#so i'll stop and actually get my homework out of my bag

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NOW LIVE: IN A TRANCE feat. e. jaeger

SUMMARY: eren feels like you have him in in a trance

CONTENT WARNINGS: college! plug! eren x fem! reader, smut, mdni, college au, smoking weed, reader has piereced nipples and belly piercing, dub con (both eren & reader are high), neck kissing/sucking, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), face sitting, hand job, pussy drunk eren, nickname (pretty girl), slight dirty talk, wc. 1,957

Eren Jaeger was the well know dealer around the campus, even having some clients that didn't attend the university. So it shouldn't have surprised him when it's you walking out of the apartment building he was sitting in front of waiting to make a delivery.

He had received a text earlier that day from someone saying they needed weed to help them relieve some stress from exams, and the person didn't live far, just on the opposite side of his apartment complex, so he didn't mind driving. Now seeing that it was you he was texting, he felt his heartbeat pick up the closer you got to his car.

From the moment he saw you on campus you've had him under your spell. Every time he would pass you on campus or see you at a party, it was like he was in a movie scene where the girl has a light from heaven shining on her and everything else around her was blurry.

Sometimes his jaw would fall open, Armin wiping the side of his mouth while saying, "Close up pretty boy, you're drooling." The comment making Jean and Connie laugh also adds to the teasing, resulting in Eren punching both boys in the arm and muttering a 'shut up.'

You clouded his thoughts, even when you weren't around somehow, distracting him while doing homework, playing the game, hanging out with friends, and even smoking. Just from locking eyes with you for one second, you were all this man could think about.

Hearing a knock on his window pulls him out of his thoughts and he rolls the window down, greeting you with a smile.

"Thank you so much for doing this," holding out your hand to give him the $30, he counts it before handing you 15. "You said it was 30."

He shakes his head, handing you the small baggy, "New customer deal." He had never given a new customer a 50% off deal before, but for you, he made the exception.

"I appreciate that Eren," and then your face contorts into a small pout. "Uh...actually, do you think you could roll these for me? I've never rolled one before."

"Oh yeah, definitely," he holds his hand out for the bag.

"How about you come up to my apartment?" You put your hands on your face in embarrassment, laughing a little. "Sorry if I sound forward or weird, I just would rather you be comfortable since I'm making you do more work.

He agrees saying it's not weird and gets out of his car following you into the building. Opening the door to your apartment he's greeted with a warm scent of vanilla as he looks around. Your lights are dim, soft sounds of Rick and Morty playing on your tv that's mounted on a wall, and a few pictures of you with friends and family next to it.

You gesture for him to sit on your couch making room on the small table you had in front of it for him to use. You sat on the smaller sofa on the opposite side of the couch pulling your legs up to your chest.

"You a smoker?" he questions taking the weed out of the small baggy he had placing it in his grinder.

"Not really, I smoke at parties if my friends have some, but that's it," he nods, taking the weed out of the grinder and sprinkling it on the paper. "How long have you been dealing?"

Pursing his lips together, he looks up thinking, "About a year."

"Do you like it?" you question, head leaning against your arms.

"Yeah, it's not a hard job, drugs are always in demand, so I'll always have business," he explains. "and the pay is good."

Finishing up rolling your blunts, he smiles at you as he shows them to you, "Perfection."

"Thank you so much," you stand up, trying to hand him the other $15 but he puts his hand up stopping you.

"I told you, new customer deal," you follow him to your door, walking him out. "Text me if you need anything else."

Making it a weekly thing, you text him when you need some weed and he'll come up to your apartment to roll it for you. The more he comes over the more you two get to know each other, eventually asking him to just stay and smoke with you, since he was still giving you a discount even though you're not a new customer anymore.

You started inviting him to hang out at your place, not even wanting to smoke, just wanting to be around him. You would notice him just staring at you sometimes, snapping your fingers in his face and he'd just apologized with a laugh. It didn't bother you, not even close, it made you feel fuzzy all over, and you finally decided to ask him about it.

Your bedroom is filled with laughter and hip-hop playing softly in the background as you are both laid on your bed. His head felt fuzzy, you consuming his thoughts and he didn't even realize he was staring with a dopey grin on his face.

"Why do you do that?" you have the same dopey grin on your face as you're looking at him and Trance by Metro Boomin starts to play.

"Do what?" He raises his eyebrow nodding his head to the beat of the song.

"Stare at me. You do it a lot," you sit up against your bed frame, your hand scratching at his scalp. He had his hair in a bun, a few strands framing his face.

"I don't know . . . you're just pretty," he licks his lips, eyes still staring into yours.

"Shut up," you laugh and he closes his eyes, enjoying your fingers playing in his hair.

"I'm serious, you're so pretty," you don't say anything. You both just humming to the music.

"You know this song reminds me of you," you look down at him, his eyes still closed.

"Why's that?"

"Whenever I look at you, I feel like I'm in a trance," he moves his hand to run over your leg. "even randomly throughout the day I'll just start thinking about you."

You pushed his head to make him look away from you as your grinning, cheeks hurt, "That's just the weed talking."

"It's not, I swear," his eyes open. "The first time I saw you, way before I even brought you weed that first time, I felt like you were compelling me to just focus on you."

"You're so dramatic," you sigh head leaning back against the headboard.

"You were just so pretty, I couldn't even focus on anything else that day," he confessed. "Even after that, we never talked and you would randomly just pop up in my head."

You hid your face in his hand, giggling at his words, head feeling so hazy. Taking a peek at him from between your fingers, he lights the blunt that was sitting on your nightstand, and he just looks so good . . .

"Come here," he taps your thighs and you look at him confused cause you’re already so close. "Sit on my lap."

Without a second thought, you were straddling his lap, feeling his dick right against your thigh, and he lets out a small groan, as he is exhaling the smoke. His eyes are low and red, looking over your body. You're wearing a white camisole that stopped just above your belly piercing and black shorts that showed quite a bit of your ass.

His hand is rubbing your thigh, his lip caught between his teeth. Your hands go under his hoodie, lightly scraping your nails against his soft skin, licking your lips at how good he looks.

He's licking his dry lips as he's looking at you before taking another drag of the blunt. Grabbing your face he pulls you down so your lips are almost touching and he blows the smoke into your mouth while you inhale it. Closing the little space between you, your lips are pressed to his in a needy and heated kiss.

Hands comb through his hair as you're lightly grinding against him, needing to ease the sensation between your legs. He puts the bunt in the ashtray then both of his hands go down to your ass, groping and helping you grind against him. Your both moaning in each other's mouth, whiny breaths.

"Want you to sit on my face," he says between kisses with a smile. You peck his lips a few more times before crawling up his body so you're clothed pussy is hovering over his face. Using his index finger, he slides your shorts over revealing your glistening cunt. He nudged your clit with his nose, inhaling your scent, then blowing his breath on the nub watching you shiver.

Being impatient you sit down on his face and he hums burring his face between your thighs, tongue greedily lapping at your wet folds. You're grabbing onto the headboard, moans slipping from your lips, as he's flicking his tongue against your clit.

He's so loud as he slurps your essence from your dripping hole, feeling it clench around nothing against his lips. You're whimpering his name, fingers tugging at his brown locks, eyes looking down to meet his. "Taste . . so good," he's so pussy drunk already, loud moans vibrating against your lower lips.

Grinding your little puffy nub into his nose, his tongue slides into your drooling hole, penetrating it, feeling you squeeze his pink muscle. He's watching your eyes screwed shut, jaw slack, and head falling back.

He has the perfect few of your pebbled nipples poking through your shirt, as your chest rises and falls, the more you hump his face, "So pretty—riding my face."

You reach behind you rubbing your hand against his bulge and he's instantly grinding against it, so needy to be touched. You push his sweatpants down with the help of him raising his hips, and his dick flings out free. You give him a few pumps before spitting in your hand and stroking him again, "Ah—fuck."

He's so messy eating your pussy, nose and chin sticky with your arousal, desperately slurping at your pussy, the sounds getting louder and filthier, as your thighs twitch around his head. He's moaning and groaning, at the taste of your pussy and how good your hand feels wrapped around his dick.

Your legs are growing tired, shamelessly humping his face, feeling your orgasm almost hit its peak, "Gonna . . cum Eren."

His eyes are rolling back, mumbling something incoherent into your pussy as his hips are stuttering into your hand. He slides his hands from your ass up to your nipples, pinching and pulling at the buds, as you start to twist your wrist and squeeze his tip as you stroked his cock.

Holding his head still with the grip you had on his now messy bun, you feel your orgasm crash over you with a few screams of Eren's name, and he's following right behind you. Globs of cum coating your hand and his lower stomach, your hand still moving helping him ride out his orgasm.

When you both come down from your highs, you're sitting back on his thighs, Eren's face is glistening with your arousal, licking his lips savoring your taste. With a lazy grin on your face, you lean down giving him sloppy kisses, tasting yourself on his lips with a moan, "Taste so sweet, pretty girl."

Kissing down your neck to your chest, he's sucking on one of your nipples, tongue darting out licking around the cold metal hearts, while his fingers play with the other one, "Can I taste you again?"

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[sea-of-dust]

Hello c:

can I request Akira and Ryuji with a f!s/o who is going through her period

(I'm suffering the wrath of cramps 😭)

This is the worst....

Ryuji and Joker/Akira x Fem!Reader

Summary: you're on your period with them trying to help you

Notes: HI Hi annon!, dw I feel ya 💀 ALSO I GOT THE OTHER MESSAGE IM SORRY I MADE YOU WAIT SO LONG 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

Warnings: mentions of blood, the hell of period craps

He has futaba he already knows what it must be like for you maybe even worse, so he brings you stuff you like in hopes you don't turn into a fire breathing dragon and spit fire (futaba)

Offers to do your homework for you or help you with it. He wants you to rest, don't stress about it too much not like he memmorised your handwriting for this exact purpose. So what if they aren't causing you that much pain you rest watch him speed run homework.

He lays his head on your stomach sometimes, this could lead to teasing unless you were actually about to make futabas story real. "Hey leave my girlfriend alone stomach" "stop qouting that!" Getting you to laugh made it worth it

He will lay with you even if you don't ask you could take a nap and wake up with him on his phone next to you. "You're awake?" Scooing over with a chipper grin on his face he shows you his phone "take a peak at this" as he shows you the video you don't notice him sneaking his arm under your torso to pull you into his chest. "Felt that" "awe" you feel him lean over you to kiss your cheek "I woulda got you this time sure of it" smiling weakly you kiss him back "not a chance"

He does cook for you during these times. The godsend of his cooking always make you forget about the pain and misfortune of these unfortunate times. "I can spoon feed you if you want" "YES"

He looks like his brains about to explode when he learns your on your period. "Ohhh that time of the month. No biggie!" Until you didn't show up to school one day because of your cramps

He did come running to your house with pads and the plush you kept hugging when you stayed in his. "Miss l/n it's an emergency please let me stay with your daughter!" "Oh you must be Ryuji! She talks so much about you!" Her eyes water as she fondly tells him about the times you spoke about him. It was nice but what was great was sneaking away mid rant. "Y/n!" "Ryuji?!"

He takes oddly great care of you, offering you food and bringing a game with him. "You brought alot-" "well yea I didn't know what you were in the mood for so I brought everything I knew ya liked" "They're gonna last me years..." "perfect!"

Only lays next to you if you ask him to. Feels like if he moves the wrong way it'll make you uncomfortable. So when you eventually get him to lay next to you he's just a board, his mind comming up with all sorts of theories for what would happen if he even breathed wrong.

So the next day you came to school the guy was with you every step. "Ryuji your classrooms next door" "what if you pass out" "they aren't that bad worse case I end up vomiting" "what if there's no bag!" You sigh patting his shoulder "listen I'll be fine" it's gonna take the bell to ring for him to finally give in. Doesn't mean he isn't walking you home keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.

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feelings {peter parker tasm}

plot: you and peter have been friends since you were both knee height, now that you're both mid twenties you're busy navigating life and also the fact that you're both hopelessly in love with the other.

character: peter parker (tasm) x reader

requested by anon

Aunt May had always had her hopes for the two of you. She could see it coming from a mile away, honestly. She had raised Peter and had practically helped to raise you too since you were always over at the Parkers' house from when you could talk. She watched as you and Peter's friendship blossomed, watched as you helped each other through school, dealing with bullies and crushes and exams. She watched as Peter got and lost his first girlfriend and watched as you supported him through the loss of Gwen. He was there after your first relationship ended in turmoil and tears. She watched as you both got jobs and got places in college, both busy and yet both still making the effort to see each other. She watched as neither of you realised but you both started to fall in love. She had always known that there was something there.

She had tried to tell Peter just to help guide him to you when he was seventeen but Uncle Ben had told her to stop meddling in their nephew's life. "He'll figure it out in his own time, May. They'll realise soon enough." So Aunt May dropped it and continued to watch from the side-lines with a secret smile every time she saw the two of you.

Peter's leg was tapping away as he worked, he could never sit still, "You good, Parker?" You asked him. You were both busy with essays for your separate college courses but you always liked to work together. Ever since you were little you liked doing homework and the likes together. There was something about his presence, it calmed you and helped you focus.

Peter rubbed at his eyes tiredly, the stubble from neglecting to shave for the last few days was a feature you quite liked about him. Hope he keeps that beard, grows it out a bit more maybe. You frowned when you caught yourself thinking it, okay weird. He was your friend - your best friend - nothing more, nothing less. "I'm fine," Peter sighed, breaking you out of your thoughts, "hungry though... Wanna go for lunch?"

You laughed, "Think you mean dinner?" You teased, showing him the time on your phone, "We've been at this for hours."

"Shit, really? Wow... I better give Aunt May a call, let her know I'm okay. You know how she worries."

"Can you ask if I can come for dinner-"

"You're coming." Peter said, deadpan, as he called her, "Hey Aunt May, it's me. Me and (y/n) have been studying and doing essays since 11am and now it's nearly 5pm!" Peter's face scrunched, "What? No. We were writing essays - just writing essays."

You packed your bag as he finished his conversation, "She must've had a drink of something strong," Peter said as he hung up the phone, "She was convinced that we weren't studying. She kept hinting that we were doing something else like making out or something like that! Insane, right?!" Peter's laughter was loud and you didn't know why that hurt so much. Is it so awful to even think? Am I that unappealing to you? You forced a laugh as these thoughts spun through your head, "I mean, that's insane, right?"

"Absolutely." You nodded, smile falling as you grabbed your bags. Why did you care so much? You had no idea. You didn't know why you were so hurt by his comments. Peter was your friend, that was all... right? Surely there wasn't anything else there, right? Right? You cleared your throat, "Uh, you know, I actually forgot I have plans to get dinner with my family today, Pete." It was a lie and Peter could tell. He always could tell, he didn't need enhanced senses to know when you were lying.

"Oh," he frowned, "Are you okay?"

You nodded quickly, "Fine, yeah. I gotta go though, I'll see you later. Give May a hug from me." Quickly you darted out of the library before he could ask you anything else. Peter watched you go, confused and a little hurt. You had lied to him and that upset him more than anything. Why were you lying to him? Had he hurt your feelings? Peter didn't know but he was going to figure it out.

You had been avoiding Peter a little bit for the rest of the day. You were just trying to clear your head. You'd come to the realisation that you liked him... a lot. You didn't know when the feelings started or why today you were realising it but you realised as you couldn't stop thinking about him. You couldn't get Peter and his dumb laugh and stupid haircut out of your head.

Peter had been calling and texting you for the last few hours and was barely getting a response so he knew where you'd be. He knew that when you got upset and things got overwhelming, you'd be on your apartment buildings roof watching as the sun set. You knew that he'd find you, you didn't mind, you knew that sooner or later this conversation would have to happen.

He found you in your usual spot, sitting with a blanket and some coffee, "Hey," he said quietly, offering you a smile and extending his hand to show you his peace offering, "god you a donut from Sal's that you love..."

With a smile and a 'thanks', you took the donut from him and began to eat it. He sat beside you, stretching his legs out and dropping his bag to the side, "I think we need to talk," he said after a few moments.

You nodded as you finished your donut, "Yeah," you said, clearing your throat, "yeah we do."

"Look, I don't know what I did earlier but I'm sorry-"

You didn't know where the sudden burst of anger came from but the words were being yelled from your mouth before you could even realise, "Is the thought of being with me so repulsive?!"

Peter jumped back, taken aback, "Wh- What?!"

"Earlier!" You snapped, jumping up making him stand up too, "You thought it was hilarious and insane when May suggested we be together! Here I am realising that I care about you and you say shit like that- Shit." You slammed your hand over your mouth, whirling away from him as your heart hammered hard in your chest. You hadn't mean to explode like this but he'd really upset you earlier and you just couldn't keep it in.

"Are you saying that you've got feelings for me?" Peter asked, voice soft and gentle; calm despite his racing heart and despite your previous tone, "(y/n), speak to me."

"I-I-I don't know!" You wailed, head in your hands, "I don't know! I- I think so? I mean, I've just been feeling stuff that I never normally feel and I look at you and I get literal butterflies. I thought that shit was made up in Disney movies but I find myself smiling when you say my name, I feel excited when you smile at me... Yeah," you laughed incredulously, "I'm saying I've got feelings for you."

Peter was silent for a few seconds as he took in all of what you just said and then he said the most heart-breaking thing he could've said, "Oh."

And there it was. Peter's reaction. Oh. Your heart sank. Of course he didn't feel the same, of course he didn't. Why would he? The two of you were best friends so of course he didn't see you like that and now it was all fucked. You had just ruined your two decades long friendship over developing feelings for him. If you hadn't told him, if you'd have just shut up and kept quiet then you wouldn't have fucked everything up; things would be normal and you'd both be happy.

You pulled back immediately, putting your walls back up to save yourself any further embarrassment or upset, "I'm sorry, uh, never mind! Ignore everything I just said, it was a joke! Ha! Got you..." You gave a pathetic attempt laugh as tears burned at your eyes, "It was all just a joke!" Peter seemed to come back to reality as he saw you were getting upset. He said your name but you were shaking your head telling him to forget it, it was all a big joke, a laugh, it was fine. Peter knew that it wasn't a joke, he knew that what you'd said was real and he felt awful about upsetting you.

"(y/n), stop," he said loudly, cutting you off of your 'it was just a joke' ramblings, "I'm sorry for saying 'oh' I was surprised that's all! It wasn't a negative reaction or me rejecting you."

You looked at him, cheeks burning and tears slowly making their way down your cheeks, "Then what does it mean?"

"It means... holy shit, I can't believe you have feelings for me. I never thought you'd see me like that!" He grinned widely, "I've had a massive crush on you for forever."

Your jaw dropped. He had a crush on you? "Then why'd you say oh you stupid oaf!" You hissed but the corners of your lips twitched upwards.

"I-I was surprised! I never thought you'd ever like me back!"

"Of course I do," you said, "Pete, you've always been there for me. Always been so kind and you're so funny and... I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner."

He smiled at you, "I didn't think you'd ever feel the same... You're way outta my league, you always have been." He sat on the stone wall, patting it so you'd sit next to him, "We've been through a lot together, haven't we?"

You laughed, "You could say that again."

Silence fell and all of a sudden you were fifteen again crying into Peter's arms after your first boyfriend broke up with you for someone else. Then you were six and fake marrying Peter whilst Aunt May shook her head laughing. Then you were twenty getting into college and celebrating, ending up hungover and crashing at Peter's apartment for a night. Then you were eighteen finding out that he was Spider-Man and fainting from the shock of it.

He nudged you, breaking you out of your thoughts, "So what do we do now?" He asked quietly.

You shrugged, "I guess you take me out on a date," you suggested with a smile, "that little Italian place downtown. The one with the garlic twists."

"A date?" Peter smiled, "I can do that."

You looked at him, turning your body to face him, as his brown eyes caught the sun. You'd always known that he was handsome but my god, it was like you were seeing him in such a different light. The way his eyes looked like dark honey in the sunlight, the way his lips quirked upwards, the way the wind tousled his hair to perfection.

Peter couldn't take his eyes from your face. "God, you're so beautiful," he murmured quietly, eyes going between your eyes and your lips, "Can I-"

You cut him off by pulling him to meet your lips. It didn't feel weird. It didn't feel unnatural or anything like that... It felt... normal; right. It felt good. It was a simple kiss, only lasting a few seconds, but it was the best kiss you'd ever had. It was so full of emotion, so gentle and sweet and soft and you just melted into his embrace.

When you pulled away, neither of you could keep the stupid lovesick grins from your faces, "Aunt May is going to have a field day with this one," Peter laughed softly, "she's been trying to get us together for years."

[spacebaby1]

Hiii! Since I see your request on wanting to write for Shinichiro, I'm dropping by 👀 so how about him having a stoic and unemotional s/o who's always experimenting in the lab? Imagine his surprise that she actually accepts his confession when he knows she's probably the most unromantic person he knew (but she's not, mostly emotionally constipated)

Shinichiro is such a lovesick babe, and this is exactly what he deserves in a s/o! You, my friend, are a genius ✋🏼😌enjoy!

He couldn't get his eyes off you from the moment you entered the class as a new transfer student. You seemed so quiet when you introduced yourself, and he thought you were just shy; he was wrong. You were simply emotional less. At first few days he tried to act like his usual *flirt* and try to wohh you with his dead pickup lines or his not so funny jokes only for you to blink at him with a poker face.

On white day, he decided to confess his feelings and that he couldn't stop thinking about you. He was terrified of getting rejected for the hundreds of times from a girl, but he needed to get it off his chest, or he would go back to wakasa and rant about you. At first, he couldn't find you anywhere until he decided to check the lab, and there you were, working with random chemicals with the clear goggles on. He cleared his throat as he approached you, and you turned to the side to find him standing there with his nervous smile before he spoke, "What are you doing here? All alone?" You blinked, "studying?" You replied with a soft voice; he was giggling from the inside over how sweet you sounded when you spoke. "Chemistry?" He asked, and you nodded, waiting for him to speak again. "I need to ask you something and you can always say no, that's fine haha, don't worry me being in a gang shouldn't scare you at all and just so you know I'm fine with whatever is your answer so will you be my girlfriend? Go out with me? Date? Us? Me?" He forwarded the small basket full of sweets. You blinked at the basket then at him for the longest minute in his life as shinichiro held his breath. You placed the lab cups down and took the basket, "strawberries." You pouted at the pocky in the basket and looked at him, "I don't like strawberries, I like chocolate. Chocolate is yammy. Thank you. Yes."

"Huh?" Shinichiro spoke, "Yes, as in you'll be my girlfriend?" You nodded, then turned your attention at the small basket. In a moment of excitement, he hugged your side as you held the basket closer and let go before bowing to you and leaving the lab cheering for himself loudly. You blinked at the door and then turned your attention at the basket full of sweets and whispered, "Boyfriend."

Shinichiro was over the moon. Everyone was suddenly a victim of his rambling about you, even his little brother Mikey. They thought he lost is and started to lie about having a girlfriend until Wakasa decided to have a double date, so he asked Shinichiro to invite his girlfriend, you. You were doing your math homework in class when Shinichiro came in with a huge grin and tapped your table making you look up at him with a poker face, he held two phone charms in front of you. A flower and bee ones, "Pick one so we can match in our phone charms." You took the flower, and he beamed happily going in for a hug, but you bent down to put the charm in your bag, causing Shinichiro to stumble but stand immediately before anyone saw him fall, "how about we go on a double date? This weekend?" He asked, leaning on your table. "Date?" You asked, and he nodded, "you, me, and wakasa with his girlfriend." You nodded he pulled his phone out, "I'll text you the details, okay? Bye-bye." He waved before leaving.

It was finally weekends, and you got ready in your bright blue shirt and jeans as you waited for Shinichiro to arrive. He texted you that he's outside and you went to find him standing there next to his motorbike with a flower in his hand, "for you, you look cute! I like your shirt!" He complemented you with open arms, and you just looked at him as he waited for you to hug him. When he realised you're not getting his gesture, he spoke, "Can I get a hug please?" You nodded and gave him a side hug. He was about to cry. Why didn't you wrap your arms around him properly? The date was fine since the four of you went to the aquarium and you did enjoy the sea animals there but everytime Shinichiro tried to hold your hand you'll walk the other direction as if you didn't want to hold his hand and he was about to burst into tears. And the fact that he saw you take pictures but you didn't have the flower charm on your phone made him gasp, which went unnoticed by you. He turned for a minute to talk to Wakasa and you were gone. Did you left? Did you get bored? Was he annoying? Was the date bor-

He felt a hand grab on his arm and he turned to find you holding onto him, "where did you go? I've been looking for you everywhere? Are you bor-"

You showed him the shark plushie; it was a cute smiley shark staring at Shinichiro, "You reminds me of you." You handed it to him. He blushed hard that his ears were burning, "You thought of me? It has my smile too, look!" He held the plushie next to his face as he smiled, and you immediately took a picture of that catching him off guard. You took the plushie back, and he blinked, pointing at himself, "it's not for me?" You shook your head, "it's for me, I said it reminds me of you. I'll keep it." He held back his laughter and was blushing how you kept saying that you were keeping the plushie because it looked like him. He thought that was adorable even though it's a smiley shark. He couldn't keep his eyes away from you and how amazed you look at the aquarium; he has never seen you so surprised like this in school. "You seem surprised?" He chuckled, and you looked at him with your usual poker face and spoke, "I've never been here before. It's pretty." He stopped, and so did you, but you kept looking around, "you've never been to an aquarium date before?" You shook your head and shrugged as if it's nothing, "I've never been to a date before. This is a date, right?" You asked, and he nodded before walking towards you as you two walked. He couldn't get himself to believe that you've never been to a date, even he went to few dates other than the fact he's been rejected. He just decided to walk beside you and not say anything else.

When you got back home on his bike, you were already sleepy because it was getting late, and Shinichiro lost track of time on the date. "Thank you for coming to this date with me," He smiled. You nodded and looked through your bag before taking out a small bag, "for you." You handed it to him, "the date was fun. Bye." You said before entering the house.

Shinichiro ran inside his room to open the small gift that you gave him, it was keychain with smiley sharks on it. He laughed at the cute gift and immediately changed his motorbike keys to it before snapping a picture with him holding the keychain next to his grining face. You replied with a heart. It's safe to say he kept kicking his feet all night thinking about you.

Extra:

Literally no one dares to come near you or mess with you the moment they realised that you and Shinichiro are dating (you still don't remember that he mentioned being in gang)

You'd often do random things for him because you searched online how to act towards your boyfriend since you have zero experience.

Random gift giving because speaking your heart is hard.

You dislike getting on his bike because he rides fast, and it scares you, so he'd happily take the train with you. And you'd end up falling asleep on his shoulder everytime while he goes into full protective boyfriend mode.

You get along with little Mikey and you two understand each other (it's scares Shinichiro).

You still accidentally dodged his hugs and he ends up falling or hit the wall.

When you learned the power of hugging him properly? Game over. You won't let go and could hug him forever because of how soft he is.

You'd see him in the morning before classes and just go in for a hug, you see him between classes? Hug! End of school day? Hug! He absolutely loves it! He's living the dream.

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♡!200 followers special!♡

"A valentine's dance."

bf!gaming x gn!reader

author's note: this is basically the longer version of the gaming hcs in my last post aka the valentine's day special ALSO 2nd time ever writing a fanfic shiver me timbers😰 i hope it okay btw i'll draw my (genshin or whatever )oc/self-insert tonight cuz i have school in 2 hours and i have a bit of homework left lol

"thank you, lion dance boy."

You and your boyfriend, Gaming, have been dating for a few months now. He loved you very dearly, just as you loved him. You were an inseparable couple, like you were glued to eachother. But, the relationship that you had was healthy, and really sweet. People talked about your closeness to other people, in the streets. You've overhead them quite a few times now. You were a famous couple in Liyue.

A really special date was approaching. The 14th of February, Valentine's day. A day to show your loved one how much you love them, to give them a gift. It was a heartwarming "holiday", for most. Not everyone, but most. And as soon at it sttarted approaching, the streets were bustling with the names of you and Gaming.

Gaming, he planned a dance show for that day, that night. He invited everyone from Liyue, and even other nations! As promised, he would amaze them and make them smile. But that wasn't all that much important to him. You were.

The whole dance show was actually just made so he could give you a rose in a more romantic and surprising way. Yes, it was a surprise. He didn't mention Valentine's day to you for the whole day, but that night...

When it finally came, that night, you started getting ready. Putting on your best outfit, ready to be looked at and praised by everyone. Was it the outfit, or the whole night? Nobody knows. The outfit was one of Gaming's favorite ones for you to wear. Whenever you wore it, he ended up staring at you too much and blushing more than usual. It was interesting, really. How can such a simple outfit make a man's heart go crazy? Make his blood rush to his face, his cheeks? The human body and mind is really impressive.

As soon as you were done getting ready, you got your bag and went out the door. Going to see your precious boyfriend perform on such a special day.

When you got there, everyone had surprised looks on their faces, but positive ones. They got out of the way, and let you stand in the first row out of the thousands of people in the crowd. Like I said, the two of you were really famous there.

Then, music started playing, the crowd went silent. The lights went out. Rose petals started falling out of nowhere from the sky, making it much more beautiful to look at.

Soon, 3 different lights were on the stage. 3

The 2 of them started dancing. They were dancers. Lion dancers.

It was nice seeing them dance, so many moves and talent. It was worth seeing it.

Eventually they stopped, and the third dancer started dancing. He was Gaming, recognizable even in the night. Flawlessly dancing and moving across the stage, everyone was amazed.

A few minutes passed, and the lights turned on again. The 3 dancers bowing down.

"Happy Valentine's day everyone! Here's a rose to a special person in the crowd!" He threw a beautiful red rose to the crowd, and coincidentally, it landed right in your hands.

Smiling, you spoke, "Thank you, Gaming!" and the performance ended there.

After there were only you and Gaming left there, you read a note that was connected to the rose by a beautiful orange string.

"Happy Valentine's day, [name]!" and just as you read it, Gaming said it himself.

"Thank you again, lion dance boy. I loved the performance."

"You're welcome, it was dedicated to you alone. I'm glad you liked it."

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YIPPIEEEE I REALLY LIKE IT

i'm not good at fanfics imo but ig i like this one

adorable gaming frfr

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Little Sister Hugs

requested: yes

synopsis: Jay gets stuck undercover in a risky case, and Voight warns you and Will that you might be at risk. You and Will get brought in by detectives who have their own plans.

warnings: canon typical violence, gun violence, threats and general bad vibes from criminals

please enjoy this extremely angsty fic bc its the last one for a while lol

You had been living with Jay for most of your life, even before your father died. You were so young when your mother died, your father essentially became a shell of himself. Leaving Jay to take care of you while Will pursued his career across another continent. When you were 7, Jay became a detective and the relationship between him and your dad became more strained.

You were so used to having Jay around all of the time that it was hard when he stopped visiting or staying over so much. As a result, your life started to get worse. Your father was never much of a parent to you, he did his best but you knew you were a mistake. He'd told Jay once that you looked so much like your mother that he saw her every time you were around. Although he was never very affectionate to you before, any sense of fatherly care had gone by the time you turned 8. Jay had decided enough was enough, knowing that Will wouldn't be able to do anything from New York, he decided to become your guardian. Ever since then, you had lived with him and he'd become more of a parent to you than anyone else ever was.

You had always known Jay had a dangerous career, but he had done risky jobs your entire life. You were used to it by now. He was always extra careful when he went undercover to make sure he didn't get tailed home, or bring any of his work around you unwittingly. When Will moved back home, he'd stayed with you two for a while. Then when Jay went undercover you would stay with Will.

Now, you were 16, you had complained about having to stay with Will while Jay was undercover.

"I can take care of myself fine," You told Jay, dragging your feet when he told you to pack your stuff.

"I know you can," Jay responded, holding you by the shoulders, "But I'm not taking any risks. I want to know you're definitely safe."

You groaned, letting him pull you into a hug and pretending to be mad about it, "You're such a sop."

Jay scoffed, pushing you away and grabbing your bag, "Get your ass in the car."

You laughed, trailing behind him while giggling about how irritated he looked.

Living with Will short term was alright, but it'd been almost two weeks and you were starting to realise why Jay took care of you instead of him. You didn't mind his late shifts or ever changing schedule because you were so used to Jays.

The only problem was you were so used to going to the district after school that it felt wrong not too. You'd complained to Will about it and he'd promised that after school on Friday you could come to Med and he'd get away early so you could go get dinner.

When Friday rolled around, you were excited to actually do something fun. Most of the time you hated hospitals, but knowing it would be a short visit was beareable.

Maggie beamed when she saw you, pulling you into a hug and immediately teasing you about being the "mini Halstead" like she always did. Normally you would go to the doctor's lounge to wait, but Maggie told you that it was being used for something so she pulled a chair up at the nurse's station for you.

Will spotted you from across th ED and made a B line for you, "Hey, kid, how was school?"

You leaned your head back to look at him, grinning at him upside down, "Good. How is work?"

Will grinned back, "Good." he copied, "Got any homework?"

You nodded, grabbing out the biology homework you'd gotten in 3rd period. You showed it to him, declaring, "my favourite!"

He laughed, "Just try it, i'll check the answers tonight, yeah?"

"yeah yeah," You replied, letting him give you a kiss on the forehead before he went back to his actual work.

Biology was not your strong suit - to be honest, neither was any other science but you at least liked chemistry. Biology was just boring. It didn't help that your science teacher's specialty was biology, so all the homework he gave was biology. Normally Will would go through it with you, but he'd tried to convince you to try it on your own the last few days. You'd told him he was the only Halstead who understood biology and would always be the only Halstead who understood biology.

You hadn't been in the ED much the last few years, which was an accomplishment knowing your family. Jay had managed to avoid getting hurt at work and Will knew how much you disliked the ED so he would invite you to the work hang-outs so you could still see Maggie and the others without going into Med. As you sat trying to work through your exercise, you realized just how chaotic and loud the ED was. No wonder Will came home exhausted most nights. It was like trying to concentrate when the entire world was buzzing around you.

You couldn't help but watch Will as he worked, he looked so in his element that it made you proud to be his sister. As you were watching him and Dr Asher converse, a hand on your shoulder almost made you jump out of your skin.

You whirled around to see Dr Marcel looking remorseful, "Didn't mean to scare you."

You sighed, putting a hand over your racing heart, "How do you walk so quietly?"

he laughed, pulling up a chair and sitting next to you. He glanced over what you were working on, "Mitosis and Meiosis." He read aloud.

You scowled down at the words, "I really don't see why I need to know this."

Crockett laughed, "Not planning on being a doctor?"

You turned your scowl on him, "I'd rather die."

He grinned and shook his head at your antics, "I'm a little offended."

You shrugged, turning back to your paper and continuing to doodle in the margins.

Dr Marcel watched for a few seconds before he asked, "Do you need some help?"

"Oh my god, please," You begged, "Will normally helps but well-" You both looked over to see him entering a treatment room.

Dr marcel took your paper from you, scanning over it and reading the instructions for each exercise, "Seems easy enough."

"Easy?" You scoffed.

Your banter drew the attention of Dr Archer, who made his way over to where you were sitting and leaned on the desk in front of you, "Might I ask why one of my doctors is sitting here and not doing his job?" He scolded.

Immediately you drew back, Dr Archer was kind of an ass from what you heard about him. The few times you met him he was intimidating and sometimes dismissive. There was something about how hard his stare was that always made you want to slink away.

Dr Marcel didn't seem at all fazed, immediately challenging Dr Archer, "Well, Dean, I'm on transplant today and we have no cases, so I came down here to see where I could help and i found it."

Dr Archer looked down at your homework, "Mitosis and Meiosis? You could be more help elsewhere."

Crockett hummed in disapproval, "I disagree, helping the new generation of doctors and nurses."

The Chief of ED turned to you, "You want to be a doctor?"

In the corner of your eye you could see Dr Marcel trying to silent tell you to say yes.

"Uh, maybe?" You replied, trying not to laugh.

Dr Archer let out a quiet, 'hm' and then left you to it. When he did, Will made his way back over to you.

"Please tell me you aren't stirring up trouble," He sighed, sitting against the desk.

"I would never," You replied sarcastically.

"Oh sure," He responded, playfully poking your shoulder. "Are you ready to get going?"

Your face lit up at the prospect of leaving, "Yes!"

Will glanced over your majority empty worksheet, "No success on biology?"

Dr Marcel chuckled, "I tried but I don't know if she's cut out to be a doctor."

You frowned, "Ha. Ha."

Will grinned at you, grabbing your bag off the floor and letting you say goodbye to Dr Marcel and Maggie so you could leave.

As you were walking out you stopped to wave bye to Hannah, who had been too busy to come see you but waved goodbye anyway.

As you were climbing into Will's car and putting on your seatbelt he got a call.

"Hello?" He answered.

You could hear another male voice on the other end. he hung up after a minute and started the car, looking almost concerned.

"Who was that?"

"Sargent Voight," He told you, "He's sending an unmarked car to pick us up from my place soon, as a precaution."

You frowned, "Is Jay okay?"

"I think so," He responded, "Sounds like they're just being cautious."

You nodded but didn't feel too convinced. You both sat in silence the entire ride. When you got home you both sat around waiting for the non-uniforms to come to get you. Will reheated some of last night's leftovers, giving them to you and telling you to eat quickly. You didn't have an appetite seeming the situation, but took a few bites to shut him up.

The knock at the door startled both of you, even though you were expecting it. Will opened the door to reveal two detectives.

"Will Halstead?" One of them asked.

"Yeah," He replied, ushering you over to join him.

"I'm detective Davis, this is my partner Detective Nash, would you come with us?" As he spoke he showed you his badge and his partner did the same, and then they were leading the way down the stairs to the car they had parked in front of the house.

You and Will climbed in the back, cut off from the two in the front by the screen. You leaned over to Will and joked about how it felt like you were being arrested, he rolled his eyes at your bad joke.

About ten minutes into the drive Will's phone started ringing again, he reached for it but the detective in the passenger seat whirled around, "Don't answer that."

Will frowned, showing him the screen, "It's Sergeant Voight," he explained.

"I don't care," He snapped back, "Don't answer it."

You couldn't see anything from where you were sitting, but Will's eyes kept flicking between the man's face and lower body like he was watching something. He put the phone down and raised his hands in defeat. The detective turned back in his seat, mumbling something under his breath.

Will looked over at you and say the concern in your eyes, he leaned over and whispered, "Don't worry, it's alright."

You nodded, taking a deep breath to try to calm your nerves. You fished your own phone out of your pocket, seeing a missed call from Voight as well. You always had your phone on silent, it seemed for once missing a call was actually useful. Voight was notorious for not checking his texts in a hurry, so you quickly pulled up Kim's contact. Will watched you silently, keeping an eye on the two hostile detectives.

You typed out a rushed message to Kim; Some detectives picked us up, but we aren't going to the district.

Immediately it showed Kim had read the text, typing out a reply.

Detectives?

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, showing Will the reply. You both shared a worried look.

You replied, Detective Nash and Davis.

Another message from Kim came through. Do you know where you are?

You looked out the window, trying to find street signs, you were terrible at remembering names. Before you could type out the reply, the car veered off the road to a shingle path. The road opened up to a quarry, which in the evening light looked much more ominous than you liked. You quickly shoved your phone under the passenger seat to make sure they wouldn't see it.

The 'detectives' got out of the car and the driver barked, "Stay here and don't make any noise."

You and Will listened to their footsteps move away from the car. Once they were out of the car you let out a shaky breath you had been holding. Will unclipped his seatbelt then undid yours, pulling you closer to him and wrapping his arms around you.

He soothed a hand up and down your back, "Stay calm, it'll be alright. Nice easy breaths."

You nodded, resting your cheek against his chest and hugging him back to try calm yourself down. After a moment the footsteps returned, they walked to your door and yanked it open. Detective Nash impatiently waved for you to exit. You hesitantly shuffled out of the car, crying out when he grabbed your arm and roughly pulled you away from Will.

He pulled his gun out of his holster, "You try anything, she gets one between the eyes," he said to Will, waving his gun around for emphasis.

He handcuffed your hands in front of you, Detective Davis handcuffing Will's behind him. Then Davis was dragging Will along with him along a track through the grass, you and the other detective following. Will kept looking back over his shoulder at you, silently telling you to remain calm.

The path in the grass opened into a work site, you walked past an excavator that looked older than you. Past the mess of old materials and machinery, the site was relatively clear. Apart from the group of five gathered men.

As you got closer you recognized one of them as Jay, he was wearing a dress shirt and pants and had clearly taken a recent beating to the face. His nose was still dripping blood. He was also handcuffed, when he spotted you and Will his nostrils flared in anger and he strained against his restraints.

You and Will were forced to your knees in front of the group. When you glanced around the other members, you noticed two of them had badges clipped to their belts. These were cops. It took all of your self control not to start crying, your brain was screaming at you to do something, but your body just trembled uncontrollably.

"So," One of the men started, "Now that your cover is blown, Detective Halstead," he spoke Jay's title like he was mocking him, "I thought you would enjoy seeing your family again."

Jay and Will were staring at each other, no doubt silently talking to each other like they always did. You used to joke they had twin telepathy but without the 'twin' part. Now it seemed they were silently trying to figure out a game plan.

It's useless. Your brain kept repeating. You were in the middle of nowhere, no one would hear anything this far away from residents, not at this hour. Even if they did, what could be done? There was no happy ending tonight.

The man who spoke before broke from the line, taking up a place next to you threateningly. You glanced up at Jay, trying to put yourself anywhere but here.

"I'll ask you again, Detective," He said, "What do you and your team have?"

You shook your head ever so slightly, no matter what Jay couldn't compromise his case. Even if he did share what they knew, you would all still die anyway. Dirty cops had almost nothing to loose.

Jay shook his head, "Not enough to make a solid case."

The man growled, he threw something to the ground, "But you had a recording device on you all the time? How could you not have anything?"

Jay opened his mouth to respond but he was cut off by the man, "If you lie to me again Halstead," He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pressing the muzzle of his gun to your temple, "Your pretty little sister pays the price."

Will started to protest, but was cut off by a sharp punch by Nash. Any concern on jays face had gone, you knew his well enough to see the glint of fear in his eyes, but mostly he just looked livid.

"I don't know what my team has," He said slowly, "I haven't spoken to them in a few days, they might have more-"

You couldn't help but cry out in surprise when you were being hauled to your feet by your hair, straight away your scalp felt like it was on fire.

"You really want to see your sister's brains all over the place?"

The irrational side of your brain took charge and you argued, "You're going to kill us anyway."

The man looked at you shocked as if he didn't know other people could talk. When he stared at you any drenge of confidence left you.

Oh shit.

Part of you felt a little proud for standing up to him, but the majority felt paralysing fear. You wouldn't even be able to defend yourself from this man, he was at least twice your size.

"You know what, I like her," He chortled, "And she's not wrong. Not completely. I'll kill you and your brother, Detective, but her?"

He let go of your hair and grabbed your chin tightly, pulling your face towards him like he was inspecting it.

"Can't let a pretty face like that go to waste."

Your heart pounded in your ears, you could feel yourself start to freeze up with fear.

He turned to Davis, ordering, "Put her in my car."

"No!" You protested, trying to fight back against the man who was much stronger than you. You glanced over your shoulder to see Jay and Will fighting back too, shouting obscene threats.

Davis dragged you kicking and screaming to a black SUV, he opened the door and shoved you in, not caring how rough he was being. Before the door shut he unlocked your cuffs, smirking at the fact you would still be as useless. When the door shut you immediately tried to open it, pulling uselessly at the handle. You tried the other side, then attempted the front doors but none would budge. You were locked in. throwing all sense out the window, you tried to break the glass by kicking it. It didn't even flex. You knew it was useless, it was probably reinforced or bulletproof.

It didn't mean you stopped trying. You eventually kicked the window so many times that it was starting to hurt your foot. You stopped for a moment to gather your thoughts. The sound of gunfire echoed around the quarry.

"No!" You screamed, pounding your fists against the window, "LEt me out, let me out!"

You could picture the scene, your brothers dead in the dirt, having not stood a chance. Your brain burned the fake image in your mind, convincing you it was real. You let out a choked sob, tears burning your eyes as you sobbed into your hands.

Over the sound of your laboured breathing, you heard footsteps approaching. You forced yourself to get as far away from the door as you could, tucking into a tight ball in the far corner of the seat. You prepared yourself to give one last fight, scrubbing the tears out of your eyes you your sleeve.

When the door opened, Hailey stood on the other side.

"Hey, hey," She said quietly, offering you her hand, "You're alright."

You hesitantly took her hand, letting her help you out of the car. When you were out, you glanced around to see patrol cops gathered around. You locked eyes with Will, dropping Hailey's hand and rushing to him, locking him into a hug.

Will immediately wound his arms around you, holding you tightly to his chest and promising he was okay, everything was okay. You cried into his chest, unable to hold back the raw emotions that had coursed through you moments before. Will gently pried your arms from around his waist, tucking your hair behind your ears.

"I know someone else who might need a hug," He said softly, guiding you back through the site to the entrance where an ambulance was parked. He nodded to Voight, who gave you a soft smile. You were still attached to Will, holding his arm tightly like it was the only thing holding you together.

Voight stepped out of the way, letting you and WIll approach the ambulance. Jay was sitting on the step, looking exhausted but relatively unharmed. You couldn't help but start crying again, so glad that he was okay. Jay smiled, shakily getting to his feet and reaching out for you. He pulled you into a tight hug, letting you cry into his chest as he soothed your hair and held onto you as he tried to convince himself you were alright.

You pulled away first, trying to clear the tears off your face. "Are you okay?"

He chuckled, "I'm better now."

You couldn't stop yourself from grabbing Will and pulling them both into a hug. When you pulled away you softly poked Jay's arm, sniffling, "You're still a sop."

[opalimagines]

Bad Influence

After your first week at school, a teacher warns you about your friendship with Rick, and you realize just how the people of Blue Valley see him. Takes place early season three.

Rick Tyler/gn!reader

Warnings: tiny reference to sickness/vomiting

Notes: There was a request for Rick keeping snacks on hand for a speedster so I've been working that into a few parts of the series :)

"(Y/N), if you could stay for a moment..."

Surprised to hear your name, you stopped in the doorway and looked back at Mr. McFarlane, who was standing near his desk. You turned to Rick and smiled. "See you later."

"Yeah, sure," he said, readjusting his bag where it hung from his shoulder. Rick gave you a nod and continued down the hall to his next class. Usually, you would walk with him since your class was on the way, but apparently Mr. McFarlane had different plans.

You moved further into the room again, playing with the loose end of your backpack strap. After sitting at a desk for 45 minutes, you were itching to at least walk a bit before having to do it again. "So, am I not doing as well in class as I thought?"

"No, no. Your work so far has been excellent." Mr. McFarlane sat on the edge of his desk with a sigh. "Myself and a few other teachers are...concerned about your friendship with Rick Harris."

"It's Tyler, not Harris." Rick had mentioned how he used to go by a different last name before he found out who his dad really was. Some of the teachers hadn't gotten with the program yet, which made you feel bad for him. You were going through something similar—having to go by Swift in public instead of Garrick—but at least you had the name of someone who loved you. While Harris was also Rick's mom's name, his uncle had soured it. "Why is there concern?"

"I know you're new to Blue Valley, but Mr. H–Tyler is not. He has a certain reputation for behavioral issues, and I would hate to see a bright student like yourself get involved with someone who could be a bad influence."

"I–"

"Excuse me?" Since school began, you'd been nothing but respectful to your teachers, just like your father taught you. At that moment, you weren't really feeling it anymore. "You obviously don't know Rick very well at all. He's a good person and a good friend, and I'm not going to stop being friends with him just because the teachers here want to be judgemental towards certain students."

"I need to go or else I'll be late to my next class. We wouldn't want Mrs. Thomas to think I'm being corrupted by a bad influence."

Without waiting for him to say anything else or dismiss you, you simply walked out, bumping right into Cameron Mahkent as he approached the door. You stared at him a moment before giving him a nervous smile. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it," he said before entering the classroom.

You couldn't help the shiver up your spine knowing that he was Icicle's son. But that didn't do much to stop your annoyance at Mr. McFarlane as you quickly headed down the hallway towards your next class.

"Ugh, I think I'm out of snacks."

You continued to dig through the front pocket of your bag just in case, but you were pretty sure you'd eaten your last package of crackers when you first met Rick at The Pit Stop that evening.

"Here..." Rick opened up his backpack and took out a candy bar, handing it over to you.

"You don't have to give me your food. I can go run and find something."

"It's fine," he said, turning back to his homework. It wasn't like he actually ate that type of candy bar anyway—he was more of a nutty buddy guy—but you didn't need to know that he kept his own stash for you. After all, he'd feel pretty bad if you crashed while hanging out with him.

You smiled at him and opened the wrapper. "Thanks." As you took a bite, you flipped through the assignments in your binder to find the next unfinished one, and you rolled your eyes when you saw the subject at the top. "Mr. McFarlane. What a jerk," you mumbled.

Rick glanced at you as you pulled the packet out and started writing on it. "You never told me what he wanted to talk to you about." You were acting strange the next time he saw you afterward, but you'd avoided saying anything.

"Because it was stupid." And because you thought it would hurt him, but you suspected that it wouldn't be much of a surprise. "Apparently, you have a bad reputation and 'behavioral issues', and our teachers think you'll be a negative influence on me."

Rick put his pen down. He'd seen this coming. Beth and Courtney had both gotten the same talk. A tiny part of him hoped that things could get better with the new school year, but obviously not. "What do you think?" he asked quietly.

"I think it's complete bullshit." Rick had never heard you curse quite like that before, and he realized you must have been even more upset by this than he thought. You turned around in your seat to face him, your knees pressing into his outer thigh.

"You're one of the sweetest people I know. And you're so smart. I mean, you taught yourself chemistry so you could decode your dad's journal! That's not even mentioning how you went to fight Eclipso without your hourglass because you knew your friends needed you. You're a great friend, Rick, and I don't care what anyone else says. You're not a bad influence. The JSA is lucky to have you."

Rick smiled, willing the warmth that rushed to his cheeks to go away. "I think you're the only person that's ever called me sweet, but...thanks."

"Don't get me wrong, Beth is still the number one sweetest." You didn't turn around again, instead leaning back against the arm of the couch. "But you're very close."

He laughed softly as he went back to his work, but you didn't find yourself as motivated anymore. "You know what...." You closed your binder and shoved it into your backpack. "Do you want to take a break and grab something from Richie's? I can run us over there. Then maybe we can do some work on the hourglass."

You had taken him on runs a few times—because all of your teammates really needed to get desensitized to it—so he was mostly used to traveling at high speeds by then. The first couple of tries hadn't been so pleasant.

"Sure," he said, placing his notebook on top of his bag so he could stand.

In a blink of his eye, the two of you were at the corner where the coffee shop mural was, just out of the way enough to not be accidentally seen by anyone. And he was only a bit queasy as a result.

"Feeling okay?" you asked as you let go of him.

He took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm good."

"Alright, let's go," you urged, crossing the empty street. "I would kill for a banana split right now."

Rick followed you with a little smile and a shake of his head.

[xxsquiddkiddxx]

hiiii could I request smth w John Bender where he's kinda infamous in the school. Reader and him are maybe assigned on a sculpting project together or something like that, and because of his reputation he expects her to hate him, but she's nothing but nice to him and feels for him because she sees the signs of abuse. One day he seems in an even worse mood than normal and is pretty bruised up (though trying to hide it) and after school when they walk out together she privately broaches the subject, causing him to involuntary have a breakdown/panic attack, which she comforts him through

With some romantic fluff at the end?? Idk ahhhh sorry this is so specific I feel awkward typing this all out 😭 no worries if you can't and have an amazing day/night!

A/N: Wait omg I actually love this???.?? I'll TOTALLY do this!!!!!! Idk how well it'll be cuz I haven't watched Breakfast Club since mid August... but I'll do my best. (Also ty so much for being specific! Helps me out A LOT more!)

Art Class ~ John Bender x !Artist! Reader

Pronouns for Reader: She/Her

Relationship type: Platonic to romantic

Genreal Idea: (Y/N) and John are working on an art project together, and things seem to be going smoothly. A friendship even seems to be blooming. However, one day something seems... off. And (Y/N) seems determined to figure it out.

Content Warnings: John might be out of character, accurate PTSD representation from someone with PTSD, abuse mentioned (but not seen in action), swearing. It's a fic that takes place in the 80s. What do you expect???

(No particular POV)

☆Day 1: Assignment☆

John wasn't exactly the best at art. Shop? He pretty much had that class DOWN. Art? Not so much. So he decided to bite the bullet and just get the class over with. It was only a half-year class anyway. And he needed it to graduate. And in his mind, if he could graduate... he could get the FUCK out of that house. It was a win for him.

He took his spot in the back of the classroom, sunglasses on his face, and leaned back slightly in his chair. He found himself zoning out, wrapping himself around his own head. The thing that pulls him out of his thoughts is the sound of someone clearing their throat. He lifts his sunglasses up slightly on one side, just enough to see who it was. It was a girl with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. Someone he INSTANTLY recognized as (Y/N) (L/N)

He didn't know the girl personally. He just knew OF her, if that makes any sense. He had another class with her, but he couldn't tell you what class it was. His school schedule mostly just blurred together if he was being honest. But every time he'd stolen a quick glance at her or whenever she was just simply in his line of vision, she always had her nose in either a book or a sketchbook. No in between. Occasionally, she was seen doing homework, but the rest of the time, it was drawing or reading.

"Can I help you?" He asks, a little snappier than he'd intended. Before he had a chance to mutter a quick apology and try again, she speaks.

"We were assigned to do the sculpting project together?" She says, unfazed by the snappy tone. It was the first time she'd ever spoken. Or... at least the first time John had ever heard her speak. Not nessicarily what he expected, but- God that sounds so fucking weird.

"Oh," He says, feeling kinda stupid. She just sits down, setting her bag down beside her, fishing around for what he assumed was her sketchbook. He decides to speak again, hopefully making some form of small talk to make up for the snappiness of before. "(Y/N), right?" He found himself bewildered at his own behavior. He normally never found himself feeling bad about his attitude or behavior. And here he was, feeling like a douche for slightly snapping at her.

"Yes," She says. "You perfer John or Bender?" She asks, grabbing a pencil and sliding it over to him, John stopped it with his forefinger. "I hear people call you both."

"I don't care." He says simply, watching her grab her sketchbook.

"Alright, John, it is." She says. "So, were you paying attention to the teacher, or do you have any idea what we're doing for the next..." She thinks for a moment, tapping her pencil eraser to the paper. "Week or so?" John's silence speaks more than if he'd simply said that he didn't. "We're doing a sculpting project." She says.

"Ah, I see." He says, twirling the pencil in his fingers.

"So I was thinking we could possibly get a rough idea before we actually dive in, yeah?" She says, flipping through her sketchbook. John gets some glimpses of her art, mesmerized by her work. She flips to the next blank page, writing at the top "PROJECT IDEAS".

The two plan, and by the two, (Y/N) mostly talked, and John just kinda nodded and went along with it.

At the end of class, (Y/N) gave John her phone number so they could stay in contact about the project. And the two went their separate ways for the day.

☆Day 3: Even More Sketching, Some Potential Friendship Forming☆

"How the hell do you understand this?" John asks, cracking his knuckles. "I barely understand 90% of this class." The girl in front of him simply chuckles.

"I've done this for a LONG while, John." She says. Most people just called him Bender, so hearing her call him John made him feel... nice? He didn't know, feelings are weird, and that wasn't a rabbit hole he really wanted to go down today.

"I've noticed." John says as the two work. "I hardly ever see you without that little sketchbook of yours." The two continue to work before John breaks the silence between the two.

"Ya know... I don't actually hate this." He says quietly, mostly to himself. (Y/N) hums in response.

"You say sumthin?" She asks, looking up at him. John feels heat rise to his face as he clears his throat, making up something on the spot.

"I-I said that I'm surprised you don't hate me." He says smoothly, covering up his little embarrassing moment.

"Why would I do that?" She asks, her eyes going back down to the large(ish) lump of clay infront of her as she rolls up her sleeves. The two converse back and forth while they do their project.

"Hey, so I was thinking." (Y/N) says before class ends. "Since we are a tad behind, we could possibly stay after school one of these days to get some extra work in."

"That works for me." John says, hand in his pocket. "When were you thinking?"

"Would you be able to do Thursday?" She asks. John thinks for a moment.

"Yeah, I can do that." John says.

"Sweet." She says as the bell rings. She puts the stuff they were using away and grabs her bag. "See ya."

John, left slightly speechless and red faced, blinks a few times before mumbling a "Yeah, see ya."

☆~☆

John was practically counting down the hours until he'd be able to work with (Y/N) after school. The fact that he was counting the hours down both disgusted and fascinated him. It was an odd combo that he really wasn't familiar with, nor had a desire to be familiar with.

(Y/N) had been nothing but the kindest soul to him. Did it make sense to him? No. Was he gonna ruin it by saying something? ... Also no.

☆Day 6: After School Work and a Walk Home☆

(Y/N) instantly knew something was up the second she set her stuff down. The air felt thicker around John, who was clearly pissed. The two didn't really talk, as (Y/N) detected he wasn't really in that mood. However, this didn't stop her from sliding a little slip of paper towards him.

John unfurled it: "You good? You seem a lot more angry than norma." John bit a small corner of his mouth until he could taste his own blood before responding verbally.

"It's not any of your business." He responds. The girl simply sighs softly, the two going back to the project. A few bruises poke out from under John's jacket sleeve, and (Y/N)'s heart instantly aches. She knew EXACTLY what was going on.

At the end of class, (Y/N) puts stuff away before asking John: "You still down to stay after?" She asks, her voice a bit softer than normal. John simply mumbles a "Yeah, whatever" and is out of the door.

☆~☆

(Y/N) sat on a desk as she ate a granola bar, waiting for John. Sure enough, there he was. He tossed his stuff at his normal desk, not really caring if anything was damaged.

"Ya know, we can reschedule if you're not doing the best." She says, doing her best not to sound rude or condescending.

"I'm fine, (Y/N)!" John says, slightly snappier than normal. "God, will you get off my back, please?" (Y/N), taken slightly aback, simply nods her head and the two get to work.

☆~☆

The two walk out of the school in silence. John feels like an absolute dick. He shouldn't have snapped at (Y/N). He's mad at his dad, not her. He can't bring himself to apologize though.

For once, it's (Y/N) who breaks the dense silence. "John, you don't have-"

"For fucks sake, I'm FINE, woman!" He snaps, turning to her. "God take the fucking hint?! Try that!" (Y/N) blinks a few times. She takes a lot, but that wasn't something she was gonna take. Regardless of what he was currently going through.

"Listen, John. I get you're in a bad mood. And you don't have to tell me why." She says. "But it's obvious you're not-"

"I'M FINE, (Y/N)!" He says, his voice shaking with unnessicary rage. "I'm fine! Fucking PERFECT even!" His hands shake with the rage. "So PLEASE! For FUCKING FUCKS SAKE! Get OFF of my ass about this 'You're not fine' shit. I'm PERFECTLY FINE!"

"Oh, clearly." (Y/N) says, hands on her hips. "Because someone who's fine acts like this."

"Oh my fucking god." John groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Are you ACTUALLY braindead? Did you NOT hear me?"

"John," The girl says, trying to be as calm as she can. "I can literally SEE the brusies-"

"Oh my god, you fucking win! You fucking win." He says, practically whirling his jacket to the earth, revealing a shit ton of bruises and marks both old and new. "There, my old man whipped me to shit last night cuz I forgot to do something exactly to his liking. SATISFIED?!?" The rage in John's voice scares both (Y/N) and himself... but mostly himself.

The look that (Y/N) has on her face brings him damn near to tears. It's a look not of disgust or fake sympathy. But of actual concern, maybe even actual care. He's trying to look everywhere, BUT her face.

"John..." She whispers softly, her fingers moving to his arm, but instantly drawing back. John sighs, extending his arm out to her. Her soft fingers trace each mark softly, almost a feather light touch. "You don't deserve this."

"Well clearly, I did." He mumbles, turning his head to the side. (Y/N) drags her finger down his arm softly to his hand, where she squeezes gently.

"No, you don't." She says, looking him in the eyes. "John, I may not have known you for a super long time. But I know for a FACT that you're a good person under the tough guy exterior." John stays quiet, his eyes not leaving the girl in front of him. "You DON'T deserve this." She gestures to every mark that she could see and the ones she probably couldn't see. "And I'll be DAMNED if I listen to you act like you don't deserve the dirt under my shoes." Her other hand moves to his shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly. "Last time I checked, no human being deserves this. And if you need ANYBODY, SOMEWHERE to get away for a bit, my door's WIDE open, just call me, talk to me, hell even send me a letter. I don't care. But I'm here-"

"(Y/N)..." He says softly, his fingers wrapping around the hand (Y/N) had hers in. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

"Of course, John." She says softly, going up on her tiptoes to lightly brush her lips to his cheek. "Contrary to belief, I do have a-"

"You missed." He says.

"I-I'm sorry?" She asks. John simply chuckles before pressing his lips against her own.

A/N: There we are! Hopefully, I did the idea justice. I loved it sm. I'm not nessicarily good at romantic fluff (I don't tend to experience romantic fluff often if ever XD) so hopefully I did it alright. I feel like I put a bit too much of myself into John during his little meltdown, as that's how I was during my first PTSD episode. I APOLOGISE FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK FOR ME TO GET OUT THO 😭😭😭😭

[f4ll-for-you]

The Project - Modern AU Aegon

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

Y/N and Aegon are sitting next to eachother in their first class of the day, Y/N is concentrating on the professor, Aegon isn’t.

"Aegon, please, stop trying to distract me and focus," she groans at him.

"Never! You're my distraction... that's all you are." He smirks and keeps trying to reach over to grab her hand.

"Wow thanks, nice to know I mean so much to you," she states, sarcastically and rolls her eyes.

"Then again, I wouldn’t expect much more from Aegon Targaryen."

"Oh, it's this again. That holier than thou attitute, acting like you're better than me because I'm not a goody two-shoes who does her homework."

"Shut up, Aegon, I’m trying to listen", she ignores his comment and continues scribbling down notes.

He rolls his eyes, then tries to reach over and steal her notes.

"Just give your hand to me, Y/N. I bet you're just hiding it because you like me as well, don't you?" he smirks, "I know you do."

She pulls back her notes from him, glaring at him angrily "Piss off!!" She whisper-shouts "and no, I do not like you."

He rolls his eyes and leans in close, whispering to her.

"You're a terrible liar, Y/N. And I can see right through it." He then leans in a bit too close to her and looks into her eyes, "You know it, too. You know you like me."

She rolls her eyes, turning her head away "You’re so full of yourself Aegon, don’t you have about 12 girls on the go at the moment?"

"Oh, please. It's closer to fifteen. He says casually in a joking manner. Not that you should care, though. I'm still single, and ready to... mingle. Besides, not a single one of them has half the appeal you do."

"You’re disgusting, Aegon," she says, still focusing on the professor at the front.

He leans into her ear and whisper-speaks to her, "Hey, you know that you're not half bad yourself, Y/N."

He then leans back and lets out a casual laugh. "See? The real you just can't help but come out."

"Ugh, leave me alone, after this, I’m asking the Professor to move my seat, I’ll never learn this stuff if you consistently distract me."

He turns and rolls his eyes, before turning back to pay attention to whatever the professor is talking about. Although, his focus seems to waiver as he looks over at Y/N, his mind wandering...

"He gives a sigh of defeat Fine, I'll leave you alone. For now."

The class comes to an end, Y/N frustrated, having learnt nothing, she gets her bag and goes to walk out, before the professor waves at her.

"Y/N, Aegon, can you speak for a moment?" The professor asks.

The pair look confused and walk over, Y/N even more frustrated that she might get into trouble for Aegons antics.

"You’re both getting top marks at the moment, I wanted you two to work on a project together, to help the rest of the class" the professor asks.

"Of course," Aegon replies, smirking, knowing how much having to spend extra time with him would piss Y/N off

Y/N glares at him, then turns back to the professor, forcing a smile "Of course we will."

The pair leave the classroom, Y/N trying to hurry away from Aegon.

Aegon follows, a smug grin on his face. It's always fun to make the stuck up people do things they wouldn't want to do, especially if it means you can get closer to them somehow.

"So..." He smirks and walks beside Y/N.

"It looks like we're going to be getting to know eachother a lot more..." He says in a flirty tone of voice.

"What's your phone number, babe?" He laughs, pretending to be joking, but is actually quite serious.

She takes out her phone and pushes it into him.

"Put your number in, I’ll text you"

He gives a short laugh "Fine. Fine, I'll do it."

After putting his number in, Aegon looks back at her with a smile, "Thanks, babe."

He then gives her hand a small pat, making sure to grab it tightly, trying to get a feel for, well, the girl she is, behind this fake persona she puts on publicly.

She grabs her phone back as soon as he’s finished, rolling her eyes at the heart emojis he’s put after his name.

"I’ll text you" she says, before walking off.

When she leaves, Aegon looks after her with a big smile.

"Alright, babe. I'll be waiting."

He gives a small wave and goes back to where he was, and, in his mind, he keeps telling himself 'She'll be mine. All mine.'

That night she lies on the sofa in her shared apartment, luckily most of her housemates her usually out, she contemplates texting Aegon.

In his apartment, Aegon lies back on his bed, scrolling through social media and checking his phone on and off for a text back from her. She really is playing hard to get, but with time, he'll wear her down; he's good at that.

He chuckles, thinking about how annoyed and embarrassed she looked in front of the professor. "Good one, Aegon. Way to get into her head."

She opens her message app, looking at the hearts next to Aegons name, feeling herself blush a tiny bit. Aegon, the most popular frat boy in her school wants her…well, wants her in his bed

She rolls her eyes at the thought, knowing all he wants her for is sex. She sends a bunt text 'When do you want to start planning this project then?'

He reads the text, a smile creeping up his face as he laughs Ooh, looks like we've made some progress with the Ice Queen...

He sends a reply

'How about Friday, say, five o'clock? We can meet in the library to start setting things up. Would that work for you, Y/N-kins?' He tries to play it cool in his text, yet can't help but add a cute little nickname.

She rolls her eyes at the nickname when she sees his reply 'Yep, Friday at 5, see you then, Aegon'

She hits send on the text, throwing her phone onto the other side of the couch.

After reading her text, Aegon feels a rush of excitement, knowing he'll see the beautiful Y/N again.

She must like me, if she agreed to this, right? She even kept my hearts, she's gotta like me...

He gives a short chuckle and goes back to scrolling through his phone.

'Y/N-kins. I can't wait.'

[crybyemissamericanpie]

Academic rivals - Coriolanus Snow x fem!reader (PT,2)

i suggest you go to my page to read pt 1 but do as you please

TW:getting killed mentioned (?)

Y/n stumbles back to her home, it was quiet, her father and mother always working and being an only child, she closes the door behind herself and walks to her bedroom and drops her bag on the bed, she looks at the now dressed manikin, that definitely didn't have a black, rose strapped dress with roses and flowers 'growing' all on it in the morning

Y/n takes a closer look at the dress and notices a small sticky note on the manikins neck it read:

"Hi Y/n

I made this dress for you for the ceremony, hope you like it, also sorry that I ate the chocolate left on your desk I'll promise I'll pay it back also I invite you over for dinner as s treat! :)

Sending love,Tigris"

She knew she wouldn't have needed to give a key to Tigris to the house since she's gonna now spoil her with dresses and also eat her chocolate

So she did go, it was a normal dinner that she'd usually have with the snows, grandma'am talking about the games, how great the Capitol is, Tigris trying to defend the districts a bit, Coriolanus nodding sometimes to be seen like he was listening and y/n staying quiet the whole time

As the dinner ended Tigris went back to work almost immediately to that Deva who makes her believe that she is actually doing something to fashion while only makingher give her foot and head massages and grandma'am went to bed

She was just about to leave when Coriolanus stopped her"we still have a group homework to do"he says as he stands in the end of the Hall, the group project how could she forget. She put down her coat once again and made her way to Coriolanuss room, him leading her

She was in his room only once, when Tigris wanted some materials ans fabrics that were in Coriolanuss room for some reason she went in. Coriolanus sat down on to the desk, 2 chairs already put in front of the desk, they had to write about what they loved about the war

She took a seat and accepted the pen and paper he has offered, they wrote down some things in silence, she looks at Coriolanuss paper it was about the feast of how delicious the food looked, then she made eye contact with her own paper, she wrote down how she found it brave that the districts rebelled against the Capitol and how much power they had. She quickly scribbled all of them, off her paper, what is she thinking? Siding with the rebels? This could get her killed!

As she scribbled Coriolanuss looked for a second but then gave up at trying to read what she scribbled out

"What did you wrote down?"y/ns voice rings, even though she knows what he wrote down and he probably knew that she knew, regardless she still asked

" about the Feist and how it always looked delicious "Coriolanus says as he looks at his paper, the she looks at her" what did you write down?before you scribbled it?"Coriolanus asks , looking into her eyes

"About...how I loved and feeled safe around you"She lies, it was true that she felt this way, but she couldn't say what she really wrote down

A smile creeps on his face"Sweet"He mumbles"why did you scribble it out?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

Y/n panicked a bit as what would she lie"cause there were some toughts that the teachers doesn't need to know "She says, it made sense,she didnt even know how could she think of it so fast

The smile stays on his face" toughts that I should know?"He asks, his cheeks going a bit red as he starred at her, y/n felt her hand sweat a bit at the question, she knew what he meant. Sure she found him attractive and everything but was there any chemistry between them?

"Maybe" She replies maybe a bit too confidently, there was no going back from this. A smirk plays on his lipsIt felt wrong, this could ruin their friendship would make the rumors in the academy go crazy, that they even flirted a bit.

He was her 'rival',someone who has a completely different view on the Capitol and the games, but it didnt matter, the only thing she could focus on is his soft lips against hers

[fight-the-corn]

sbi x reader part nine

The game night had kicked off what seemed like one of the best weeks of my life. The next day, I aced both tests I had. I made it home and to my room safely, my parents had decided to stay out for the night. School went well, barely any homework. Techno stopped to check in as the Blade once, Phil texted a few times, and I was actually happy. No new bruises for a record amount of time.

I was stupid to believe that things were changing.

Talking to Tommy, I realized that I was only a year ahead of him in school. He was struggling with chemistry, which happened to be the subject I did best in the year before. I had offered to help him.

The first thing that happened was the knock on the door. We never have visitors. My parents don't knock, it's their house. I peeked through the window, throwing the door open when I saw Tommy. I glanced around before pulling him inside, closing the door.

"What are you doing here?" I was trying to hide the panic in my voice.

"You said you would help me in chemistry!"

"Not now! Not here!"

"I'm already here, why not? I don't want to leave. I want to hang out with you. "

"Tommy, I promise we can meet up another time, but right now you have to leave. I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you, I swear. I can come over later tonight if you want?"

He pouted. " I'm busy later. And I have a test tomorrow I need help preparing for. "

"I'm so sorry Toms, but this is a really bad time. My parents will be home any minute, and they don't like it when I have friends over."

" So, you admit that we're friends? I am now legally friends with a woman everyone! Suck it, Wilbur! " His voice rose, shouting the last part.

"Shhh, Tommy, please, you need to-" the sound of a car in the driveway cut me off. "Come with me, now!" I grabbed his wrist, pulling him to my bedroom. "I'm going downstairs. Climb out the window, down the rose trellis. Go out through the back gate. Don't be seen, please."

Tommy nods, quiet. "Thank you," I say. "I'll be okay."

Tommy crawls out the window as I walk down into the lions den, hearing the front door open.

---

Tommy slides into the front as Techno picks him up. He's unusually quiet.

"What happened?" Techno asks.

"Her parents came home. I got out without them noticing though. Probably would have been worse for her if they saw me."

"It definitely would have been. Why did you go?"

"I needed help with chemistry, she had said she would help me. I have a test tomorrow, and we have Syndicate stuff tonight."

"I did well in chemistry," Techno responded. Show me your homework, I can try to help."

Tommy froze. "Techno."

"Huh?"

"I messed up. "

---

"Hello, princess." I could hear the venom in his voice. Something was wrong. Why was he calling me princess? That was only used when things were about to get bad.

"Your little friend still here? Or did he leave yet?" Oh no. Oh no oh no ohno ohnoohnoohno. She knew. They knew. How did they know?

"H-how-?" I can barely choke out the question .

"I've never seen this before." She comes into view with a red backpack, a Minecraft cow on it. Tommy's bag. Shit.

"He just showed up, came in. I told him to get out, he didn't listen! I was going to help him with homework sometime, he thought I meant here. I swear, it was an accident!"

"Is he still here?"

"No."

"Good. There's nobody to see me do this then."

The bag swings, making contact with my head. Jesus, what does that kid carry? There's definitely a computer in there, but there has to be rocks or something, because no way homework is that heavy. I'm left reeling from the hit, stumbling backwards. A whine involuntarily leaves my lips.

"Shut it, freak. No noises, you know this." Apparently he's joining too, wants to be a part of the fight. He lifts me by my throat, holding me in the air before dropping me. Ow. I'm gasping, that really hurt.

"Room. Now. " I stumble to my room, something feels wrong. It should be worse. It's never this easy.

I open my phone to multiple messages from the Crafts. I start with Tommy.

T: Hey I forgot my bag at ur place

T: Idk if it's too late tho

T: I'm so sorry

I message back.

O: hey toms, I'm really sorry but I think ur computer might be broken. I can try and help u get a new one, but I don't think it old one has much hope. I'll try and see what I can back for u tho. I'm so so sorry. :(

Next, messages from Techno.

T: are u ok?

T: Tommy told me what happened

O: I'll live. Nothing too bad, just a couple whacks here and there.

Finally, from Phil.

P: heard what happened. Please call if it's too bad

P: if we don't hear from you soon, we're gonna come check on u, please let us know if ok.

O: I'm ok :)

I roll into bed early, hoping that sleep would help.

---

I am awoken to pain. It all hurts. Everything. What is happening? I'm gasping, I can't breathe, I don't know what's going on. I can't see. It's only pain. It's dark. I cry out for help, feeling the pain worsen. It's focused on my leg now. I scream, feeling a harsh slap in return. Am I gonna die? Who's in my room? What is going on?

I gasp, and I'm blinded. Suddenly there's light. Too much. It hurts. I can't breathe. What time is? My eyes adjust, and the fear I felt before shoots up exponentially. He's in my room. Is this a dream? A knife. I look at my leg. My god. There's a knife in my leg. I'm gonna die. He grins. He's sick. I'm pushed to the floor. I can't breathe. Every time I try, a kick forces the air from my lungs.

I am going to die. There is a knife in me. I can't breathe. I am going to die.

He leaves. I have to get to my phone. It's the most important thing in the world. It's my lifeline. It can help me. I reach it, hitting call on the contact that promises me help. I silently beg that he'll pick up. It's 2:38 AM. Please, let him pick up. It's so hard to breathe. The red is everywhere. They said don't pull a knife out, it stops the blood, but there's too much blood. It's everywhere.

I am going to die. Tommy will fail his chemistry test. Surely, that's not my fault though. Right? Will they be angry if I die? Will they hate me? Will they cry? My parents won't, but I want to have meant something to someone. Is it selfish to want them to cry if I die?

"Hello? Olivia? Are you alright?"

"You picked up!"

"Yeah mate, of course, what's wrong?"

"I think I'm going to die."

[imnotsorryforanyofthis]

Quirkless Advantage

Chapter ten: U. A. Sports Festival

Warning: lots and lots of cussing.....

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These chapters are going to be stupid and short. Enjoy reading!

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"Yeah, I'm not doing this," I say walking off the field where the sports festival is happening.

"Not even ten minutes in and you decide to quit," Haru says following me. "You are too so I wouldn't say anything if I were you," I say looking behind me and see him rolling his eyes.

"Besides, I have a teacher that I must annoy and somewhere to go after this," I say walking down the halls to the changing room. "Well, of course you do. You don't want to be so exhausted by running two feet because that's probably all you can actually do," Haru says. I glare at him and shut the door on his face, so I can change and not look at him anymore.

I change and walk out of the Year three stadium. I can hear Haru running behind me to catch up. "Hey! Wait for me!" He yells. I stop for a second and then continue to walk with him beside me.

"Are you actually going to go to the First year's stadium just to annoy Aizawa?" Haru asks as we continue walking towards our cars.

I pull out the keys and unlock my door, "Nah, I'm too tired from walking around the stadium." Haru shakes his head and gets into his car, driving off.

I drive to the coffee shop that Haru took me to. I get out of the car and order a cup of coffee. I sit down in that back corner and pull out my computer to work on my homework.

"Funny seeing you here. Are you perhaps stalking me, Bunny?"

I look up, "Don't call me Bunny, Haru."

"But you can do that cute bunny nose thing," He explains as he sits down in front of me. I shake my head at him and continue to work. "Just drink your coffee and go," I say.

We sit in comfortable silence while we both drink our coffee and finish our homework. After about an hour, he got a call. He answers the phone,"What do you want?"

"It doesn't matter where I am. I'll still be there when it happens," Haru says and looks at me as I look at him. "Fine! I'll be there in a couple of hours!...Ok, bye," He says angrily.

Haru slams his phone on the table and I jump. "Uh, sorry... parents are annoying," He says. I only nod and he calms down. "My cousin that lives with us, is throwing a fit because of this other person and my parents are irritated and taking it out on me," He explains.

"My cousin is basically going to take over what my father does but everyone is frustrated with him because he's so childlike," Haru says, running his hand through his hair in frustration. He takes a deep breath in, stands up and grabs his bag. He releases his breath and says goodbye, walking out of the coffee shop.

I wave goodbye and get up to order another coffee since I'm finished with my first one. I pick it up and sit back down. I decide to read now because I'm done with my homework, so I take out my book. As I sit back up I feel someone sit next to me.

"Hiya, Bunny."

That motherfucker!

"I'll admit, it's a cute nickname," He says, putting his elbows on the table and leaning into me. "No," I start but he interrupts. "So... Bunbun, about later... I might not be able to do it," He fake pouts.

"Ok," I say, opening my book to start reading. "We can walk around town at night but we can't go to that park anymore," He says, pulling my book down so I can see him. I glare at him, "First of all, can you not do that? Second of all, why not the park?" "They know that I will be there somehow because I went there yesterday and almost got caught," he explains.

"Fine," I say, shutting my book and putting it back into my bag. I pick up my coffee and before I could grab my bag, Dabi grabs it. "Do you want to drop all of this stuff off first or what?" He asks, walking out of the coffee shop with me.

We stop walking as we reach the car. I take my bag out of his hand and put it in the backseat of the car. "Where do you want to meet?" I ask. "Oh? I'm not coming with you?" He asks and I only give him a blank look.

"I'll text you," He says, pulling my phone out of his pocket. I grab my phone out of his hand, "How?" "I have my way," He says walking off.

I go to check my contacts and see that "Big D" is at the top.

"Seriously?!" I yell even though I know he is probably too far for him to hear me.

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Here is the link to all of the chapters

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Omg look I am posting my writing again(shock)

Sorry this took so long, writers block is a bitch

Mystery of the Cyclone Chapter 5

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Penny Lamb kind of liked being forgotten. It definitely beat how it used to be. Staring eyes stabbing into her back as she walked by, snickerings that only halted when she grew near, ceaseless name calling and slurs the author isn't allowed to say. It all faded eventually as everyone forgot who she was.

Of course there were still a few who did remember her. Mainly and rather strangely was this boy in choir who would greet her by name every single day. Then again, he'd greet everyone by name every single day. There were also the bullies who remembered to pick on her but that too had died down by Senior Year.

All of this to say, senior year was great for the most forgettable girl in town. At least until the Cyclone happened. All that attention had gone straight back to being on her. People would stop her and ask her about it, how it felt, if she was scared. Rumors swirled that someone saw her lose her head.

She could only laugh at that and awkwardly move to her next class, trying not to give anything away about what happened with Karnak or the warehouse or the fact she actually did lose her head. While the choir made light of the situation, there was still grieving Penny did for Jane Doe and nearly losing her entire sense of self that night.

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Penny was the last to leave the choir room at the end of the day usually. She lived in the boarding house attached to the school so she never had far to walk. She spent most of that time doing mostly homework or reading so she didn't have to worry about it when she got back to the boarding house.

Penny valued her free time, so she tried to have as much of it as possible. Not that there was much to do at the boarding house other than sneak out and cause trouble around the neighborhood or find something for her and Ezra to do.

As the final bell tolled, Penny shut her book and finally started heading towards the boarding house. As quickly as her walk began, just as she expected it to, it ended. She pushed the door open, walking past most of the other boarding house kids and staff and into her shared room with her brother.

"Honey, I'm home!" She called jokingly.

"Ah, I've been expecting you..." Came a low, faux gravely voice from a dark corner. The figure swiveled around in the rolley chair and revealed himself to be Penny's brother, Ezra. He motioned a dramatic petting of a cat upon a tiger plush Penny had kept since she was a toddler.

The two soon bursted out into a fit of laughter. It lasted for several minutes only starting to fade after a staff member came through the door to check up on them. Once it did, though, the siblings found themselves comfortable spots within their shared room and began to discuss their mostly uneventful day.

"Some kids asked me about you today," Ezra said.

"What'd they ask?" Penny asked, growing concerned that what happened to her might cause Ezra to be effected.

Ezra shrugged, seemingly not caring much about it, "they were talking about watching you dying or something ridiculous like that. I don't get it really. You're not dead so why would they be saying stuff like that."

Penny shrugged as well.

"Anyways, I made like fifty bucks today, you wanna grab something to eat?" Ezra offered, shaking a bag of obviously criminally obtained money.

"I thought we weren't allowed to sell anymore?" Penny asked, visibly concerned about this more pressing matter.

"I got myself a dealer," Ezra explained, "c'mon, were in good hands, I'll treat us to a nice dinner then we could bribe the guard to loan us the game cube for the night."

Penny felt unsure about this. She, for one, very much wanted to give up all that drug selling stuff. She had friends, right? The kids in the choir! They were her friends. She worried Ezra wasn't doing so great. He was put into band, a much more... How do you put it? Concerning environment as compared to choir.

"Are you sure you want to keep doing all of that?" Penny asked bluntly, her eyebrows raising.

Ezra just nodded, silently, awkwardly. His gaze flicked away from Penny's for a few moments. The air between the two felt stiff. In fact, everything did. It was a familiar stiffness for Penny. One she could only associate with Jane Doe. A tingling, near burning sensation bubbled up within her neck.

By then, Ezra had already gone off to figure out some place to eat. He was always good at that. For some reason, Penny found herself still unable to move. The ticking of a faint and distant clock loomed ever in the background. Everything was dim. Everything felt wrong. Like she wasn't supposed to be there. Like something was coming to right the apparent wrong of her own existence.

"Penny? You alright?" Ezra snapped his fingers in front of her face, quickly breaking this trance.

"Hm? Oh, yeah," Penny replied monotonely, "I'm fine."

"Weird, you got in that trance and it looked like you were some kinda zombie," Ezra elongated the last words of the sentence as he shook Penny by her shoulders. It was a moment of jest and Penny went along with it, flailing her head back and forth with his motions.

Although, as she went to fling her head back, she felt the world around her start to spin and the wind around her pick up. It was a falling feeling. It was only after the thump of hitting the ground did she realise what had happened. As she turned to look up at her now headless body, she nearly let out a gut wretching scream.

Ezra was frozen in fear as well. His hands had yet to be removed from Penny's now headless body. Despite this, she was fine. Everything felt relatively as normal as being headless could be. Nothing hurt aside from the place where she hit her head upon falling. There wasn't blood spraying everywhere. It was silent. It was still.

Penny could move her body while like that. Although it was much more difficult. She fumbled it around, attempting to grab her head and reattach it. Ezra was of no help in this endeavor. He was still completely frozen and tears had begun to spill down his cheeks. She felt bad for causing all of this. She never meant to. Does anyone intentionally lose their head?

Eventually she managed to get to a position where she could actually grab her head and get it onto her neck. It reattached with a slight click sound, like the sound your joints make when you crack your knuckles. Penny tapped gently on Ezra's shoulder, eliciting him to flinch.

He moved his lips, stumbling breathy sounds came out as he attempted to form words. He waved his arms around frantically, mimicking what he just saw. It only stopped when Penny went in to embrace him. His arms resting firmly around his sister.

"Are you okay?" Penny asked.

"Your head just fell off... How are you okay?" Ezra replied.

"I... I have no idea."

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After that, the two siblings managed to sneak off to get some dinner and actually managed to have a good time. The place they chose was a local spot, not too far from the school. Everyone in town knew it as the place with the best burgers, but the Lamb siblings knew it as their special dinner spot for those special occasions.

The servers there knew them by name, and the Lamb siblings knew the servers by name. The two kids were the most regular of the regulars. Even when they lacked any money, the duo were always there, finding some way to order their favourite food. Often it would result in them working behind the counter just for a meal or even to the point of stealing from other customers.

This night was different, though. No stealing or working. They had money to pay. Although neither sibling was particularly jovial, both were thankful.

"The usual for you two?" The server asked.

"Yes please," Penny replied.

The server nodded and within moments she was gone. This left the two kids alone at their table.

"Are you going to tell the choir kids about what happened?" Ezra asked.

Penny nodded slowly, "most likely. They were involved, they deserve to know."

Penny ran a finger across her neck. A large gap had formed where a scar had originally been. It didn't hurt, it didn't feel like anything. It just felt normal. Something had to be done about it. Clearly it wasn't normal. But why? Why so sudden? Why after all this time since the Cyclone?

"Here you are," the server said, interrupting Penny's thoughts, "you alright? That scar bothering you?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah, it is," Penny replied rather bluntly.

"Here." The server took the scarf she had on and wrapped it around Penny, "It won't do much, but if you're worried about covering it, that scarf should work. You can keep it."

"Oh..." Penny wasn't sure how to respond, "thanks."

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Poolside

I literally had this idea in the shower and got out to write it down before I forgot, and now, less than twenty-four hours later, here we are with a whole one-shot. You're welcome.

Pairing: Diavolo x oc! Altaira [no pre-established relationship but highly flirtatious]

CW: features afab/fem oc! Altaira who uses she/her pronouns. Description of afab body and depiction of plus-sized oc. Highly suggestive but no actual smut, just Diavolo being a simp and a horny demon. Altaira is highly insecure of her body, and that is depicted here.

A/N: This one-shot scene is not canon to Altaira's fic.

Other characters: Asmodeus, Beel, Belphie, Mammon, Satan, Lucifer, Leviathan

Synopsis: On occasion, Asmodeus gets a wild hair and decides to help someone out with their lust when he feels so inclined.

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"Altaira! Good, you're here! Are you busy?" Asmo came waltzing into her room while she was busy doing homework. She started to answer but was interrupted. "There is a new pool opening here in the city, and I totally need to go so I can upload photos to Devilgram! And if you're in them I'll get so many likes!"

"Pass."

"Great, I can't wait– Did you just say pass? But why?!" Asmo whined, coming to kneel at her side as she sat at her table in her bedroom.

"I don't like public pools," she answered quietly, punching numbers into a calculator and writing.

"But darling, I really, really want you to go with me! It will be so much fun, and I know you love swimming!"

Altaira sighed, putting down her work and turning to look at Asmo, and then checking to see the door was closed.

"I don't like wearing swimsuits," she added. "I'll look... out of place."

Asmo tilted his head in confusion and pondered her words for a moment.

"Do you mean your body? You don't want people to see you?" Asmo inquired softly.

"Yes," she answered, sounding tired now.

"Babygirl, you have the most beautiful body. I've gone shopping with you how many times? And how many times do we get stopped just for demons to compliment us?" Asmo replied.

"They're complimenting you," she quipped, turning away again.

"As the Avatar of Lust, I think I know when others are lusting, and darling, they're lusting for you," he murmured seductively.

She was quiet for a few moments, trying to consider his offer to go. It's true. She was an adept swimmer and enjoyed being in the water. It was good for her mental health, too, to be able to float and relax, letting her worries wash with the flow and ebb of the water.

"I need a new swimsuit," she declared.

"Yes! We'll go to Majolish after dinner and go pick out new ones for us! Can we go to the pool tomorrow?" Asmo squealed.

"First, I have a question. Who all are you inviting?"

"Beel and Belphie said they would go," Asmo replied. "Satan says he's too busy, same with Mammon and Levi. Lucifer said he had to leave town tomorrow."

"And... Diavolo?" She asked hesitantly.

"I can invite him if you want–" Asmo wriggled with excitement.

"No! Please, no! Definitely not!" She interrupted him, shaking her head and waving her hands. Asmo merely shrugged and left, having got his way.

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Once at the pool, Asmo opened the gate to walk into the poolside area when he stopped the human exchange student after Beel and Belphie went through.

"Excuse me? Where's your suit?" The fifth born asked accusingly.

"Under my clothes," she replied sheepishly.

"Well, take them off! We are going to take so many pictures for Devilgram, and that suit you picked is absolutely adorable!" Asmo replied, taking her hand and walking her to the changing rooms. "Come out when you're done!" He said as he left.

Slowly, she peeled off her shirt and shorts to reveal a black cutout one-piece with a plunging neckline and high leg cut opening. Stepping out of the room with her bag of clothes and necessities in tow, Asmo turned and sighed dreamily.

"So perfect! Okay, let's go!" He beamed, dragging her to the pool.

Setting her bag down, she took Asmo's phone and started taking photos for him. Beel played water volleyball in the next pool over, and Belphie found a spot to nap in. When asked about it beforehand, he said he was in trouble for staying in the house for two weeks straight, so this was his way of compromise.

After a while, Asmo was satisfied with his mini photo shoot, and that's when Altaira looked up at the gate to the pool.

There, in all his glory, stood Diavolo in his swim briefs and unbuttoned flower shirt. He was just turning after closing the gate, and she relieved a full view of his body, causing an obvious blush to arise on her cheeks, and neck, and, well, everywhere else too. She drank in the prince's sculpted design, his muscular thighs and cut abs.

"Okay, your turn–" Asmo started to say until he felt his pact mark burning. Looking up, he witnessed Altaira staring to the side, her entire body lighting up with lust. Immediately looking to see who had her undivided attention like this, Asmo saw the Demon Lord walking to the opposite side of the pool to them, and it was clear her eyes were following his every step.

"Enjoying the view?" Asmo asked, interrupting her thoughts. She jumped and fumbled his phone. Carefully, she placed it on the concrete next to where Asmo stood in the water.

"I can't do this," she whispered, still staring at the prince. He was now getting settled, putting his towel in a chair, along with his D.D.D. and necessities.

"Why? Do you want to talk to Diavolo?" Asmo asked.

"No! No! I don't want him to see me!" She whimpered frantically. In a mad dash, she grabbed her bag and ran back to the changing room, hoping to get there and remain unseen by the Demon Lord.

"Oh, Asmodeus! You're here!" Diavolo beamed after stepping into the pool and recognizing the fifth born.

"Hey, Diavolo!" Asmo answered.

"Is it just you today? Did I see Belphie taking a nap on my way in, or was I mistaken?" Diavolo asked with a laugh.

"No, you weren't," Asmo replied, exasperated. "He's taking a nap outside of the house after getting in trouble with Lucifer for spending too much time in the house. Beel is playing water volleyball over there," he then pointed at the orange-haired demon towering over most everyone else. "And Altaira was here."

"Altaira? She was here? Well, where did she go? I'd love to say hello," Diavolo replied too excitedly and immediately started looking around.

Asmo narrowed his eyes and glanced at the changing room with a smirk on his face.

"She'll be back," Asmo replied.

The Avatar grabbed his phone and started texting the human, hoping to sway her into coming out.

Asmodeus: Please come back, doll! I need photos of you!

Altaira: No.

Asmodeus: Pleeeeeeeaase?

Altaira: No.

Asmodeus: Fine, you can wear your clothes so he doesn't see you fully. Will you come out?

Altaira: I'll think about it.

Satisfied, Asmo turned back to the prince. "So, Diavolo, what brings you here?"

"Ah, well, this is one of my projects I had set up, and I was out of town when the grand opening happened. I wanted to come and see it myself and enjoy it, at least once," Diavolo replied.

"Is that right? Well, I have more ideas for you to consider when you have the time," Asmo purred, moving slightly around so Diavolo's gaze would get the changing room in his peripheral. It worked as the Demon Lord turned to continue talking.

Altaira finally made her appearance, now in her t-shirt and shorts. As she walked out, she immediately caught Diavolo's attention, unintentionally, of course. Asmodeus noticed his golden gaze flit away from his and lock in on something, or someone. With the way the prince's eyes dilated, the Avatar of Lust had but one guess.

Altaira had started to walk towards the edge of the pool the Avatar and Demon Lord were in, when she heard a shout,

"Altaira! Watch out!" Beel said.

As she looked up in the direction the voice came from, a volleyball hit her square in the clavicle with quite a bit of force, knocking her off balance. Fortunately, she had the awareness to let herself fall more to the side and into the pool she stood next to, arms flailing and all. There was a huge splash, and a silence swept over the area as everyone saw the human fall into the deepest end of the pool.

Diavolo immediately swam over to her, having witnessed the whole ordeal and wanting to make sure she was okay. Before he was halfway to her, her head bobbed up as she sputtered, and she latched onto the lip of the concrete next to her. Hoisting herself up, she managed to scramble back out of the pool. He stopped and watched as she came to her feet, and he was in awe of her.

As her now-wet clothes clung to her, he saw nearly every curve of her delicious plump body. He barely noticed Beel coming up to her to check on her with how enamored he was with her form. Diavolo saw how her waist tapered into a lovely hourglass and how her full hips swayed as she stood there. A blush crept across his cheeks as he took in her ass, how round and soft it looked from his view, seeing what lie beneath the cloth clinging to her. It was like two batches of fully risen bread dough, and he wanted to knead his hands onto her beautiful flesh. When she turned, still oblivious to his lustful gaze, he could see the swell of her breasts beneath that cursed drenched fabric. Her nipples poked through deliciously, letting him imagine more than what was appropriate. A small twitch of his lips into a smile appeared as he saw the outline of her tummy, plush and rounded, something he found to be an adorable feature about her. She was just so soft looking, and it was something he wanted to experience for himself, under his hands, in his bed, underneath him.

More unsavory thoughts oozed across his mind, and Asmodeus chuckled behind him.

"See something you like, Lord Diavolo?" The Avatar teased, watching the lust pour off of the Demon Lord in buckets.

The prince immediately tore his gaze away. "What? Did you say something? I didn't quite catch it," Diavolo asked.

"I have my answer, given how you look like a blushing virgin right now. Why don't you go talk to her? Surely you don't want Beel to sweep her off her feet, do you?" Asmo said, gesturing towards his younger brother and the human woman. Diavolo watched with mild angst and jealousy, and decided, no, he wanted to be the one to save her.

"Altaira! You're here!" He called to her, getting her attention.

Her head swiveled around to look down as Diavolo swam to her, meeting her at the pool's edge. Panic struck an icy bolt across her spine as she wanted to run. Beel patted her shoulder and walked off, having received a glare and hand motion from Asmodeus to get lost.

Seeing as though she was caught, she turned and held her hands behind her back, ringing them anxiously.

"Oh, um, hi Diavolo. It's nice to see you here," she offered politely.

"Likewise! Are you enjoying the facility? I had hoped to get your feedback since I know you enjoy swimming," he replied joyfully, a broad smile on his face.

"It's a wonderful addition," she answered.

"Are you leaving? Since we're both here and I have the time, I'd love to talk with you more. That is, if you don't mind," he said, pitching his voice lower into a slight purr.

"Oh, uh, of course," she replied. Slowly, she sank down to the concrete to sit on the edge. Diavolo finally took the moment to look at her form again. He had respectfully kept his gaze on only her eyes while they spoke, but the moment she sat on the edge, Diavolo admired how big her thighs were. He was amazed at how much he wanted to touch every inch of her, imagining her body was like a plush toy, soft all the way around, just right for hugging and holding. When she slid down, he noticed her shirt riding up to reveal not ivory skin but a black mesh material.

He was confused, and he started wondering why she was wearing a swimsuit underneath her clothes, but he tucked that away for the moment.

"So, on the topic of swimming, how did you learn to do it?" Diavolo asked her once she was in the water in front of him.

"Oh, it may sound kind of harsh, but when I was about three, my parents threw me into a pool, and I learned on my own. It has always come natural to me," she replied shyly.

"Is that right?!" He asked with an ecstatic laugh. "I didn't know humans could be so bold! That's how demons are taught to swim as well. They either float or they drown," he replied with a wide grin.

"How barbaric," she teased playfully. He laughed loudly again.

While the two conversed, Asmodeus sat at the other end of the pool with a prideful grin on his face. The prince and human ended up closer as they spoke, and the fifth born of course documented it all. At one point, the two were laid up against the wall they were near and were nearly touching shoulders with Diavolo's body partially shielding hers. Asmo snapped a few photos and then decided to rile up his brothers in The Demon Brothers chat. At first, he sent just a few of himself and his brothers at the pool.

Asmodeus: Having fun at the new pool today!

Lucifer: Ah, good, you got Belphie out of the house.

Satan: That is actually a nice-looking pool. We may need to check it out sometime as a group.

Asmodeus: Altaira and Lord Diavolo are enjoying it, too.

The fifth born proceeded to upload one of the photos of the two looking a little too cozy. At this point, when Asmo looked up, he saw Diavolo's arm pitched behind her on the concrete edge as he spoke with her in a hushed tone.

Mammon: Oi! What gives?! You didn't tell me Altaira would be there! And why is Lord Diavolo so close to her?!

Satan: I also was unaware she would be there, Asmodeus.

Leviathan: I would have reconsidered had you told me she'd be there.

Mammon: Answer me, Asmodeus! Why are those two so close?

Lucifer: Mammon, quit whining. Diavolo is clearly enjoying a day off. It's not often he gets to talk with her either.

Mammon: I won't have it! If you zoom in, you can see his arm behind her!

Satan: ... He's right.

Lucifer: Enough. That's the last I'll hear of it.

As Asmodeus continued to lord this over his brothers, Altaira and Diavolo had been talking for quite some time, and he had invited her to come back to the castle again. She gladly accepted. With his assistance, she climbed out of the pool with him following close behind. He quickly grabbed his things, wrapping a towel around her shoulders for her, and they left.

Just as they exited the gate and were well out of earshot from the other patrons, Diavolo leaned down and murmured in her ear, "You don't need to hide yourself. You're quite marvelous underneath it all, and I wish you'd let me see more of you."

After all, Diavolo was a man, and he'd be a damned fool to not let the object of all of his desires know how much he wanted her. She kept her head low with a furious blush scalding her face with the tiniest of grins.

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After taking satisfaction in his victory, around ten minutes later, Asmodeus looked up to see the prince and human gone, nowhere to be seen. Only, in fact, to see Mammon, Satan, and Levi all came up to the pool gate in their swimwear, looking rather nonchalant or trying to be, at least.

Mammon spotted Asmo and stalked up to the fifth born.

"Alright, where are they?" Mammon snapped. Satan and Levi followed close behind.

Asmo looked at his D.D.D. and smiled.

Altaira: I'm staying at the castle tonight.

Asmodeus: Have fun, enjoy yourselves~

"Aww, boo, it looks like you just missed them," Asmo jeered. "But as long as you're long as you're here, you can take more pictures of me for Devilgram."

Oh, what fun it was to be poolside that day.

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Thanks for reading! <3

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So—

Okay. Uh. Kinda embarrassed. But I'd like to post my smut here. It's not my first, but it's one of my many. (I'm too embarrassed to post my first because Idk how people are gonna react to it.) So here's one of my older, but recently finished Taikaaki smuts. So sorry for anyone who'll see this. It's also kinda just. Long, but it's long for some reasons I guess.

Warnings: Smut (duh), mention of some pedophilia (but not anything explicit), uhhh and I guess many more.

There's also trans Takaaki. (This was my first trans Takaaki fic actually.) I'm not amazing in writing smut so take what you get. Don't expect anything amazing. Okay, I'm gonna stop rambling. Don't read if you're not comfortable or anything. Okie, bye! *disappears*

They shouldn't be this close. They shouldn't have their lips touching. Their hands shouldn't be brushing up against each other. Taichi knew they shouldn't be doing many things at the moment. But it just felt nice. Their homework was left on Taichi's desk, unfinished. Takaaki sighed against his mouth, wrapping his arms around the nerd's neck. Takaaki smiled to himself, he knew that this nerd was his. He lowered himself onto Taichi's mattress beneath him.

"Aki, maybe we should not…" Taichi's words trailed off, he was embarrassed a bit.

"I think we should. There's no harm if it's just us." Takaaki said with a wink. His bright scarlet eyes filled with playfulness. Taichi blushed bright red. "We're guys…it's not right!" Taichi protested. Takaaki sighed in disappointment, removing his arms from around Taichi's neck. They found themselves between his thighs as he let out another disappointed sigh and sat up, "Fine. Have it your way."

The look on his best friend's face made him feel a bit guilty. But it was true! They shouldn't be messing around like that…even if it felt good.

Takaaki got up from his spot on Taichi's bed and went back to sit at his desk. "Let's just finish this and I'll head home. It's already late, anyway." Takaaki told him as he picked up his pencil and started writing away. Taichi bit his lip, nervously glancing at his friend. He felt conflicted. He wanted to continue whatever they were doing, but he knew they couldn't. Plus, Takaaki seemed to be getting very close to Mariana.

So…maybe it was best if he just let them get together. Plus, it was right. She was just perfect for him, she was pretty and tough. It made Taichi a bit jealous, but he knew they couldn't be. Even if it broke his heart.

"Yeah, let's…" Taichi agreed and sat back at his desk. He played with his pencil, taking quick glances at the other teen next to him. Takaaki had his head in his hand as his fingers played with his raven black hair. His face was still filled with disappointment. The scratching of his pencil stopped, "You're staring. Something wrong?" Takaaki asked, turning his attention to the brown-blond haired male. "Ah, it's nothing." Taichi turned away from him, cheeks growing red again.

"Nothing at all? You can tell me, Chi." Takaaki said, smiling.

"Uh…what'd you get for number 12?" Taichi asked.

Takaaki blinked, surprise on his face. He laughed, trying to mask his returned disappointment. It was homework related? He made it seem like a big deal. Takaaki told him his answer, still not fully convinced that it was his only question.

"I got that, too. Well, thanks." Taichi then started to write on the sheet of paper, hiding his face by turning his back towards Takaaki. Takaaki rolled his eyes and continued to write. He finished his homework and gathered his papers to put them in his bag. "Well, I should go now. See you! Thanks for having me over!" Takaaki said, bowing slightly and opened Taichi's bedroom door. "Takaaki, wait." He heard Taichi say.

Takaaki turned to face Taichi. Taichi nervously got close to him, bringing their lips together. Takaaki cupped Taichi's face, closing his eyes and kissing back. Taichi opened his mouth, letting Takaaki enter his tongue in his mouth. Taichi gasped and moaned. They pulled apart, gasping for breath. The two of them just stared each other in the eyes, their foreheads touching.

The two broke the silence with laughter. Their cheeks were red, idiotic grins on their faces. Their fingers were intertwined, "So…uh, where do you want this to go?" Takaaki asked, averting his gaze. "I think you know." Taichi responded, smirking. Takaaki smirked back, "Great."

Taichi closed the door to his bedroom, locking it. "In case someone comes home." Taichi said, nervously smiling. Takaaki nodded, smiling as well. Takaaki sat on the bed, waiting for Taichi to join him. Scarlet eyes watching him intently. Taichi's heart was pounding, he was nervous. He'd never done anything like this before, especially with a guy. He was a virgin. At 18, too…everyone around him already had sex because it's what horny teens in high school do.

"You alright?" Takaaki asked, cocking his head to the side. "If you don't want to, we don't have to." Takaaki said, smiling softly. "N-No, I want to. Just…I've never done this before. I'm kinda nervous." Taichi explained, not meeting Takaaki's gaze. Takaaki's expression softened, "It's okay. Everyone's first time is very nerve-racking."

"I guess." Taichi took a seat next to Takaaki. The two didn't look at each other, awkwardly just staring at their hands. Takaaki hesitantly moved his hand to grab Taichi's. He wasn't sure why he felt nervous as well. Maybe it was because it was Taichi…

He really liked him. A lot more than he wanted. Maybe he was a little scared to scare the guy off. He was so cute, it'd be such a shame to lose someone like him. But he knew they couldn't have each other, publicly that is. He bit his bottom lip. It wasn't just that that bothered him…

"Hey, there's uhm…something you need to know about me before we continue." Takaaki said, blushing. He was biting his fingernail, not looking at Taichi still. He let go of Taichi's hand to turn his body towards his friend. "Just know that, if you hate me or think I'm really weird, I won't hate you. I'll probably still be in love with you." Takaaki chuckled at the last sentence. He sounded so stupid.

"I'll never change the way I view you even if you tell me. Even if it's the most vile thing ever, I'll still really love you." Taichi told him, grabbing both of his hands. Takaaki smiled at him, "Oh, Taichi…" He couldn't help himself, he kissed Taichi and held him. "Do you really mean it?" He asked, his face was filled with hope.

"Of course! You're one of the most important people to me." Taichi said.

"Thank you." Takaaki planted a kiss on his cheek and got up from the bed. "Mind if I remove my clothes?" He asked as he unbuttoned his uniform shirt. "I-I don't m-mind." He looked down on the floor as Takaaki removed his clothes. He was a little confused, but if it had to do with his body, he should know before they even had sex. He was glad Takaaki told him before they did anything.

"Uhm, you can look now." Taichi raised his head, looking at Takaaki's naked body. He was nervously looking away, crossing his arms. Taichi noticed the wrapping that covered Takaaki's chest. He blinked a bit. Was he hurt? Taichi continued to eye Takaaki's body, he felt himself grow hot in the face. He felt his pants tighten in the crotch area, too. Taichi's eyes widened when he looked down.

"Oh…you're…well."

"I'm not really a guy…I guess. I hope you don't mind." Takaaki still didn't look at him. The brown-blond boy silently got up. He kissed Takaaki's cheek, smiling. "I'm surprised. But I don't mind at all."

Taichi cupped Takaaki's cheek and brought their lips together. It was a very passionate kiss that made Takaaki melt. They found themselves back on Taichi's bed. Takaaki was on top of Taichi, their fingers intertwined again. Takaaki felt his clit get wet, practically soaking. He felt Taichi moving under him. "Is this alright?" He asked as he stuck his tongue in Takaaki's clit, causing the boy above him to gasp.

"You sure you've never done this before?" Takaaki asked through pants as Taichi's tongue skillfully licked and penetrated. He was a moaning mess. He grabbed a fistful of brown-blond hair, shoving Taichi's mouth deeper in him. "Fuck. F-Fuck! So good…AH!" Takaaki moaned. They were both so lucky nobody was home.

Taichi closed his eyes, rubbing circles on Takaaki's thighs. He tasted so good and was so warm. He moved Takaaki's leg to get a better angle. The boy above him was moaning louder, it was intoxicating. He could feel his pants grow tighter from hearing his moans. "NN…AH! AH! MM‐HAAH…TAICHI! AH!" Takaaki screamed in pleasure. There was no way Taichi was this good when he was just a virgin. No fucking way.

"Th-There's no– NN…hah, fuck. There's n-no way that you're this g-good as a fuckin' v-virgin." Takaaki stated, struggling to let out a sentence. "I've never done this before. Honest." Taichi answered him, then continued. "FUCK! I'm close, Baby." He whined, looking down at Taichi.

Taichi smiled at him as he curled his tongue, moving it in and out of him. Takaaki came with a loud moan, gripping Taichi's hair so tight that he probably ripped some hair out. Taichi wiped Takaaki's fluids off his mouth, grinning at him. "Was it good?" He asked a panting Takaaki.

"No, it was shit. Never eat me out ever again." Takaaki sarcastically said. That caused the boy beneath him to laugh. Takaaki's cheeks were flushed red, he moved himself off of Taichi's face and sat down on his lap. Taichi moaned when he felt Takaaki on his bulge. Takaaki kissed Taichi, tasting himself on the other's tongue.

"My, seems you've got a problem yourself." Takaaki said as he touched Taichi's bulge, causing the boy to whine. He smiled smugly, unzipping Taichi's pants and pulled them down. He saw the pre-cum that stained Taichi's boxers. He pulled them down as well, letting his cock spring free. It was high up in the cold air, slicked with pre-cum.

The raven haired boy's eyes widened a bit. "Oh, aren't you big?" He said, wrapping a hand around his cock. He ran his thumb on the tip of his cock. Taichi moaned out a "Shit."

He leaned down and kissed the tip, then engulfed it in his mouth.

The cute boy gasped, then moaned. Takaaki took him like it was nothing! He licked and sucked, eyes closed and a smile on his face. He was so cute, squirming and writhing like a cute little virgin. He was so perfect. Taichi moaned loudly, squirming and wrapping his legs around Takaaki's head.

Takaaki just continued, bobbing his head up and down.

Taichi was blinded by pleasure. It was better than him just masturbating thinking of Takaaki. Taichi raised his crotch into Takaaki's mouth with his head thrown back. He was a mess underneath Takaaki's skilled tongue. "A-Ah! Takaaki, please.."

Takaaki hummed. He lapped his tongue around Taichi's tip one last time before removing himself from him. Taichi stared up at him in confusion, "S-Something wrong?" Taichi asked. "Nah, nothing. Uhm…I'm going to ride you, if that's fine." Takaaki said, cheeks flushing red. "Y-Yeah, it's fine…" Taichi's cheeks were also flushed red.

"Let me get something…hold on." Takaaki said as he got off the bed to check his bag. Taichi laid there, thoughts racing. He was really doing this and with his best friend, too. His heart was pounding fast, he was excited. Especially since it was with Takaaki, he wouldn't have had it any other way.

Takaaki threw him something. "There we go, found it!" He said happily. "Good thing I have one in case something happens." Takaaki laughed as he said that. Taichi looked at what was given to him in confusion. He realized that it was a condom, "Why do you just have a condom in your school bag?" Taichi asked in confusion.

"No reason." Takaaki lied, clearly embarrassed. He took a seat on Taichi's lap again. "Here, let me put it on ya." Takaaki said as he grabbed the condom and opened the packaging. He pulled out the rubber from its packaging, then looked at Taichi. "Still wanna continue?" He asked.

Taichi nodded.

He nodded as well, slipping the condom on Taichi's twitching cock. "Great, now we don't have to worry about pregnancy." Takaaki jokingly said, winking. Takaaki moved himself above Taichi's cock, positioning himself and then slowly sliding down. The two groaned. 'Ah, shit…' Takaaki muttered, moaning.

Taichi put his hands on Takaaki's hips, raising Takaaki up and then sliding him back down. More moans spilled from the raven's mouth. Thick eyebrows drawn together, eyes squeezed shut. He moved up and down on Taichi's cock, loving how it felt in his clit. Maybe he was being biased, but having sex with Taichi was better than with anyone else.

"Sh-Shit. Ah, Taichi…" Takaaki moaned. Taichi laid there, sprawled out, groaning. It was so warm, so good. Being inside Takaaki felt wonderful, better than he could ever imagine.

Taichi thrusted his hips up to meet with Takaaki's. The boy above him moaned louder as their pace quickened. "Taichi! Taichi! Yes! Fuck me, fuck me!" The raven moaned. His clit was getting more wet with their movements. "Aki…shit, you feel so good." Taichi groaned.

Takaaki found himself on his back, having switched their spots on the bed. Taichi was on top of him, thrusting into him. His thrusts weren't perfect given that it was Taichi's first time, but they made Takaaki a mess. "Baby, please, harder. Fuck me harder!" Takaaki screamed, wrapping his arms around Taichi's neck, arching his back. Taichi hesitantly thrusting in a more rougher manner. He raised one of Takaaki's legs to get a better angle.

"AH! YES! YES!" Takaaki screamed in pleasure. His head was thrown back, moans growing louder. "TAICHI! AH! MM–HAAH!" Takaaki spread his legs more, inviting Taichi to just take him. He threw his dignity aside, wanting to whore himself to the boy above him. Taichi grabbed both of his legs from the thighs, his grip so tight they might bruise. He continued to piston himself in Takaaki's (currently being) abused clit.

"Shit…Aki you look so cute like this. Almost slutty-like…" Taichi mumbled in his ear. Takaaki just continued to moan loudly. "A-Am I a good slut…?" Takaaki forced out in an even voice. "So good, perfect even."

Takaaki loved the praise. It made him whimper. He loved being praised while also being degraded by his lovely Taichi.

Taichi's thrusts became erratic, hard and fast. The two were so close to reaching climax. "Taichi…please, bite me. AH!" Takaaki requested, moaning and whining. Bite him? The nerd blushed. Taichi lowered himself to reach Takaaki's neck. He bit at the flesh, causing Takaaki to jolt in pleasure. "KEEP GOING! MAKE ME YOURS!" He heard him scream.

And he did. He bit down hard on whatever he could reach. Takaaki's whole left side from his neck to his shoulders was covered in bite marks or hickies. It really turned Taichi on. "I'm so close, Aki." He murmured, kissing Takaaki passionately. Takaaki moaned into his mouth, gripping tightly at his hair as Taichi continued to thrust into him harshly.

"Ah! Mm…AHH! S-Same here."

The sounds of skip slapping was dizzying. The harsh thrusts making Takaaki go crazy. "Ohh…AH! TAICHI! DON'T STOP!" Takaaki screamed. His clit was aching from all the abuse. He was definitely going to feel this the next day.

Takaaki moaned, screaming Taichi's name when he came. He laid on the bed, limp. He was tuckered out. Taichi kept going in a slower pace, chasing his own orgasm. Takaaki whimpered. "Fuck…Taichi. Ah." Takaaki silently moaned. Taichi groaned lowly when he came. Releasing himself in the condom. The two panted in exhaustion.

Taichi slowly pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to Takaaki. "Uhm…how was it?" He asked shyly. Takaaki smiled at him, turning to his side. "It was great for your first time." Takaaki complimented, holding onto Taichi. "That's gotta be uncomfortable." Takaaki said as he looked at Taichi's uniform shirt that was still on him. "Let me take it off."

He unbuttoned the shirt and marveled at the sight before him. "My, you look better like this. Do you mind?" Takaaki asked as he kissed Taichi's shoulder. "I-I don't mind."

Takaaki nodded, then bit into Taichi's shoulder. His skin was so soft. "Hey, wanna go for another round?" Takaaki asked.

"S-Sure."

"Good. Got a question, how much do you trust yourself in pulling out in time?" Takaaki asked as he smoothed his hands around Taichi's chest. He squeezed Taichi's pectorals, biting him again. "U-Uh, I'm not sure." Taichi answered honestly.

"Alright then. I'll just put my trust in you."

Taichi nervously looked to the side. Takaaki continued his biting. "M-Might I– ah– ask what the wrapping is for?" Taichi asked through gasps and moans. Takaaki removed himself from Taichi's shoulder, still keeping his hands on Taichi's chest. Takaaki's face was blank. "They're for my chest."

"But…uhm, what are they for?" Taichi repeated.

"My tits, what else?" Takaaki answered bluntly.

Oh. Yeah, that made sense. Given how Takaaki didn't really have male anatomy down there, it made sense to…have a female chest. "It seems uncomfortable." Taichi said. "I'm used to it. What? You want me to take them off, ya perv?!" Takaaki yelled, brows furrowed. He was joking of course, but Taichi stiffened.

"O-Oh. Um. M-Maybe…s-sorry, you don't have to if you don't want to." Taichi said. Takaaki mischievously smirked. "Really, now? My, my. You're so cute, I love you." Takaaki kissed his friend. Their kiss full of passion and hunger. Takaaki took Taichi's hands into his and moved them to his back. Basically telling Taichi to remove the wrapping himself.

Takaaki moaned softly, cupping Taichi's face. "Do it." He said with a whine, then kissed him again. Takaaki's moans were intoxicating. Taichi removed the wrapping, gently and hesitantly. They pulled apart, panting. Taichi was able to see them better, and his face turned redder by the second.

They weren't anything special, but Taichi really seemed to be entranced by them.

"Like what you see?" Takaaki asked through pants. Taichi impulsively took them in his hands and gave them a squeeze. Takaaki gasped in surprise. "Perv…" Takaaki said aloud. Taichi just smiled at him.

Takaaki found himself back on his back, Taichi's hands fiddling his breasts as he kissed everywhere and anywhere that he could reach. "They're soft. And nice." Taichi praised through kisses. "Shut up…" Takaaki nervously said.

Takaaki let out a breathy moan when Taichi's warm breath hit his neck. At this point, it was bruised and marked up so much it looked like he was an absolute whore. But then Taichi remembered that, yes, it was true. He actually was. And it made him jealous.

"…I love you, Takaaki. More than anything else." Taichi said as he gave Takaaki's breasts another squeeze. "I know. Taichi." Takaaki felt Taichi's cock brush up against his thigh. He wanted Taichi stick it in again. He wanted to really feel that love. To feel the warmth his best friend had.

Warmth that all the other guys he's ever been fucked by didn't have. Because they didn't have Taichi's love. All they wanted was a nice fuck to get their kicks and leave Takaaki alone. Then he'd get his hair pulled by all the girls in their school because here came Takaaki Ishimaru, Teacher's Pet, who was nothing else than a lousy whore who got fucked by one of their boyfriends.

It wasn't his fault.

It was in his genes.

It wasn't his fault all the other guys in his school loved him only physically. Because he had a feminine body, a slutty one, too. It wasn't his fault he had an attractive body. It wasn't his fault people wanted to see the Teacher's Pet break his usual demeanor and stuck up attitude with pleasure. It wasn't his fault he could be taken advantage of by all the guys in their school because he easily let his guard down.

It wasn't his fault even the teachers in their school wanted him.

But they didn't want him the way Taichi wanted him. Taichi wanted him for him. For who Takaaki was.

"Please, Taichi. Love me." Takaaki whispered before kissing him again. Lips that have kissed so many others…Takaaki hated that about himself. He wished he was the perfect Takaaki Taichi probably wanted. One that hadn't whored himself out to the entire school for all men and women alike.

"Of course." Taichi murmured.

He hugged Taichi, wrapping his legs around his friend's waist. He wanted to cry into Taichi's shoulder. But it was okay. Taichi was there, Taichi will always be there for him. Like he always had. He felt Taichi slowly enter him. He whined and moaned, holding Taichi tighter.

Taichi slowly rocked him, back and forth as the two of them held each other in their arms. It was completely different from their previous round. It was tender and sweet. Like Taichi knew how he was feeling. His thrusts were slow, but loving. Takaaki gasped and moaned softly. "T-Taichi…mm…"

"You feel tense…like something is bothering you. Aki, you okay?" Takaaki let Taichi go, falling onto the bed. Just so he can look at Taichi. "Do you really love me? Or are you like the others? Please…be honest." Takaaki pleaded. Takaaki moaned as Taichi continued with his thrusts.

"Aki…"

"P-Please. Don't lie to me. Ah." Takaaki arched his back as he felt Taichi's entire cock in him. It felt so good. "I love you, Aki. I really do. I love everything about you. I promise." Taichi held Takaaki's hand in his, kissing it. "How romantic." Takaaki hugged him again, gasping as he felt Taichi's pace quicken a bit. But it was still loving. "A-Ahhh. MM! Haah…Taichi. More. Please. Stick it all in."

And Taichi did.

It felt so good. Just the two of them. Moaning and groaning. Holding each other like if their lives depended on it. His back hit the headboard of Taichi's bed as Taichi was sitting on his knees, holding Takaaki up by his thighs. Fucking him so good. The creaking of the bed was loud and just rang in their ears as Takaaki moaned.

"Harder." Takaaki demanded.

Taichi nodded and pulled out. Then thrusted back in, roughly. Along with the creaking, the smacking of skin grew louder. "AH! TAICHI! BABY– FUCK!" Takaaki moaned. They found themselves on the cold hard floor as Taichi fucked into him mercilessly. Takaaki felt tears prick the corners of his eyes.

Taichi saw how Takaaki's breasts bounced on his chest with each thrust. How Takaaki's face was filled with pleasure. "Ohh…" Takaaki moaned lowly, arching his back. "S-So good. Taichi, you feel…so g-good. FUCK!" Takaaki softly moaned out. He threw his head back, screaming Taichi's name.

Taichi just watched Takaaki lose himself in pleasure. Takaaki held Taichi closely as Taichi continued, his moans growing louder and breathier. "I love you, Aki." Taichi murmured. The other teen grinned at him, dazed. "M-Me, too. Mm…"

Taichi continued until the two of them came with an equal volume of moans. Loud. Taichi quickly pulled out of Takaaki. He watched all his cum spill onto his bedroom floor. Takaaki breathed in, stretching. "That was good. Mm, I'm kinda tired. How're you feeling?" Takaaki asked his friend.

"I'm feeling great." Taichi smiled down at him and kissed his lips. The two broke apart, laughing. "Gee, we're such a mess. Gonna have to clean this up before your folks see when they get back." Takaaki said as he laughed. "Y-Yeah! Shit, my parents…we're gonna have to clean this up now. Uhm, can you get up?"

Takaaki nodded and sat up. He attempted to get up, but struggled a bit. "This is gonna be hard…uh. Don't worry, it's okay. Let's get this mess cleaned up." Takaaki said with a slight grin and stood up fully. He quickly grabbed his and Taichi's clothes. "Let's get dressed first at least."

Taichi nodded and grabbed his clothes from Takaaki. "So…about what just happened. Will this become anything…more?" Taichi asked. Takaaki stopped mid-way through pulling on his uniform shirt. He turned his head slightly, "Do you want this to be anything more?" Takaaki responded.

"I think so. But. Everyone is going to hate us. And you and Mariana seemed to be close!"

"Shit. There's nothing going on, we've been friends for years. It's nothing, Taichi." Takaaki kissed his cheek and continued to dress himself. "Just…if anything happens between us…I'm sorry." What did he mean by that? Taichi nodded anyways, "I understand, Aki." Takaaki nodded as well.

"So, uh…that was your first time? How do you feel, really feel?" Takaaki asked. "I feel…great. It was nice and I'm glad it was with you." Taichi leaned his head on Takaaki's back, wrapping his arms around his friend. Were they boyfriends? Or…still just friends? With benefits, maybe.

Takaaki smiled, though he felt sort of emotional. Maybe it's because of what he's done in the past. "Let's clean up this mess and finish our homework!" Takaaki announced, smiling still. "Great." Ah, there was his beloved Aki again. Taichi really loved him.

Tachi let Takaaki go and the two went into the bathroom to grab some cleaning supplies. Takaaki couldn't help but look at Taichi with a sort of longing. He yearned for the two of them to be close to each other like that again. Just the two of them, where everything and everyone just does away. Everything Takaaki had gone through, what he's done just disappears, because Taichi is there.

He really loved Taichi…

(Posted per request of my friend @emiko-chan-is-here)