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youngbloodlisk · 4 years ago

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Two Dresses // Ten

- Ten in a maid outfit

- female reader, also in a dress (hence the name)

- dom/sub themes

- a bit of sub ten but more dom ten

- oral, male rec

- mirror sex

- some hair pulling

- pull-out method (be smarter than a fanfiction and practice safe sex plz)

- some aftercare

@kxnkxmoon 😚

"Hey... is it too late to maybe... change our group costume plan?"

"Nooooo..." Sarcasm laces my roommate's voice "No, Halloween is just two days away and all of us have our costumes already except who? You."

"I'm sorry! It's surprisingly hard to find a maid costume. With maid costumes being trendy all of a sudden, they're sold out everywhere."

"Check a resale sight. Surely someone is trying to get rid of one... Oh, and filter by local pickup! You don't have time for shipping anymore."

"Fine..."

After a few hours of on-and-off searching through different sites, it's a page reload around 5pm that I finally find a listing.

Posted one hour ago, cheap, pickup in my area... but horrible photos. Bad angles, bad lighting, you can barely tell what the damn thing is. No description either. If the title didn't say "Maid Costume with Garters and Collar (Good Condition)", I wouldn't know that it was exactly what I was looking for.

But, that being said... it is exactly what I'm looking for... and it's here and available.

I message the seller to ease my nerves about the product before buying it.

"hey, do you have any other photos of the maid outfit?"

It's around thirty minutes later before I get a response from Mr. 1_0LeeCha.

"i can take some but i won't be home until tomorrow. work until late and im staying at a friend's house tonight to help him with something. i have a few from when i wore it at a work Halloween party last year that i can send in the meantime?"

"that would be awesome, thanks"

"sure one sec"

I wait a few minutes as the three typing dots remain on the screen, telling me that he's scrolling through his photos to send one.

My phone vibrates and I look back at my screen to see... something I did not expect to see.

A slender, fit body in a loose maid dress. The boy is on his knees in front of a mirror with his legs spread apart. The dress is pulled up to fully reveal the black lace garters on his thighs. The hand that isn't holding a phone is holding his dick through the fabric of the dress skirt. His face isn't visible in the photo, but his neck is stretched to the left to show off the black choker.

"OH NO no no no no no i'm so sorry i did not mean to send that one"

"lol it's okay, mistakes happen. to be fair it's still a pretty good photo of the dress. btw is that a wayv album behind you?? signed?? my roommate is a fan lol how did you get that?"

"it's a long story. im kinda close with Ten."

"my roommate says that's cool lol"

"haha yeah i guess. do you want the costume or do you still need more pics of it?"

"are the other pics gonna look like that one?"

"no!! fuck no i swear i wouldn't do that to you on purpose lol. btw i deep cleaned it after i took those photos dw"

"lol no worries i was just playing. i'll take it. pickup and pay in cash tomorrow?"

He agrees and sends me the address, telling me that any time works for him as it's his day off.

I get off work around 5pm the next day and set off straight from the diner towards his address, having no need to go home first.

It's a chilly, but thankfully short, walk in my classic blue waitress uniform.

I check the address about five times before I knock on the door, to make sure I don't show up at the wrong person's door asking for a maid costume...

That would be less than ideal.

I hear someone say, "No, no! I've got it! It's for me!" behind the door before it swings open.

"Hi! Maid costume?" The slender boy, with a body I recognize a bit too well now, cocks an eyebrow.

"That's me."

"You must be freezing out here. Come on in, it's up in my room. You can just follow me."

I nod and comply, following him inside. He closes the door and leads me down the hall to the correct room.

I recognize the dresser and window from the photo, as well as the angle of the mirror leaning against the wall by his door.

He notices the way I lightly chuckle upon recognizing the scene.

"Uh- yeah..." He laughs nervously, picking up the bag with the costume in it. "That's... embarrassing..."

"Why were you taking them anyway? Personal enjoyment?"

"Uh... long story... Listen, I'm really sorry about that-"

"I'm not."

His breath hitches and he hesitates to respond, seemingly wondering if I really just said what he thinks he heard.

"H-Huh?"

"I'm not sorry you sent it. It was pretty... and pretty hot." I take the bag out of his hand.

"Oh, really?" His head cocks to the side, his confidence returning.

Suddenly, it feels as if you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

"Really. I wouldn't have minded if you HAD sent more, in fact."

"Oh? You liked it? You liked seeing me in that costume?" He boldly locks his hands behind my neck.

"I did..." I take the dress out of the bag, dropping the bag to the floor. I straighten the dress and hold it up to his body. "Do you wanna wear it one last time before saying goodbye to it? For me?"

He leans in, only an inch away from my face.

"You're still gonna buy it when we're done with whatever we're about to do, right?"

"Does it really matter?" I meet his lips for a moment.

When I pull away, he takes the dress out of my hands. He reaches down to pick up the bag which still holds the garters and choker, presses a finger to his lips playfully, and disappears into the connected bathroom.

I look around the room while I wait.

This guy has a lot more WayV albums, as well as NCT albums, all of which I recognize from my roommate's shelf.

He has a lot of books that look worn. No telling if he reads a lot or if he just bought them used...

I spot a framed photo on one of the dressers. It looks to be him and his friends (all male) in princess/similar costumes. All of them are smiling or making a funny face.

The guy I recognize looks to be in an Alice in Wonderland costume, which makes me wonder where that costume could be.

The bathroom door opens, calling my attention and making me turn around.

There he is, in that maid dress, leaning against the doorframe. He tosses the clothes he was previously wearing into the corner of the room.

I can't help but notice the orange and gray striped underwear in the pile of clothes.

"You look even prettier in person, especially now that I can see your face. I didn't expect a boy so pretty."

"Well I didn't expect you to be so pretty either... much less wearing a 50's diner waitress outfit. That's for work, right? Or did you get all dressed up to come see me?" He playfully saunters over to me and places his hands behind my neck again, in the same way they were before he changed clothes.

"Cute. And what do you do for a living?"

"Long story." He begins to close the gap between us again.

"You seem to be full of those."

"Maybe I'll explain them all next time."

"Are you implying you already want there to be a next time? We haven't even done anything yet, tiger. Are you really that needy?"

"Are you gonna keep running your mouth or are you gonna kiss me?"

Instead of responding either way, I grab his waist and turn us both around. I push him gently, but hard enough to make him fall back onto his bed.

I quickly crawl on top of him, hungrily attaching my lips to his and straddling him.

His hands run up my thighs and under my dress, resting on my hips.

Things escalate quickly as he presses his hips up, the maid skirt falling to expose his hardening cock, and he grinds against my underwear.

"So desperate, aren't you?" I quickly comment before returning to his lips.

He hums as an agreeing response.

I grind down onto him to create more friction which causes him to moan into my mouth.

I move from his lips to his jaw and slowly down his neck to his collarbone, all while still grinding roughly against his hard dick.

Soft moans leave the boy and his breathing gets progressively faster.

His shaking hand starts tugging my underwear down, and I stop and sit up to take them off for him.

Once the blue underwear are tossed into the corner with his clothes, I resume my previous action of grinding into him. This time, however, his cock is running through my folds, making me moan.

"Oh, it feels so... so good..." He chokes out, breathlessly, grabbing onto the sheets with both hands. "Please..."

He begins to rapidly buck his hips up, matching my grinding perfectly, until his body begins to shudder and his movements become jerky.

"I'm c-cl- I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, sweetheart." I brush his hair out of his eyes, which gloss over as a sticky substance covers our respective dresses.

He catches his breath for a moment, but his energy returns fairly quickly. Good stamina, I assume.

I slow my movement on him, but continue to seek the friction his shaft was giving me, until he firmly grasps my hips and holds me still.

I can usually keep my cool, but this action definitely shocks me... especially when I look into his dark eyes.

"And w-what do you think you're doing?"

"I sub for my own benefit, not yours."

"That's actually not very subby of you."

"Your voice is shaking. That's actually not very dominant of you... but it makes sense. Did you think telling me to put on a maid costume meant you were gonna take full control?" He scoffs, swiftly flipping us over and pinning me under him. His bare knee slides between my thighs, pushing against my wet pussy, and he holds my wrists against the mattress on either side of my head. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers... "You're dreaming, honey."

His knee slowly rubs against me and I can feel the garter which is falling down his leg.

The lace brushes my clit as he moves, sending a shiver down my back.

He doesn't let me enjoy it for very long, however.

He gets off of me and stands up, telling me to get up as well.

I stand slightly confused, and extremely sexually frustrated, next to the bed as I watch him pull his white desk into the center of the room.

He pulls off the falling garter, and starts to take off the other one until I quickly tell him to stop.

I bend down on my knees in front of him and carefully take the lace between my teeth.

Looking up at him, he's practically drooling watching me slowly drag the garter down his leg with my teeth.

Once it reaches his ankle, I let go and he kicks it off to the side.

Before he can even speak, I lift up his dress and wrap my lips around his tip. His knees buckle for a moment at the sudden sensation.

He leans back, grabbing onto the edge of the desk behind him for support.

I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, almost on the verge of gagging, and try to handle the last part with my hand.

I can tell he's trying to resist the urge to grab me and fuck my mouth, so I try to make it worth it with the way I suck and lick and stroke him.

When I look up at him with innocent eyes, he shudders and pulls me off of him, also pulling me to my feet in the process.

"If you keep that up, I'll cum again... and I'm not cumming again unless it's because of your wet little pussy. So, bend over the desk."

As I follow his instruction, I realize what he did.

He placed the desk in front of the mirror. The same mirror from the photo which started all of this.

He positions himself behind me, flipping my skirt up and running a slender finger over my pussy.

"So wet..." He sticks that finger in his mouth and licks it clean. "And so delicious too."

He runs his finger through my folds a few more times and sucks them clean as he lines up and pushes into me.

The stretch burns in the best way possible.

I grip the edge of the table as he starts to rock his hips.

My back arches and my eyes shut tightly, but he tells to look in the mirror.

The way the mirror is angled, I'm able to see under the table and watch him fuck me. I watch him disappear inside of me and come back out, which only makes me realize more just how big he is and how deep he's reaching.

He places one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder before he picks up his pace and starts to fuck me harder and faster.

I can't hold back my moans, feeling him so deep and watching it all happen in that mirror.

I notice his cocky smile.

He removes his hand from my shoulder and reaches down to rub my clit, causing my legs to start shaking. My orgasm starts to approach.

"Look at you..." He smirks at me, locking eyes with me in the mirror. "So pretty and getting ruined by a boy in a maid dress. I'm sure you expected this to go differently, didn't you?"

I let out a loud guttural moan and avert my eyes to the desk right under me, my head facing down.

"Baby, I can feel you clenching. Are you getting close?"

I shakily nod my head and feel his hand leave my clit for a moment as he takes a hold of hair at the root and pulls my head up to look at the mirror again.

"Watch it. Watch yourself cum all over my pretty cock."

He lets go of my hair, clearly expecting me to remain looking in the mirror, and he starts playing with my clit again.

My toes curl and I have a hard time keeping my head up as my orgasm finally rushes through my body. I clench around his dick and he helps me ride out my high before pulling out and jerking himself until he cums on the back of my uniform.

I feel almost limp as I lay across the table. My eyes are heavy, so I simply close them. I can't see anything that happens, but I can hear and feel that he goes to the bathroom and brings back a towel to wipe the cum off my clothes.

"Can you stand?" He asks gently.

I can, and better with someone to lean on, but my legs are a little shaky.

He uses the dampened part of the towel he got to wipe at the cum on the front of my clothes, before carefully having me sit on the edge of the bed.

He helps me pull the dress off of my sweaty body, tossing it to the pile of clothes.

"Wait here." He instructs, going into his closet.

He comes back with some comfortable looking sweats and hands them to me to wear.

I slowly dress myself and watch as he quickly changes his own clothes and then takes all the soiled clothes in his arms and leaves the room.

When he returns, the clothes in his hands have been replaced with a few bottles of water.

"Here, hydrate." He smiles, handing me one of the bottles. "I tossed the clothes in the wash. I hope you can stay for a bit, but if you can't then I can come bring you your clothes once they're dry-"

I don't miss the shining glint in his eye when I cut him off with:

"No, it's okay. I can stay for a while."

We both chug a couple bottles of water each before cuddling up in his bed to talk... which quickly turns into napping.

I wake up to a darker window than when I fell asleep, and I carefully pull myself away from the man to check the clock on the nightstand.

9:00PM.

I've been here for almost four hours, and asleep for almost three of them.

Quickly, a lot of thoughts come to mind.

One of us needs to put our clothes in the dryer.

I need to go home, I can't stay the night here.

Should I wake him?

As I watch his sleeping face, calmly breathing and mouth slightly open, I can't help but smile at how adorable he looks.

Before we cuddled up together, I placed my phone on the nightstand. I slowly and quietly pick it up, opening the camera and snapping a little photo of him.

I'll ask him when he wakes up if it's okay for me to keep it.

I brush a tuft of hair out of his face, which makes me remember when I did that same thing a few hours ago.

I feel my face heat up as I think back to what we did...

Around a half hour later, he's rudely woken up by his phone ringing.

Sleepily, he answers the call from a phone contact named "YangX2".

"What do you want?... Well, now I am... I don't know, uh-" He turns to me. "Are you planning to stay over?"

I shake my head, trying to be as polite as I can.

"She isn't... Yeah, I know... Obviously... Oh, thanks dude... Hey, that's mine!... I don't care that you found it, it was in my pants... Fine, if you've already spent it then-... Whatever... Yeah, thanks... Bye."

He hangs up and looks at me again.

"Good news and bad news. Good news, YangYang put the clothes in the dryer for us when the washing finished, so they're dry now. Bad news, he found money in my pants and bought him and Xiaojun some snacks at the convenience store."

I laugh with him about his stolen cash, which evolves into an awkward silence.

"Well, um... I should get going. My roommate hates being alone in our apartment at night."

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, sure. I'll go get all your clothes for you." He gets up out of the bed and rubs his eyes as he leaves the room.

I make sure I have my phone and my bag, as well as everything that's supposed to be in the bag, while I wait.

Far too soon, he's hugging me goodbye next to the taxi he called for me.

My load is lighter by a couple monetary bills and heavier by a (clean) maid costume.

"Oh! I almost forgot..." I take out my phone and pull up the photo I took of him sleeping. "You just looked so peaceful and cute... is that okay?"

A smile lights up his face, as if somebody taking a photo of him asleep is the cutest thing anyone's ever done in his eyes.

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Good. I'll... I'll see you around..." I trail off, realizing he never even told me his name.

"Yeah, I'll see you around..." He also trails off, probably realizing that I never gave him my name either.

We share a look, however.

A look that says that some things are better left a mystery.

I get in the cab and close the door, giving the driver the address of an apartment building just a couple blocks from where I actually live.

The moment I open the door to my apartment, I'm attacked.

"Where did you go? What happened? Are you okay? I thought you just had work until 5 and then picking up the costume. So, why didn't you get home until 10pm?!"

I explain everything.

Well, not everything of course... but the general things.

"Oh my goodness... was he cute? You said he stans NCT, of course he's cute. Do you have a photo of him?"

"Yeah, actually..." I pull up the adorable sleeping boy on my phone and show her.

Her eyes about pop out.

"TEN?!"

"Huh?"

"That's Ten! That's a member of WayV!"

"Wait- what?"

I suddenly remember what he said when I asked about the signed album in the photo.

"Kinda close with Ten" my ass...

#ciiikbwork #nct ten smut #wayv ten smut #superm ten smut #nct smut #wayv smut #superm smut

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unlikelymilkshakedream · 4 years ago

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A/n: Hello! Really important, before you read this, this was inspired by @negans-lucille-tblr 's Daddys Little Princess one-shot. Please read that before you read this or it won't make sense. She has many more amazing fics so read those as well. Enjoy!

*tw* sexual assault, rape

**Flash forwards 3 weeks after the original story**

It all just started as a typical night, your brothers and dad on a hunt as you sat in the freezing motel room with an involuntary shiver running down your spine.

As you lay on the couch, not able to fall asleep, watching the stupid soap opera on the black and white TV, your mind traveled and you wished it hadn't. It hadn't been long since the night you came home from a party, clearing showing signs you had had sex.

The only problem is, you don't remember it. You do however remember the fury you saw in your fathers eyes when your two brothers brought you home and he saw the state you were in. You were sure he was going to shoot you on the spot. You didnt want him to be mad at you, you hadn't even remembered the sex.

As soon as he saw you, you knew he was doing his best to keep from grabbing a knife and stabbing you. You were more scared than you've ever been in that moment because he's never been mad at you ever. To see him like that had you thinking of an escape plan. He instead decided to get the hell out of dodge.

So there you were laying in your motel room three states over, with the thinnest blanket ever. You hadn't even know you had fallen asleep until the door swung open and the lights flicked on. You covered your head with the blanket and let out an audible groan.

"Y/n? What the hell are you doing?" Your brother sam asked you.

"I was sleeping, turn off the fucking light." The absolute worst way to wake someone up was by turning on the lights.

"Y/n, language. Dean get the lights." Dean walked through the door and turned off the lights.

"Where were you guys anyway? Nothing can be open at this hour." You sat up and rubbed your eyes, stretching your back and your shirt rode up a little. You failed to realize the quickly averted eyes of sam and dean.

"Salt n burn. Quick and easy, sorry to wake you sweetheart, go back to sleep. In fact that goes for all of you." John said as he kissed your head.

"Okay daddy." You yawned as you layed down and fell asleep again.

The next morning you woke up and only sam and dean were there. "Wheres dad?" You asked as you walked into the kitchen, your shirt settling on your hips nicely.

"Coroner's office, they called and said it was urgent." You grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down next to dean.

"And you guys didn't go with him? If its urgent why wouldn't you go?" Sam shrugged.

"He said he wanted us to stay with you until you wake up. Now that your up, we have to go into town. A woman called and said her house was broken into. Figured we check it out for dad." You nodded sipping your coffee. Soon enough sam and dean left you.

"Alone, once again, oh joy." You said to yourself. You decided to take a nice long hot shower. Going to the bathroom, you turn the water on, temperature all the way up. Once your shower was over, you threw on some shorts and a hoodie. You walked out and turned on the TV, watching the film that was on.

As the hours ticked by, you hadn't heard anything from anyone. You called your dad but got no answer, called again and got no answer so decided to call dean. As his voice-mail started to play, you found it incredibly weird that no one was answering. Just then the door burst open and in walked sam and dean.

"Hey y/n, whats up?" Dean asked as he set down food on the table. Sam followed and you sighed relief.

"I called you and dad multiple times. Got no answer. Where were you all day?" You stood and walked to the table annoyed.

"Well we went to the woman's house and looked around. Guess what we found." You looked at him annoyed. "Sulfur." Your nose scrunched up.

"How? I thought dad said there was a ghost not demon." You sat down across from your brothers who were devouring their food.

"Well he must've been wrong because we went to the hospital and saw a pattern. Every victim went to the same house on the old road outside town. Dad decided to go take a look at the house." You swallowed your food.

"Again, why didn't you go with him?"

"We were hungry and he said if he needed anything he'd come get us." You nodded and finished your food. You looked outside seeing the dark sky night.

Just then, your phone buzzed multiple times. You looked at it and saw a text from someone from the school you had gone to 3 weeks prior, the one your dad fled from. It was the only person from there you still had the number of. You look at sam and dean who are looking at you.

"Apparently California has an earthquake. A news app just alerted me." You lied. They both nodded and went back to their food. A second later, the phone buzzed in your hand, not nearly as loud at the previous messages. You look at your phone and see a video from Caleb, the kid you kept the number of.

"Hey I'm gonna use the bathroom." Both of your brothers nodded. They didn't think anything of your behavior. Both of them quickly decided they would never tell a sole what they did, seeing as you didn't know anything. They were going to take the secret to their graves.

Once you got inside the bathroom, you opened the text conversation between you and Caleb. You saw three new texts with a video. The texts confused you.

There's no way this is you, right?

Did you really do that?

Im so sorry you had to see it this way.

You were so confused, you opened the video and saw something you never thought you'd ever see. It was a video of the night of the party, the night your dad took you from the town you were in. You were seen laying on the bed, your eyes closed and you saw the guy above you. You recognized him from the school and hated him instantly.

As the video played, you saw your brothers come into the room and stopped the guy, you were asleep and it was clear he was trying to take advantage of you. You saw your brothers beat the guy and kick him out of the room. You didn't think that much of it, in fact you were proud that they protected you like you knew you would protect them.

You didn't think anything of it and were about to close the video when you saw dean start touching you, in places he shouldn't.

You eyes were glued to the screen as your jaw fell open and all thoughts left your brain, except 'there's no fucking way.' You watched as sam and dean opened your legs, as dean started fingering you and as sam watched. You realized it was from a corner of the room, a security camera possibly.

When you saw dean take his dick out if his pants and move yours down, you felt tears slip down your cheeks. You kept silently begging it not to happen, but then it did. You watched as dean put his cock in your pussy and start fucking you, you saw sam watching and getting hard. You saw dean holding you down. Tears were streaming down your face and everything in you told you to turn it off, but then something even worse happened.

Dean pulled out and came on your stomach, and you saw sam hesitantly come between your legs. "No sammy," you whispered as more tears streamed down your face. You watched as sam started fucking you and moaning, seeing you laying there with no control over what was happening, you felt sick to your stomach. You watched as you started to wake up and dean held you down and you cried even more.

You watched as sam grabbed your thigh, and you looked down at your current thigh, seeing a bruise that looked like someone grabbed you. You had it since that night and then it hit you, sam gave it to you.

At this point, you turned off the video and started pacing, you were having a panic attack as you tried to disbelieve what you had just witnessed. 'There's no way, there's no way, there's no way that just happened.' But it did and you couldn't deny the gut wrenching feeling of the so dark truth you knew.

Just then, you heard a knock on the door, followed by deans voice. "Y/n, you die in there or something?" You froze, dean. The same dean that, no, that raped you. They both, truly raped you. It hit you like a freight train, your brothers, raped you. "Y/n?" He knocked again.

You took a deep breathe and tried to compose you voice. "Y-yeah, give me a sec." You said in the most wobbly, broken voice you had ever heard. You mentally cursed yourself, now he knew something was wrong. "Y/n, open the door. Now." You were shaking at how scared you were of him. "Y/n open the god damn door!" He screamed. You knew sam was next to him and were so scared by both of them. You tried your best to wipe your tears off of your face.

As you opened the door, you saw sam and dean at the threshold, staring at you. It was sam who spoke up.

"Y/n, are you okay? What happned?" He reached for your arm, which you recoiled harshly at, that certainly didn't go unnoticed by either of them. All your effort to stop the tears failed as you looked up at them.

"What did you do to me?" You whispered so quietly, they almost didn't hear you. With tears streaming down your face, you showed them your phone, the video still on your screen. Sam looked like he'd seen a ghost and dean looked like he just shit himself. As dean went to say something, the door to the motel room burst open and in came you father.

"Sam, dean, y/n, let's go. We got a house of demons outside town that need to be killed- whats going on?" He was packing his guns in a hurry but stopped when he saw the three of you frozen to the spot. Both of your brothers looked towards you.

"Nothing daddy, just cramps. Where're the demons?" He walked over to you as sam and dean walked away.

"Baby do you need to stay here? We need your help but if you can't I get it." You shook your head, tears completely gone.

"No daddy, I'm fine I promise, I can help, I want to." You needed to help your father, but you were so scared of sam and dean. He started packing his guns and you went to his truck with him. "Sam, dean follow us, come on sweetheart." As you climbed into his truck, you didn't dare look at sam and dean. They got into the impala silently as you and John left the motel.

The ride to the house was silent in johns truck. As you pulled up, he explained that there were five demons inside, the men responsible for majority, you help if you can without getting killed. The entire time you were at the house, you didn't dare be alone or near sam and dean. Fear of them was constant on your mind, but you needed to help your dad so you tried to not think about it.

Sneaking around the back alone, you saw a demon alone watching through a window. You took your chance and threw holy water on it, instantly burning it as it looked towards you. You started fighting the demon and were winning until John, Sam, and dean came around the back after killing the others. Dean and sam took care of the demon as John rushed to you, checking you for wounds.

When sam and dean killed the demon, you kept your gaze on John, not looking at sam and dean, who shared a glance, remembering your encounter with them.

You got back in johns truck as you watched in the rear view mirror as dean got into the impala. John started the truck and you all went back to the motel. Before the trucks engine even died down, you were at the motel door heading straight to the bed. You layed down as the three men entered.

"Y/n? You okay sweetheart?" John asked. You didn't look at anything besides the wall in front of you.

"Yeah, daddy, I'm fine, just tired, gonna go to sleep." You shut your eyes and heard them shuffle around for about 10 minutes. You of course did not see the way sam and dean were looking at each other. Eventually they went to sleep at which point, you got up and started packing your bag, so hurriedly, you for sure grabbed something that wasn't yours. You looked at your phone and decided against it, knowing they could track you from it.. You didn't know where you were going or how you were gonna get there, but you just knew, you had to get away from sam and dean before they try to rape you again. You were guided solely by fear.

You knew you couldn't leave from the front door, you didn't want to be tracked at all and figured someone might see you. You didn't leave a note or anything, you grabbed your bag, and a wad of about five hundred dollars and went to the bathroom. You shut the door, opened the window and climbed out.

You walked across the street to the gas station, looking at a clock seeing it was about 2 am. You looked around hoping for someone or something to get you out of town and away from sam and dean. You could feel the tears streaming down your face and heard a car pull up next to you.

Some blonde guy reached over the seat and opened the door. "Hey, you look like you could use a ride." You looked around one last time, at dads truck, at the impala and at the motel and climbed in. "Yeah, thank you."

You said wiping a stray tear. "Where you heading?" You sniffled.

"Anywhere, I don't care, just anywhere but here." With that the car started up and you drove into the night, feeling a little easier knowing that sam and dean would never find you again. You didn't care if they would be worried or if they thought a monster had got you. You knew now that you were going to be okay, Sam and dean would never see you again.

Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it, again this was inspired by @negans-lucille-tblr 's post so go look at her page, she has amazing fics and is an amazing writer.

#supernatural #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #john winchester #winchester boys #winchester sister #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #supernatural angst #spn angst #winchester angst #winchester sibling

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animegenork · 4 years ago

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Fruits Baskets Final Season Episodes 2 & 3

What? No, I didn’t watch these on the Fridays of the weeks they came out. No, I wasn’t dying from school---

Anyway, back to the grind.

Episode 2

I swear the gif search function HATES me and what I’m trying to do---

Anyway.

I would like to make this very clear. Shigure is a little bit evil. A little bit. But it’s mostly from being twisted by the zodiac curse and his strange form of love. So if you wanted to punch him this episode, that’s good. He needs to be punched. A lot. Like a lot. God, he’s so evil. Moving on.

So the episode begins with young Akito asking Shigure if he loves her. This is, as we’ve seen, something that Akito fixates on, mostly due to her father accidentally warping her with the idea of being eternally loved by the zodiac members. He responds with a very earnest love confession that sort of explains why they spend so much time together, but it also confuses things a bit, at least at first. What with the zodiac spirit, it’s unclear how much of Shigure’s love is real and how much isn’t up to him. That may factor in to whatever the hell is up with him now.

Cut to Tohru working on graduation ceremony flowers and nearly asking Shigure about breaking the curse. Of course, she can’t, because it’s hard to bring up, and she’s only seen 2 sides of Shigure at most. Naturally, he already knows what she’s thinking about, because he’s Shigure. He’s just that good.

Tohru continues to struggle even at school, when she realizes that there’s so much she knows that she probably can’t talk about with Momiji or Haru or anyone else. And since the curse is this ever-present thing to them, she’s not even sure if they’ll believe her or how they’ll react. Rin is the exception to this, of course, since she was already looking for information on it.

There are some shenanigans with the Prince Yuki Fan Club, and Tohru and Kyo are left alone (probably on purpose) by Hanajima, Uotani, and company. But I’ll get back to that in a sec.

Yuki tries to help out other classes with things, but they won’t let him because... well, uh, they think he’s too busy... and he... isn’t... I’m sorry, that’s just so funny to me. So anyway, he runs into Machi, who is being all adorable and stubborn because she wanted to say hello and chased him all over the school to do so. It’s cute, because Yuki’s not used to that much effort being put in to something for his sake. I love Machi like that UwU

Back to Tohru and Kyo, they’ve been waiting for HOURS. Tohru decides to tentatively try out her Kureno talking point, but as soon as she brings up the curse maybe being broken, Kyo tells her that hypotheticals like that are pointless (this is implied paraphrase). He does this mostly because he’s in that pit of despair of “I’m never getting out of this” but also because he doesn’t want to give himself a false hope that might never come true. Tohru, however, becomes sad, because of course she wants to save him from having to be locked away like the previous Cat. So there’s a bit of moment where she’s about to cry.

And then Kyo *sniffle* gives her a flower to make her feel better. *sobs*

Technically speaking, this scene should’ve been in the last season or SOMETHING, I honestly thought they WEREN’T going to put my FAVORITE scene in the anime, and then they did. What’s cute about this scene is how torn up Kyo is from hurting Tohru’s feelings, and how almost desperate he is to make her feel better. It’s a sweet moment, if slightly awkwardly animated, but it’s a rare Tohru and Kyo moment where they don’t even say anything and you can SEE everything they want to say. Of course, they’re interrupted, because they always are (HAVE YOU NOTICED THAT LIKE NEVER HAPPENS WHENEVER YUKI AND TOHRU HAVE A MOMENT?), but hey, I got my fluff, I am fed.

There’s brief mention of Rin and how Tohru hasn’t seen her lately, and I hate it because I know where she is.

Anyway, now on to Shigure being Shigure.

He’s torturing his poor editor again, and he walks away from what appears to have been a heated conversation with... HIS PARENTS. THEY EXIST. I dunno what it is with rarely seeing zodiac parents (besides the obvious cases of Kyo and Momiji), but there you have it. We see then that there’s a big Sohma dinner outing with Akito there, so clearly Shigure planned that. His skills of perception and foresight are serious scary, and I really wonder how the hell he developed them.

There’s a flashback to before Tohru and Kureno’s revealing conversation, and we see that Shigure hates Kureno for being so close to Akito. Of course, Kureno makes it clear that Akito doesn’t love him, that she’s always wanted.... well, he doesn’t say, but I think all of us are familiar enough with how this anime works that we know who he means. But Kureno basically wants Shigure to stop being so cold to Akito, and this is because of how much he wants to keep her happy more than any personal feelings about Shigure.

This is where it gets a bit dicey. I’ve actually got a strange fondness for this scene, if only because it sort of but also not really gets to the heart of why Shigure is the way he is.

Shigure appears in Akito’s room, and she’s basically jealous that he was out with another woman. Then she brings up his sexual relationship with his editor (nonexistent), which is rather petty, but then, when was this duo not about pettiness? The implication Akito makes is that he sleeps with every woman he meets (explains a lot). She then mentions that Shigure slept with Ren, Akito’s mother (I’m not going to touch on how screwed up that is), which is why he’s living in a house away from the main estate. Shigure acts all cool and says that was a long time ago, he’s been punished, but Akito points out that he almost wanted to leave. Which... he did, but not for any lack of love on his part. And he says that. He recalls the conversation we see at the beginning, in which he tells her he cares about her more than anyone else. Understandably, she’s frustrated, and she asks why he always tests her.

It’s because she slept with Kureno. Petty, I know.

The phone conversation comes back. Everything you need to understand about Shigure is in one sentence: “I love her so much that sometimes I want to spoil her rotten, and sometimes I want to crush her into a pulp.” This is nearly verbatim of the manga translation I read a long time ago, and it’s always stuck with me. The thing is, Akito was always told she’s special and she can do with the zodiac as she pleases (which she says directly in this episode). It seems a part of Shigure didn’t like that that extended to those that weren’t him (Kureno), and his love for her warped and twisted into this kinda toxic relationship. (Kinda, she says, as if it’s not very.) This makes him want to be kind to her, but at the same time, he wants to be mean to her and show her how much pain she’s put him through, too. It’s pettiness at its extreme, but it’s somehow more believable than other forms of petty jealousy I’ve seen.

Oh yeah, and then they have sex.

Once again, there’s brief mention of Rin, perhaps she’s in the hospital, we don’t really know. But the main part of this all is Shigure remembering that before Akito was born/in his life, he had always been sort of waiting for her, which is mostly the zodiac spirit talking but is also interesting nonetheless. How much of Shigure’s love is influenced by the zodiac curse? How much of it is him? I don’t know if we ever find that out, because frankly, the curse did a lot of things to everyone involved, including him.

I still love Shigure, don’t get me wrong, but this is SUCH an interesting episode.

Episode 3

Precisely the gif I wanted. Hehehe.

IT’S A MACHI EPISODE! AND I LOVE HER, SO THAT’S ALRIGHT!

Still pissed about Kyo’s screentime being so awful lately. ads;fkjsad;fklsda

Some student council shenangians occur as always, and it’s revealed that Nao has a crush on someone, which is why he declared Yuki to be his rival on day one. Also, Kimi is a golddigger.

Some girls come in and gossip about Machi making a mess again with one of her outbursts, and they mention a rumor about her trying to kill her brother, which is why she lives alone. Kakeru looks quite displeased to hear this, and Machi walks in on the conversation and runs away, with Yuki wanting to go after her.

Kakeru tells Yuki later that the rumor is “mostly true”--that is, that’s the story he’s been told as well. Of course, he’s wary to believe it, because while they’re not terribly close, he knows her a little better than the parents do. He then tells a story of seeing Machi making footprints in the snow, almost obsessively, and he’s not quite sure why she did it (but Kakeru has a Shigure streak, so I wonder if maybe he does know?).

So Kakeru decides to pull a sort of jerk move and visit Machi while with Yuki, and she tries to turn them away to no avail. Of course, Yuki isn’t put off by the mess, since he and Shigure used to live that way, so he’s all cheerful about it while Machi is dying in the corner. I will not talk much about the bra incident, but that was honestly the most hilarious few seconds.

Finally left alone, Machi asks why Yuki is there, assuming it’s about the rumor her classmates mentioned. She says she’s done trying to correct everybody, since no one ever seems to believe her anyway. (That is all too relatable, especially in high school.)

But Yuki doesn’t even mind. He asks something else instead: does she hate perfection? And she says yes. TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR.

Wait. My bad.

Anyway, Machi has a flashback to what I believe I’ve mentioned before, which is Machi’s mom forcing her to be perfect so that she could beat Kakeru in the succession war (England?) with her family. When that was called off, her mother would say right in front of her face (jerk) that Machi was boring. Machi asked her why she would say that when she was just trying to do what she was told. Her mother has the gall to be offended by the implication that it’s her fault (IT IS, YOU IDIOT--) and then turns around and says maybe she raised Machi wrong.

Here’s a hint: that’s not what you say to your CHILD.

Poor Machi didn’t know what to do with herself. What is she supposed to do if she’s just a “mistake” her mother made?

Yuki, in his cute way of knowing precisely what she means, tells her she’s worked hard to get where she is, and that he’s glad she’s here. She’s not used to compliments like that, and it’s a very sweet moment. That’s when she admits that she was just trying to take care of her brother, but her parents wrongly and automatically assumed she was jealous and trying to kill him (which says a lot about how god awful they are). And she’s finally able to let it out and cry with Yuki, who offers to go leave footprints in the snow with her.

My heart might’ve burst during that, not gonna lie--

I think my favorite part of the episode is the next day, during a student council meeting. A new, perfect box of chalk is placed in front of Machi, and you can see in her eyes that the perfection is about to make her snap. Yuki, knowing this, calmly reaches over and breaks a piece of chalk, ruining the “perfection” of it. It’s very sweet of him and a very cute moment for both.

Then we cut to Tohru handing Kyo a flower, which is whiplash to the previous episode I’m glad we got.

The next sequence was a bit confusing at first, as I thought we’d sort of covered this already in season one, but we get to see Motoko. She’s called Yuki out in order to tell him that he made her high school days happier, and that she truly loved him. Motoko also hopes that Yuki himself will find happiness, which I think is a nod at her recognizing Tohru’s influence on him. It’s kind of cute, because even Yuki seems to appreciate her words, and we get to cut to a nice graduation song that actually kind of made me cry.

Motoko is still in a classroom when someone finds her. It’s Nao, and it appears that she was the girl he was in love with, which I LOVE. I HOPE HE OR SHE OR THEY ARE HAPPY TOGETHER OR EVEN APART, JUST THAT HE EVENTUALLY GOT TO TELL HER OR SOMETHING AND AHHHHHH. He tells her that goodbye is not the end, and it always leads to “nice to meet you,” which is sweet for both of them, considering her graduation and his being left behind.

Then we get to meet Hiro’s baby sister, Hinata, a true cutie pie. I think I cried here, too, for different reasons.

Finally, we see Kagura having picked up Rin’s diploma (YAY SHE GRADUATED YAYYYY), and wondering where she is despite her mother’s warnings not to investigate. Hatori and Shigure are a bit suspicious, too, and we see Akito with a pair of scissors.... OwO

[I know what happened and I hate it.]

I’m glad I could finally do these, it’s been a couple of weeks of hell, to be honest. Hopefully, Fruits Basket will be back at it again and I’ll have something more to wax poetic about, haha. Thanks for reading!

#fruits basket #furuba #fruits basket final season #kyo and yuki loving hours #also tohru and machi loving hours #all day every day #i like how i highlighted these two couples with the gifs

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maknaesdancersrappers · 5 years ago

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Devoted 2

part 8

Overall warning/s: kinkier smut (eg. voyeurism, exhibition, etc.) character death, dark themes

Just how devoted is Jaehyun to you?

prev: Part 7

wc: 4.7k (i know it’s short, but an update is an update 🥺)

“Excuse me, but what is your right to hold my future godchild before me?” Doyoung scoffs, pointedly glaring at Kun, who began to laugh at him. “[Y/N]! How could you?!”

You shake your head and shrugged your shoulders, chuckling to yourself, “I didn’t ask Kun, Jaehyun did. Pick a fight with him, not me. Besides, Kun’s a doctor, not a banker.”

Kun nods, “I’m the obstetrician. Sorry, Doyoung.”

He huffed angrily cutting into the steak he ordered.

The three of you finally found a similar time slot to catch up with each other; spending an early dinner together at a restaurant Doyoung swears by. You were halfway through the main course when Kun teased Doyoung about being able to see and hold your kids before him which inevitably annoyed the latter. You had invited Jaehyun to join, but he told you he didn’t want to intrude as this was a mini reunion between high school friends.

“Oh,” You spoke up, halting their bickering, “I hope you two will be free in a month or so, we’re planning a housewarming party as soon as we move into the new house.”

“As long as it’s on a Sunday.” Doyoung says in between bites, covering his mouth with a fist.

You move your attention to Kun, who offers you an unsure smile.

“Hopefully, I’ll be free. But it’s a little busy in the hospital. I barely go home, to be honest. But don’t worry, I’ll do my best to go.”

“I understand if you really can’t.” You insisted, “But I hope you can.”

Doyoung hums, taking a swig of wine. “So in the end, only [Y/N] is getting married among the three of us.”

Kun takes offense to this, “Why are you implying that I don’t have plans at all? I’m just too busy as of the moment. I’m sure I’ll meet someone in the future. Are you still asexual?”

He narrowed his eyes at him, “Don’t make it sound like it’s a phase, Qian. I can’t help that I don’t feel sexual attraction to anyone.”

“But you had sex with that one girl.”

You gasped, almost spilling your iced tea. You leaned over, hissing at your best friend, “You had what?!”

Doyoung glares at Kun before sighing, “It was a one night stand. She’s a friend of a colleague I met at a birthday party. I’m not specifically attracted to her, but I’m not going to deny my body sexual gratification.”

“Okay, but why did you tell Kun before me?” You were very appalled by this new knowledge, but it bothered you more that he didn’t tell you first.

“I didn’t plan to! We ran into her when we met a bar and this guy,” He gestures to Kun with visible annoyance, “just ‘knew’ we had a past.”

“Seemed like she wanted a round two.” Kun teases and you narrow your eyes at Doyoung.

“Did you go for round two.”

The man in question raises his brows and looks away, choosing to take a lengthy sip of his drink.

“Oh, he did.” You and Kun said in unison, giving each other a knowing look.

“It’s purely physical.” Doyoung defends, practically slamming his wine glass on the table, “Besides, she doesn’t have time for a relationship. She’s a divorce attorney.”

You reached out and put a hand over his wrist, “We’re just teasing, Dons. Do whatever you want. You’re an adult; just, you know, be careful.”

“I am, don’t worry. The last thing I need is to get someone I don’t even love pregnant.” He dismisses the topic, “Speaking of, have the two of you decided on names? More importantly, will you name one after me?”

Retracting your hand away from him, you laugh at his question, “Sorry, Dons, but I don’t think we plan on naming one after you.”

He fakes a hurt expression, “Well, I hope you don’t name them something ridiculous.”

“He wants a daughter named after me, that’s for sure.” You swirl the contents of your glass around, “I was thinking of the same if we had a son, maybe Woojae or something, but I don’t want to dwell on it yet. I have other things to think about.”

The night crawls on; Doyoung pays for the meal and the three of you continue to lounge at the restaurant to finish your respective desserts. It feels nostalgic to be with them; you didn’t think it would ever happen since Kun left for China all of a sudden with no proper goodbye or explanation why. It’s surreal to see both of them matured into men when — what felt like yesterday — they were just scrawny teenage boys. Doyoung had gotten rid of his lisp and got lasik surgery. Kun was more eloquent now with words and confident with himself. You didn’t think you were going to miss being with them until tonight.

“Crap,” Doyoung grumbles after receiving a message, “I have to go. There’s been a hack in our system.”

“Oh, no. Will everything be alright?” You watched him grab his jacket he had draped on the back of the chair and shrug it on.

He nods, although unsurely, “We have amazing computer technicians in the company; I’m sure they’ve handled it well. I just need to make sure everything is okay at the office. I’m sorry about this.”

“Take care, Doyoung, and don’t apologize. It’s not your fault, hopefully everything’s okay.” Kun glances at you, “I should be heading back as well. I have an early morning.”

“Will Mr. Kyung pick you up?” Doyoung asks while pushing his chair back.

You stood up and slung your purse over your shoulder, “No, I was going to call for a cab.”

“Let me drive you home.” Kun offers and Doyoung insists you do so you agreed.

You and Kun see him off before heading over to Kun’s car and you input your address into his GPS; it was only a 10 minute drive even with the traffic. The journey started quietly, almost a little awkward.

“[Y/N].” He clears his throat and you glanced at him, “You know, I’m really glad that you’re happy; that you found someone to care for you.”

“Thanks, Kun…” Something felt a little off with his tone.

“I… had no control of what happened to us back in high school. I was scared when I left; we ended things on a bad note and—”

“Kun, it’s fine. The past is past; why are you telling me this? If you didn’t have control over it, then you don’t have to apologize for anything.” You had to admit there was a little venom in the way you spoke, but Kun didn’t seem to flinch at your tone.

“The past is past…” He repeated, “You’re just going to let things go because it was in the past?”

You frowned at him, not understanding what he wanted to say.

“[Y/N], there’s something you need to know; about why my family suddenly flew back to China.”

“Why? Why do I have to know? You make it sound like it’s my fault.” You honestly didn’t want to talk about this. “And you make it sound like it was a bad thing! You said there were better opportunities for your parents back in China.”

He groans, clearly frustrated, “Yes, they did. Their salary back there couldn’t compare to what they made here.”

“Why can’t we leave it at that? It was all perfect timing back then.”

“It wasn’t perfect timing, [Y/N].” His jaw is clenched, hissing the words out through gritted teeth. “There’s more to it than you think.”

You scoffed, “Okay, fine, so what? It doesn’t change the fact that your parents hated me.”

“My parents—” He swallows, trying to get his bearings, and speaks in a softer tone, “My parents never hated you, [Y/N]. They loved you; especially my dad. He was fond of you because you reminded him of my grandfather.”

“Then why the sudden hostility? Why did they try and stop us from seeing each other? The sudden curfew, the phone bans?”

“My grades dropped a letter and they just wanted me to focus in school! You know I was on scholarship so they were strict about my grades. It was never about separating us!”

“Then that night!” You cried, voice echoing in the small vehicle, “Your mother looked me in the eyes and said these exact words; ‘I don’t want you to date my son.’ Explain that!”

Kun takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. The glaring red brake lights of the cars in front seemed to make the mood worse as he looks at you pensively. “They didn’t want to do that, [Y/N].”

“Kun, please.” You rolled your eyes, “Your parents made it very clear—”

“Will you just listen to me for a sec? Qīn—”

“Shut up!” You screeched, panicking at the nickname you haven’t heard in years. “You don’t have the right to call me that.”

He shakes his head, distraught at the car honking behind him, and he starts to drive again, “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to call you that. It just came out—”

“Pull over.” You heaved; it felt like you can’t breathe, the air was too heavy, and the interior made you feel claustrophobic. “Pull over!” You don’t even recognize your voice as you screamed again.

Kun pulls over at the next opening and you unbuckle your belt, “[Y/N], I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t mean to upset you… [Y/N], I’m just trying to protect you.”

A curt laugh bubbles from your chest, “From what? If this was about our relationship years ago, you could have protected me then! You’re years too late, Kun.”

Your words cut through him; hurt evident in his eyes as he hopelessly stares back at you.

“And I hate depending on him but,” You sniffed, “I have Jaehyun now. He can protect me and you don’t even know how safe I am with him. So if I’m in danger, I know Jaehyun will do anything in his power to protect me.”

His face doesn’t give anymore emotions as he unlocks the door and you start to leave until he speaks up again, “From who.”

You look back at him, confused.

Kun doesn’t meet your gaze, just staring forward, “I’m not protecting you from something. I’m protecting you from someone. Or at least I tried to.”

“Thanks, but…” You paused, seeing the slightest movement from his brows, “Jaehyun can handle it.”

He doesn’t say anything else and you get out of his car, waiting for him to pull back into the traffic and watch him drive away. You looked around, you were just a block away from your apartment so you began to walk towards it.

You’re willing yourself not to dwell on what happened in the car ride, but you couldn’t help repeating Kun’s voice when he accidentally called you by the pet name he used for you. You don’t know why you reacted that way when you heard it again. It gave you an overwhelming sense of nostalgia, but the way he said it bothered you; he sounded desperate.

You arrive home and the second you step inside, you lock the door and cautiously peered through the peephole. There was no one there and you didn’t feel like anyone was following you, so why did you even check?

Tea, you think. Tea will help you calm your nerves. As you scurry off into the kitchen after removing your shoes, tossing your purse onto the counter, you stare at the kettle.

Qin

Tea won’t make you forget.

Jaehyun came home at 9PM, tugging off the knot of his tie loose and debating on calling out for you; unsure if you’re busy or asleep. He was about to make a bee-line towards the bedroom to check on you, but skids to a stop when he notices your body slumped over the coffee table. His blood ran cold, dropping his things onto the ground and running towards you.

The thud of his items jolts you awake, whipping your head to the source of the sound and gasping in fear when your blurry vision sees a dark mass coming at you with arms raised forward. You try to move away, but your drunken limbs wouldn’t cooperate. You hear your name in a panic tone and you visibly relax when you recognize Jaehyun’s voice; your vision finally focusing on his worried expression as he knelt in front of you.

It was only then did Jaehyun realize the empty vodka bottle by the table and the shot glass laying on its side by your legs. He looks back at you, “What’s wrong?”

You threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and using his scent to calm yourself down. You felt like crying, but tears won’t come out.

“Hey,” He ran his hand over your back repeatedly and kissed the side of your head, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here. It’s alright.”

That was all you needed to hear; the anxiety left your mind and the jitters stopped. Whatever Kun was talking about, you didn’t have to worry about it as long as you were with Jaehyun.

He feels your body relax and he pulls away a bit to see you passed out. He sighs, pulling you back close to him and kissing your forehead, rocking your bodies to a silent rhythm. He doesn’t know what’s wrong, but he’s not going to wait for you to wake up and tell him about it. Once Jaehyun carried you to the bed and gingerly stripped your clothes off, he took off your makeup and tossed the wipes into the trash bin. He pulls the sheets up to your chin and gives you one last kiss on the cheek before retrieving his phone from where he dropped it earlier.

He presses a number on the speed dial and walks to the window, peering down at the night life of the city.

“Sir.”

“What happened before she got home?”

“Everything seems good so far. Kyungwon mentioned how the pull-out kotatsu is working well?” You look around the empty space of Yuta’s apartment, already visualizing how to design and decorate it.

Yuta casually nods, “Yes, I’m quite impressed by her design, really. It’s quite convenient for the heater to turn on automatically after a certain length.”

“The tatami mats will be delivered tomorrow morning and installation will be done by the end of the week. Regarding the bathtub—”

“The ofuro.” He interjects and you repeat after him.

“The ofuro, yes, there’s a delay in shipping it. The company said it might take another week.”

Yuta shrugs, “If it can’t be helped. I don’t mind the wait.”

You look over the apartment once more, “Well, aside from that, after everything that needs to be installed is in place, we can begin putting furniture and decorating it the way you like it.”

The sun is setting outside and Yuta’s apartment has an amazing view of it; you check your watch for the time and hope you won’t get caught in the rush hour.

“Great!” He cheers, “Finally, a place I can call home. Although, I’ll miss room service.”

This makes you laugh, “Can’t cook?”

“I can if I have to, but I don’t have the time or luxury to do so with all the work I have. I’ve already hired the hotel chef to come by every other day to make something for me, you know, something I can easily reheat or throw all together.” He pauses, “Does Jaehyun cook? Or do you?”

“We both do. We take turns. But we have days when we live off on take-outs and deliveries.”

Yuta’s phone rings and he fishes it out of his pocket, lightheartedly scoffing before glancing at you. “Speak of the devil. Hello— hey, calm down man.”

You watch his expression grow concerned and confused as he looks at you.

“She’s here and she’s fine. I don’t know. I haven’t seen her take out her phone the whole time.”

Your phone? You spin around and dashed to your handbag on the counter, dissecting it for the said item but found it to be missing. You wonder out loud about its whereabouts, wracking your brain to remember where you last used it.

“[Y/N].” Yuta calls out to you and you turn to see him hand his phone out to you.

You take it from him, putting it over your ear, “Jaehyun?”

“Are you okay? Where’s your phone?”

“I— I don’t know. I must have misplaced it.” You licked your lips. He sounds so frantic. “I probably left it at the house by accident. I dropped by earlier since they started with remodeling and I remember using it last there.”

“Okay… okay. I’ll go look for it. Can you give the phone back to Yuta?”

“Jaehyun, what’s happening?”

“I’ll tell you later. I need you to go home right now.”

You hand the phone back to Yuta and with the look on your face, he puts the call on loudspeaker.

“Jaehyun?” He clears his throat.

“Yuta, I need you to take [Y/N] home. Please.”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll take her now…” You move back to where your bag is, zipping it back up to get ready to leave. “Is everything okay? I know it’s not exactly my business, but I’d like to know why I have to escort her home.”

The line was silent for a moment; eerie enough for you to peek over your shoulder just before Jaehyun finally replies.

“There was a threat made against her, Yuta. I don’t want to take chances.”

Your blood ran cold. Was this from the person Kun warned you about? But that can’t be, right? This person should have been from years ago. Did they find you again because of your engagement with Jaehyun?

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you gasped, backing away so quickly, you hit your hip on the edge of the counter. You winced in pain, but brought back to your senses and looked up at Yuta with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have touched you. You’re obviously distraught.” He says, taking a step back.

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m okay. Let’s just go.”

The walk from the apartment, to the elevator, and to Yuta’s car was tense. For you, at least. Yuta kept it cool; walking casually. On the other hand, you followed closely behind him, trying to inconspicuously check your surroundings for shady characters. When you got to his car, he opened the door for you and you quickly got in.

“Relax, [Y/N]. It can very well be just a prank.”

You give it a thought. He has a point. But the fact Kun told you he wanted to protect you from someone a couple of days ago rang at the back of your mind. Maybe you should have told Jaehyun what happened; why you suddenly decided to get drunk in the middle of the week. He didn’t press you for a reason, probably chalking up to it as stress from work.

“Unless,” Yuta interrupts your train of thought, “Jaehyun has enemies? Or you have some stalker?”

“—I don’t!” You vehemently denied, choking on your own spit. You cover it up with a nervous chuckle, “I mean, who would take interest in me?”

“Jaehyun took interest in you.” Yuta hums, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “But in our business, we’re bound to make enemies without even knowing it.”

“You think Jaehyun pissed someone off?”

He doesn’t answer immediately, focusing on driving for a few minutes and checking the rear view mirror. “There’s a lot of greedy men out there, [Y/N]. Plenty of them are petty, too.”

It was completely dark out by the time you reached your apartment. When he escorted you all the way up to your room, you asked him to stay until Jaehyun returned. He seemed to hesitate, but relented once he noticed just how scared you were.

“Would you like anything to drink? Tea? Coffee?” Your eyes shift to the wine cooler, “Vodka?”

Yuta looks at you incredulously, “I don’t think this is the right time to drink alcohol, [Y/N]. If anything, I think I should be preparing you some tea.”

“No, no, I’ll make it myself. Please, make yourself comfortable.” You grabbed the kettle and filled it up with water. “What kind would you like?”

“Hmm? Anything is fine.”

His voice sounded like he wasn’t seated at the counter nor the living room. Once you turned the stove on, you walked out into the hallway to find him looking at the photos on the wall. It almost freaked you out, until you saw him smiling at the photos — almost innocently at them.

He realizes your presence and stutters out an apology. “Sorry, I just really admire your relationship. It makes me wish I had someone to protect and care for. You must feel pretty lucky to have someone like him… someone who’d go out of their way to protect you.”

“There’s no one more I’d trust my life with.” You chuckled, showing off your engagement ring. “I just wish he’d—”

You stopped yourself, hoping he didn’t catch it, but he curiously peeks at you over his shoulder and you inwardly curse yourself as you try to rephrase what you were about to say.

“He’s just…” There’s no way to sugarcoat what you wanted to say. “He’s overprotective. And I appreciate it, I really do. It’s just… he doesn’t have to go out of his way to do so.”

Yuta laughs, “He’s a billionaire, [Y/N], what exactly does ‘out of his way’ mean?”

“I mean, he doesn’t have to overdo it.” You sighed, realizing a split second later that he could interpret your words wrongly. You open your mouth to correct yourself, but he beats you to it.

“Overdo it?” He repeats, “Like…”

The kettle begins to whistle and you quickly excuse yourself to prepare the tea. When you turn the stove off, you hear the front door open and Jaehyun’s voice calling out to both you and Yuta. You hear Yuta greet him and tell him that you’re preparing tea just as you round the corner and almost collide face first into Jaehyun’s chest.

“[Y/N]!” He grabs your shoulders and hugs you.

“Jaehyun, what’s happening?” You pushed him away, feeling a little shy since Yuta was there.

He lets out a heavy breath, “I received a note while I was at the office. It questioned your safety.”

“What does that mean? What did the note say exactly?”

“Is she safe?” Jaehyun clears his throat, “And it had a picture of you, Doyoung, and Kun from that night you three met up for dinner.”

Your fingers began to shake uncontrollably, Kun’s warning flooding back into your mind. “...From who?”

The look of regret on your fiance’s face tells you he hasn’t found out yet who sent the photo, “I don’t know. The note was slipped into the receptionist desk somehow.”

“Mina doesn’t remember where it came from or who handed it to her?’

“Mina hasn’t come into work for two days now. The temporary secretary there is overwhelmed with the work that piled up for her, so I can’t blame her if she doesn’t remember who or where the note came from.”

“Security cameras?” Yuta pipes up, but Jaehyun shakes his head. “I was told my people have already installed it.”

“The cameras were set up, but there was a system error on our end. There’s no footage.”

You walk off towards the windows and cross your arms, overwhelmed with the urge to vomit. Jaehyun calls for you and you shrugged your shoulders, “Maybe it’s just a prank? That’s possible, right?”

“Yes, it is.” Jaehyun pauses, slowly nodding his head, “But I don’t want to take chances, [Y/N], not when it concerns you.”

“Would you have any idea who would be behind this, Jaehyun?”

He looks at Yuta and frowns, “Not a single clue.”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth; you should tell him about what Kun told you.

“Jaehyun, [Y/N], if you need anything, I’ll gladly help. I can have my team set up surveillance cameras here — free of charge. You can even have the feed be sent straight to your phones.”

“My phone.” You gasped, remembering it was missing. Before you could panic, Jaehyun fishes it out of his pocket and holds it out to you.

“It was at the house.”

Checking the notifications, there were nearly a hundred missed calls from both him and Doyoung. You peer up at him while calling Doyoung. “You told Doyoung?”

“Of course. I thought he would know something.”

“[Y/N]?! Where the fuck—”

“I’m fine! I’m safe! I just left my phone at the house this morning and didn’t notice! I’m sorry for making you worry.” You continue to calm your best friend down, promising to be careful and such. By the time you are done with the call, Yuta announces he should head back to his hotel.

“I should get going. Take care, you two.”

You walk back to them, “Oh, please stay for dinner. As a thanks for bringing me back home and even waiting for Jaehyun with me.”

He smiles, “Maybe some other day? I’m expecting a conference call with my family later and I wouldn’t want you guys to hear a bunch of angry Japanese.”

“Oh,” You purse your lips, “Okay. Some other day then?

“Yuta, thank you again for bringing her home and waiting with her. It really put my mind at ease to know she’s not alone.” Jaehyun puts an arm around you and you lean into him.

“Don’t mention it, Jaehyun, so tell me if I could be of any help, I’ll gladly do so.”

You both see Yuta off, waiting for him to enter the elevator and waving one last time before closing the door and locking it for the night. You turn to Jaehyun, who immediately reacts to your touch.

“Don’t worry,” He whispers, “You’ll be okay, baby. I’ll take care of it.”

“I know. I know you will.” You tug at his arms and he leans down to kiss you, letting your lips mold against each other. When he pulls away, you lick your lips, “I’m going to make tea. Would you like some?”

“I’m good. I’ll finish up some work. Get some sleep after, okay? I’ll be with you as soon as I’m done.”

You watch him walk off towards his home office and you make your way back to the stove to reheat the kettle. Your eye catches the photo Yuta was looking at; it was your graduation photo with him, both of you dressed in the dark gown and proudly clutching onto your diplomas, but had noticeably harder grips on each other. Everything seemed simpler back then with nothing to worry about other than school, rent, and what to eat daily.

Why didn’t you tell him about what Kun told you?

No, why couldn’t you tell him?

You look back to where he disappeared into; now determined to solve this on your own.

Inside his home office, Jaehyun carefully closes the blinds of the little window on the door and pulls out the note he had received earlier.

He didn’t want to lie to you. Especially not about something like this. It still involved you, however the safety being compromised wasn’t just yours.

He opens the crumpled note back up, rereading the 3 words over and over again. His gaze moves to the photo it came with. It really was of you, Doyoung, and Kun.

It just wasn’t from a couple days ago; nor was it a couple of weeks either. Anyone could tell with one look how far back it was. You were standing in a music store, watching Doyoung pick an album from the stand in front of you, beside you stood Kun, just barely recognizable and the only telltale sign was the beauty mark on his brow. What stood out the most was that all three of you wore your high school uniforms.

Jaehyun crumples it up, angrily closing his fist around the photo. He brings the note back up and clicks his tongue.

Does she know?

a/n: an update since quarantine sucks. this chapter is a lot shorter only because i’m still not in right headspace to write, but i’ve been working on something devoted-related (not a fic or anything written) and it’s getting me back into writing again.

next: part 9

~ buy me a peach? but why?

#nct smut #nct scenarios #jaehyun smut #jaehyun scenarios

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spaceskam · 4 years ago

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warning: mentions of past bullying/homophobia because it kyle

Kyle Valenti had prepared for a lot of up and downs in life. It came with the territory of being pre-med.

What he had not prepared for was coming home for Christmas break after his very first semester in college to see that his father had moved in Alex Manes so he didn’t get shipped off to war. He was even further less prepared for the following two weeks of seeing Alex Manes in increasingly more compromising situations--bent over to get something out of the oven, reaching up to get laundry detergent, stretching in the morning, parading around shirtless before bed, choosing tight little biking shorts to run in, sweating after working out, working out, just to name a few.

By far, the last thing he’d been prepared for was, when his parents were at the station’s Christmas party, getting a little too drunk on whiskey with Alex Manes in a hot tub while discussing Lord of the Rings which somehow led to giving him head on the back porch like a fucking disaster who had no self control.

Now it was morning and Kyle was replaying the entire night over and over, staring at his bedroom ceiling with wide eyes. Up until college, Kyle had figured he was 100% straight. He’d seen cute guys, but no one he’d actually want to do anything with and, to him, that felt heterosexual enough. But those measly three and a half months that he’d spent at UNM had completely fucked up his world. Who knew so many boys got hot after high school?

But, still, he’d never really thought about acting on it outside of a fleeting, intrusive thought. Those thoughts got more frequent and stayed a little longer with Alex in his house, but he thought he had control. He thought it wasn’t a problem. Clearly he was very wrong.

In the next room over, Alex was sleeping in what used to be the guest bedroom. Disgust filled his mind as he remembered his parents explaining that having Alex around would be just like having a brother. You grew up together, they’d said, it’s no different than an adoptive sibling. There was nothing brotherly about the way he thought about Alex.

When someone knocked on Kyle’s door, he sat up and immediately started thinking of ways to explain himself. It was an accident, he didn’t mean to get on his knees. He simply fell. Alex went to help him, it was totally innocent when his shorts slipped off his hips. Water was heavy, you know? Besides, he wet ass-print on the wall had to be dry by now, there was absolutely no evidence that anything had been done for a long period of time.

“Come in,” he said, voice slightly strained. Funnily enough, he wasn’t even hung over. At least, not on the whiskey.

Alex peeked his head in, seeing a little hesitant as he stared at him. His hair was ruffled, his septum piercing crooked, and, instead of his usual shirtless morning body, he had on a baggy sweater that engulfed him entirely. Kyle wanted to die. Why the fuck was that attractive? Who was calling the shots in his brain? He’d like to have a talk with them.

“Hey,” Alex said, clearing his throat, “Could we, uh, talk for a sec?”

“Yeah,” Kyle said, fidgeting in his bed.

Alex entered the room completely and closed the door behind him. He seemed hesitant to come near him, but he did anyway. Kyle prepared himself for the absolute shit show about to come. He knew it would be bad because, honestly, he didn’t know what he wanted him to say. Did he want to be rejected? Did he want to find out what his lips tasted like? They’d skipped the kissing stage on accident.

“Um,” Alex whispered, his sleeves pulled over his hands as he tried to look natural. He just looked scared. “I just wanted to apologize about last night. I-If I made you feel like you had to do something you didn’t want to or just made you feel uncomfortable in anyway, I’m genuinely sorry. The whole lead up is blurry, so I don’t know if...”

“No,” Kyle jumped in, shaking his head, “No, dude, no. That’s, that’s not what happened.”

Alex eyed him and nodded slowly, not quite believing him. Which made sense. They had a weird time in high school. Or, just, bad. A bad time in high school. Why exactly was Alex the one apologizing again?

“I’m sorry,” Kyle added, “If I made you feel like-”

“No,” Alex said, voice soft and adorable and what the fuck, “No, I wanted it.” Kyle swallowed harshly. Was it getting hot in here? “I just, I know how you feel--or, felt, I guess--about me being gay and I wasn’t sure if there was some miscommunication happening. Because, like, I don’t actually remember any communication happening at all.”

“No, look, I’m sorry. About high school. All of it, I was stupid and confused,” Kyle told him, watching Alex’s eyebrows furrow a little bit, “I’m still stupid and confused. I do know I don’t... regret it. But I am still trying to wrap my head around it.” Alex didn’t say anything, simply nodding to show he was listening but didn’t want to put any words in his mouth. “Like, does this mean I’m gay now?”

Alex smiled a little in relief, shaking his head, “No.”

“Well, do you know what it does mean?” Kyle asked, “Because I definitely enjoyed myself, but I have never wanted to do that before the last, like, week. Then I get the opportunity and I throw caution to the wind. How’s that for impulse control?”

Alex gave a little laugh and it eased Kyle’s mind a bit more.

“Um, could mean a couple things. Could mean you were just experimenting which is normal. Could mean you’re bi or something. It, uh, it takes awhile to really find a good word. Even then, it’s hard to know if it’s permanent. Stuff’s weird,” Alex explained, shrugging his shoulders. Kyle licked his lips and then moved his legs to sit criss-cross, giving Alex a space to sit on his bed. It took a little bit of silent confirmation before he did so.

“So, I’m gonna be confused for the rest of my life?”

“Not necessarily,” Alex said, biting his lips momentarily and Kyle really felt like it was on purpose, “Like, for me, I know I’m gay. I know I only want to have sex with men. But sometimes I still am like, okay, am I really though? Which, I don’t know, I think it’s pretty normal ‘cause, you know, heteronormativity is a thing.”

“Heteronormativity?” Kyle repeated. Alex again gave that sweet little smile.

“You know, like, thinking being straight is the default in society and, because of that, it makes it hard to understand your own sexuality and your own outlook on life because, well, it’s different from what’s been instilled in you from a young age,” Alex rambled. Maybe he was a little hungover because it felt like he was getting a little too fancy for first thing in the morning.

“Right, so what I’m hearing is that wanting to see you naked and wanting to get your dick in my mouth was the beginning to a whole goddamn deconstruction of the way I view my own personality and, by extension, existence,” Kyle responded. Alex’s cheeks were a little flushed as the more blunt statement, but he nodded nonetheless. “Cool. Nothing quite like an existential crisis for breakfast.”

Alex gave a more genuine laugh this time and Kyle felt like, of all the things to be confused about right now, his mouth was not one of them.

“So, you’re not mad?” Alex clarified.

“No,” Kyle said honestly, “But I’m sorry I was a dick to you in high school for clearly my own issues.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.”

“Yeah,” Alex agreed, licking his lips. He again pulled on his sleeves. “So... What now?”

Kyle didn’t have an answer. In fact, all he could do was stare at Alex and his lips and his cheekbones and his crooked little septum ring. He glanced up at Alex’s eyes for a moment before letting his gaze drift back down to his lips, feeling a little overwhelmed with desire. It was really hard to have a full freak out about things when Alex was literally sitting on his bed and looking too good to fathom.

Kyle lifted his hand mindless towards Alex’s face and was only remembered that it was weird when Alex flinched in response.

“Sorry,” he said, “Can I?”

Alex looked a little concerned about what he was asking for, but he gave a short nod to say that he trusted him not to be cruel. Kyle took that as the best thing he’d ever seen, but also acknowledged that he had a lot more to work on than just his own self-discovery. He should definitely work on making things up to Alex.

But, for that moment, he straightened out the little metal piece and rested his hand on the side of Alex’s neck. Alex just watched him, waiting for him to be the one to make the first move. So he did.

Kyle moved in slowly, telling himself he’d already gone way further than a kiss and so it shouldn’t be scary. It was still terrifying. He could feel Alex swallow harshly as he got close. Then they closed the gap.

The kiss was short and PG and, honestly, a little awkward. Yeah, they definitely need to fix some other things before this would be as fun as it was last night.

Alex gave a short little laugh as they pulled apart, eyes sweet and kind and really helping Kyle make more sense of the world. How the hell had he ever been mean to him?

“Maybe we should go downstairs so you parents don’t get any ideas?” Alex suggested. Kyle nodded, tempted to kiss him once more just because. He knew it would be a little weird, though, and wasn’t sure if Alex wanted him to, so he didn’t. “And, don’t worry, I’ll keep your little revelation to myself.”

“Thanks,” Kyle said, feeling a little relieved over that despite not having considered that he would’ve told anyone. This was so fucking weird.

“And, when you go back to school, you know you can always call me if you need to talk about it. I get that it’s hard,” Alex offered. Man, Kyle really wanted to kiss him again.

“Can I kiss you again?” Kyle asked. Alex laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Just a little bit.”

“Fair enough,” Kyle agreed, leaning forward with a little more confidence. The kiss was better than the first one, more comfortable and expected. It still didn’t go past anything you’d see on Disney Channel, but it had Kyle feeling ready to start his day.

“Okay,” Alex said against his lips, “Ready to go pretend like we didn’t defile your family’s backyard?”

“Yeah,” Kyle said, “But I can’t wait to do it again.”

Alex snorted a laugh and stood up off the bed.

“You sound so sure it’ll happen again.”

“Oh, it won’t?”

“We’ll see.”

And Kyle was definitely willing to wait.

#kylex #kylex fic #kyle valenti #alex manes #roswell new mexico #my fic

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faulty-writes · 4 years ago

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Hiii! I’m new here but I just loved more than I imagined, that college AU scenario where Mirio is volunteered in an art class to pose as a nude model for the reader... so... could you write a part 2 where they go on that date and they pose together, but the reader takes of her clothes too... 👀 Id LOVE a NSFW but you do as you want

[ I’m probably late in saying this, but welcome! This sounds like it’ll be fun to write. Let’s see what I can do. This turned out so much longer than I thought it would. ]

WARNING: Sexual Acts, Vaginal Sex, Fingering. 18+. You get the idea.

Part One Located Here.

You still couldn’t believe you had agreed to this and thinking back to what led up to it was a little amusing. You still flushed thinking about the way Mirio had pulled you into his lap, his arms around you and his heat brushing against you while you somehow focused on drawing yourself and him from the reflection of the mirror. How did he even get you to do that in the first place?

Most would consider themselves lucky to be in that situation, of course, it was a little different for you. It was one thing to admire someone from a distance, but you knew Mirio up, close, and personal. Sure he was attractive, you could admit that. But ever since that day, you got butterflies in your stomach whenever you were near him.

You tried to convince yourself it was only because you had agreed to go on a date with him, which meant there was the potential you could become more than friends. Though in a way you had already crossed that line, still. As the days ticked away until the agreed date, you couldn’t help but find yourself shying away from Mirio.

Every time you saw him in the hallway, you couldn’t help but blush and act shy. It was unlike you, to be so nervous around someone. In a way it bothered you, but you knew there was very little that could be done. On the day of the date, you had trouble picking out an outfit. Mirio had suggested that he bring the food and drink, that way you could snack between art pieces.

Still, that led back to the same question. What the hell would you wear? Eventually, you settled on a lazy day outfit which consisted of a plain shirt and sweatpants. There was no use in wearing anything but casual clothes, especially if they were bound to get dirty from whichever art supplies you decided to use. Still, you looked yourself over before heading out of your dorm room.

The butterflies in your stomach seemed to increase the closer you got to your destination, which was the art department of the school. Luckily, while you passed by plenty of students on your way there. It seemed like the art department was empty and you lifted your head when you noticed Mirio was waiting outside the door for you.

He was leaning against the wall, his head was toward the floor and his foot kicked up dirt. There was a wooden basket hanging from his arm as well, which you assumed held the food and drink he had talked about. He was wearing a baggy shirt with a white and red-colored jacket. He also wore plain blue jeans and sneakers.

When he heard you approach, he lifted his head and smiled. “Hi there, sunshine!” he called as he walked over and you lifted your hand to wave at him. But you noticed his steps seemed rushed as if he hadn’t seen you in years and his arms were spread out.

“Oh no…” you knew what he wanted to do and braced yourself, despite that. You let out a squeak when his arms wrapped around your legs and proceeded to lift you into the air. You reached out, clasping onto his arms as if to steady yourself and even though he noticed this, he chuckled. “You look so cute today.” he commented, something that caught you off guard and caused you to blush.

“I uh...I do?” you replied, almost dumbfounded. But Mirio only nodded and was tempted to lean close and nuzzle against you. But he decided that maybe such an action was best left for later. Instead, he turned and walked to the door. Still holding you in his arms, “Hold on a sec…” he said before reaching for the door handle, the door itself gave a rusty squeak as it opened.

You looked over your shoulder, noticing that the classroom was pitch black. However, light filled the room as soon as Mirio stepped inside. He closed the door with his foot and the sound of it slamming made you jump in his arms. “Whoa, easy there!” he said, you were never a fan of loud noises. “I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry.” Mirio looked away, a little embarrassed but it was okay. It’s not like he had ruined the date, with that in mind.

He lowered you back to your feet and you shyly rubbed your arm. “So uh…” you trailed off and looked around the room which was surprisingly empty. Usually, there were easels everywhere and chairs. But everything looked as though it were cleared, the smell of paint and glue still lingered in the air. “Hm, is something wrong?” Mirio said as he leaned down to hover over your shoulder.

You jumped again and turned to face him. “Oh!” you exclaimed before clearing your throat. “Uh, heh. It’s nothing. Just looks empty.” you said and Mirio leaned back up with a chuckle. “Well, we can fix that! After all, this is an art date. So, do you wanna try to draw me again?” he questioned and you felt your mouth go dry.

You reached up to scratch the back of your head, feeling a sort of warmth course through your cheeks. “With...your clothes on?” you replied before folding your hand into a fist and lightly tapped your forehead. Okay, maybe that was a stupid question. Still, Mirio laughed in response. At least he found it humorous, guess that was a good thing.

“Well, I could always take them off if you want,” he said as he slid his jacket off, such a simple action sent your heart racing. “Uh! I mean...well you don’t have to, uh...I think I’ve seen you enough without your clothes.” you replied, shyly glancing at the floor. Mirio tilted his head before shrugging in response.

“Well, that might be true. Though at this point, it almost feels weird to have someone draw me with my clothes on.” you shyly glanced back at him, you somewhat understood what he meant. He seemed pretty shameless when it came to nudity, but once again you found yourself blaming his quirk for that.

“R-Right...well, why don’t you...um, why don’t you try to draw me?” you suggested and Mirio looked confused, his eyebrows lowered as he looked at you. “Me?” he repeated as he jabbed a finger into his chest and you nodded, “Yeah, come on. It could be fun, I can’t be the only artist on this date.” you said before chuckling, “Well I...I mean I could give it a try if it makes you happy, sunshine.” he said before walking over to the table and setting the basket down.

He then looked around, he wasn’t sure what he could use. An easel was usually reserved for painting and he knew he wasn’t a good painter. So maybe...he walked over to the charcoal sticks and picked up one, it was messy but definitely easier than painting. You smiled as you watched him, he almost looked cute. “Do I get a kiss if I do a good job?” he teased as he continued to gather his art supplies, though his words made you blush.

“Uh...y-you...want a kiss?” it was a strange thing, usually people didn’t ask for kisses. But Mirio seemed like the type that would always want consent and that wasn’t a bad thing. Still, he walked over to the table and pulled a chair up. “Of course I do! After all, I like you! So why wouldn’t I want a kiss? This is a date after all and I’m super eager to see what we can create together!” you nervously chuckled and scratched the back of your neck.

“R-Right.” you looked over, Mirio seemed happy with the large piece of paper in front of him and various charcoal sticks that looked to be of different sizes. “So, how are you going to pose for me?” he questioned and you took a step back, “Pose? Oh uh, right…” you hadn’t actually thought of what poses you could do.

Though laying down might be the most comfortable considering you didn’t know how long it would take him to do the drawing. Mirio’s eyes were on you as you walked to the center of the room and proceeded to get onto your knees, “Hm.” Mirio was a little eager to see what you were planning to do. Though the sight of you on your knees was quite interesting, he tried to keep his mind from wandering and focused on the blank paper in front of him.

However, he felt a little cheeky and looked back at you. Feeling his mouth go dry as he watched you lay on the floor, you decided that laying on your back would be the most comfortable position. He swallowed and looked away, what was wrong with him? He normally didn’t have thoughts like this and it was almost silly how dirty his thoughts could get when he was around you.

Regardless, he tried to clear his mind. “Um, just...let me know when you’re ready,” he said, glancing at you once again and watched as you squirmed around a bit before laying your hands on your stomach. You couldn’t really see anything but the table and Mirio’s legs that were stretched out underneath it. Those butterflies continued to swarm in your stomach, but you took a deep breath.

“Okay...I’m ready,” you said, trying your best to keep still and closed your eyes, believing that it was easier than trying to keep them open. Especially if you were on the floor where the dirt and dust would irritate them. Mirio found himself blushing, you looked rather peaceful and cute. He had a sudden urge to walk over and cuddle you, forget about the drawing altogether.

But he had promised you he’d try to draw you and well, he never went back on his word. Still, it was a little difficult to do the outline of your figure. He could only see your head and part of your upper body from his position. Your arms seemed a little tricky to draw, and he was nervous about how well he could do your portrait justice.

The most frustrating thing he found to draw however was your shirt. It covered most of your body and seemed to be a touch too baggy which meant it concealed some of your curves. He latched onto his lip, tapping the charcoal stick against the paper that was already a smeared mess. “Uh, sunshine.” he said, “Hm?” you peeped one eye open.

“Yeah? Is something wrong?” you asked and Mirio looked down, his feet seemed to be tapping against the floor which was often a nervous habit people displayed when they were feeling insecure. “Could you...maybe, take your shirt off?” he questioned and while his words seemed innocent, you couldn’t help but feel surprised.

Your eyes went wide and your heart almost bounced right out of your chest. Such a simple question had you flushing, “T-Take my…” you trailed off, reaching up to press your hands against your face. Your cheeks were warm and you were almost afraid that Mirio might notice how red they were.

You cleared your throat and reached down, your hands curled into the bottom of your shirt. “Why?” you asked and Mirio looked down, “Um...well,” he began, unsure of how he would explain himself. “Well...it’d be easier to draw your beauty that way, I don’t want anything separating it. Also...you’ve seen me naked plenty of times, so maybe it’s only fair I get to see some of your skin.” he concluded and you frowned before crossing your arms over your chest.

Part of you was nervous to take your shirt off, you were modest, and although this was a date. You wondered just how much of a gentleman Mirio could be. Then again, he did have a point. He had been a nude model for a while now and you had certainly seen more of him then he had seen of you. “Well…” your hands trembled slightly before you let out a sigh, thankfully you had worn a bra today.

Mirio sensed your hesitation and smiled before standing up. “Here.” he offered before pulling his shirt over his head. He could have used his quirk, but what would be the point of that if he just wanted to take off one item? “So you don’t feel alone,” he said, however, you hadn’t expected him to do such a thing and your eyes glanced over his shirtless form.

He was quite muscular, though you heard stories about how much he worked out. You looked away, “F-Fine.” you said, despite your cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. You hesitantly pulled your shirt off. You trembled as the cool air hit your skin causing goosebumps to rise. How did Mirio do this? You shrugged at the thought, trying to ignore the small amount of excitement you felt as you laid your hands back on your stomach.

Mirio chuckled, happy to see you semi-shirtless. His eyes took in the shape of your chest before he went back to drawing, though you still felt somewhat embarrassed. The feeling seemed to go away as the minutes ticked by. It seemed like an hour had passed before Mirio finally spoke. “Finished!” he said as he held the paper up, his hands were smeared black and he had gotten some fingerprints on the portrait of you.

But it was clear he was still proud of his work and you rolled over before standing on your feet. You grabbed your shirt and eagerly walked over, “Let me see.” you insisted and Mirio smiled before holding the drawing up, you tried not to laugh and covered your mouth. Snickers still escaped and Mirio frowned, “What’s wrong? Is it that bad?” he questioned before looking at it once more, he wasn’t an artist and the lines were jagged and he made you look more like a messed up cartoon than an actual person.

But either way, he had tried hard and you lowered your hand, “Sorry, heh. Sorry Mirio.” you said as you reached up to touch his arm, which felt muscular and tensed up. “It’s great, you might be an artist yet,” you said, trying to cheer him up. He turned to you with a smile and nodded, “Heh, maybe but I think I’ll stick to being a model.” his eyes looked you over, he swallowed and once more focused on your chest.

That bra hugged you just right and the temptation to pull it off was there, but he restrained himself. Gees, where were these thoughts coming from? “So, I guess it’s your turn to draw me. Unless you wanted something to drink, you must have gotten thirsty laying on the floor for that long.” you chuckled in response and shrugged your shoulders.

“Hm, well I guess I could use a drink.” Mirio smiled, “Coming right up!” he said before turning to walk over to the basket that was still sitting on the table. He opened it and reached inside, feeling for the bottle of cold tea he had. “Here you go.” he chuckled as he handed it over and it only took a moment for you to unscrew the cap before taking a long sip.

You licked your lips after and noticed Mirio was no longer in front of you. “Hm?” you turned around, seeing he was now standing in the middle of the room. His hands were on his hips and he turned to look at you. “Hm?” he tilted his head and his lips formed a pout. “Sorry, I was just thinking of what kind of pose I want to do. But there’s something I gotta do first,” he said before smiling at you, but somehow you didn’t trust that smile.

Your eyes widened as you watched what remained of Mirio’s clothing fall through his body and he stood there completely nude, giving you the thumbs up. You tilted your head and quickly averted your eyes when he walked over to you, your cheeks looked so red but Mirio secretly enjoyed knowing he had such power over you. “Hey,” he said as he placed a hand on your shoulder, using his other to lift your chin up gently.

Though you didn’t want to look at him, you found yourself lost in his eyes nonetheless. “Uh w-what?” you replied, feeling your cheeks burn all the more. “I have an idea, if you’re up to it,” he said, and you raised your eyebrow in question. “An idea?” you repeated, almost too afraid to know what it was. Mirio was...rather different when it came to ideas, but he nodded.

“Yup! This is supposed to be a date right? If you don’t mind the strange vibe it gives, well I was thinking...maybe I could lay my head in your lap as you fed me?” his tone shifted as he asked the question and you stepped back, cradling your hands to your chest. “You don’t think that’s too weird?” you questioned, though Mirio just shrugged and rubbed his stomach.

You followed his hands though quickly glanced to the side as they were above a rather forbidden area. “Well, I’m kind of hungry and I thought it’d be neat. You can draw my portrait as I lay my head in your lap and have you feed me, after all. It’d be nice to be fed by a Goddess.” you nearly choked at those words and looked at Mirio wide-eyed and curious. Did he really think that highly of you?

It was a little too much, no one had ever complimented you like that before. Honestly, it was kind of nice. “Well...if you put it like that.” you looked over your shoulder at the basket before turning your attention back to Mirio. “Okay, I can do that,” you replied, sounding a little more confident than you had before. Still, he seemed pleased with your answer and watched you walk over to the basket.

Soft ruffling filled the air before you pulled out a container of fruit, it was filled with strawberries and mango chunks. You turned back and walked over to Mirio, “Will this do?” you questioned and Mirio’s eyes lit up at the sight of the container. He laughed and gave you the thumbs up. “Looks great, now there’s just one more thing.” he said as he reached over and grabbed your hand, you blinked.

What else could there possibly be? Mirio chuckled and pulled you close to him, causing a gasp to escape. His arm reached down to snake around your waist, “I know this may be a little inappropriate and I’m not trying to be a pervert, no. Just sometimes it’s hard to control myself around such a beautiful person and well, you are topless.” his eyes drifted down to your chest before gazing back at you.

“Well, almost.” your stomach twisted once more and you squeezed your thighs together, the way he was looking at you made a strange warmth begin to build. “What...what are you saying?” you questioned, almost afraid of the answer.

“Well, I’d feel more comfortable if I wasn’t the only one in my birthday suit. Plus it’ll give you a chance to feel what it’s really like to be a model! I mean, your artistic skills are amazing and well, I’m sure one day someone will want to capture your shining essence on paper so...well…” another chuckle left his lips, God he was so nervous.

You knew what he was implying, what he wanted you to do. You had already taken your shirt off for him, wasn’t that enough? Then again, he did raise a good point. He was standing bare as if it were completely normal and yeah, maybe one day you would get asked to model. You groaned and looked around the room, no one else was here.

It was just the two of you and you highly doubted there were cameras around. Still, you’d feel a little shy if you took your clothes off. Yet, Mirio, while he seemed somewhat insistent, wouldn’t force you to do anything and it might make drawing his portrait a little more interesting if you did go through with his suggestion. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself not to be nervous. Easier said than done.

“Okay.” you replied, which surprised Mirio, “Really?” he questioned and you nodded, “Yeah, so you want to sit your head in my lap right?” you questioned and Mirio smiled, “Yup!” he replied, “So...let’s find a comfortable position together.” you suggested as you stepped away from him.

You shyly scurried to the art supply table, grabbing a few pencils and a sketchbook before returning to him. You lowered yourself to the floor and sat on your knees before placing your art supplies on the floor. You then opened the container of fruit and placed it by your side. Mirio followed your lead and lowered himself to the floor as well, smiling at you the whole time.

“Are you sure this is okay with you?” he questioned and you nodded, “Yeah just…” you looked to him before feeling your face light up once more. “Just look away when I undress okay?” Mirio looked confused for a moment but did what you asked nonetheless. He covered his eyes with his hand and turned his head the opposite way. It was a little entertaining, still, you felt nervous even when he wasn’t looking at you.

But, you gave him your word and reached up to slide your bra off, you could feel your nipples harden due to the cool air. You tried to ignore the feeling and leaned back, taking your shoes off before wiggling out of your sweatpants. The last remaining item was your underwear and you latched onto your lip before looking over at Mirio.

He looked so content sitting there, as if being naked was natural. Maybe it was in a way, you closed your eyes and hesitantly pulled your underwear down. You folded each item before placing it into a pile, you shivered and wrapped your arms around your naked body. Gees, you were tempted to turn the temperature up. But you highly doubted that would help anything, so instead, you turned to Mirio who still had his hand over his eyes.

“Okay...you can...look now.” you replied, though your arms were still covering yourself. Mirio did as you said and the moment he saw your naked body. His eyes widened and a soft blush came to his cheeks. “Oh wow…” he said and you ducked your head, your face burning red.

“W-What...I know I’m not much to look at-” you began but Mirio interrupted you, “What? Sunshine, you’re beautiful! I just...I guess I feel lucky that I get to see you like this.” he replied, smiling as brightly as ever before laying on his back.

He nuzzled his head into your lap and smiled as he looked up at you before grabbing one of your arms. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to hide your...chest,” he said softly and you groaned in response. You felt embarrassed yet excited, almost as if this out of the norm situation caused something inside of you to tick. You shyly glanced down at Mirio, he looked so innocent laying in your lap like that.

The scent of strawberries caught your attention and you had almost forgotten that you had opened the container to begin with. You looked over, and honestly, the fruit itself was making you a little hungry but you said you were going to feed Mirio. You reached over, flipping the sketchpad to a fresh page before grabbing one of the strawberries, “Open.” you said as you brought it to his mouth, Mirio smiled before complying with your order.

Taking a bite of the strawberry and its juices splattered, staining Mirio’s lips and chin. You looked at him before grabbing your pencil and with one hand, you began to sketch a rough outline of Mirio. You lowered the strawberry, allowing him to take another bite. But you shivered when you felt his lips brush against your fingers and his tongue licked at your fingertips.

It was an odd sensation, “Uh…” you wanted to say something, but tried to focus on your sketch instead. You continued to feed Mirio the fruit and it certainly made the portrait interesting, though it changed slightly every time you looked at him. You had recreated his image almost perfectly, in addition, you had almost forgotten the fact that you were naked as you were too focused on your art.

However, when the realization came. You wanted to cover your exposed chest once more, but Mirio quickly sat up and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Licking his lips of the remaining fruit juice before pulling you close, you squeaked and felt your cheeks flush once more. “Let me see.” he insisted before grabbing the sketchbook.

He smiled as he glanced at your drawing, clearly impressed. “You’re always so good at this, I’m jealous,” he said as he lowered the sketchbook to the floor and turned to face you. However, you were looking away from Mirio. Too embarrassed and self-conscious, despite the fact that both of you were naked. He seemed to catch on and leaned closer, you gasped when you felt his warm lips against your cheek.

It only lasted a few moments before he pulled away and reached over to grab your chin, turning your head toward him. “I know this might be a weird date, but I wouldn’t want it with anyone else. You’re my special someone and I wasn’t lying when I said I liked you a whole bunch.” he chuckled and you looked down, you remembered when he confessed his feelings to you.

But you never imagined that it would lead to this. You swallowed and found yourself nodding, “Y-Yeah, I uh...remember.” you replied, unsure of what to say. “Hey…” Mirio smiled as he leaned over and picked up the container of fruit, he could still taste the sweet substance on his tongue. But he turned to you and while you expected him to speak, instead a laugh escaped him.

“You should draw us again like you did last time in the mirror,” he said as he handed you the container, which you nearly dropped in surprise. “What?!” you exclaimed and once more you found yourself blushing, it was a miracle that you hadn’t passed out yet. Mirio only smiled, determined to have you bend to his will as he quickly stood up. You watched from your position on the floor as he pulled a chair over.

He then grabbed an easel that was lined with paint and brushes. He walked over to grab a blank canvas which he made sure was straight after he had placed it on the easel. The last thing he grabbed was the large mirror, the same one he had used last time. “M-Mirio...I don’t think…” he looked over his shoulder at you, “Hm?” you swallowed as you took note of his expression.

The abnormal way he styled his hair up and the way his blue eyes always seemed innocent of any crime, his lips which were currently puckered up. Almost as if he were confused about something. “Don’t think what?” he questioned as he approached you and you expected him to pull you close. Touch you in some way, however instead he leaned over and picked up another piece of fruit.

He brought it to his lips and took a bite and you couldn’t help but become hypnotized as you watched those juices drip down his chin. His tongue came out and swiped across his lips. He then held his hand out, which you took before standing on your feet. He brought the half-bitten fruit up to your mouth, but you hesitated to open. You knew he wanted to feed you, but you couldn’t help but look at him and that smile he always wore.

The echo of your heartbeat sounded in your ears, which was paired with the butterflies that continued to fill your stomach. Maybe they were just a sign to lower your defenses around Mirio, after all, there was nothing to fear when it came to any feelings for him. He seemed pretty confident in the way he felt about you and honestly, you could see him as potential boyfriend material.

You felt him push the piece of fruit past your lips and you hesitantly used your tongue to pull it inside. Your cheeks were rosy as you began to chew, though you nearly choked when Mirio leaned closer. Hovering in front of your face, his eyes drifted to your lips, and slowly, he cupped your face. You paused, the half-chewed fruit still in your mouth as Mirio guided your head up.

You knew what he wanted, but you didn’t pull away as he leaned close and pressed his lips against yours. You swallowed what was in your mouth and reached up to grab his shoulders if anything to keep yourself from falling. Your legs were trembling, Mirio’s lips felt soft and a certain warmth carried with them. The taste of strawberries lingered and you pulled yourself closer, though the container of fruit remained as the distance tool.

Pressed between your body and Mirio’s but regardless, Mirio seemed to enjoy the fact you were melting into his advances and reached up to place his arm against your back. You heard the sound of the floor squeaking, the source was caused by Mirio shifting his legs just before he pulled away. “You...k-kiss really good, sunshine...um…” you tilted your head, though your lips were tingling from the kiss.

Was Mirio nervous? It was odd seeing him act like this, “Here, let’s try to create another masterpiece so we can...remember this date forever.” he insisted as he took the container of fruit from you, “Uh wait...I…” you began to speak but Mirio had already turned to walk over to the chair. He sat down, crossing his legs over one another as if he were trying to hide something.

You shrugged and walked over, making sure you had all the supplies you needed before you looked at the mirror. You squeaked and briefly covered your chest, remembering once again that you were naked. It was funny, Mirio had distracted your mind enough to the point where you had actually forgotten you weren’t wearing any clothes. Still, this would be interesting.

You took a deep breath and turned back to face Mirio, his attention was turned to the container that sat on top of his leg. “So...I guess you don’t want me on your lap like last time,” you said, which caught Mirio's attention. “Huh?” you chuckled, “Oh uh, you can! Sorry, guess my mind was elsewhere.” he said before taking a strawberry out of the container and placing it down on the floor.

You raised your eyebrow but didn’t question him, maybe he just wanted something to munch on while you painted. “Um, okay...so…” you walked up to him, shyly looking away which made Mirio chuckle. He reached out, grabbing your hand. “Hey, it’s okay just uh...be careful of my willy, okay?” you flushed, the way he referred to it as “willy” was both cute and slightly entertaining.

“Uh…” your hands tightened into fists but you nonetheless nodded, “Right, I’ll try to be careful,” you said as you hesitantly took a step closer, and with Mirio’s help, you climbed onto his lap. Though your heart raced and you felt a certain tingle course through your sex, you noticed your thighs were slick with something. You tried to deny the cause of it and avoided Mirio’s gaze, though he was smiling.

Mostly due to the fact that he had you in his lap and you were still holding his hand. Your nerves made you tremble as you pressed your hand against Mirio’s rather thick thigh and turned around so you faced the mirror. Your back was now against Mirio’s chest and his hand snaked around your waist, pulling you close. You gasped in response and tried to clear your throat. This was just an art date, nothing more.

Nothing more than having fun and creating art, even nudity themed art. Once you were comfortable in his lap, you reached over to grab one of the many pencils that laid on the small stand attached to the easel. Though you repeatedly averted your gaze in the mirror, which made it difficult to sketch the outline.

You weren’t used to this and you wondered how long it took Mirio before that certain shame and embarrassment left him. Then again, Mirio was confident as a person so that could have something to do with it. Still, once you had the outline, which took longer than you thought. You shifted in Mirio’s lap, “You okay?” he asked and you swallowed, trying to find your words.

“Oh yeah, fine.” you replied and Mirio chuckled as he looked over your shoulder. “You did a good job! Well, you always do a good job actually. I’m sure it’ll make a wonderful contribution to the art world!” you almost wanted to roll your eyes, you really didn’t want anyone to see this. Still, you picked up the paintbrush and began to fill in the background, though you didn’t draw it.

You decided to make the background abstract using the colors that were reflected in the mirror. Mirio smiled as he rested his head on your shoulder, you wondered for a moment why he hadn’t released his arm from your waist. Was he waiting until you were done? “Uh Mirio, I think we can get dressed now. I can paint in the colors by memory,” you said and it made Mirio frown.

“But I like having you close.” he replied before finally taking a bite of that strawberry he had been holding, “Besides,” he began, talking with his mouth full. He nuzzled against you before pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck, you gasped and squirmed in his lap. “Mirio!” you warned, his name leaving your lips with a hiss. “Heh sorry, was that too much? Your skin just looks so kissable,” he said before swallowing.

“In fact,” he smirked and grabbed your arm to place over his shoulder, something that forced you to turn your body. You were about to speak, demand was he was doing. But instead, he brought the bitten strawberry up and you gasped as he smeared it across your breast. The juice left a light red trail and you latched onto your lip when he circled it around your nipple.

“You look good enough to eat.” he purred, tossing the strawberry to the floor before leaning forward. His lips clasped around the hardening nub and once more you tried to bite back the noise that threatened to escape you. “M-Mirio…” you whined his name and felt his legs spread, causing your body to slide into the open space.

“W-What are you…” Mirio parted his lips and wiggled his tongue around your nipple before gently squeezing it between his teeth. A moan escaped and you wiggled in response to the building pleasure, Mirio smiled before he pulled away and his hand slid over your thigh. You placed your hand on his chest, your other arm remained across his shoulder.

Your face was tinted red and soft pants came from your lips. Your body was beginning to feel warm, more than likely a sign you wanted more of Mirio’s advances. “Sorry…” he said, catching you off guard. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but well...you kind of got me excited.” he said before his arms wrapped around you and he lifted his hips.

You shivered when you felt his willy, it was warm and felt a little moist. It was somewhat soft, though you couldn’t help but wonder how big he was when fully erect. You wiggled in his lap, and Mirio hissed in response as you turned your body. Allowing your legs to dangle off the sides of Mirio’s lap and properly face him, “Sunshine,” he said, looking into your eyes. “I...I’m okay with it,” you said, though you were nervous.

Mirio had started this, so he should take responsibility. But then again, this was just as much your responsibility and you were willing to take the consequence for it. Mirio looked surprised, “R-Really?” he questioned and you nodded, “Yeah…” a smile came to his face before he reached over, grabbing onto your hips. “Then... in that case,” he smirked and began to grind against you causing your clit to throb.

Your juices already stained the inside of your thighs, but you weren’t fighting the pleasure. In fact, you leaned close. Mirio smiled and slammed his lips over yours. You shivered at the feeling of his thick moist tongue as it probed at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You happily parted your lips, trembling as his tongue slithered inside your mouth.

Once more, you could taste the hint of strawberries on his tongue as it brushed and wrestled against yours. His hips continued to grind against you, the tip of his hardening willy briefly brushed against your dripping slit causing you to gasp and break the kiss. “Hm? What’s the matter?” he questioned, though a smirk on his face as he continued moving his hips.

One hand retracted from your hip and reached down between your thighs. You threw your head back, moaning as you felt his fingers graze along your slit. Collecting your juices which continued to drip from your sex, “Wow...you’re really wet.” he replied, somewhat making you feel embarrassed. But such a feeling was quickly forgotten when he leaned close and peppered your neck with kisses.

You felt yourself clench around nothing when Mirio fingers circled around your throbbing clit and pressed down on it. “It’s kind of cute, I didn’t expect to have this much power over you.” a groan left your lips as you slumped over his shoulder. A thin layer of sweat was forming across your skin and your body involuntarily jumped when Mirio slid a single finger inside.

You clenched around him and leaned back, your arm shot out desperate to grab onto something. However, the closest thing happened to the easel and you grabbed onto the ledge. Your fingers dipped right into the paint jars, staining them a rainbow of colors. But you didn’t care, more so you didn’t mind the feeling of paint on your skin.

Even though it went unnoticed during your moment of pleasure. Mirio chuckled before he leaned forward, once more clasping his mouth around your nipple. Above all else, he didn’t want to hurt you. Especially as he added another finger, slowly scissoring your dripping cunt. He wiggled his fingers, allowing that unmistakable wet sound to echo. You whimpered before leaning forward again and you grasped onto Mirio’s shoulders.

Your hand smeared paint onto his skin, and the outline of your fingers were present as you dug your nails into his shoulder. Your legs were trembling, yet you found yourself moving against his fingers. “Don’t...stress yourself too much...sunshine,” Mirio replied as he released your nipple, you whimpered in response. “I...I-I’m not...please Mirio…” you begged, knowing that he was hard.

You could feel his willy poking against your inner thigh, covered in thin lines of your juice. Mirio caught onto the hint of what you wanted and you reached up to touch the side of his cheek. Though it too became stained with paint, “Hm?” Mirio retracted his fingers, which were moist with your essence and grabbed your wrist, “Oh? You got a little paint on you.” he chuckled before releasing your wrist and placed his hands back on your hips.

However, they moved to slide over the curve of your ass where he eagerly squeezed each cheek. You gasped and impatiently moved in his lap, missing the feeling of his fingers inside you. But it seems like Mirio had other plans and squeezed your backside once more before he stood up. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck as he took a step forward and kicked the chair away.

It hit the floor with a loud bang and you were worried that someone might hear and come rushing, but Mirio seemed absent of any such thoughts. Your grip on him tightened as he got onto his knees, lowering you onto the floor. You shivered as your back touched the cold tile of the art room and crossed your arms over your chest when Mirio leaned back up.

His hard-on bounced between his thighs and you couldn’t help but notice how big he was, though you were a little nervous. Could you fit Mirio’s length inside you or would it break you? “Thinking about something or are you looking at my willy?” he questioned and your thoughts were broken. “W-What...I...I was…” you glanced away in embarrassment.

Though Mirio laughed, “That’s alright.” he said as he turned his attention to the easel, more specifically the paint that you had stuck your fingers into earlier. He smirked and reached over, dipping his own fingers into the different colors. He pulled back and smirked as he watched the paint drip down his fingers, much like your pussy juice had earlier.

You blinked, a little confused as to why Mirio was playing with the paint. However, he turned back to you and with his free hand. He pushed your legs apart, comfortably nestling himself between them. He reached down, stroking his cock. “You like playing with paint huh?” he teased as he reached two fingers out, he pressed them against your stomach and proceeded to draw something.

You latched onto your lip, trying your hardest not to laugh as Mirio decorated your skin. “There,” he said, grinning at the large heart he created. Then he grabbed one of your ankles with his paint-stained hand, guess you’d be taking a shower after this. He guided your leg to rest over his shoulder and you moved your own leg to rest over his opposite shoulder.

“You comfortable, sunshine?” he questioned and though you felt your clit twitch, your juices seeping down to create a small mess on the floor. You nodded and Mirio smiled, “Great, then don’t mind if I...make you scream out.” you moaned at his words and eagerly moved when he rubbed his cock against your slit, he loved teasing you. “Mirio…” you whimpered and your nails dug into the floor.

“Okay, okay. Take a deep breath,” he warned before slowly guiding his cock inside you, though you were tight and instantly clenched around the intruding member. Mirio hissed, “Gees…” he commented as he continued to push, filling you in the most delicious way possible. Though it ached, Mirio was kind enough to rub your clit with his thumb. Providing some mix of pain and pleasure which felt amazing, you couldn’t help but squirm in response.

Though that only caused more of your thick juices to escape, Mirio didn’t seem to mind as the slickness made it easier for him to finally nestle himself inside you. For a moment, you lost your breath. A dull ache coursed through you and you were almost too afraid to move as you felt so full. Mirio might as well be pushing your stomach up, your toes curled and much like Mirio, soft pants escaped you.

“So...tight...and warm, feels so good,” he commented before leaning over you, taking note that your eyes were watered over. The sight made him frown, “Are you alright?” he questioned and you hesitantly nodded, despite your trembling legs. “Y-You’re really...big..” you said and Mirio dipped his head down before rubbing the back of his neck.

“Uh, well thanks…” he said, looking at you once more. “I’m going to start moving okay?” he warned and though you looked scared, perhaps nervous. You nodded, but as soon as Mirio began to pull back. You hissed, though Mirio continued to rub your clit. Giving you more pleasure as he snapped his hips forward, you let out a cry and threw your head back.

Closing your eyes as your body succumbed to the pleasure, the pain shortly subsided and you could hear the wet slaps of Mirio’s balls against your dripping wet cunt. Moans escaped you and every time Mirio pushed back inside, your walls desperately clenched around him. Your thighs were soaked and the essence dripped from Mirio’s cock and stuck to the small amount of pubic hair he had.

The noises coming from his mouth echoed through the empty room and drowned your own out, which wasn’t surprising. Mirio’s face was red and sweat was beading down his skin, but he chuckled and reached over. Taking hold of your wrists and pulling them, forcing your breasts together. “Look at me, sunshine...I want you to see when I come.” your body arched at his words, wiggling impatiently before you slowly lift your head.

The sight of him between your legs made you moan, but he only smiled. He loved hearing those noises from you, especially knowing he was the cause. Without warning, he began to thrust and it took everything in your being not to lay your head back. Instead, you watched as that thick cock entered you over and over again, your breast jumping with each assault Mirio made on your body.

But it felt wonderful nonetheless, giving yourself, your body over to Mirio. Having someone else claim you, “Mirio…” you whimpered the man’s name, “Y/n! Y/n! Say my name...again please…” Mirio begged, feeling his cock twitch eagerly. He was holding back, but damn he wanted to fill you to the brim with his seed. But he knew that would be irresponsible, so he had another plan in mind.

“Mirio...Mirio!” you moaned, the sound of your lust-filled voice filled the room before Mirio gasped and pulled out of your warm pussy. “Sunshine!” he cried out as he stroked himself, his fingers pulling at his cock with ease thanks to your soaking wet cunt. He dipped his head back, his body trembling as he continued. He was so close, damn. “I...I think I love you, Y/n!” he suddenly shouted and you gasped as that thick hot semen painted your body.

Splattering across your pelvis and stomach, he groaned and fell forward, but used his arm to keep himself from completely using you as his cushion. His face was red and uneven panting sounded from him. You whimpered and pressed your thighs together, feeling your own orgasm slowly drip down and add to the mess you had already created, that is the small puddle underneath you.

“Mirio…” you said as you reached one hand up and pressed it against his cheek which was sweaty to the touch. “That...t-that was...amazing.” he said in between pants and you chuckled in response, “It was.” you agreed and Mirio smiled before leaning down, you closed your eyes. Taking a blissful moment to enjoy the soft kiss before Mirio suddenly pulled away.

“Oh wait!” he said, turning his attention to the paint that still sat on the easel. He smiled and dipped one finger into the yellow paint cup. Though the paint that was already present on his fingers was dried out, he turned and looked at the heart he had painted onto you earlier. Though the lines were smeared and small amounts of his cum were mixed in with it.

“Try not to move.” he said before he began to write his name on the inside of the heart. ‘MIRIO’ was written in a sloppy fashion, but he smiled at his artwork. “I think you’re my favorite creation,” he said and his words made you blush, though you tried to hide it by turning your head to the side. Mirio took this chance to lay on top of you, despite ruining what he had just painted on you.

He noticed your body was sticky and wet, then again so was his. Still, he didn’t mind leaning over to kiss your neck and resisted laughing when your body jumped in response. “It’s okay, don’t mind if I mark you.” he commented, “M-Mark me?” you replied before feeling his teeth sink into the side of your neck, you wiggled and your hands reached up to squeeze his arms.

Especially when he began to suck, effectively creating a bruise and ‘marking’ you as he said he would. When he pulled away, you could feel the bruise pulsing and almost glared at him. However, he spoke. “So…” he began as he reached over to grab your chin, guiding your head back to look at him.

“I said I loved you earlier, which might have confused you. But...in that moment with you, what we were doing. What we just did, it really felt like love and it’s okay if...you don’t feel the same way. But...just know that I really do think I love you, Y/n. Even if that’s moving too fast for the first date.” your heart accelerated, Mirio was so meaningful with everything.

Did you love him back? Honestly, you weren’t sure. But the connection you just made with him, honestly you wouldn’t regret it. So this must be more than a feeling of just liking someone. Still, you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck. Pulling him down for another kiss, which said more than enough about your feelings. “I really...like you Mirio…” you said softly as the kiss ended and your words seemed to make him happy.

“I’m so happy you feel that way! I promise, I’ll make our next date uh...a little less messy,” he said as he pulled you in for a hug and you happily returned it, nestling your head into his shoulder. “Uh...that is if you’re willing to go on another date with me.” you chuckled and tilted your head to whisper in his ear. “I’d love to.” you said, “But, maybe just a regular date will do,” you said and Mirio chuckled.

“Don’t you worry! I’ll plan something casual.” he said before looking at you, though you were both naked with sweat and paint covering you. He still leaned his forehead against yours and nuzzled against you. “Maybe we should get dressed,” you suggested and Mirio shook his head. “Let me cuddle my sunshine for just a few more minutes,” he said before finally laying his body against yours and nuzzling into the crook of your neck, you rolled your eyes.

But complied with the overgrown teddy bear of a man, though you couldn’t help but think how an innocent art date turned into this. But once more, you didn't regret what you had done. The unfinished canvas continued to sit on the easel and you couldn't help but turn to look at it.

The thick outline you had done was still there, as well as the background you had managed to paint before your attention shifted to something else. Maybe you’d finish it later, it’d be a nice contribution to the memory of what occurred on your first date with Mirio.

#mirio x reader #togata x reader #bnha requests #chimichangagirl

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schrijverr · 4 years ago

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I Wrote My Own Deliverance

Chapter 2 out of 10

Alexander Hamilton is reborn as Alex Hambleton. He is desperate not to make the same mistakes twice, but it seems he is stuck in the narrative, unable to get out. Familiar faces pop up all around him as he attempts to keep his previous life a secret and write himself out of the story.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: Mild homophobia, beginning and ending indicated with a *. Tell me if I missed anything or if you want me to tag something!!

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Over the course of the first semester he fell into a nice rhythm, wherein he spend most of his days cooped up in the library or following his courses. He and Aaron rarely spoke, but they had fallen in a sort of camaraderie where they proof read each others work and studied in silence.

Alex was lucky that he did not share any classes with former acquaintances, since he was still a spit-fire, ready to argue with anyone about his beliefs and that would come back to bite him sooner or later.

The fact that it was working, should have alerted Alex that it was going to come crashing down, but alas he was oblivious when he exited his dorm near the end of the first semester.

He was trudging over the field when he heard a posh voice preach: “Homosexuality is a sin. It is unnatural and the people who follow the Devil will meet them in Hell.”

Alex stopped and did a double take.

As much as he tried to keep out of too much trouble in public, this guy got on his nerves more then anything and it did not seem that anyone in the crowd was about to say something to the guy.

So, he hauled his poly bisexual ass over there and got ready to fight.

“Homosexuality is a lot more natural than your haircut, fuckface.” he called out loudly, not missing the relieved slump in some of the bystanders that were glad someone else had stood up first.

“Excuse me?” the fuckface in question replied.

“Same-sex couples have been identified in nearly every species on the planet, reincarnations have kept their gender identity and sexual orientation over many lives and countless of bodies. Just because you’re ignorant and stupid, doesn’t mean you can go around insulting people who are just existing.” he said.

Fuckface was starting to say something back, but Alex just steamrolled forwards: “Not to mention how redundant Hell is when we have verified reincarnations, just because someone remembered a past life and interpreted it as a vision, doesn’t mean it’s true.”

He glanced around and added: “No offense to religious people, of course, just that you cannot force your beliefs on anyone else and I’m not even going to start the argument of how cruel God would be to send his saved souls back.”

People were rallying behind him as fuckface started to look more and more uncomfortable on his little box.

“I would tell you to suck my dick, but alas I have standards.” Alex said, “Now, if you excuse me, you can shove your backwards and ignorant ideals up your ass and pray for forgiveness, since you are not really loving your neighbor as thyself.”

And with that he marched away, not caring that the guy was getting mobbed by the fired up bystanders.

He didn’t get far though, before he was stopped. A friendly freckled face smiled: “Hey man, I really appreciate that, I was about to give him a meeting with my fist, but perhaps better that I didn’t. Sorry, I’m Jonathan Lawson, call me John.”

Alex smiled back, mentally cursing himself for being caught unaware, as he replied: “Alex Hambleton, pleasure.”

Johns eyes grew wide and this was exactly what he had wanted to avoid. Trying to save himself the lie, he asked: “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”

“No, sorry, just a familiar name.” John smiled back sadly, excitement falling of his face.

“Ah, I got that before, always awkward.” Alex assured him, “I was on my way to the library.”

“Hey, me as well, I was meeting two friends there, I’m probably late.” John answered, “Here, I’ll walk with you.”

“Sorry for holding you.” Alex said, starting to walk.

“Nah, don’t worry, if you hadn’t shown up I would have fought the guy and I would have been even later.” John grinned and, by god, Alex had missed that smile, “You being there will be the best explanation anyway.”

“Glad to be of service.” Alex grinned back, a pang in his heart that he couldn't hug his Laurens.

Alex had been right that Herc and Laf would be the people waiting for John. Their eyes widened when they came into view and Alex pretended he didn’t see the small shake of the head John gave them and how sad they looked afterwards.

Instead he smiled and stuck out his hand as he introduced himself: “Alex, nice to meet ya. I am here to verify that John has a valid excuse for being late.”

And that was Johns cue to jump in: “Yes, you see there was this asshole, and when I say asshole I mean asshole.”

“Homophobic asshole.” Alex added for him.

John nodded: “And you know me, I wasn’t about to let that slide, but then before I could punch him Alex here jumped in and he verbally ripped him apart, which was glorious and probably better since now I’m not bleeding or at a police station and somewhat semi-on time.”

Lafayette and Herc looked back and forth between them, then Herc sighed and said: “Of fucking course, anyway I am Hercules, but call me Herc.”

“And I am Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de Marquis de La Fayette, but everyone just calls me Lafayette or Laf.” Laf grinned, shaking Alexs hand excitedly.

“It’s a pleasure.” it hurt Alex to let go of Lafs hand after that.

“So are you a reincarnate?” Laf asked.

Alex forced himself to look surprised and scandalized. To ask about someones past life was similar to asking ones sexual orientation, it wasn’t that weird, but also not really a socially accepted thing to do.

“Oh, desolé, I forget you Americans don’t ask that.” Lafayette smiled innocently, but Alex had known the other long enough not to trust it.

“No problem, but no, not as far as I am aware.” he lied smoothly, feeling slightly bad at their crestfallen expressions, “But you’re French? Je parle français!”

Lafs eyes lit up as he spouted it in quick French: “Quelqu'un d'autre qui parle la plus belle langue du monde! ”

“Je dois dire que j'aime beaucoup ça, oui.” Alex grinned.

“Hey, no excluding.” John pouted.

“Don’t you speak French too, John?” Herc asked.

“I used to, but I forgot.” John grimaced.

“Anyway, as fun as this is, I still have an essay to finish and a few sources to find.” Alex changed the subject. It was fun to see his friends, but it hurt that it couldn't stay like this and every moment was a moment he could slip up.

“Same, here I’ll come with you.” John offered, “We were planning on studying already. One more person at the table won’t hurt.”

Alex hesitated, then gave in.

One day wouldn’t hurt, right?

Wrong.

One day turned into two, turned into a week and before he knew it he had befriended all three of them to the point of no return.

He wasn’t complaining, because being here with his friends, alive and in the flesh, was amazing, but it got increasingly harder not to join in whenever they made references or jokes only past him would have gotten.

Naturally he pouted about exclusion and Lafayette would give him a kiss on the cheek as he apologized and changed topics, never explaining.

It was good, especially when they found out they all took American History together next semester, which was given by Professor Washburn. Not hard to figure out who that would be, given, well given everything so far.

They were all excited of course, but Alex was more nervous than anything. Would he be able to keep his mouth shut when faced with Washington?

Seemingly he was not the only one who had put together who their teacher was. When he entered the room with John and Laf both gave the man a lazy salute while Herc nodded at him, Alex settled on looking confused hoping to avoid any conversation.

Washingtons eyes widened and John said: “Hey, Alex, save me a seat, I wanna talk to the prof for a sec.”

“Yeah, me too.” Laf added.

Herc and Alex didn’t ask questions, just waved them off. Alex watched closely as his two friends greeted Washington. The man grinned broadly and he clasped both on their shoulders, sending a pang of longing and jealousy through Alex, before it was replaced by fear as Washington gestured over to him.

Lafayette and John shook their head sadly and said something to Washington that Alex couldn't make out as Washington nodded in reply, a small sad frown on his face.

The three said their goodbyes, before Laf and John made their way back. Alex couldn't help, but ask: “So, what was that about?”

“Oh, nothing much really.” John tried to avoid the topic.

“Why did you point at me?” Alex asked, god why did he always have to know everything? Make sure everything was going as planned?

“Because.” John answered.

“That’s not really a reason honestly.” Alex told him.

“Just let it go, alright?” John said.

“Laf?” Alex turned to the Frenchman.

Laf in turn shrugged: “It’s a past life thing, mon ami, we knew him. He thought he recognized you, but we explained, so that it wouldn’t be awkward.”

“Ah, thank you.” Alex said, curiosity sated and suspicions confirmed, “Why was that so hard to say?”

John threw his hands up in the air and snapped: “Because you are really similar to someone we knew and it still kinda sucks that you either aren’t him or aren’t remembering.”

Then he got up and sat somewhere else, the pit of guilt already forming in Alex stomach, he just had to keep fucking up, didn’t he?

Herc noticed and tried to comfort him: “Don’t take it to personally, Alex. You’re still great and we’re glad we know you. John was just close with the other Alex, well, Alexander.”

It didn’t really help and Alex just nodded, deciding to just keep his head down for now, not wanting more attention then necessary right now. Especially knowing who was standing in front of the board.

Of course the intention of keeping his head down did not last long and before he was really aware of what he was doing, he was ripping into this kid, Chris something or whatever. It didn’t matter, he was dumb and his opinions were shit, and Alex was letting him know.

“How on earth can you think that General Gates would have been a better leader for the Revolution instead of, oh, I don’t know, the Father of Founding Fathers, General and President Washington, who lead the American troops to victory?” he argued angrily.

“Washington took unnecessary risks and suffered many humiliating defeats that General Gates could have prevented.” the other kid sniffed.

“Those risks, as you like to call them, paid off.” Alex spat, “You’re sitting here because of them, deserving or not, and I suggest you pay better attention so you can realize how absurdly wrong you are.”

It looked like the kid was going to say something else, but before he could, John had stood up and threatened: “If you don’t keep your fucking mouth shut, it will meet my fist. Don’t test me.”

“Mr.-” Washington began.

“Lawson, sir.” John supplied

“Mr. Lawson, as much as I can appreciate discussions, I have to ask you keep the violence to yourself since it will not be condoled in this classroom.” Washington said.

John sat down, but he’d kept glaring at the Chris kid for the rest of the lecture. Though he seemed to have cooled down at the end and less angry at Alex since he joined them again while walking out of class.

“Hey, sorry for overstepping earlier.” Alex told him, just in case.

“It’s alright, just fresh wounds, I shouldn’t have snapped at you.” John replied, he’s always had a big heart, “Besides, you made it up by fucking up that stupid Charles kid.”

“Charles? I thought he was named Chris.” Alex said, putting together why the argument had felt familiar, and getting a few snorts.

“You got really into that debate.” Lafayette said, a silent push to explain hung unsaid in the air.

Alex shrugged: “I’m an immigrant, I tried my whole life to get onto American soil, read all about the history and it irks me that privileged fucks like that don’t realize how fucking lucky they are to be born here. I know the Founding Fathers did some fucked up shit, of course, but, I don’t know, it’s hard to explain.”

“Nah, I get it.” John slung an arm around his shoulders and pulled him a side hug. Alex went willingly, the novelty at being allowed to do this was still amazing.

They talked some more as they walked when a black girl in a mellow pink top stalked her way over to them. Herc asked: “What the hell did you all do to piss her off.”

“Hey, I did nothing!” John exclaimed offended.

Lafayette looked scared, but turned up his sweetest smile as he asked the girl: “Hello, mademoiselle, what can we do for you?”

“I’m hosting a party, you’re invited.” she told them, “All of you. I’m Angie.” then she rattled off an address and a date, “Don’t miss it.”

“Wouldn’t dream off it.” Laf managed before she was gone.

The four of them shared a look and Alex said: “Was it just me or was that weird.”

He looked to the girls retreating back and saw her meet up with two other girls. One of them had wide eyes as she said something to Angie, then looked their way, blushing when she locked eyes with Alexander.

“No, that was definitely weird.” Herc assured him, snapping him back to the conversation.

“But it’s a party.” John cheered, “We have to go, I missed parties over the winter break, god the Christmas Galas were not something I looked forward to, but this will be fun.”

“Christmas Galas?” Alex raised a brow as a shit-eating grin crept onto his face.

John pushed him away with a fuck off and Alex silently mourned the presence of a warm arm over his shoulders as he tried to focus on John telling him about his father who was a Senator in South Carolina.

They laughed at John for a moment, before Alex mused: “You think it would be okay to drag my roommate with me? He never does anything fun, I want him to loose the stick that crawled up his ass.”

“Just take him.” Herc said.

“Yeah, what’s the worst that can happen?” Laf added.

Alex grinned and said: “You don’t want me to answer that. I am a chronic over-thinker with a tendency for the negative.”

“Try me.” Lafayette challenged.

“Well at this rate he murdered her previous lover, probably, and she kills him in return, she seems severe enough to pull it off and then I was there and I get charged just for being an accessory and my visa gets revoked and I get deported.” Alex theorized, taking small joys in bouncing off the truth for Aaron, though he had not realized how close to the truth he was for their invitee.

John laughed and ruffled his hair: “You’re a tiny idiot.”

“Like you’re one to talk. You’re hardly taller than me.” Alex pouted, his new life had not granted him more height sadly while it seemed that everyone elses had.

They traded more jabs as they walked before they had to split up for their dorms. He threw open the door and greeted Aaron, who startled violently at the noise, with a: “I have been invited to a party and you are going. I cannot let you die of being a boring nerd.”

“Alexander, do you want me to remind you of how much time you spend on your own studies?” Aaron asked, he had grown less skittish around him through time, especially when Alex showed no signs of remembering.

“Yeah, but I don’t have a stick up my ass.” Alex whined, “Come on, Aaron, please. Just for once in your life do something other than being the prime student who has no opinions.”

He watched as emotions warred on Aarons face. It was a low blow to call upon his last life while the other couldn't bring it up, an ultimate guilt trip.

“Alright.” but it worked.

Alex cheered and told him that it was that weekend, before plopping down at his desk and starting up his laptop, planning to finish the essay Washington had assigned for the end of the month, three weeks away.

~~~~~~

Sorry for my Google Translate French, I gave up on learning the language when I was twelve. The convo was this:

A: “I speak French!”

L: “Someone else who speaks the most beautiful language in the world!”

A: “I must say I’m quite fond of it, yes.”

#RR writing #hamilton #hamilton the musical #Hamitlon AU #alexander hamilton #lafayette #marquis de lafayette #hercules mulligan #john laurens #angelica schuyler #Aaron Burr #george washington #charles lee #samuel seabury #tw: mild homophobia #I Wrote My Own Deliverance #I Wrote My Own Deliverance Chapter 2

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meganshinsou-tm · 5 years ago

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Shared Walls. (m)

↳ chapter four: deal

❧ genre: pro-hero shouto, coworkers to lovers, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: none

[multi-chap masterlist] [previous chapter - next chapter]

Shouto walked into the locker room and removed his vest and belt as he let a heavy breath leave his chest, he was tired and beat from the long day of work. He also felt horrible that he wasn't able to come in for lunch like he stated he would, feeling like he may have disappointed you. Upon opening his work locker an envelope fell from inside of the door. The hero quirked a red brow and bent down to pick it up, on the front his name was written in what looked like perfect script, he instantly recognized it as your handwriting.

Hey RokiRoki! Just felt like leaving you a note since I didn't see you at lunch and I won't see you again till Monday, so you owe me a lunch date next week! I hope you arrived back safely, if not then I guess this letter is pointless huh? Sorry, that got dark. You know what, text me so I know you did find this or I'm going to be paranoid all weekend!

P.S. – I met your father, he's really "chill"!

Todoroki chuckled quietly as he scanned the letter further and saw your phone number written down, he folded the paper and stuck it in his bag and continued to dress out of his hero costume. Footsteps were heard walking in and he turned to look and see one of his coworkers.

"Oh hey Shouto, your father is back. He wants you to come to his office when you're done."

A few minutes later Todoroki made his way to Enji’s office and knocked on the door, he was answered with a greeting to enter and did so.

"Shouto, it's nice to see you. How was the city today?"

The half and half male sat in the chair before Enji and went over how his day went, the two caught up about what all had happened since Endeavor had left and Todoroki informed him of anything that was detrimental for his father to know. Enji seemed pleased with how his son handled his agency over the past week, "I'm proud of you Shouto, thank you for stepping up for me when I couldn't be here. You'll make a great successor when my time is up."

The two sat a few more minutes and talked. Shouto stood and was getting ready to leave, he was exhausted and his father being back meant he had the weekend off so he was more than excited to spend it at home doing nothing.

"By the way, I met that girl. She's rather humorous. I can see why you like her so much already."

Todoroki grunted at his fathers words and he wanted to retaliate but the man only spoke the truth. Since the day he interviewed you, he was enamored. Remembering the letter in his bag Shouto asked if he was needed any further before taking off, his father shook his head and bid him a good weekend. Todoroki made his way onto the train and dug in his bag, immediately tapping away on his phone.

"Girl, you're telling me all that sexual tension and neither one of you went for a damn kiss?"

Haru's disappointment could be heard through the phone, making you giggle as you blew bubbles from your palm.

"Haru, I've only known the guy a week, wouldn't that be moving a little too fast?"

"How long has it been since you've been with a man sweetheart? A small kiss is nothing after only a few days, hell even sex is on the table now! The terms of relationships have changed!"

Sitting in the hot water you sunk down further and thought about it. You've been physically separated from your psycho ex for only a few weeks now, but you've been emotionally separated from him for what felt like a lifetime. You did like Todoroki, there was something about him that had you intrigued and wanting to know all about him. Wrapping your free arm around yourself you flashed-back to how it felt when he held you and how wonderful he smelled. Then today when he held onto you and let you touch his face, how it made your heart flutter. The whole ordeal gave you hope for something to happen, it was undeniable the way he would look at you and seeked you out on his own, not being completely dumb, it was obvious the man liked you.

A smile crossed your face as you hoped he would take the hint in the letter you left and text you, that was at least the first step!

"Hello? I mean, don't you ever think about what he looks like naked? That beautiful pale skin and the ripped body he must have! And that quirk, imagine how kinky he must be, because I know without a doubt Shouto Todoroki has to be a freak in the sheets!"

You burst into a fit of laughter, shamelessly continuing on the interesting topic of how sex with your somewhat boss might be like, until a ping sounded in your speaker.

"Hold on a sec Haru, I think I just got a text!"

➥ Unknown #: Why does my father find you humorous?

"Oh my god, it's Shouto," you squealed into the phone. A gasp was heard on the other end and Haru offered to let you be, demanding he be given details ASAP.

➥ You: I take it you returned back to the office in one piece?

➥ RokiRoki: If I didn't, you wouldn't be getting this message right?

Smartass. Stupid handsome smartass.

➥ You: You got me there RokiRoki. Enji didn't tell you what he returned to?

➥ RokiRoki: No, he only told me that you were humorous and that he liked you. What did you do to him?

➥ You: Nothing, I swear, if anything he came in at the worst possible time! )':

➥ RokiRoki: WHAT HAPPENED?

➥ You: I'll make you a deal, take me out to lunch tomorrow and I'll tell you (:

➥ RokiRoki: Deal! I'll pick you up at 10am!

➥ You: I can't wait! See you then handsome! ^_^

Shouto smiled and laid his phone on the table by his bed before going to take a bath, as he lowered into the tub and laid back his fingers brushed his own cheek where your hands once were. It felt like his skin was tingling from the feeling of your own contacting with his. It took great restraint for him to not kiss you then, those (e/c) hues were so intoxicating and your lips looked like they would taste so sweet.

If his own father could realize that he was starting to fall for you, who was he to deny his desires anymore. Shouto usually was a man who went for what he wanted, you were a person though, not property that he could just take ... but god did he want to take you and all for himself. Shouto saw how the men around the office drooled over you but you were completely oblivious, which was somewhat comforting to him. If he had any chance with you, he needed to take it and tomorrow would be the perfect start!

"Baby, I met you in downtown Chicago but I, I had to drive away the very next day. So I, flew your pretty ass to New York City then I, I left you in L.A."

Shouto smiled at the sound of a familiar soft voice drifting through his bathroom, it had been a few days since he heard it and it was a welcomed sound. The voice also reminded him that he really needed to introduce himself to whoever lived on the other side of the wall, he could only imagine how rude the person must've thought he was. With a sigh, Shouto relaxed and laid back, as he listened closely the voice started to sound more and more familiar, with the notes it would hit though it was hard for him to place a face to it. One face did come to mind though, but maybe just because he thought of it so much.

Nah, there's no way.

"Was it love or my fantasy? Was it real or just a dream? Was it love or my fantasy? Was it real?"

You were already wide awake at eight in the morning, taking a shower and making sure you cleaned and shaved every nook and cranny you could think of, just in case something were to happen - you never know right? You hadn't been on a date in so long, so you kind of didn't know what to expect.

You made sure to pick the cutest outfit you could, going through at least five different ones. It was funny how you felt like some school girl going out for the first time. You wondered if anything would happen, like maybe a kiss. Most importantly though, you wondered where he was taking you, because if he had terrible tastes in food, then you weren't sure if this whole (Y/N)-Todoroki ship would sail.

"Okay, maybe I should text him my address just in case it's a ways from here." Just as the thought left your mind, your cell pinged from a text.

➥ RokiRoki: I need your address, I'm about to head out.

You smiled at the fact that Shouto texted you just as you were about to text him, maybe Haru was right about the two of you being star crossed lovers. After texting your address, you huffed and looked at yourself in the mirror. Even though the weather was getting chilly you still tried to show as much skin as you could with a pair of high waisted shorts and a fall of the shoulder slouchy sweater. You looked cute and sweet, with just the right amount of flesh showing that was sure to make him melt ... well maybe. A funny thought crossed your mind, about how if it got too cold maybe you could use the hero as a personal heater.

A hesitant knock suddenly came at your door, making you jump as it interrupted your scheming. You looked at your phone and made a confused face. It hadn’t been long since you texted Shouto, so there was no way it could be him.

Racking your brain for who it could possibly be, you came up with nothing, maybe it was the mail?

The knock came again making you jump and walk towards the door telling the person to calm down. Your fingers brushed a lock of hair behind your ear as you opened the door and looked at the person who stood before you.

"Shouto?"

#shared walls #shouto todoroki #shouto todoroki x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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fieldfullofbangtan · 6 years ago

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bts reaction: finding their innocent friends condoms

↳ waow thank you lovely human. Hope this is ok! ♡♡

(also i think ill have the time to make another reaction tomorrow so look out for that!)

Seokjin

- NONONONONONONNO

He would be so confused and shocked and surprised and question his entire life. You were the last person he’d expect to have a pretty large collection of condoms. You squirmed every time the subject of sex came up and acted like you knew nothing.

- (Y/N) WHAT IS THIS.

- Better safe than sorry.

- WH- WHAT?!

Namjoon

Suddenly way too curious about your love life. Almost a little invasive. He would be so intrigued because you never seemed like the sexually active type. His main goal would be to find out who the lucky person you were messing around with was.

- HEEY WASSSAP?

- Joon?! You can’t just burst into my apartment like that!

- Are you alone? Oh... I thought-... Nothing.

lil creep

Yoongi

Being the super protective brother-like best friend he would be kind of salty, wondering if the person you were seeing was good enough for you. Also he would be a little peeved that you didn’t tell him about your... love life.

- So who is he?

- I’m not telling you Yoongi.

- What? Why?

- Because you’ll talk to him and scare him off!

- *gif* Ok if I promise that I won’t, can I meet him?

Hoseok

He would be digging in your drawers to retrieve a shirt you stole from him when he found a pack of magnums. Not knowing wtf to say he would just slowly turn around and show it to Namjoon. The little devil on his shoulder would tell him to yell for everyone to come over so he can hype this up but thankfully Joon was there to reason with him.

- Is this what I think it is?

- Hoseok... you better keep quiet.

- Are you kidding? This is huge, we’ve gotta tell the others!

- Yea they are huge but she obviously hid them for a reason! Now put them back you imbecile.

did everyone get that lol im dying im so fkn funny

Jimin

Perv-mode activated!

He would not let that shit go. This boi would follow you around asking you about favorite positions, weirdest places etc. and he would not let up until he got an answer. He would probably want to know so much because he’d never had a girl to talk about this stuff with before.

- Pleaaaase tell me? I’ll tell you mine!

- Ok fine I’ll tell you. But only if you tell me yours first.

- Hmm... deal. My weirdest place is... probably a public restroom.

- Ew Jimin that’s nasty.

- Your turn!

- Nope.

- eXSCuse mE?

Taehyung

When dinner was finished you pulled out a pack of gum from your purse and didn’t realize the condom stuck to the back of it. Taehyung saw it and it took him a solid minute to process what it actually was. He didn’t know how to bring it up but damn did he want to question you about it, hoping for a “wow i didn’t even know that was in there woopsi!”. When the bill was paid he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

- SO Whos the guy your DOING IT WITH HUH?

- what?

- I mean... I’m sorry I saw that you had condoms in your bag.

- Tae. First of all, it’s just one condom, not condoms. Second, it’s just in case, theres no guy and theres no “doing it.”. But now I know not to tell you in the future.

- Phew, I freaked out there for a sec- wait nonono you HAVE to tell me!!!!

Jungkook

He would blackmail you so hard. He was snooping in your room when he found the pretty decent amout of condoms you had in your nightstand. His first thought would be to tease the shit out of you. But that slowly changed when he realized this was perfect blackmail material. It was near impossible for him to buy his own condoms, in fear of getting noticed by the public, and also he was too shy to ask his hyungs, so this was perfect.

- Hey (Y/N). I found your little stash.

- Excuse me?

- Look. This can either go smoothly without anybody finding out or I will blast the fact that you have condoms in the groupchat.

- *dramatic gasph* What do you want?

- I get to take some whenever I need to.

- Fine.

- And next time you get to pick what we eat for dinner, you pick pizza.

- You monster... fine.

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someguy1023 · 5 years ago

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Something I realized since Holly’s Thread came out, and its relation to Heidi’s tweets

(tldr, because people probably don’t/aren’t gonna want to read this all the way; I realized its possible Jared was lying to Holly (and his friends) about Heidi, manipulating them and leading to this complicated mess. This whole thing compares what both Heidi and Holly said, what was confirmed and denied, calls out parts of Holly’s thread, and is basically connecting some dots that I’m probably just imagining. I have no defense for Jared, and Holly isn’t completely innocent in all this, but based on the facts given, it’s possible theres more to her story than simply “i’m gonna divorce my husband and go against everything I showed I stand for” like everyone wants to believe.)

Okay so lets get this sorted first; I admit that I was a huge fan of Holly before all this. Ever since Heroes of Cosplay, I looked up to her and think that she played a major role in making me a much better person. I am extremely heartbroken and disappointed by her actions.

The reason I mention this is because I’m sure some will accuse me of being biased, completely one-sided in what I want to say. And while I promise I’m trying to stay 100% to remain neutral, I’m sorry if I come across otherwise. Feel free to call me out if need be. But don’t pull the whole “youre pathetic and should die” thing with it like some others are doing please, a simple “this part sounds a bit biased to me and i have a problem with it” is fine.

So. Let’s talk about what Holly said. (I assume most of you are up to date with this, so I don’t want to waste any time or bore you) Holly metioned in her thread that Heidi has shown abusive behavior towards Jared, and had screenshots of texts Heidi and Jared had talking to each other that relates to the whole affair thing. Heidi mentioned they were true, but were out of context, and said that Holly purposefully showed them that way.

...I’m sure some of you are ahead of me, but I’ll still gonna mention it because it plays into my “epiphany”; Holly got the screenshots FROM Jared.

Now, before going more into this, I want to mention that yes, it’s entirely possible that she recieved the screenshots from Jared after the news broke, so obviously, I want you all of this to take this with a grain of salt, and admit that at the time of typing this, we don’t have all the facts, so its pretty much a theory.

(Small correction; considering Holly was in the hospital for her mental health, and people have pointed out phones aren’t allowed, it seems more likely she couldnt have gotten these after Heidi’s announcement. I know people are accusing her of lying about that, but a few of Holly’s friends confirmed they visited her, so I want to give them the benefit of the doubt on that. Also, for people saying the Keemstar artwork picture proves she had her phone, which isn’t allowed for those in the mental health ward, I’m pretty sure she took it after she got out. I know, it probably sounds hypocritical considering what I said a moment ago, but, like i said, grain of salt.)

Heidi had mentioned Day 1 (i believe) that texts from Holly talked about her very negatively, speaking ill about her trying to convince Jared to leave Heidi. Granted, we don’t know when this started in context to the screenshots, especially in regards to the ones regarding DCA and her desperation, considering the timestamps weren’t included, but if we Assume (key word here) that it was after some of these were sent, it kind of makes sense. Jared showing Heidi in this light, claiming to be “scared” of her, would cause Holly’s demeanor towards her to change.

Another point I wanted to bring up is Heidi pointing out how much Jared had lied to others about his marriage. To many of his friends. She also noted that Holly was taking his word on a lot of things, as well as her, abmittably sarcastic, notion that “no, baby, i only lie to my wife, i swear.”

...well, would he?

This brings us to my realization; what shows that Jared didn’t lie to Holly about any part of his actions? Out of everything shown, outside of simply taking him at his word, do you really think he would be completely honest in this situation to Holly, but not Heidi, or his friends/fans?

There a few other things I wanted to note as well;

-Heidi had mentioned before that she put a stop to them trying to hook up while she and Jared were trying a poly relationship, insinuating she never gave permission in the first place. Holly’s text, however, show that she gave them permission, and admitted that she didn’t expect them to have sex, but didn’t seem to have a problem with it. (at least, from the texts she sent to Jared) Holly and Heidi both confirmed in their tweets and the screenshots that, at least at the time that happened, they didn’t have sex and went walking together. I’m not saying this to call Heidi a liar by any means, as the screenshots could have deliberately showed it like that as i mentioned before, and yes, Heidi did change her mind, its simply something I noted.

(Addition; I looked at the screenshots Heidi sent out, and noticed something else. Heidi said that Jared and Holly weren’t being transparent with her, and called it off a short time after Jared and Holly talked. However, and I’m a bit confused by it, it was seemingly due to Jared not texting her back while they were walking. She even told Holly she understood that they didn’t have their phones when they talked. So...was that the reason she called it off? I do want to say, poly relationships can be called off whenever the other person wants to, and she was perfectly allowed to change her mind. It just seems weird that was the turning point. I don’t know, maybe I’m letting my personal opinion leak out, I’m sorry.)

(Addition pt. 2; This had cross my mind when reading this over and realized I never brought up Heidi/Jared’s conversation about Heidi’s other partner when they were poly. Heidi had noted she called it off when she realized she wanted to go back to Monogamy. But, did Holly know that? I doubt Heidi would share that with Holly, and considering Jared’s behavior, I don’t think he would share this with Holly. As I noted, we don’t know when these texts were sent/screenshotted, and, while I admit this could be another stretch, Jared could’ve sent that to Holly to paint Heidi as a hypocrite, seemingly continuing to be poly.)

-Heidi and Holly also confirmed that Holly apologized profusely to Heidi in those same texts with each other, so we can prove that it was true in some way or form. I would also say that Heidi calling Holly also checks out, as it was related to that event, and Heidi said it was true. (I’ll get back to that in a sec)

-While I do want to talk about this more seperately, I also want to talk about the situation with Ross during all this, as many still think Holly and Jared were having sex behind his back. Holly said that they had talked about their feelings in January/Febuary 2018, which Heidi confirmed in her response. Heidi also said that Holly and Jared weren’t together (at least) sexually until October the same year, a month after their divorce. Again, this is a can of worms I want to open seperate from this, but I wanted to at least clear the air that based on the evidence and confirmation provided, no, Holly was not fucking Jared while she was still married to Ross.

(Addition; More tweets have come out recently with Holly saying that she was transparent with Ross about this situation up until their divorce, and that she did not cheat on him during their time together. Obviously, there’s no way to confirm or deny this as Ross said he wanted to be kept out of this, which Holly also noted and said she intended to respect. I simply wanted to include this both to update this, and to keep others in the loop who were uninformed of this.)

(Addition pt. 2; It seems the tweet about Ross has been deleted for unknown reasons. Many say they think it’s a lie, and some have begun to harass Ross with it. Ross skips on streaming possibly due to this. On that note; can you guys who keep harassing everyone just fucking stop? He’s not gonna answer, so stop harassing everyone he replies to thinking he’s gonna answer you.)

-I also want to add, after looking through Heidi’s tweets again, that Holly apparently wasn’t the only one he was having sex with. According to Heidi, he was also having sex with other fans while he was married. When this took place isn’t clear, as well as if Holly knew or not. I’m not sure what to make of it, but I personally doubt Jared would share such facts with her or Heidi. I’m not sure, though, not unless/until more evidence comes forth.

Alright, now to move on to the flaws in Holly’s thread that should be pointed out. I said I wasn’t going to be biased, and I intend to keep my word;

(Okay, I already said this seperately, but it seems like a lot of people, including myself, misread it. It wa/ literally phrased “Why would Heidi go back To Jared’s House after she already moved out?” I understand the confusion, and am not defending its phrasing, but no, its not asking “Why did Heidi go back to Jared and keep their relationship going”)

-The part questioning why Heidi didn’t try to get away from Jared if she was abused was, admittedly, a Big Yikes. Needless to say, people suffering from abuse for long stretches of time can’t just do that so easily. (Being a victim of abuse from my father in many of the same ways Heidi was abused by Jared, which I’ve seeked treatment for over the last few years since his death, I know) This also brings up her follow-up comment about Jared trying to leave his relationship 4 times, as well as an intervention by his friends to convince him to leave. Until the friends in question come forward to confirm this, I’m not sure how true this may be. Also, Heidi had pointed out that she had legally acquired the pictures and texts Holly said she aquired illegally, as well as dismissing Holly’s claim that she broke in to the house they shared together and stole Jared’s play button, which she provided a shot from Facebook to support (more on that later.) Obviously, I’m not an expert on law, so I can’t really comment on this.

(Note; I read over those tweets again, and realized the phrasing is what made it so weird? kinda? Basically, in the second tweet, it looks like she was trying to say “why would Heidi go back to the house if she already moved out?” which makes more sense. I don’t know, its not so much as cancelling what she said, moreso my own realization about what was meant vs what people took away.)

-Speaking of Heidi’s call, I want to bring up the biggest contradiction; Holly texting Jared afterwards. Yes, that does sound very odd, as Heidi had called From Jared’s phone. Many people point this out as a major lie, and I can understand why. However, while this is the Biggest Stretch in my whole throught process, I have considered the possibility that she texted his other phone (i.e. his old phone, though some have noted that old phones don’t have numbers anymore. This is true, but depending on if it was a trade in/upgrade, the old phone can still work. I personally had that very thing happened my last upgrade, as I had bought my new phone while I still had my old one, was able to use both normally before transferring everything to the new device. I imagine that some of you will accuse me of lying on this, but I promise you I have no reason to lie about this.) Additionally, there are a number of messaging apps outside of the pre-installed texting app (Skype, Kik, Facebook Messager, etc.) Regardless, it is a very odd way to put it regardless, and I could understand that being a lie.

-Speaking of Facebook, Holly’s use of Heidi’s private account to support her claims is a bit sketchy. Heidi has said these were said as a joke, and that they were used to further villify her in Holly’s attempt to gaslight others to take her side. I admit that this is possible, and that use of her private account as ammo is a poor move. However, that being said, I do feel that some of them, mainly those related to the Play Button and Perez Hilton are phrased a bit sketchily, both in and out of context. (Though as I mentioned, Heidi claimed them as using humor to heal, which I understand.)

-A minor note, but I also agree that while she claimed not trying to spread hate or be used to bully either Heidi or Jared, Holly definitely didn’t seem to keep to that in tone. While it started out that way, and I want to believe she was truthful about that attempt, it definitely went in a harsher tone as it went on. So, yeah, you dropped the ball on that, Ms. Conrad.

-Another minor note, but I do find it odd that no one has said when the screenshots about DCA and Heidi becoming desperate were taken. I’m primarily talking about Holly, but Heidi hasn’t clarified when they took place, either. This isn’t an attack on Heidi, she’s not obligated to fill in that blank for us. It’s a bit odd, though.

-Finally, I’m not totally sold on the “revenge plot” thing. Heidi had mentioned before and in response to Holly that she had nothing to gain from the whole thing, as she claimed that Jared had tried to use his money for her to keep quiet. So I’m not clear on how such a scandal would benefit her outside of popularity. (Which the Facebook posts whose phrasing I had mentioned having a problem with both held a common theme of, mentioning the various articles about her and her cosplays, as well as her comment about Perez Hilton)

I do want to mention as well, mainly because someone else had pointed it out, that there was a 30+ hour difference between her Facebook post announcing her divorce and Jared’s statement on Twitter, as well as Heidi’s reveal that it was Holly he had been cheating on her with. On the other hand, Heidi also noted that she posted it in an environment of people close to her to vent the pain she had been dealing with, while Jared’s statement was in a public form, allowing him to potentially twist the facts to people who wouldn’t know better, which makes sense. Similarly to the text messages about the walk Holly and Jared took, it’s something I wanted to note.

This brings us to my last point, and arguably the most important one; Jared’s solicitation of and sending to nudes from fans, as well as his former Tumblr account.

Many have pointed out that Holly never really talked about them during her thread. On this, I disagree. Near the beginning of her thread, before mentioning what happened in February, she noted her disapproval of influencers and celebrity soliciting fans in any sort of way, noting it as an abuse of power, and that no one should do such a thing. She also went on to note that Jared had made poor decisions in that regard. Holly also said that she supposedly had proof that Jared had consent from the fans involved, as well as their age being legal. I’m willing to say, this doesn’t really prove Jared’s innocence in that regard, as he could have easily lied about such facts or omitted details proving otherwise. She also went on to mention that posting such photos without the consent of those involved is considered “revenge porn” and is illegal in most of the US, including a list of said states and the facts about the law in each state (minimum sentancing. I understand and agree that this could be considered a blanket statement or too light of a stance, but I believe that this was her way of acknowledging and disapproving of Jared’s actions. However, Holly also claimed that she can’t legally go more depth into it based on the legal ramifications of the claims, while Heidi noted that while there are legal things related to the subject, she noted that there wasn’t really anything stopping Holly from talking about it further outside of, what she believes, is advice given to her from Jared. At the time, I cannot find there’s anything that proves or deny this, so if anyone can add on to this, feel free to do so. There is also no current evidence that either Holly and Jared are still together and/or still talking.

So what does this all mean?

...honestly, I don’t know. Maybe I have a point, maybe I’m pulling off the greatest ventriloquist act and talking right out my ass. As I said before, there is the chance that I unintentionally looked over or forgot something. I’m more than willing to be corrected. Personally, this whole thing has been heartbreaking, confusing, and just an all around shitshow.

Holly put it best; “People can lie on the internet, and omit information.” As outsiders, we have no real way of knowing how much of the truth is being shared with us from anyone, though that shouldn’t mean we should immediately dismiss Heidi’s word on the matter. Until something else comes to light, whether it’s the truth or otherwise, she’s still the victim in all this, and we should stand by her side to help her. It’s the right thing to do.

All I wanted to do is point out here was a possibility that Jared lied to Holly as well, or at least tried framed Heidi as the villain before all this started. Maybe a stretch, sure, but in context with everything said, with all the facts we have, it’s still in the realm of possibility, at least a little.

So I guess the only real moral of the story is; regardless of what the truth is, Jared is still a lying scummy douchebag who I have no sympathy for :]

(If anyone wants to add, question, or call out something I said/mentioned, feel free to send me an ask so i can reply directly and correct myself. I want the truth, not personal opinions or emotions, to come to light. Additionally, while I didn’t mention it previously, for those curious on why I didn’t simply ask Heidi or Holly about all this, it comes down to two reasons; 1. the possible opportunity to openly lie without the other knowing and present it as fact, and 2. mainly due to Heidi’s insistence that she wants to move on from Jared and all the drama, wanting to heal and start her life anew. The worse thing to do right now would be to keep pulling her back in after her vocal desire to do otherwise.)

#heidi o'ferrall #atelierheidi #jared knabenbauer #projared #holly conrad #commander holly #heidi o'farrell #projared scandal #ross o’donovan #rubberninja #rubberross

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autodiscothings · 5 years ago

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The hollow heart outline that I can’t replicate on my phone for Kolyat and Oriana.

Ship Asks:

Anon, @ferociousqueak and @kxnways: putting everything you’ve asked in one post to keep it tidy, since it’s all about Kol and Ori and their dynamic.

(Some answers are NSFW, just a heads up.)

♡: who is the bigger romantic openly? Secretly?

Neither, to be honest- their romance seems very understated and even incompatible on the outside, but there is a strong devotion there.

I remember I filled in their ‘love language’ quiz awhile back, and it still applies. Oriana’s is Acts of Service, which sounds terribly demanding but boils down to: “actions speak louder than words.”

She might have told him she loved him first, but Ori already knew Kolyat’s feelings. He expressed them in his own quiet way: folding her clothes, making dinner, tucking her hair back, picking up the juice she likes without prompting, helping her with her Gala prep, etc. Small things done often without being asked.

Kolyat is Quality Time: his romance and love is a secret, precious thing he is reluctant to share with the rest of the universe. He wants dedicated time with Ori without distractions; just her and him (and the cat) safe in the quiet space of his apartment.

It’s why I paint them a lot in it, really. Writing them talking is annoying interesting as the truth only comes out when the pair of them are alone and away from the view of others, but there’s only so much pillowtalk I can write…

2. Who’s the one to send the other “I love my gf/bf” memes

Neither! Ori sends the 2190s equivalent of bored Snapchat selfies, which she has to send by email as Kolyat refuses to have the app installed on his omni-tool.

I painted this with that in mind:

Kolyat will sometimes open them at work, if he has time.

7. Is their friends/family supportive

Eventually for both. Miranda is perplexed why an asocial C-Sec detective whose dad (“a strange man”) she worked with does it for her sister, but once she understands they’re quietly devoted to each other, is happy for them. I still think she checked into Kol’s history though, read all his files and reports. She’s a good info-broker!

Kolyat hardly speaks to his aunts and uncles back on Kahje, but they knew he would end up with an alien. “At least it isn’t an asari” was the slightly racist answer when he eventually explains his choice of life partner.

Introducing Oriana to the C-Sec squad is something I’ve yet to write but happens in Sirens & Selkies, and goes about as well as expected when you’re introducing your girlfriend to Bats T’Lori…

8. How does one comfort the other when the other is in distress/having a panic attack/crying

WIP relevant, I’ve written a few scenes of this. Ori’s panic attacks are restrictive to her, and she doesn’t want to be touched:

She flinched just enough for me to get the hint and leave her alone. All I could see was her profile when I moved away, a strange blossom of red across the dip of her throat where her frill would start if she was drell.

I didn’t know if it was a souvenir from our previous good night, or the result of the rising sea of her anxiety. “It’s noise from construction,” I said, unsure what to do. “Controlled explosions.”

She was staring at nothing again, but there was only so much I could do. Fish was still missing; I checked under the bed. the only spot I could think of. A pitiful yowl came from the darkness, to my relief.

Ori needs a private space to deal with it before she can face him, the bathroom is a favourite, In turn she is the: “I will help find an answer” practical sort of comfort when he is dealing with things, and will give a list of solutions.

She’s a listener and very empathetic of course, but there’s a sense she has try to help fix something- this can chafe, as Kolyat can be stubborn.

9. Which one dissociates

Kolyat, for obvious memory recollection reasons, and he’ll get a gentle chin poke if she wants his attention. Ori knows when he’s lost in them now, but sometimes she gets it wrong. He could be thinking about the burrito vending machine and she’ll still ask if he’s okay; Kolyat can look pensive even when he’s content.

10. Which one stares at the other’s booty like “damn” and how does the other react when catching them

Kolyat, but I write through his eyes- but Ori can be forward too. Again, WIP relevant:

We were past the point of no return, but I still tried to sooth over the cracks. “A priest can look at the sea, you know. Sometimes I look twice to remember.”

The idiom confused her, a rarity. “You’re not as subtle as you think with that. I catch you staring at odd things, but I suppose you would.”

Ori tugged at her shirt to reveal a shoulder, a bare collarbone on show. She did it to make a point, but like I fool I proved it for her. “Maybe I want you to notice that I am looking,” I said, reaching for her. “Have you thought of that?”

She draped her hands over my neck, a loose grip. “But you still wait for me to make the first move,” she said, leaning closer to me. “You always do.”

I wondered if there was some truth to it, if I had fallen into an old tradition, at least for a drell. Her hands wandered down to the edge of my undersuit, fingers skirting the opening of my zipper; a woman is forward, a man waits. They were gender roles that had existed for centuries, and it annoyed me I played at them still.

14. Which one rolls over in the morning to wake up the other one just to give kiss them

Ori is the cheerful morning person! Kolyat can and will get up at ass o’clock for work, but on his days off you best believe he’s shoving the pillow over his face and cursing the Gods and what is wrong with you, it’s 6am-

21. What is their song? Like the song that gives them overwhelming feelings?

As their writer I have several, but they don’t have one- yet. Ori will remember, though. She’s a ‘soundtrack to your life’ kind of person; the sounds of Shin Akiba’s amusement arcade will remind her of their first date, the song they danced to at the C-Sec ball, etc.

28. Are either of them mentally ill, if so how do they help one another cope

Answered in 8, Ori’s anxiety is pretty bad. When I started writing them I didn’t realise just how rough she had it- Sanctuary was awful, and she was kidnapped and held there against her will for months.

Kolyat of course has his own PTSD from the war and his childhood, but despite his own issues, is oddly better at handling them- at least now, young Kolyat not so much.

The memories come, he lets them pass, then sends them on their way. The problem comes when he doesn’t do anything about them and broods (of course he broods.) Usually he’ll allow himself a Gods damn curse/woe is me, then move on to the task at hand. (Solving a case!)

Their coping mechanisms aren’t that healthy (“let’s throw ourselves at work!”) just yet, but they both agree the past does not define them- eyes forward, never back.

35. What be they kinks and do they try each other’s kinks

NSFW time! I think xenophilia is top of their kink list, but I’m so sorry, they’re very vanilla despite the alien difference.

They fuck on the regular to the point I consider using the water spray to calm them down when I put them in a room together, but it all never go past the “silk tie” stage.

Their actual kinks are:

He likes her in skirts and dresses that show of her collarbone/neck and legs, and likes it when she leaves her heels on; makes it easy for standing sex.

He likes to see her get off, and is very diligent about it before she even can return the favour. Kol will brood if she’s just along for the ride and can’t get off, a classy reaction.

She has a thing about sex outside their bedroom, and gets very handsy when drunk if she thinks no one is looking. Kolyat has to straddle the line of knowing what the Citadel public indecency laws are and thinking with his dick.

Speaking of, Kol loves head. When I write him he can be fucking blatant with this, it annoys me.

There’s a reason he’s a mess, it’s Ori’s ego. She got it into her head he was deprived of something, that drell (thanks to their throat muscles and vocal cords) were “better” than humans at the act, so she wanted to prove she was good at it too. I’ve yet to write it as that, mainly because they’re idiots who need the water spray.

Ori’s in charge of the bedroom. Their sexual dynamic usually has her define the: when, where and how. Not in the BDSM sense, but in the “I want to get off on top” sense. He in turn loves her enthusiasm and desire, all that attention on him.

They’re fucking awful at sexy space Skype, especially when Ori is working on a colony. Emails and calls without visuals are oddly better for her- she has gotten off with him recalling specific memories, for example. He appreciates the sexy selfies, and being told in very explicit terms that she wants him.

Ori goes through a stage of wanting to try things, some gets immediately vetoed by Kol. No to the handcuffs, he doesn’t want a work item associated with sex; okay fine we can try butt stuff for you, not me; I am not wearing that, Ori why-

42. How would one react if the other was to die

Tonal whiplash compared to the last question, holy shit. They grieve a long time, but I know Ori moves on eventually and remarries after his death. Kolyat takes longer to cope if she goes first, but is thankful for his children (and eventual grandchildren) to help shoulder the burden.

43. Who dies first

Kolyat, heart attack in his 90s. He dies in his garden surrounded by his cats, on the colony of their “summer” home.

44. Do they want kids

Eventually, but nowhere near the stage I’m currently writing them at. Their 20s is largely them working things out before they inflict their versions of parenting on to children.

45. How would they spend their last moments together

They would go out fighting, and try to be side by side if the Reapers returned. I am not sure what their last conversation would be, other than a frenzied comfort.

Phew, at the end! Questions taken from two places:

Send A Ship And A Heart And I’ll Tell You…

not Basic Ship Ask Games

Thank you very much for your questions.

#asks and prompts #kolyat krios #oriana lawson #shretl #kxnways #anonymous #ferocioussqueak #this took a long time to answer #aaaaaaa

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liv324 · 6 years ago

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Just My Type

It was 7:05 in the morning and I was to busy fxcking my chemistry teacher Mr.Thornhill. To notice we had 15 mins to get to school . I tried to let go from our kiss when he grabbed me by the waist and said “what’s wrong “. “It’s time to go to school jay” I got off of him and put on my clothes. You could tell he wasn’t fully satisfied especially because he didn’t came into you .. “right right” he said while putting his clothes back on and drove you guys to the back of the school where no one can see u guys together.

You guys sat in the car quietly until u pulled him into a kiss. The kiss deepened and he told you tht he wasn’t finished with you and he got out of the car and went inside the building. I sat in the car checking my phone. I got a text from my best friend Steve Harrington. “Where tf are you Evelyn “ he texted. “Wdym?” I replied. “We were suppose to meet at the dot this morning i was waiting there looking like an idiot !” He texted. I totally forgot about tht I told myself. I felt so bad ! “Omg I totally forgot Steve I’m so sorry.. stuff at home is complicated can I make it up to you ?!” You texted back. “Hmmm yes you can tonight at your house I have to study for a test and need your help” he said. You smiled at your phone and got out of the car and heading to the building.

When you walked up the steps to the door of the school you got a text and you looked at your phone and for just a quick second you ran into someone and a black case dropped and you quickly looked up. “ omg I’m so sorry!” You said and grabbed the big case and gave it back to a rlly good looking guy. “it’s fine I should’ve paid attention” he said looking at you . You couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. “I think we both weren’t paying attention” you giggled looking at him. “My name is bradley” he reached out his hand. “My name is Evelyn ” you shook his hand. He wouldn’t let go of my hand and stared at me for like 5 secs long . “Uhh sorry” he said nervously letting go his grip. “It’s fine” you smiled. “Hey would like to go to a show tht my band and I are playing at tonight at the dot?” He said confidently. “Sure what time ?” I said interested. “7 o clock.. i’d love to see you there” he said smiling. After tht little interaction I finally got to class.

My favorite class came.. Chemistry with my favorite teacher ;). I sat down in my regular seat. Mr.thornhill was looking at me seductively. We gave each other long eye contact while i was teasing him by biting my pencil until the bell rang. “Okay class so we are doing a lab so partner up and let’s get started” he said but then the door opened a familiar cute face popped out of the door. It was Bradley. “ Hi mr. Thornhill my name is Bradley I just transferred into this class cuz i had problems in my other class”. He said. “Hi Bradley welcome so just find a partner for our lab and I’ll explain what to do” jay replied . Bradley saw u and caught each other attention. “ Evelyn right ?! Wanna be partners?” He winked . “yah sure !” You replied. Jay saw u guys talking and getting along and he saw Bradley made u laugh when he made a funny face. Jay was getting mad. “Miss Thornhill Evelyn” he mumbled the thornhill part. You looked at jay confused. “I need to talk to u about ur grade” he said. You got up and walked over to his desk. “What do you want jay ?” You asked. “You call me Mr.thornhill in class miss Evelyn!” He said angrily. “Wtf since when?” You replied annoyed . “Excuse me but u need to stop flirting with tht new guy.. i thought i was the only guy ur fxcking” he said while putting is hand on ur bethigh. “Jay I mean mr thornhill he is just a friend! Stop being jealous” you said to him walking away. “Ohh I’m not done with you missy” he whispered and you heard.

When you got back to ur seat Bradley saw ur pissed off face expression. “You look pissed” He laughed. “Is there anything I can do?” He added. “sadly no” you said. “Hey so what is ur band name ?” You asked changing the subject. “The Vamps” He said. “It would be super cool if you could come.. also I rlly want to get to know you” he said putting his hand on your thigh. “Yah I am definitely gonna go i love watching bands and I really wanna get to know you too” you said smiling. You guys worked on your lab and when the bell rang you headed to eat Lunch with steve.

“Hey Harrington!” You said jumping on your best friends back. “Why are u so happy missy?” He asked curious. “What makes you think there is a reason for my happiness” you said rolling your eyes. “Well for starters ik when my best friend is happy about something” he said. You jokingly pushed him. You guys got your lunch and sat with your friends veronica,Betty and Zach. “Hey so I got so much nudes last night it’s crazy !” Zach spluttered out. “Zach no one wants to know how much hoes you get at night” veronica said. “I need more nudes and sex cuz I all I get is Evelyn’s booty or boob pic approvals” Steve said. “Ik we all get them” Zach said laughing. “Well I’m sorry a girl needs help sometimes” you said. “Oh don’t worry we aren’t complaining” the boys said. Everyone laughed at tht. “So Evelyn are u even talking to someone?” Betty asked. Steve got nervous at the question cuz he secretly likes you but only he knows it. “Uhh no all the guys I talk to Just want sex and it’s annoying” You said but u had 2 guys in your mind tht u actually like (jay and Bradley). “Girl that is so true” veronica said. Lunch ended and you guys carried on your day at school.

When the bell rang I got a snap from jay. I opened it and it said *first gif. He was so demanding I loved it I craved it so I went to his room. I saw him on his desk on his laptop grading. I fixed my appearance a little to look more sexy. I opened the door and locked it and put a paper on the window so no one could see what I was about to do. “Hey babe ready to be sore for the next few days” jay said to you coming towards you. “I guess so” you said seductively. You tugged on his shirt and then unbuttoned his shirt revealing is toned body. He took off your shirt revealing your amazing body . He kissed your neck up to your lips and you moaned a little. He picked u up by the legs and placed you on his desk and unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants revealing is big package . You eyed his package with lust. “I want you now” you begged. “ not yet my dear you have to earn it he said pinching your chin he kissed you deeply. He took off your pants and went down fingering You. And then he ate you out. You really needed him inside. “Babyyyy please I need you” he pulled out and placed his tip playfully on ur folds and u tried to push urself into him but he backed out teasing you. He then grabbed your thighs and thrusted hard into you making u moan loud. “Babe shhh the principal is still here” he kept thrusting in and out of you making you roll ur head back screaming his name. “ babe I have cum” he said pounding ur pussy using all his sexual frustration out from earlier. “Please come pleaseee” you both finally released and you guys were breathing heavy and kissed each other. You two were happy that u both were satisfied.

After tht hot session you got your self together and headed home. When you got home you were doing homework and FaceTimeing Steve. He was doing his hair and being all cute and stuff . “ okay sexy Steve why u trying to get all cute and stuff ?” You asked teasing. “Can’t I just look good for myself “ he replied. “I mean go for it but let me know who the girl is first” you said. Little did u know it was you. You guys talked for couple of hrs until it was 6. You had to go to the dot to watch Bradley and his hand play. You told Steve u had to go for dinner. After u hung up you got dressed for the concert. You threw on black jeans with a leather jacket and some booties. You headed out and drove to the dot. When u walked in Bradley saw u immediately he looked so happy to see you. “Evelyn !” He called Out you looked at him smiling.

He pulled me up to the stage *second gif

“I’m so happy you came! I hope you like our band.. you can sit in the front row tables” he said gesturing to a seat. “Thanks Bradley I’m excited!” You said hugging him and you sat down waiting for the performance. “Hey everyone thanks for coming out to watch us perform this first song is going out to a special girl tht i just met today she makes me feel a certain way and I like it “ Bradley said grabbing the mic and beginning to sing just my type. You smiled at what he said. “She lets me down

Then gets me high

Oh I don't know why

She just my type

She's my device

I don't think twice

Oh I don't know why she's just what I like

But I, I, I love it

I, I, I love it” he sang. You were having fun singing along and making eye contact with him. When u were having fun you got a text from Steve you opened it and it read “where are Evelyn I’ve been waiting In your house for 45 mins.. did you forget already”. You totally forgot again about your meet up. It was 7:45 and the band took a intermission. Bradley went up to you. “Hey eve how did you like it?” He said. “You guys are amazing! But I have to go i have studying to do” you replied. “Yeah ofc but wait Evelyn” he said pulling you close to him he looked at you down to ur lips you could tell he wanted to kiss you. He kissed you and you let him and the kiss deepened and then you let go and headed out the door and went home.

When u arrived home you went up to your room and saw Steve shirtless on your bed. “Hey Steve sor..” you said closing the door and turning around to a shirtless Steve. “It’s fine but u owe me now” he said. “W-what do you want?” You said nervously curious. He knew the next thing he was gonna say would change your guys relationship..”I want you to make out with me” he said demanding. You were shocked at what he said u had no idea he even liked you like tht. But you didn’t mind cuz you knew he lacked sexual moments. So you ran to him and wrapped your legs around him on the bed and starting to kiss him and he was such an amazing kisser you had no idea how good he was. “Oh my I didn’t know you were so good at this” you said deeply. “Oh baby I don’t kiss and tell” he replied. So you were wrong about his sexual life. “Get on your knees now” he demanded you did as u were told he pulled down his pant revealing his huge hard goods. You began to rub and suck the tip making him moan. You then preceded to suck all of his length making u deep throat and he then fxcked your mouth . You guys then ended up making out on the bed and cuddled for hours until you both fell asleep.

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bethan i’m feeling v confused :( i know i like girls and have identified as a lesbian but the more i think abt it the more i réalisé i am attracted to certain kinds of guys & have just had v bad experiences with them (also i dnt have a big sex drive nor do i feel like i need a partner to “complete” me but with that comes feeling v invalidated about my sexuality if that makes sense?) sorry to rant at you lmao but could you just be my mom for a sec and tell me it’s okay b/c i can’t talk to mine :(

ohh wowwww i relate to this almost entirely Too Much but hey dont apologise for ranting its all good its healthy 2 let things out and talk to someone about how ur feeling even just typing it out to a stranger on the interwebs (hi!) is genuinely a good place to start. i’m not really sure i can offer you anything much in terms of advice because like i said i truly relate(tm) to a great deal of what youre saying here, i’m in the same boat where i know i like girls but i have such a complicated relationship with attraction when it comes to men its like i just wanna scream bc i dont know if i’m just refusing to be open to liking men bc of past traumas or just the general attitude of ‘men arent shit’ or just.....being Picky and only being attracted to certain kind of guys like you said. and on top of all that i also feel like i dont even know what attraction is anyways and its like i dont even know if i’m experiencing it in the right way or the way that everyone else does. ANYWAYS enough about me LMAO i just hope me ranting about myself helps u feel a little like u arent the only confused one and that we r all truly going through something so you dont have to feel like youre invalidating yourself by struggling or being confused bc i genuinely feel like 99% of us feel the same way at least some of the time. all i can really to you is that there’s no right way to be who you are. i think its really easy to get caught up in defining yourself and fitting yourself into some specific box when in reality there’s always going to be bits of you that dont quite fit. i think its important to remember that labels r designed to help you understand yourself and others like you and if trying to put yourself in one just leaves you feeling even more confused and isolated than you did before then you dont necessarily have to have one at all. and that doesnt mean you never have to have one. if you just want to float around like a little shapeless blob for a while whilst you figure things out and then maybe decide on one when (or if) you feel like having one is something you’d benefit from. it is all gonna be okay, i promise u. love u & we got this 💖

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<Hey Elsa, still wake :s|

|Yeah, what up Anna?>

<Just wanted to remind you that you can text me if you feeling| lonely or idk anythin |

|Don't worry love, we'll talk at lunch. See ya tmrr babe>

<uh?. kay G'night babe?|

Well she did sounded happier than our emotional lunch a couple days ago. But 'babe', I didn't think Elsa was the type of girl that would call her friends babe, she is usually more reserved and formal, even when addressing me, her own sister.

My phone clock said it was fifteen past one, I really hope she gets some sleep, she already missed Literature yesterday because she over slept.

My eyes were almost giving up the fight, my breath became slower and I was finding the sweet spot laying on my side... until my eyes connected with pale green bright ones across my bed. "Aah! Oh, its just- I'm sorry Rory, but your eyes were like ghostly for a sec. Uh did my phone wake you up?"

"Not really, I was thinking about a story I read this afternoon online, it was about these two brothers that had a legal dispute over the rights to an App that got very popular lately. And then I was thinking about you and Elizabeth, as a complete opposite to their relationship" Is she...who's Elizabeth? "You and your sister seem to be really close. I'm an only child so I guess always wanted a sister. I mean Malena... my step mom is like an older sister to me, almost. She is turning thirty two this month and I'm nineteen, but to be honest she looks younger"

"Wait, you're older than me... how?, you look like thirteen. Are you sure you're not like a fairy or one of those kids from Peter Pan's stories?" I really thought she was some sort of genius thirteen year old that got here for her brains. And she is so cute! "You are adorable"

"Should I take that as a compliment" aw, is she blushing? Wait-wait a second. Am I, am I flirting with Rory? Sure, she is mysterious and a cutie but. Oh, I think I'm flirting with her. It wouldn't be the first time, and we're not in high school anymore, this won't be one of those hey let's be lez and make out for funsies, we are adults now, we could be girlf-partn-we might be serious about it. Take it slow, she might not be into girls, there are still straight girls... probably out there in the world. And even if they feel attracted to other girls it might not be serious.

"Hum, yeah. Totally babe" real smooth you dumb dumb "I mean its totally late" saved! "Yaaaaawn~, goodnight Rory".

I couldn't keep eye contact with her after that and pretended to be sleeping by facing to the wall and hugging my pillow tight. I wonder what was keeping Elsa up this late, and well I have to tell her about Rory and I'm sure she will support me, and maybe she will finally come out of the closet.

Elsa has never had a boyfriend... or a girlfriend either, but I know she is not asexual. I once saw her laptop's browser history, her searches where mostly about something called first time videos, no boys in those videos for what I watched.

She didn't have a date for prom, instead she asked me to be her date which was very sweet but it was when Hans and I were dating. That did not end well, Elsa went back into a depression which I could help her overcome, I had to, it was my fault after all. Hans wasn't even worth it, he just wanted to fulfill some sexual fantasy. Asshole. I regret dating him, Elsa was right about him all along.

Ugh, why is sleeping so hard now! Every time I try to stop thinking and sleep, I start thinking about Elsa or Rory, or both. I guess I can't wait 'till tomorrow, I'll send Elsa a text. No! I can't wake her up just for that!

Even if I get any sleep, tomorrow is going to be a hard day...

And indeed it was. I was so distracted by the sleep deprivation that during volley classes I broke my 'ball to the face' record. Although one of them was because I thought seeing Elsa, guess I got hit in the head a lot that day. The last time Elsa came to one of my games or practices was back in high school. Her excuse for not coming to see me was that our uniforms were too revealing and uncomfortable to wear and some weird feminist term I can't quite recall. I never told her that I helped designing the Arendelle's Amazons team uniform.

ooo

Today was a hard day. All thru the night I had to fight the urge to comply to mirror's Anna requests. Since two days ago, when I decided to own the wrong feelings towards my sister, and accepted her fictional kisses and roaming hands, Anna has gotten bolder and is firmly determined to go where no other has ever been.

She wants us to do something so despicable... yet I know she only wants it because, I, because I want her too. But we can't. I had complied and let her touch me lustfully from head to toe. I have felt her hands massage, squeeze and pinch into the soft flesh of my breasts, her lips and saliva seducing my neck, my fingers, my nipples, my nose and my lips. I let her feel all of me... except for my sex. There is where I've drawn a line. Its ridiculous and even I find it a nuisance, but once we cross that invisible line, we could no longer be who we are now. We would no longer be human, we would be no better than animals. How could I do that to her if I love her, strip her away from her humanity, making her but a lust beast.

The only way I have managed to stop her from advancing any further is exercise. I have done about a hundred squats or even more, maybe the sore muscles are enough punishment in her eyes or she ends up as tired as I am by the end of the day. Mirror Anna had the idea of visiting the real Anna's volley practice this morning, and she did, she even took some photos of Anna. I still don't get why an athlete has to wear those tiny shorts to play volley. Which is the same reason I'm doing squats five minutes before Anna comes to my dorm with pizza slices and probably looking... I need more squats.

Knock-Knock. The sound from the lower part of the door, Anna was kicking the wood, her hands must be occupied with the pizza. I'm sitting on the floor, sweating and sore, my muscles inflamed and my mind... pure. I force my self up, a grunt escaping my throat. "I'm coming, Anna, just a second" every step a needle of quick pain thru my legs. I take a deep breath and turn the knob opening the door and inviting Anna in.

"Pizza is here!" said my sister cheerful as ever.

She indeed had a nine inch plain white box, a can of coca~cola for us to share and a pair of straws. And then I had to look at her, her beautiful face holding an honest warm smile my face can't avoid replicating. I take the box from her and place it on the desk going around my bed, Anna tilts her head to right showing confusion. She kicks her shoes off and walks thru the bed setting down the coke on the desk and sitting down on my bed.

She looks at me joyfully and pats the spot to her left presenting it for me to sit by her side. I can't help but smiling and feeling a blush crawl under my cheeks. I took of my sneakers and took a step forwards when Anna extended her hand in front of her signaling me to stop. "Are those new pants?" her chocolate eyebrows knitted together.

"N-No, m-m-mom gave th-these yoga pan-nts t-t-to me last christ-t-tmas" I was stuttering so much, why?

"Are you sure, you look different. Twirl for me, babe." B-babe?! Where did that came from? Do I really look strange? But, as per usual, I did as Anna requested. "No no. Slower" And I did it again, slower this time.

"S-s-ssee, the same old p-p-pa-ants." her face was thoughtful and intense. And her next words were, acute to say the least.

"Your ass got bigger. But bigger good, you know, not fat or immense. Just fuller, um, how can I... your butt looks good in those pants" We were both blushing red and hot like a flame. And a awkward silence set in for a few seconds longer than I would like it to be.

"I-I-I squats...an-d-d-d thank y-y-you An-Anna" she bursted in a laughter and I followed. She fell on her back as she tried to recover from our cackling up.

I sat down next to her still chuckling a bit. Her skirt had risen a couple of inches up and her thighs were at full display, but what my eyes were seeking for was barely peeking into my sight, her green- No! stop it. Pizza night, and that's it. Behave like a sentient being Elsa, focus. I looked away from her and my eyes met the mirror across the dorm. And I saw myself kissing Anna, like I would kiss the other Anna. Shook my head to make sure it was nothing more than a mere mesmerism. It was.

Anna sit up and wipe some tears the laughing had brought to her eyes. "We are such dorks. Oh, that made me so hungry. Let's eat before the pizza gets cold and our can of soda gets warm" if only she knew how hard this visit has been to me.

We ate the pepperoni and cajun style spiced slices of pizza, and clean the fatty oily sensation drinking the can of soda with two straws, one for each, although, I worry I might have sipped from Anna's a few times both being identical white plastic same lengthened generic straws. This night was the best I had in a long time, but it was fated to die.

All the fun, our pleasant chat, all would end with Anna going back to her own dorm.

Anna got up and stretched until her back pop the air off her spine joints and mewl with satisfaction. She put on her shoes back and took a last look at the mirror to check her makeup. "My dorm doesn't have a mirror"

"Please stay! Jus-Just-t-t for the night, please, An-Anna."

She turned to me with a disappointing look, I knew what her answer was going to be "I can't stay Elsa, I'm sorry. but, I have Volley courses tomorrow early in the morning".

It hurt. Having her just for a moment every day, when I deserved to have her by my side. I felt anger, sadness, yearning all bottled up in my chest ready to burst. "I-I don't care ab-bout your stupid volley. Y-you only play it because of the slut uniforms they wear..." hot tears ran thru my face as I collapsed to my knees. Why was I pushing her away? Why couldn't I just... accept it, that there is no Anna and Elsa, not in the way my mind has made it to be lately.

But then warmth wrapped my body, Anna was holding me, on her knees, crying. I don't deserve her. "I know how much it hurts Elsa, and believe me, it hurts me too. And calling me a slut or whore or a cunt, will not work on me, you can't hurt me, because you love me more than anyone will ever love me, and we know that".

I don't deserve her.

My tears kept rolling down my cheeks, like healing rain, cleansing the pressure off my chest. My eyes seek hers, I swallow hard and cease breathing, my lips draughting a kiss that Anna with no hesitation participates in. Chaste, nothing but a peck for her, but to me... it was a promise. A promise to Anna, 'I will try'.

Anna still loves to break mom's rule. I know that, as chaste as our kisses are, siblings our age don't kiss each other on the lips, but we are not just siblings, not just sisters... we are special. And I think she missed this too. Not in the same way I do, but it still makes me feel a little better.

"There, better now sweetie?" I was, so I nodded "Uhm, so, my roommate Rory, well..." she was scratching the back of her neck and her eyes leaving mine "she told me about this social worker that can help... us, with, well you know like therapy. We could go tomorrow... if you want of course."

"M-m-maybe it would hel-p. Th-th-thanks, An-nn-na, for being here for me" she fought tears creeping in her eyes and helped me get up.

We said goodnight, and she left. I closed the door and there in front of me was Anna in the mirror sitting on the bed and pretending to be weary.

"Finally, she left. I really thought for a moment there that she would ruin our night. And... tonight will be the night, right babe?"

I did not responded. But instead, I undressed and hid myself under the red wig.

I did not want to fight myself no more.

Tonight was going to be the night.

Tonight, I would stop being a human...

#Elsanna #frozen #elsa x anna #anna #elsa #fanfic #fanfiction #Mature #college au #modern au #Aurora #anonplus #faux cuivre

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