nearing 6, through that ended up being left alone more. And it was purely by accident, and he started hearing Wil and Techno reffed to Phil as just “Phil”, so he started doing it.

Along time it completely slips his mind that they’re family and not just a very small gated close community, and as I said before they’re a weird ass family Phil leaves on exoditions sometimes. He even might take Wil or Techno along on chance, but not Tommy bc that is a straight up child. Sometimes the trips take months but Tommy isn’t bothered, why should he be bothered that his neighbors leave for months on end sometimes. So the now 7 yr old takes care of himself all alone, and he doesn’t see this as weird bc the rest of SBI doesn’t see it as weird. He just legit thinks that straight up children can live alone and be just fine.

This one time a creeper blows up his house, and because he’s got no clue on how to repair it he just makes a dirt shack. But he thinks it looks ugly (OOC I know) so he carves out this hill and lives in there, and that how he develops a habit of building his homes in hills and mountains. Also when he’s bored he starts mining and accidentally creates these basically ant tunnels that travel underneath the big ass clearing the SBI lives in, there’s also at least one tunnel that goes into/near one of the buildings the SBI have separately.

Tommy doesn’t feel neglected because he doesn’t realize that he should, being left alone for months. He doesn’t feel bad about spending most of his b-days alone because he thinks that he has no friends, and the people around him are just his neighbors and shouldn’t come to the random kids b-day party. He also doesn’t realize that usually ppl have to pay some kind of tax to live in a house somewhere, he jus thinks that u just build a house somewhere and thats it.

He’s kind of is close to Wilbur, but it’s more in the way of saying hi to someone as you pass them but never interacting with them. He gets closer to Wilbur through the drug business.

(Tommy meets Tubbo at the SMP, but they had been pen pals for 6 yrs. They got connected through a magazine that advertised pen pals and how it’d get you one, it worked and they became friends. Tubbo also knows of the fact that Tommy lived alone, and is on the same page as Tommy about the family.)

At 15 (nearing 16) he leaves for the SMP, he waves the rest of the SBI goodbye because for some bizarre reason they all came out to say bye to him based on the one thing he said to Wilbur about leaving. At the SMP things go like normal, except new conflict rises from Tommy simply not paying his taxes. Dream goes to confront him with some other people that tagged along just for the fun of it, only for it to turn into a giant ass street fight because: Dream thinks Tommy’s bullshitting not knowing what taxes are because he knows Tommy didn’t lie to him about living alone before (he believes him bc he knows how to do household chores and up keeping), and Tommy thinks Dream’s just trying to exploit him because he thinks he’s some stupid kid. Said street fight that lasted 2h became know as “The Tax Scrap”, as it was a scrap and in led to taxes being demolished completely so no one had to pay them.......there was a party held for Tommy because of it.

After Tommy turned 16 around the summer months Wilbur comes and they do the whole drug shit and independence, they get way close doing so but not nearly “brother” close. Wilbur’s sad about this because he thinks that Tommy’s mad at him and the rest of SBI for leaving him alone during all of their trips, while Wilbur’s angsting Tommy’s all “I’m so very happy. And I’m getting super close with my old neighbor, this is great! Hey the whole of the SMP looke at the man named Wilbur Soot and know that I’m in no way related to him but we’re just old neighbors!!”. Yeeeh, Tommy unconsciously lets everyone know that they’re just old neighbors. Unknowingly hurting Wilbur because he thinks Tommy doesn’t want anything to do with them and is just acting civil, so he tries to be like 10x friendlier. They become great friends.

Everything happens pretty much the same except Wilbur trusts Tommy less while in the ravine because he still thinks that he hates them, he and Techno also have a angst session while Tommy’s asleep bc they think he hates them. This is before the Vilbur and Festival (the angst session). During the Pit scene Wil says something along the lines of “He hates you, look—look at him. He despises you, look how..—how angry he is!” After the 16th Phil wants to talk to Tommy about everything and make sure he’s alright (Very OOC of him, I know.) but is deterred by Techno telling him how Tommy “hates” them, and that he refuses to acknowledge them as family.

Sometimes Ghostbur slips and calls Tommy his little brother, Tommy’s shocked because did that mean that Alivebur saw him as some kind of little brother figure? He’s very flattered and totally doesn’t hug Ghostbur out of embarrassment. Ghostbur sometimes slips infront of people that aren’t Tommy and that leads to a lot of confused people and a rumor mill (that’s actually true for once) that Tommy and Wilbur were actually brothers, while wisiting or maybe through the msg’s Ranboo asks Tommy about it and receives the anwser that Tommy and Wilbur weren’t brothers but Tommy’s pretty sure that Wilbur saw him as one, at least he assumes from Ghsotbur’s ramblings. Ranboo tells this to people and it leads to a lot of aww’s because adorable, and then those aww’s turn sad bc Ghostbur exists.

Everything goes the same as canon except after Tommy betrays Techno, Techno during the moment he and Tommy are yelling at each other while tnt’s exploding -making it impossibly hard to hear them and messing with the animatic audios- yells something about Tommy being his brother and betraying him. And that leads to Tommy saying something like “Did you really see us as that close...” and now he feels sad bc the friend he betrayed was so attached to him that he saw him as a brother figure, but that sets Techno off more bc Tommy still denounces them as family in his eyes and he’s pissed bc of it. So they start fighting, eventually Phil stops to watch them. He’s also pissed at Tommy for the same reasons, during the fight Tommy gets like super injured or something but neither Techno or Phil want to kill him before they get to know the full reasons as to why he disowned them.

That leads to angsty as hell dialogue that breaks everyone’s hearts, and the whole gang realizing that Tommy didn’t even KNOW that they were family. It’s silent after that (not really there’s like 50 withers still around and explosions are happening left and right, but u get the point), idk how it all ends put it has something like this.

Tommy gets hugged

He’s still bleeding so it hurts and he’s kinda dying

Bc Techno and Phil are sad and kinda want to start over (and let’s be honest no one in that family is fully sane) they figure GhostInnit would be easier to deal with, also they’re still mad at him so they stab him

While also hugging him, it’s real messed up

Some people witness it and are kinda creeped out because to them it looks like two ppl that aren’t particularly close to Tommy are just hugging him after they stabbed him as if they cared

Through some magical power of teamwork and friendship the ppl fighting for L’Manburg (rip) get Tommy away from them, and some other crap happens the two have to flee. Later on Ranboo goes to live with them (fuck yes to that, that boy deserves peace. But fuck Phil adopting him It’ll all go to hell. Have you seen Phil’s other two kids +Tubbo??) but stil travels to the SMP bc I refuse for his friendship to end with Tommy and Tubbo, he kinda carries the news of GhostInnit existing to them unintentionally. So the leads to a game of extreme hide n’ seek where Tommy doesn’t know he’s supposed to hide so people literally just shove him into closets, rooms and houses all willy nilly. The whole servers in on it except Dream who just looks at all of them like that one meme. (No, I do not know what I’m referencing but I know at least 70% your pictures something)

The end vibe: Happy GhostInnit vibing with friends while the whole server is playing hide and seek him as the hider w/out him knowing, if Techno and Phil get him they’re gonna have so much family bonding and consequently make Tommy mad at the server bc he thinks thy were keeping him from his fam on reason, when they’re were just actually trying to keep him away from the two anarchists that were after him for some reason bc they didn’t know about the fam crap. GhostInnit doesn’t know they’re family bc it was kind of a bad memory him dying, he remembers everyone but not the bad things that have happened with them.

(Cross-posted off of Ao3, fics inspired by this one

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28894026

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30526023 )

#241 writing #dream smp au #Dream SMP #tommyinnit dream smp #technoblade dream smp #wilbur soot dream smp #philza dream smp #ghostinnit

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mallowstep · 4 years ago

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okay i mentioned this to you on discord but i didn't go into it but. okay. okay. the au where mistyfoot is hawk, moth, and tadpole's mother. this has been just. it's been chewing on my brain and i don't know when i'm going to write it so since u gave me a blank canvas, i'm going to ramble about it for as long as i can.

cw: implied/referenced sexual assault; brief suicidal ideation; standard tigerclan content (abuse, child abuse, starvation, dehumanization, etc.); referenced force feeding

okay oh my gosh okay. this has. so obviously i've been thinking about riverclan lately. a lot. it's rcam. anyway. i don't want. i'm trying to get to the point and not loop around aimlessly for two hundred words but okay but okay. anyway.

i've been thinking of all the different ways i can deeply traumatize misty, storm, and feather. and maybe stone. maybe i'll let stone live at some point. that'd be fun.

right so i've been thinking of that and my ideas are all over the place. i'm going to let primrosepaw live at some point. at one point i'm going to have stormpaw, and maybe primrosepaw or reedpaw (and...what's the other one? is it perchpaw or pikepaw? whatever) the point is i'll have some collection of stormpaw and some or all of mistyfoot's kits escape but not misty and feather so we can do survivor's guilt and.

anyway so i was writing the excerpt for the primrosepaw is definitely there au (it's kind of not Tethered because most of these aren't mutually incompatible like that au could be any of the others), and tigerstar has that dialogue about kits yeah?

so when i was writing it, i was thinking about just. he's trying to dehumanize all of them, right? that's his goal with that line. he's separating mistyfoot from her kits, trying to erase the meaning of their relationships. that's like. that's what i was considering when i was writing it.

buuuuuuut. y'know. my brain is chewing on it. and it just. hm. Hm. what if. what If tadpole, moth, and hawk were misty and tiger kits. hm. hmm. hm.

and so i am just instantly. very on board with this. there's so much potential.

so i Think the point of canon divergence is the rescue attempt. i haven't decided if stormpaw is successfully rescued or not. featherpaw doesn't for reasons i'm circling around to, but stormpaw may or may not. it certainly Matters in a broad sense but i haven't made up my mind, and i doubt i'm going to write Multiple aus about this. i mean i might u never know but it'd b like writing an alternate stolag: i mean i suppose i Could but it would feel weird.

okay almost burnt my dinner i said i'm very this has just been slowly rotting my brain out. i like Angst and it's been a while since i've written any.

okay there was fmtws but really that got me started. i'm not a fluff person. and y'all know that by now.

so Back On Topic. so Anyway after the rescue attempt fails/partially fails, tigerstar takes his anger out at the apprentices being Alive on featherpaw and she gets to. uh. help tigerclan practice fighting.

"Let me see her," Mudfur hissed. "No," Tigerstar said. "I've told you." Mudfur growled. Featherpaw dragged herself to her feet, and Mistyfoot glanced back at her. They would leave they would leave they would leave and then she could lie down again and try not to think. "You're not my leader," Mudfur said, and Featherpaw winced. Mistyfoot could see what was going on, but she was sitting still as a stone. Mudfur pressed into their — Mudfur pressed in, laying a wrapped bundle at Mistyfoot's feet. "Let me—" "No," Mistyfoot said. "Just go." Mudfur dipped his head. Tigerstar's steps moved away from them, but the shouts and arguments surrounding Mudfur were just buzzing noise in Featherpaw's head. She made out, "She's going to die," and she thought, that wouldn't be the worst thing.

thank You featherpaw. you will suffer for the au as a whole. anyway this takes place...i'm not Quite sure but mistyfoot does have a reason for not letting mudfur in. and that reason is she is in Denial about being pregnant.

if mudfur comes in he'll know (i have not forgotten that cats can smell unlike the erins), and mistyfoot is acting in denial. altho she rationalizes it to herself as being for mudfur's protection: runningnose is a medicine cat too, and so tigerstar could off mudfur without much effort.

(also i tend to mix up mudfur and mudclaw sometimes understand i am talking about the riverclan medicine cat, not the windclan deputy. i just mistype them sometimes.)

anyway so she has a legitimate reason (mudfur's continual survival, which is better for her and featherpaw longterm), and she does not want mudfur to know.

yeah.

all in all, this happens before the great battle. mistyfoot fights in it (again, denial), featherpaw and stormpaw are reunited (yes i think i made up my mind), (wait maybe stonefur lives too, and then both pairs of siblings reconnect, and stonefur is like "oh Shit" and. okay yes. maybe. i don't know.)

(there's a Lot. ohh maybe. wait best of both worlds okay. mistyfoot Thinks stonefur is dead. but stonefur doesn't get a proper burial but at the same time riverclan is Not going to go for their deputy on bonepile and even if they do go for it, they're not going to stripe his bones nor are they going to let a Physical Cat Corpse rot in camp. so when firestar and greystripe rescue stormpaw, stormpaw Insists they go back for his body, and then they realize he's Alive but obviously mistyfoot doesn't know.)

(there then i get the Best of both worlds. and stonefur and feathertail are in the Chronic Pain club.)

(also the thing w/ fighting is also what happens in "someday when the world is much brighter". not that Particular scene or in that Particular way, but it does happen. i mean almost exactly in that particular way. but that scene is from a different fic.)

anyway okay moving on i did add too much chili powder to my dinner but that's fine i'm still not over when someone refused to give me more harissa because "it's spicy" like yes i know i guarantee my mom makes it spicier.

back on topic sorry. i've been writing this as i do other things bc i have so much to say about this and i don't want to wait for tomorrow to share this because it's been just Rotting away my brain.

anyway so siblings reunite. it's...terse. it's complicated.

there's some parallels going on right? like because both featherpaw and stormpaw are basically in the mindset of looking after their mentors (which mistyfoot and stonefur feel Terrible about), everyone has survivor's guilt (i don't know what to call like, survivor's guilt when it's not actually survivor's guilt so if someone has a correct word please let me know) except for Maybe featherpaw.

featherpaw might be the Only one here who doesn't have survivor's guilt. i don't really want to explore the one way she could end up with it. that's past my comfort level at the moment.

but stormpaw and mistyfoot are the most physically healthy, and stormpaw and stonefur escaped.

stormpaw: i have not been hurt by this in any way

everyone around stormpaw: you have definitely been hurt by this

stormpaw: i have not been hurt by this in any way

stormpaw and featherpaw become warriors, leopardstar makes mistyfoot deputy (because stonefur is still recovering and also no longer wants the position. mistyfoot doesn't either but she's in denial and she doesn't want anyone else to have it. mistyfoot is visibly pregnant and still kind of in denial at this point. like it's been at least a moon and she is refusing to talk about it.)

right so i think stormpaw's name is going to be stormheart because i don't know it was always weird to me that stormfur and stonefur have the same suffix. like given Everything that's going on it feels weird to me. ig it'd actually be less weird in this, given that stonefur is still alive, but do you know How Close stonefur and stormfur are. they're one consonant cluster off. they're One consonant cluster off.

so leopardstar names him stormheart. feathertail can keep her name because it's pretty.

mistyfoot is a moon away from kitting. she refuses to talk about it. to anyone. whatsoever.

feathertail and stonefur decide to stage an intervention.

(they leave stormheart out not because he's not part of the found family, but because mistyfoot literally will not tolerate a single word about this. like a single word. like she will growl at you if you look at her stomach for too long.

so given the fairly high odds that mistyfoot gets violent, they keep stormheart out of it. she's the least likely to attack stonefur and feathertail.

stormheart finds out about this later and is like "do you guys realize if this went south you had absolutely 0 control over the situation. like what are you guys going to do. you incapable of doing anything to stop her if something goes wrong."

feathertail is like "yes. that's the point."

feathertail is both kind of right and also very internally messed up from being used for "training" when she wasn't allowed to fight back. feathertail also hates if you call her by just her prefix. she does not tell anyone this. misty is aware of this, and she tells stone and storm, and riverclan does eventually figure it out. plus it's not like feathertail is close enough to anyone else for them to call her "feather".

okay i'm getting off topic sorry i've been working on a tpb thing for swtwimb, and the one scene i have is cats making fun of her for not fighting back (again she is not allowed to they might kill her if she does), so they call her "featherkit" and that eventually gets brought down to feather and i'm rambling anyway On topic again.)

so stonefur and feathertail are like. "mistyfoot you are like. a half moon away from kitting. it is impairing your ability to do warrior duties. you need to like. acknowledge this."

anyway after a very terse conversation. after a veeery terse conversation, where mistyfoot is like. very close to just absolutely abandoning riverclan. they get her to admit that yes she is pregnant and yes she needs to stop doing warrior duties for the moment.

she wasn't exactly Healthy when she was pregnant because even tho tigerstar made a Point of making her like. eat enough to be healthy and also not violently attacking her. she had still been starved for...idk long enough for her ribs to show. i'm not sure what the exact timeline on this is yet.

also then After Tigerclan she did not eat as much as she should have because (a) denial and (b) she had been forcefed and so now she's. not doing that.

oh wow i've written long enough for my grammar checker to turn off again. that hasn't happened in ages.

all bets are off from here on out re grammar and spelling.

okay so mistyfoot isn't going to move into the nursery. i believe mosspelt has had a litter of 3 kits, or will have one as we see in asir, but mistyfoot isn't. she's not moving into it. stone, misty, storm, and feathertail share a den. no one else is allowed into it for Any Reason.

so anyway, they expand the den. riverclan as a whole might? i'm not sure who's good at weaving bc i don't have headcanons for this time period. probably not feathertail, but possibly stonefur. hm. anyway, they expand the den, mistyfoot will raise the kits in this den, everyone is on board with this.

mostly because it's this or mistyfoot like. runs away. which obviously no one wants. riverclan is on the side of...the four? riverclan is on the side of the four. even if they're not like, even though the four don't trust them, feathertail and misty especially (stone and storm tolerate it much better). but even tho things are complicated, riverclan is certainly going to do actions. they're certainly going to try to demonstrate their support.

okay so mistyfoot gives birth to her kits, and she is. not feeling good. about it. she's feeling terrible about it actually. she's feeling terrible about things. she doesn't want to name them.

usuuually in this situation, after the queens (collective) decided its in the best interest of the kits to be raised by someone other than their birth mother, the kits would be given to another queen.

but see. feathertail, stonefur, and stormheart are All attatched to these kits. deeply attatched to them. and mistyfoot is not willing to give them up either.

so mistyfoot isn't willing to give them up to another riverclan queen, and feathertail, stone, and storm all Want to raise them, and also don't want to give them to another queen.

the queens confer with mudfur that it is absolutely the worst possible thing they could do to forcibly remove the kits from mistyfoot. like that is the Worst option. they'd be lucky to get the kits alive, feathertail and mistyfoot are likely to abandon riverclan, and if misty and feathertail abandon riverclan, stone and storm will follow.

they're stuck in a standstill for a while. the four eventually do name them hawkkit, mothkit, and tadpolekit. the kits are about a moon old and ready to be weaned. mistyfoot is still extremely tense about the affair, but she's willing to part with them. she's able to recognize that's in the best interest of the kits, mosspelt's litter is about the same age, moving them into the nursery is going to give them a more normal upbringing, everyone is on the same page.

feathertail, who's having a lot of self worth issues, decides that moving into the nursery is her best bet for clan usefulness (which (a) feathertail you cannot keep up with kits and (b) the whole Place she's in is bad to begin with), moves in with them.

the kits decide feathertail is their mother now (they're old enough to understand that she didn't give birth to them, altho i haven't decided if they remember misty as their mother and if they're told any information re their birth parents depends exactly What kind of angst i want to write), and feathertail is. okay with this.

unlike asir, she's not blindsided with the tigerstar-is-their-father reveal, so she does have some issues with hawkkit reminding her of tigerstar, he's not really her Big Bad Trauma Nightmares. she has way more issues with the riverclan warriors directly involved in her abuse.

anyway, i don't know what happens tnp era stuff. i haven't gotten that far yet. maybe this will be another au where hawk and/or moth is a prophecy cat. i'm not sure. i haven't gotten farther than this.

but here you go i started writing this like an hour and a half ago and while i did stop to eat, i also just finally put everything i have for this au on one page and i hope and pray that will stave off the brainrot until i have a chance to actually write it.

#long #like 2.5k words of me just Talking #but this has just been consuming my brain holy shit #thanks for giving me unrestrained access to just talk about it #also like for anyone interested in this ask game #i'm not going to give you something this dark #unless you ask off anon and i know you're okay with that #i already mentioned this to fox #usually i don't talk about anything above pg-13 on tumblr but this has been literally rotting my brain away #i have never meant brain rot so literally #ask #ask game #mine #txt

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loser-writings · 5 years ago

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Pleeeeease since you did Mirio can you do Omega Tamaki and Omega Aizawa ^0^

(Of course! I knew it was a matter of time before I got asked to do Aizawa so I kind of went all out

Shouta Aizawa

(TW: Mention of Teen Pregnancy and Miscarriage)

Nobody in class 1A had known that their homeroom teacher was an Omega, but looking back on it, it made sense. He was fierce when it came to protecting his students and made it clear that he would give up everything in order to keep them safe. His scent of coffee was just something the students had gotten used to, not considering it to be the scent of an omega since it wasn’t stereotypically sweet, and when you thought about it, that sleeping bag he carries everywhere may be his form of a nest since he clearly is rather too lazy to make a proper nest, or too lazy to clean it up when he has to put it away.

His low testosterone caused by being an omega also explains his overall lack of energy since lack of testosterone in males often causes sleeping issues, and even sleep apnea. Because of the downsides of being an omega, he takes testosterone injections at the cost of his fertility. Yes, he decided after high school that if he were to be a hero, he would need testosterone, but his doctors do say that if he ever decided to have kids, he could stay off of it for a while and let his body go back to how he used to be. He would experience a heat cycle (Another thing he hasn’t had to deal with for years) and then could start attempting. For now though, that was completely out of the question just because of his past. Something nobody knew about.

Despite his friends' attempts to set him up with somebody, everyone seemed to run away after hearing about his infertility and lack of desire for kids. He never really blamed them since he knew everybody wanted that ideal lifestyle. Get a mate, possibly get married too, have a kid and grow old. Yet here he was, choosing not to have kids because he wasn’t sure if he could handle it.

He sighed softly seeing Hizashi with a very familiar look on his face. “What do you wan-” “I found the perfect alpha for you! Seriously Sho, the best part is that they already know you too!” Shouta instantly rolled his eyes and looked back down at the tests he was grading. “And who might that be?” The second your name left the loud blonds’ lips, Shoutas’ eyes opened a bit wider than they usually did.

You were in his class with Hizashi, so you both used to be close. Really close actually. When Hizashi noticed the others' silence, he cheered because he hadn’t protested to the idea yet. “Come on Sho! They’re relocating here since they got a new batch of heroes in Tokyo, and they got tired of it being a competition.” The Omega hummed and sighed, sitting up a bit. “Don’t call it a date, that is the last thing I want right now, but let them know I do want to meet up. It’s been a long time, and I want to see where they’re at now.”

Hizashi cheered again and quickly ran out of the room, Shouta assumed to tell Nemuri, leaving the Omega to his own thoughts. He sighed softly and laid his head down on the desk for a moment as memories came flooding back. Specifically the ones during the summer between 2nd and 3rd year. Neither of you had told anybody, but you were courting.

Late night dates in downtown Tokyo resulted in hours of the two of you hopping from hidden cafe to hidden cafe, enjoying each other as you used each other to forget about stress. Sneaking into each others bedrooms to cuddle and talk resulted in the both of you getting caught and scolded by your parents, but neither cared since they knew they would do it again.

Then it came back to his memory. The night where he had a nightmare about Oboro and went to seek you for comfort. It only ended up with you both going too far, yet at the time neither regretted it. It wasn’t until he sat in Recovery Girls office that he regretted what he did.

A hand slipped across his stomach and he shut his eyes as he gripped his shirt. Nobody ever knew except for you, and his omega wanted nothing more than you the second Hizashi said your name. His scent went from strong coffee, to burnt as he remembered hearing the news that the baby, the one neither of you had planned for, wasn’t there anymore. After that, he pushed you away and tried to avoid you by focusing only on his goal to become a hero. He never coped with any of it, just pushed it back down to ignore, but it was all coming back to him.

The students seemed to notice the horrible smell coming from Aizawa, but not one dared to mention it in fear of him snapping at them. At the end of the day, Midoriya seemed to pack up a little slower than usual and waited for everyone to leave before approaching his teacher.

“M-Mr. Aizawa, Are you okay?” He asked softly to the man who rested on his desk. He slowly sat up and looked at the other, seeing how he seemed to tremble under the intense gaze. “No, but don’t worry. I just have to deal with something that I completely neglected.” He slowly stood up and grabbed the sleeping bag before sighing. “Midoriya,” The boy hummed, wondering what the other would say. “Thank you for checking on me.” Aizawa walked past him and ruffled the green locks as he left the room. Midoriya couldn’t help but smile. He smelled like normal coffee again.

When he got home, his Omega told him to clean himself so he at least didn’t look undesirable. He huffed, telling himself he wasn’t trying to be desirable, yet he did so anyway. He showered, trimmed up his stubble, and put on some nicer clothes. Nothing crazy, just a black long sleeve and some grey jeans. Once he had finished, he had realized how much effort he was putting into his appearance and sighed softly, upset because he was ignoring what his Omega wanted.

He felt himself growing anxious as he headed towards his destination only to scoff a bit as it was a little hole in the wall. You would easily pass this place if you didn’t know what it was. As he walked closer, he saw you standing there. You were obviously as anxious as he was, but you didn’t hide it as well. You never did.

The second your eyes met, his Omega was scratching at his chest, yelling at him to run into your arms, but he kept himself calm as he approached you. When you opened your arms cautiously, he carefully slipped into your hug before subconsciously snuggling into your scent gland like he had done years ago. He pulled away after saying hello and followed as you walked inside.

The date itself was pretty awkward at first since you both knew a lot about each other already, yet almost nothing at all. He watched as he picked up on all of your nervous habits, smiling a little when he realized that you were still so similar to how you used to be. “Do you want to hold my hand?” He asked without thinking since it was something he knew would help calm your nerves. You instantly nodded and took it before smiling a little. “They’re still so rough. Do you even know what lotion is?” You joked a little, happy to see that it made the other grin a little. “I kind of forget about it until one of my students brings some in. Normally it smells disgusting though, so I had to start threatening them with extra homework if they bring in things that gave me a headache.”

That started the conversation of UA and how you were surprised when Hizashi said that he was a teacher. “You’ve always been a natural teacher though. I know you taught me a lot when we were together.” You spoke freely before tensing up when you realized your words. Aizawa sighed a little and squeezed your hand softly. “Yeah...You taught me a lot too.”

Another round of silence before you spoke again. “Hizashi also said that every date he or Nemuri set you up on failed miserably.” Shouta only smiled a little before nodding. “Majority of them were Alphas who only wanted to mate with a pro-hero. My guess is in hopes of having strong kids. Most left during the date once they found out I didn’t want kids or that I take testosterone since that also pretty much renders me infertile.” This time you held his hand a little tighter. “Well they don’t know what you went through. Not only that, it’s your body. Since that is what you wanted, that is what you did and you shouldn’t be treated badly because of it.”

He noticed how you seemed upset by him saying that they just left and couldn’t help but smile a little. “It makes sense to me. Why would anyone want an Omega who destroys what makes them an Omega?” You scoffed at his words and rolled your eyes. “You aren’t destroying anything, Shouta. You are doing what you need to in order to be comfortable. There is nothing wrong with that.”

His omega purred at your words, the first time he purred since high school, and squeezed your hand softly. “You haven’t changed at all.” He chuckled and rested his other hand on top of yours before sighing. “Neither have you. It’s nice knowing I don’t have to live up to some shitty hero expectation.” He hummed before nodding in agreement.

“I assume you’ve been on some courting dates as well?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Those weren’t shit compared to what we used to do. All they would do is complain about me not matching my hero persona and then want me to pay the bill after they spend hundreds of dollars on food.” He chuckled seeing you ramble. “They all thought because I’m a hero that I’m made of money. I have money because you taught me to save it and not spend it all the second I got my paycheck, not because I’m a hero.”

After a bit at the cafe, you suddenly got an idea. “Sho, let's go run around the city for a bit?” He tilted his head as he sat down his empty drink. “We aren’t kids anymore-” “No, I get that, but one night. Let’s run around as if we were for one night.” He looked at your excitement and melted, feeling his omega begging him to agree. “Fine. Only because I don’t have to work tomorrow.” Seeing you cheer and stand up made him grin a bit. When you went to pay, he tried to fight over paying the bill because “You weren’t made of money” but you just flicked his head softly and told him to hush. He smiled one more time before giving in and letting you pay.

He let you drag him around the city and he couldn’t believe he was admitting this, but this was the most fun he or his omega had in a long time. Getting ice cream at 10pm, tasting random food from the vendors on the streets, window shopping, even sneaking into a drive in movie theater and renting a radio so you both could sit together and watch the movie. It made him feel young.

It was almost sunrise and you both were walking along the beach, smiling and laughing like old times. Like how it was when you both were courting in high school. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the fact that you had scented him extremely well, but he was as giggly and happy as could be. The cool water washed past his feet, pants rolled up to make sure they wouldn’t get wet, and you hummed, feeling him squeeze your hand softly.

“Hey Shouta?” He hummed softly before grinning at you. “Thank you for agreeing to come out with me. I was really scared when Hizashi offered to push you in my direction, especially after everything that happened in our past, but I hope that we can recover what we once had.” His omega purred again causing him to press a hand to his rumbling chest. “Yeah...No problem. I should thank you for getting me out of the house. If I’m not there, I’m in the school, so I guess I did need a break from that.” You grinned and squeezed his hand. “You always have avoided things by working. Sometimes you need to take a moment to just stop and relax. Remind yourself that everything happens for a reason, and that you’re alive. That in itself is something to be grateful for.”

He hummed in agreement before sighing softly, looking out to see that the sun was rising. “I can’t tell you the last time I stayed up this long.” He admitted. You hummed in agreement before sighing. “I guess I should take you home, huh?” He instantly let out a whine at the thought before looking at his chest with a red face. “Come on, stop actually doing stuff and go back to sleep.” he mumbled to his omega before you laughed. “It’s cute Sho. I miss hearing your omega make noises like that.” You kissed his cheek which made him turn dark and his omega to purr once more. He glared at you a little and sighed. “You’re so lucky. If it were anybody else, I would’ve left a long time ago.”

You chuckled before turning around to walk back to where you came from, pulling him behind you. “Come on, Sho. We need to sleep.” He huffed softly but nodded, moving to rub his tired eyes.

He led you to his apartment before stopping outside. “Have you already found a place to stay yet?” “Not quite. Currently staying at a hotel until I can fin-” “Want to move in with me?” He asked abruptly. “I mean...It’ll make rent cheaper and it’ll stop you from wasting anymore money.” You could only chuckle before taking his hands and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Only if you agree to not be a picky eater-” “I was not a picky eater when we were togethe-” “Don’t even try me, I had to convince you to eat real food.” “Okay and your point?”

You both couldn’t help but smile and you sighed. “Fine, I’ll move in with you tomorrow...Or I mean I guess today, but we need a nap since I kept your ass up.” He hummed and nodded. “Fine then.” He opened the door and took your hand, pulling you in after him. “Sho, what are-” “We are taking a nap together. I’ve always slept better with you.”

Tamaki Amajiki

(Mention of heats, harassment, and implied NSFW)

Someone please tell this boy that being an Omega hero is okay. He often feels pressured by society to fit into the soft, omega role that everybody seems to want. Yet with the help of Mirio and Nejire, he easily became one of the big 3 in UA.

Yet when it came to talking to others, especially in crowds, he felt himself grow anxious and even slightly panicked. His normal sweet yet salty scent would turn to smell more like fish during these times. This was when most Alphas would scoff in disbelief at the fact this omega seemed to be one of the big three.

Besides Mirio and Nejire, there was one other person he found himself able to talk to due to years of knowing each other. You were an alpha who never raised your voice or got irritated by his bashfulness. In fact, you would go out of your way to show your patience and kindness by doing little things when his anxiety was getting bad. Ordering for him at restaurants, letting him hide behind you when he started to tremble, and quickly getting him away from social situations that could cause him to have an anxiety attack were just a few of the ways you showed how much you cared.

This was one of those moments. He was out with you, Mirio, and Nejire when he heard them. The alphas behind him that were starting to comment about him being an Omega in a group of three alphas.

“Must be a Knot licker to keep three alphas to himself.” “Don’t you know that the proper term for a bitch like that is a Puppymill?” Tamaki felt himself whimper and grabbed your arm, holding you tighter as they continued on with their comments. You hummed softly, feeling him start to tremble. “In front of me baby, come on.” Your arm wrapped around him and softly pushed him in front of you, yet the comments continued.

Your alpha had started growling, scent starting to burn. Mirio and Nejire took notice and turned to see the Alphas snickering to themselves. “B-Baby don’t-” “Tamaki I don’t like how they’re talking-” “I know but...please ignore them. I’m not worth a fight.” You glared at him as he gave a sympathetic smile. You huffed softly and wrapped your arms around his waist. “It’ll be okay guys. Let’s just get our food and we can leave. Maybe a movie night would be fun?” “Yeah! Maybe we can watch something like shark tale! Right Amajiki?” Nejire spoke happily and the Omega couldn’t help but feel thankful for his friend group at that moment, but he then noticed your grip leave his hips as your sent burned ten times more.

Your temper was getting the best of you and before the others could say anything, you grabbed both men by their heads before slamming them together. “Will you two Knotheads shut the fuck up?! You’re making Omegas uncomfortable with your disgusting language.” Mirio was quick to start pulling you away as the two Alphas began to growl. “Come on, the last thing Amajiki would want is a fight, now stop it-” “They wouldn’t stop making comments-” “Yeah welcome to lose-tie knotheads.” He moved to sit you in front of him and Nijire, who was holding the Omegas hand to keep him calm.

After you all left the store, you stopped for a moment and shook your head. “Don’t you fuckin-” “Hey!” One of the guys from before started walking towards you. Tamaki instantly started to tremble as the men walked closer, yet you stood without wavering. “What.” you said bluntly. “That shit you did back there? Not fuckin’ cool”

“Oh but harassing Omega’s is?” Nejire spoke before they barked at her. “Shut the fuck up Cat-Pole.” “Cat-Pole?!” You growled once again and they just smirked. Mirio simply hummed and walked beside you before pressing his hand on your shoulder, a simple gesture to them but a secret code between the two of you.

You hummed and turned back to the other two, slipping an arm around them both as you walked down the street. “W-What was that-” Then there was the yelling before Mirio skipped back with you all happily. “Took care of that!” He cooed as you all continued to walk. Tamaki blushed slightly before noticing how your hand stayed on his waist.

When you all got back, Tamaki excused himself. He claimed not to be hungry anymore since the alphas had upset his stomach, but you knew the real reason. You told the other two about your plan and they hummed happily, letting you leave after the tall omega.

“Tama~” You called as he stopped outside of his door. “O-Oh...Is there something you need?” You nodded and held out your hand. “Come to my room for a sec okay? I have some things for you that I didn’t have time to give you.” He blushed slightly at the idea of getting something from you, but nodded. His hand slipped softly into yours as he walked behind you to your room.

He instantly purred the second he walked in. It always was comforting in your room, and it made him accidentally chirp. He instantly blushed dark and whimpered, covering his mouth with his spare hand. “You’re alright Tama. Sit on my bed, Okay? The stuff is in my closet.”

He carefully sat down, huffing as he started rubbing at his neck. He was one of the few Omegas who couldn’t take suppressants due to them messing with his quirk, so he knew what was happening. He had attracted those alphas because his heat was about to start any moment now. He was about to hide in his nest right before you pulled him away.

He tried to focus on anything besides how strong the scent of saltwater taffy was becoming, huffing softly as he moved to shrug off his sweater since he knew he was going to start soon. Another soft whimper came from him and you darted out of the closet. “Sorry baby, I lost one of the items. I know you’re getting uncomfortable but I wanted to give you these for your heat.”

He let out another whimper as he moved to sit on his legs instead of his ass, huffing as he quickly started digging in the bag to pull out what you wanted to him to see. He was nervous because out of the three alphas, he grew closest to you and was hoping it was a courting gift even if it was a bit late. He only gasped when he pulled out a hand crochet octopus, smiling at it and hugging it tight to his chest. “T-Thank you, Alpha.” he called out before hiding his face in the toy.

You simply hummed and moved to stand. “That isn't all of it, but your heat is coming faster than I thought. Come on, you can open the rest in your room” He nodded and felt you move to pick him up. He gasped and held onto you as you rushed him back to his room. The other gift was in your hand, but you could only focus on how amazing Amajiki smelled. Of course you knew why, but you held back as you looked for his nest, finding it on the floor in the corner of his room. You carefully sat him down and he quickly climbed in his nest, nose shoved deep into the toy as he trembled.

“Here Omega.” You laid the blanket at the edge of the nest, making sure not to enter without the others permission. He let out a whimper and sat up slowly to grab the blanket. He held it close to his chest and smiled, still trembling like a leaf. “I-I love them, Alpha.” He chirped again which only made you smile. “I’m glad...I wanted to court you before your heat, but I was really late.”

Hearing that made his eyes water before he crawled to you, sitting up to wrap his arms around you and hug you tight, scenting you completely in his thick and heavy scent. You only grinned and pecked his neck which made him gasp. “You smell like the Ocean Tama. I love it.”

His omega purred before he moved to pull you a bit. “Alpha...Stay with me?” he mumbled softly as he tried to get you to crawl in his nest. You knew what he was implying and you only smiled, pulling away slightly. “You sure baby? I haven’t even taken you on a date.” He instantly nodded with no shame at all. “Please Alpha. I want you to help me.” Your alpha chuffed which made you blush and Tamaki snort before hiding in your neck.

“Okay Omega. I’ll stay with you.” He purred loudly and held you tighter as you carried him to the door so you could shut and lock it properly. “Thank you Alpha...I love you.” He chirped out with pink cheeks. You only smiled as you carried him back to the nest and pecked his lips before resting him in his nest. “I love you too. Omega.” He chirped again happily before pulling you down with him.

He threw a leg over your stomach and snuggled into your scent gland, humming happily at how your scent was starting to become stronger in reaction to his. “Oh...I’m sorry in advance.” He whispered and moved to start kissing on you. “Why is that?” he blushed darker and moved to hold your hand. “I uh...might get needy.” You only grinned and pecked his lips once more. “It’s your heat. I’m right here to help you. Do whatever you need, alright Omega?” He purred once more at you calling him that before he sighed happily, melting into your arms. “Alright...I’m going to take a nap...Y-You should too.” You only pulled him closer before nodding. “Okay baby, rest now. Goodnight.”

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