#this is exactly how my gf gives me head don’t settle for anything less

[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing | drabble i. | m

WARNINGS. jealous jk, jk's gf is hot and he's not the only one who thinks that, jimin and tae as instigators, i swear jimin and jk love each other, fucking in public spaces aka a car in a parking lot, jk luvs his gf, appearance of perpetrator jin!

NOTE. i missed this couple 🥺oc is living her hot girl summer life and jk does nawt know how to deal with it Lol. hope u enjoy loves!!!!

WORDS. 3k+

“I’m okay,” Jungkook murmurs, eyes fluttering shut as he repeats his own personal mantra. “I’m good. I’m fine—I’m chill. Chillest person ever. I’m good—”

“He’s not okay,” Taehyung snickers.

Jungkook blocks the negativity out, purposefully and intentionally. Nothing could ruin his day—not on his watch, especially as the sun shines over bodies across the beach while the waves break into beautiful fragments that he’s yearning to dip his feet into.

Personal affirmations came first.

“I’m good, I’m fine, I’m okay,” he chants like a crazy person, definitely earning some form of side-eye from the people next to him but he can’t be bothered. Another person thinking that he was insane wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to him—not when—

“You should open your eyes,” Jimin says, “How are you going to fight them if you don’t know thy enemy?”

Immediately, Jungkook’s peace is disturbed by the mouth of Park Jimin, who painfully reminds him of why he’s got into the entire personal mantra and affirmation thing. He used to think it was redundant, unnecessary. How could the universe return your wishes just as you’ve uttered them into the atmosphere? It didn’t seem logical to him.

But right now, that didn’t matter—not when he had bigger things to be worried about.

“Don’t disturb my peace,” Jungkook snaps.

“They did it first,” Jimin retorts, cocking his head towards the flock of people at a certain part of the beach, specifically towards where the water meets the shore.

Jungkook’s eye twitches. His peace is disrupted, his happiness is compromised and it’s all Park Jimin’s fault. He spent a good amount of time getting into his zone, reaffirming himself that he was in fact, fine, good—he was okay! But now, he feels all his resolve dissolve when he realises he can’t even see the main thing that was responsible for his dilemmas.

“You’d think a celebrity was on this beach,” Taehyung snorts.

“Not helping,” Jungkook says dryly.

“So isn’t your crazy person chanting,” Jimin points out, “but yet, here we are—listening to you reciting your own version of a biblical verse.”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook grits for the umpteenth time, and no less is his assertions any more convincing than it was a moment ago. The flicker of his irises towards to crowd is enough to prove that fact. “I’m just enjoying my day at the beach with my friends and my girlfriend.”

“See, there are two false statements in that,” Taehyung tilts his head downwards, offering a smug smirk that Jungkook wishes he could shove into the sand beneath him. “You’re definitely not enjoying this because I can see the veins protruding out of your neck at how hard you’re clenching your jaw, and”—the older boy makes the effort to taunt Jungkook further by letting out a low whistle the moment the crowd seems to grow slightly bigger—“you’re partially right about the friend part. Your girlfriend though … where is she?”

I’m good. I’m okay. I’m cool—

“Oblivious, as usual,” Jimin sighs, plopping back onto the beach towel beneath him while shooting Jungkook a pointed stare. “It’d be sad if you only called her your girlfriend for six months when you’ve been in love with her for seven years.”

“Okay that’s it. I’m going there,” Jungkook declares, huffing as he pushes himself off the ground while Jimin makes an effort to grab at his ankle, halting the younger boy from causing any damage and potentially getting them banned from ever returning.

“Not with that temper you aren’t,” Jimin snaps, “Sit your ass down. God. Can’t you take a joke?”

“A joke?” Jungkook splutters, abhorred. “You literally just said she’s going to break up with me!”

“I said that it’d be sad if—”

“Same fucking difference,” he hisses, rubbing a hand across his face before he kicks Jimin’s petty grip off his ankle while levelling him with a menacing glare. Jungkook’s eyes slowly drift to the side where you finally enter his vision, still smiling like the soft and sweet person you were as you help Namjoon with whatever crab hunting mission he had.

See, Jungkook’s mature enough to know that you and Namjoon were good friends, great ones, even. The two of you were smart and clicked well, and if anything, Jungkook was more envious of the fact that the two of you shared such a wholesome and meaningful friendship than anything else.

The fact that Namjoon used to have feelings for you didn’t bother Jungkook anymore, not when he knew where your heart truly laid. He also trusted Namjoon with his entire life and his firstborns (not that he’d ever tell you that, and God—did he hope that day would eventually come when it came to you). But still, Jungkook was mature—he did some growing up, and he was proud of that.

But Jungkook’s human, a flawed, ever-learning and constantly improving human. A human who’s crazy in love with his pretty girlfriend that he’s longed for years—and a human who isn’t blind. A human who can’t ignore the fact that, apparently, he wasn’t the only person that was trying to keep himself in check at how stunning you were. Every day—and especially today, with how your dainty yellow bikini drapes over the curves of your body.

Jungkook nearly cries. Yellow was his favourite colour. You wore it for him.

Not for—

“Maybe you should head over,” Taehyung murmurs, snapping Jungkook out of his love-filled mind as his eyes clear, immediately catching what his friend was referring to.

Some dude. Talking to you. Smiling at you like you carried all the answers to all the world problems as you giggle a tune comparable to birds chirping. Maybe Jungkook was exaggerating but it always sounded like you were singing his favourite song even if you were just explaining economical concepts to him like a soothing e-book.

“God, why couldn’t she have been ugly,” Jungkook groans.

“You wouldn’t have dated her otherwise,” Jimin retorts.

Jungkook gawks, affronted as he gives his two friends a scandalised expression as he places his hands over his chest to indicate the offence he took to that statement.

“I’m not superficial,” he huffs, “I fell in love with her because of her—”

“Personality, yada yada,” Jimin mocks him in a lower tune that has Jungkook glaring at him. “Yeah, okay. But don’t tell me that her being pretty doesn’t help you bust a nut every once in a while.”

Jungkook flushes.

“Well, yeah, but I’m her boyfriend—”

“Thank you for reminding me that you are in fact, still a boy,” Jimin rolls his eyes, “Men. Mansplaining everything, really.”

Jungkook’s jaw slackens as his eyes briefly land on Taehyung’s figure who doesn’t look too bothered with how the conversation turned out as he shrugs in response.

“How about you do the typical manly thing of being a jealous prick and go over there and stomp over all her fan club members,” Jimin says sarcastically, resting his arm over his eyes to shield them from the sun.

There’s a brief rustle from where the sand meets the towel, and a relatively long period of silence while the only thing that permeates the air is the sound of waves with laughter coming from a family a distance away.

“He did exactly that, didn’t he.”

“You need to stop giving him ideas,” Taehyung sighs, plopping a grape into his mouth before occupying the space next to his friend. “Should we find another beach to frequent?”

“Really?” you laugh, “That’s so cool! I’m actually planning on landing an apprenticeship there over the summer.”

“Oh?” The man is leaning way too close to you for comfort, but you’re unfazed. Jungkook doesn’t even want to know where the hell Namjoon had gone, leaving you with this broad-shouldered, terrifyingly handsome man. “I could definitely put a good word in for you if you’d like.”

You beam, appreciative rather than brazen. But Jungkook thinks the man doesn’t know that.

“I don’t think I can accept that, Seokjin.”

And of course, you knew his name.

“Why not?” Seokjin smirks, and Jungkook knows that it’s definitely done him justice in other situations. “For a beautiful—”

“____,” he interjects, smoothly (or not quite) sliding next to you as his arms wrap around your waist before his glare rests on the man before him, who looks both shocked and unbothered at his appearance. “Who’s this?”

You jump slightly at Jungkook’s arrival but relax when you realise that it was just him and not some other beach weirdo.

“Jungkook, this is Seokjin! He actually attended our university—”

“Really,” he says dryly, “That’s nice.”

“Is this your …?” Seokjin looks Jungkook up and down before settling with a rather unimpressed look. “Do seniors usually bring their shadows out for playdates?”

Your eyes widen at his patronising tone, and before can even think to correct him with a tilted frown, Jungkook’s fingers dig into your waist, a precursor to his jaw that clenches while he engages in his own version of a staredown with the man before you.

“Boyfriend.”

Seokjin raises a brow.

“Me,” Jungkook blinks, unnerved and quite frankly, tired. He’s crossed this bridge enough times, and it’s always the same. Some older dude who thought that you were doing charity work by having Jungkook tag along with like some puny little brother. “I’m her boyfriend.”

“Jungkook—” you start, softly reaching to grip his arm.

“Interesting,” Seokjin says offhandedly and Jungkook knows it’s anything but. “Well, my offer still stands.”

He’s directing it to you as you peer up at him with your notoriously innocent eyes. Jungkook hates that this douche is still unaffected by his blatant declaration of the fact that you were—taken.

“I—that’s fine, Seokjin,” you say softly, lips curling into a thankful smile before he nods.

The look he sends Jungkook is nothing short of unimpressed, and Jungkook’s thinking of clamming the dude into the sand and quite literally, bury the hatchet with him. Sure, he was handsome and broad, and undoubtedly ripped—but Jungkook trained to benchpress twice his weight so he could beat up assholes who tried to hit on his girlfriend.

Right before he leaves, Jungkook calls for his name—intentionally calling him Seokmin—noting the way his face drops into a scowl.

“You’re not her type.”

He scoffs.

“And you are?” he throws back, brows raised as a challenge.

“That’s why I get to hold her and you’re walking away.”

With that, Seokjin doesn’t bother responding to Jungkook, especially in the way that you gawk at your boyfriend’s blatant warning to the older man.

He titters off, and it’s effectively just you and Jungkook standing by the shore while you briefly see the way Namjoon stutters before deciding to return to where Jimin and Taehyung lays.

Jungkook’s still seething in his rage, clenching and unclenching his fists even though he got the last word. It wasn’t that he thought you’d elope with Seokjin and leave him—he trusted you wholeheartedly and vice versa. He knew you loved him and so did he.

It had more to do with the fact that Seokjin saw you, and eventually, him—and thought that Jungkook wasn’t fit to be your boyfriend. That he saw a gorgeous girl on the beach and expected her to be single, and if not—to be with a boyfriend that had his shit together and not … not Jungkook.

“Jungkook?” you say quietly, tugging at his elbow while you peer up at him with wide and apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry.”

It’s no good, the fact that you’re apologising. As if you were responsible for his insecurities when you’ve done nothing but shower him with love and support ever since the two of you started officially dating.

“Don’t apologise,” he says stiffly, though his heart isn’t angry—he can’t help the way his words get out. “It’s not your fault.”

“But—”

“If you apologise then you’re gonna piss me off, baby,” he says lightly, peering you down with a small smirk as your eyes widen.

“I—okay,” you say weakly, and before he knows it, you’re intertwining your fingers with his, eyes suddenly twinkling in a way he’s grown all too familiar with.

“You have the keys?” he murmurs softly.

You nod, blind and in love as you sigh.

“Take care of me?” you ask sweetly, and Jungkook forgets all about Seokjin when he has you right in front of him.

“O-Oh, fuck—Jungkook—ngh—”

Maybe Jungkook really was a crazy person, but he’d argue that you were equally as crazy to oblige to indulge in his lewd fantasies. He was crazy, for you and your cunt that was like nirvana, and it’s proven further when he fucks into you at a brutal pace, uncaring whether or not the car shakes with the exertion of the activities that were taking place in it.

It could be the fact that he had a decade worth of fantasies to play out, but he knows that he plays a huge part in opening your sexual nature and he couldn’t be happier about it, especially when you unabashedly throw your head onto your chest, whimpering with the dirty squelches of his thrusts that echo in the vehicle.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he growls, hand wrapping around the back of your neck to force your glassy eyes to look at him.

The look on your face is enough to get Jungkook even more riled up, your flushed cheeks and swollen lips while you nod your head manically, crazy—and his.

“Y-Yours,” you whimper, and just about then, Jungkook brings your hips down with his free hand and meets you with a sharp thrust that has your mouth dropping open and your face scrunched up in pleasure. “F-Fuck, J-Jungkook.”

“No one gets to fuck you like this,” he hisses, pressing a hot kiss to your neck as you whine, hips involuntarily swivelling to meet his fast pace. The car is shaking and it’s all too risky, Jungkook knows that—but his rationale is clouded with the antagonising face of Seokjin. “No one gets to see you like this. Only I do.”

“Y-Yes!” you sob, clutching onto him as he feels your pussy tighten viciously around him, the walls of your inner linings spasming as Jungkook hisses at the feeling. “Only you K-Kook. Only ever want you.”

Jungkook believes you, especially when you desperately hold onto him as he feels himself slowly reach the edge. He knows you are too, especially when your whines get higher in pitch, and your tugs against his shoulders get tighter. He knows because he’s learnt about your body as your boyfriend—and he’s the only person that will ever get to have you like this.

The thought, paired along with the risk of your situation only fuels his determination to get you off, his strong arms immediately wrapping around you to root you into place as he shoves his cock deeper into you.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he croons as you mewl in pleasure, breathless whines turning more desperate as your eyes flutter shut. “You wanna show me how much you want me?”

You nod manically, your pussy fluttering around his length as he grunts in exertion.

“G-Gonna—pleasedon’tstop—fuck, I-I’m cumming—!” you cry, tugging your face into the crook of his neck as Jungkook bites his lips in focus, all ready to accept your hot pleasure and his own.

“Come for me,” he encourages, lips hovering over your earlobe as you obey his orders, head thrown back as he watches your mouth drop wider and your eyes roll to the back of your head, pussy tightening around his length.

Jungkook thinks you’re beautiful. On days where you don’t feel like you do, but he may be biased to say that he thinks you look absolutely stunning for him like this. When he knows that he’s the one responsible for your reddened cheeks, the way you so desperately cling onto him whenever you’d orgasm (the only person that would ever know this fact about you), and the way that you’re left breathless, satiated and with that hazed expression after his resolute efforts.

Jungkook cums shortly after, with those exact thoughts plaguing his mind. He was so whipped. He really only had to think of you and he would get hard, and having you right above him, soft and warm with your arms draped loosely over his form made his heart all mushy and soft despite the way his cock stands erect.

You mewl in oversensitivity although you don’t complain. You never do, whenever Jungkook cums after you. Even now, when Jungkook comes down from his high with pants of his own, his own mind-clearing while his cock softens in you—you remain patient. Patient like the ever-loving, wonderful girlfriend that you were—one that Jungkook wasn’t sure he deserved.

“Wow,” you giggle, forehead resting against his as you return from your own post-orgasmic bliss. “I can’t believe I let you fuck me in a parking lot.”

Jungkook flushes, reality sinking in when he realised that the two of you weren’t hidden from plain sight. While the idea of being caught was definitely arousing, Jungkook knew he wasn’t too keen on having anyone see you delirious, even if it was all for him. He was lucky enough that your bikini top remained on the entire time, but both your sweaty bodies were enough of a dead giveaway.

“I just,” Jungkook tries to explain, words slurring in embarrassment as you raise a brow at him. “You look really pretty today.”

You stare at his forlorn expression as if admitting that pained him. Jungkook feels slightly embarrassed at how he reacted, and if you notice this, you don’t point it out—yet.

“Wore this for you,” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to the mole under his lip. Jungkook’s heart soars at your admission even if he knew that. “You know it’s only for you, right?”

Your question is purposeful and Jungkook shamefully looks to his lap, and even then—you’re still connected. He slowly pulls out, wincing when his cum threatens to pool out of your pussy, but before he can pretend to clean you up, you’re putting your bikini bottoms back in place and clamping your hands over his cheeks so that he’d look at you.

“Jungkook,” you say sternly.

He sighs.

“Yes,” he groans, feeling a lot like a child who’s being berated. “I just—God. He was such a prick.”

“I know,” you say gently, fingers combing through his hair while he melts into your touch. “There are a lot of pricks out there, but you know that I only love you, right?”

Your confession is the same as the one you’ve made six months ago, and just last night before the two of you fell asleep—but it’s a confession that Jungkook never grows tired of.

“I know,” he mumbles as you giggle at him. “It’s just that … he really thought he had a chance with you, and when he saw me it was like—”

You frown, finger pressed against his lips to stop his rambling as he peers up at you with doe-eyes.

“None of that,” you chide lightly, “I don’t care what people think. The only person I care about is you, and no one will change that, okay?”

Jungkook feels himself relax into your touch, especially when you lean forward to capture his lips in a soft kiss that isn’t set to lead anywhere. He remembers. He remembers the times where you were unsure and all too worried of the words of others—and here you were, with him and with your gentle and loving soul, the embodiment of comfort as you tell him the words he’s always known but needs to be reminded of.

“I love you,” he says quietly as you grin widely at him, “Sorry for—you know.”

You roll your eyes, lifting your leg to get off his lap as you wince at the cum that threatens to escape your lips.

“I mean, it was kind of hot,” you shrug with a small smirk.

“God, I’ve created a monster,” Jungkook snorts, looking over at you when you shoot him a devious grin.

“You love it,” you throw back cheekily, leaning into his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you with a sigh.

He does. And he knows that he’s the only one that you’ll love back.

[t0wnspersonb]

You’re Beautiful (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader)

Word Count: 4,784

Warnings: SMUT, slight angst, bullying, my shit writing, Kuroo being too damn hot

Summary: Despite how much you loved him, you couldn’t handle the constant bullying that came with dating one of the most sought after males at your school. The constant harassment from Kuroo’s fans ended with you breaking up with him. But when Kuroo founds out the truth... well he does everything in his power to make sure you’re taken care of.

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Anonymous said:

Hiii 🦊 Rachel here! Could I please request a scenario in which kuroo s/o has been being constantly bullied by kuroo's fangirls during months to the point in which her self confidence is almost crushed but she remain silent and decides to try yo break Up with him?. She appears the Next day at school wearing sexy clothes and make up to make them believe she Split Up with him seriosly. But kuroo notices what's happening and reassures her? Smut ending please if possible!! Thank u so much!! ���

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Anonymous said:

Can I please request a scenario where Kuroo helps his gf relieve her stress by giving her his full attention and worshipping her? She’s also very insecure. He walks in the room to find her staring at herself in the mirror, lifting her shirt up and looking sad (insecure about her body). No need for angst though! She beams the moment he flirts with her and call her kitten. Soft!dom vibes with lots of dirty talk and praise (and maybe cockwarming?). Thank you 🥺 ily and your blog btw

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I decided to put these two requests together since they both fall into the same category! I hope you enjoy this one Rachel and anon! 

Sorry it took so long for me to write! I think I do a terrible job at writing characters as a dom so I apologize in advance if it wasn’t what you guys were wanting! As always please let me know what you guys think:)

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“- I don’t understand.” Kuroo’s frown deepened, his fingers clenching and unclenching into fists at his side.

 You had an audience, the soft whispers of people passing by curled around your ear like the wind.

 You knew exactly what they were talking about, what they will be talking about for the next couple of weeks.

 “Y/n why are you breaking up with me?” he pressed further, his tall frame taking a step closer to you. 

 “I told you.” Your voice sounds strained, even to your own ears, despite the mental preparation you had to do before.

 Hell, there was no amount of mental preparation that could prepare you for something like this.

 Kuroo’s annoyed and calculating expression shifted dramatically, hurt and confusion clouded his face, his large hand reached out towards you, causing you to take a step back, your arms wrapping around your body.

 You wanted to curl into yourself, to disappear completely so you didn’t have to see Kuroo’s pained expression.

 “That doesn’t… that doesn’t make sense! We were doing great! You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to go out with me! So why… why all of a sudden -” 

 “I told you.” You stressed, cutting him off immediately. “I don’t want to be with someone who only focuses on their club activities. You never have time for me, you’re always so busy with your stupid club. I can’t do this anymore.”

 Lies.

 Lies.

 Lies.

 They were all lies.

 But you… you had to make this work, you had to make this hurt, or else… or else you knew he would never leave you alone.

 The whispering around you got louder, the large smirks from the girls amongst the crowd pierced into your heart.

 But not as much as this.

 Kuroo’s expression ripped your heart in two.

 This hurt like hell.

 “Your team is waiting for you Kuroo.” You said quietly, ignoring the ache in your chest as he visibly flinched at the use of his surname, something you never called him. “I’ll see you around.”

 You turned to walk away, resisting the urge to look back at the tall male. You could feel tears stinging at your eyes as you rushed out of the school gates, it was probably a mistake to do this right after class; catching him right before he went into volleyball practice. 

 It honestly was all a mistake but… you didn’t have a choice.

 You were suddenly yanked back, causing you to stumble about.

 “That was quite the show.” a familiar voice drawled out, you flinched as you scrambled away from the group of girls that were staring you down.

 The group of girls that caused this mess.

 “It was smart of you to break up with him. Kuroo-san belongs to all of us, not just you. You ugly girl.” She sneered. “Who would want you anyway? Kuroo-san was just dating you out of pity, I bet he just wanted a quick lay. Since you’re that easy.”

 You could feel your lower lip tremble, the tears that were already gathered in your eyes threatening to spill over. 

 “Well it’s done, just leave me alone now.” You mumbled, walking away. 

 As soon as you were a safe distance away, tears began pouring down your face. 

The flood of emotions you were experiencing was something like no other. The pain that you felt deep within your chest was excruciating, and all you could see behind your lids as you wiped at your eyes was Kuroo’s hurt expression.

 You were lucky enough that your mother wasn’t home, she wouldn’t be home for the next couple of days due to a business trip. 

 Which meant you could cry your heart out in peace.

 No amount of mental preparation prepared you for this. For the hurt that you had caused the person you loved the most, for the hurt that you were experiencing from the constant cruelty of those girls.

 It was all too much. 

 By the time you had finally finished crying it was late at night, and you found yourself in front of your bathroom mirror.

 They were right, you were an ugly girl, why would Kuroo want to be with someone like you? 

 It was always a question that lingered in the back of your mind when Kuroo confessed to you. It was strange wasn’t it? He was quite possibly the most perfect human being you had ever met, so why would he want to be with you?

 “Since you’re that easy.” 

 You shook your head from the comment, Kuroo was your first for everything; memories that you would cherish forever, even if you were no longer with him.

 You at least knew that comment wasn’t true, Kuroo wasn’t a cruel person, there was no way he would have thought of you that way.

 The person you were looking at in the mirror wasn’t someone you recognized. A stranger in your own skin, your eyes flickered to every inch of your insecurities, your body shrinking down.

 You couldn’t go on like this, something had to change.

 ****

 “W-What are you wearing Y/n-chan?” Yaku asked, face flushed, as he took in your uniform.

 You were lucky enough to have arrived at school without any encounters with those girls and Kuroo. But you were unlucky in the fact that you were in the same class as Kuroo and Yaku.

 “D-Does it look bad?” You asked, carefully tugging at the hem of your skirt.

 “No but… you never wear anything that short… I’m just not used to seeing you like that… are you wearing makeup?” Yaku looked at you in surprise, the pink in his cheeks never fading.

 You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly, your head ducking down in embarrassment as you nodded.

 This was so uncomfortable; you were completely out of your element right now.

 You had opted for the shorter uniform skirt today, something that was completely different than your usual knee length one. Your legs had never been so exposed at school before.

 The makeup… well, you hardly ever wore makeup, it wasn’t like you were wearing a whole lot of it, but just enough to make you feel just a tad less insecure about yourself.

 “Kuroo is gonna flip when he -” Yaku shut his mouth immediately; eyes casting away from you.

 That’s right.

 He had almost forgotten that you had broken up with him yesterday, and from the slight fall of your face, maybe you had forgotten too.

 “You know… Kuroo was devastated when he came into practice yesterday, he made us do twice as many drills, got upset over the littlest things…” Yaku trailed off, glancing over at you briefly. “We didn’t know what had happened until Lev said something about it. News travels fast around here huh?” he joked weakly.

 “Just news that involves your golden boy.” you said quietly, your eyes trained on your folded hands that rested on your desk.

 Yaku turned his body completely towards you now. “Y/n-chan what happened? Why did you -” the classroom door suddenly opened, and in walked the golden boy himself.

 He looked… exhausted, sad. 

 The tiny piece that you were able to fix in your heart shattered once again, leaving you empty and achy inside.

 This was all your fault. 

 His exhaustion, his sadness, that was all you.

 You could feel his eyes flickering over to your form, but you didn’t dare meet his gaze, you settled for pulling out one of your books from your bag; eyes focused on the page, although, you couldn’t even comprehend what it was you were reading.

 His shadow loomed over you as he paused next to your desk. It was only for a couple of seconds before he sighed loudly, taking his seat behind Yaku.

 Fuck today was going to be a long day.

 ****

 The next couple of days were routine now, Yaku would attempt to make small talk with you, struggling each and every time to ask you what had happened between you and Kuroo, and each time it ended with Kuroo entering the classroom and standing near your desk before sighing loudly and leaving.

 Despite the fact that it was becoming routine, it still wasn’t easy. None of it was, the only easy thing was that those pesky girls in his fan club left you alone, at least you got relief from that.

 Until today. 

 Of course, it would be when you were walking home that they would approach you, no one in sight.

 “You really think that dressing up and wearing makeup is going to make you pretty?” one of them scoffed, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. “You’re still ugly, you did Kuroo-san a favor by dumping him, who would want to be with someone as hideous as you?”

 You gritted your teeth, your hands tightening around the strap of your bag as you attempted to step around them, only for them to get in your way once more. 

 They were cornering you now.

 “I did what you asked, why do you keep bothering me?” you asked quietly, pleading almost.

 “Because you took him away from us all those months ago. Kuroo-san has never and will never be yours. It honestly was such a bitchy thing for you to do Y/n. You really think that by just breaking up with him you would be let off the hook? Wrong.” 

 Your quiet demeanor never faltered; you were desperate to go home though. So you tried stepping around them once again, only to be shoved back into another one of the girls.

 They were laughing at you as they shoved you about, but you didn’t have the strength to fight back, to stand up for yourself.

 You just… you just let it happen.

 You probably deserved it anyway, right? 

 For breaking Kuroo’s heart.

 You deserved all of it, right?

 “Hey!” 

 Everyone froze, yourself included. You knew that voice all too well, and you couldn’t help the tears that began to pool in your eyes.

 Cool fingers clasped at your wrist, carefully yanking you away from the group of girls that were now cowering in front of the tall male that stood before them.

 “Are you okay Y/n?” Kenma peered at you in concern, carefully releasing his grip on you. You nodded, rubbing at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater.

 “K-Kuroo-san! We were just teaching her a lesson! She hurt you, didn’t she? We were just trying to protect you!” one of the girl’s pleaded.

 You had never seen Kuroo like this. He was genuinely angry, his eyes all but turning into slits as he glared down at the group of girls who were nearly in tears at this point.

 “From what I heard, you guys are the reason that Y/n broke up with me.” he said, tone deep and dark. “From what I saw… well… girls like you absolutely disgust me.” he sneered. 

 “K-Kuroo-san.” one of them began to cry.

 “From now on stay away from me, and stay away from Y/n. If I catch you guys anywhere near her then we’re going to have some problems. Understand?” he stood incredibly tall; his arms folded across his chest as he stared down at the group of girls.

 It was silent for a moment and then whimpers and loud cries began to erupt from the group, all of them running off.

 As soon as they were out of sight Kuroo slumped down, sighing tiredly as his large hand ran down his face, rubbing off whatever emotions he was feeling. But then he was turning to face you, concern clouding his eyes as he walked closer.

 “Are you hurt?” he murmured softly, one of his fingers gently sliding against your cheek, his eyes flickering across your face.

 You shook your head, but you could feel oncoming tears beginning to pool. You desperately wanted to throw yourself into his arms at this point.

 But Kuroo knew you too well, he recognized the look on your face and his hand slid down to grasp yours.

 “Let’s go.” he said. “Kenma I’m going to take Y/n home. Walk home without me.” his eyes glanced over at his friend who nodded, waving goodbye to the two of you before taking his leave.

 For the most part, the trip home was entirely quiet, you two hadn’t addressed anything that had happened at the school, or what had happened in the days prior. It was mostly small talk, but you felt lighter somehow. 

 Kuroo brought the best out of you, he was your better half; his mere presence brought a sense of calm to the raging storm inside of you.

 He also had never let go of your hand.

 Maybe it was because of what happened earlier, or maybe it was an unconsciousness thing, but you were grateful for it.

 His hand was large and warm, his thumb rubbing gently against the back of your hand, it was entirely soothing.

 But now your anxiety was through the roof as you approached your front door, pausing to retrieve the keys from your bag.

 Would he go? 

 Would he want to come in?

 Would he want answers?

 Would you guys get back together?

 “Y/n....” Kuroo stared down at you intensely, his face nothing but serious. “Can we talk?”

 Fuck. Maybe it was all of the above.

 You bit your lip, nodding before you guys stepped into your house.

 “Where’s your mom?” Kuroo asked casually, slipping off his shoes.

 “She’s on a business trip, she’ll be back on Saturday.” you said quietly. Kuroo said nothing back as you guys made your way to your room. Silence engulfing you completely, the air thick with tension.

 “Do you really not want to be with me anymore?” Kuroo asked as soon as you guys got settled in. There was no room for small talk now, he had jumped to the point immediately.

 “Or did you break up with me because of those girls?” he asked, his eyes never leaving your form.

“They’ve been… they’ve been harassing me since we got together, it got really bad recently…” you trailed off, ignoring the dark look that crossed over his face for a moment. 

 “Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice was incredibly soft now, his expression gentle. “I would’ve done something about it.”

 “I don’t know.” you whimpered out, the tears that you had been holding back since school finally spilled over. “They were your fans… you’re so amazing, I didn’t want them to think badly of you. They’re right, you know. Why would someone like you want someone like me? I’m not very pretty or smart, I’m not passionate like you are… they said I was only dragging you down. I didn’t want to hold you back anymore. So, I - I had to break up with you, had to hurt you enough so that you wouldn’t try pursuing me anymore.”

 At this point you were full on sobbing, blabbering your confession. The words just leaked out, there was no point in stopping now, not like you could anyway. 

 “I didn’t mean what I said about the team either. I just said that to hurt your feelings. I love that you’re so dedicated to your team and volleyball, I love how hard you work towards your goals. You’re so good at what you do. I’m so sorry Kuroo. I’m so sorry.” you choked out, another sob tearing through your lips as you desperately tried wiping away the ongoing flow of tears.

 Your eyes were incredibly blurry, your loud crying and hiccups were the only sound that could be heard in the room. You hadn’t even registered that Kuroo had gotten off your bed until you were being yanked into a warm chest. His strong arms wrapped around you tightly, crushing you to his body.

 Warmth seeped into your being, radiated off of his chest and into yours. Your nose was filled with the scent of Kuroo, familiar and perfect as you buried your face deeper into his chest. 

 He caged you against his body, the strong grip he had only tightening further; his large hands rubbed up and down your back, soothing your hysteria until there were only soft hiccups and sniffles.

 You weren’t sure how long Kuroo held you for, but you didn’t care. You never wanted to leave his arms.

 He was solid, so strong and warm; grounding you to this moment. You could only think of him, as he was right now, and as you were right now. Right now, this moment was perfect.

 Right now, you knew that you would never stop loving Kuroo Tetsurou.

 “I wish you would’ve told me about those girls earlier.” he finally spoke, his voice was calm, the movement of his hands never stopping against your back. “At least you’re telling me now. But…” his hands gently pulled you away from his body. His eyes burned as they stared into your own, the intensity of his gaze took your breath away, he had never looked at you like that before. 

 “You’re seriously stupid if you think any of that is true. Not pretty? Not smart? Dragging me down? Holding me back? That’s not true.” He cupped your face carefully, titling your head back slightly, forcing your eyes to only stare at him. 

 “You’re the kindest person I know. You’re so beautiful, you have no idea how many of the guys at our school wanted to go out with you. You’re the top of our class, did you forget that you’re in the college prep class? You’re incredibly smart. You’ve never dragged me down; you’ve never held me back. You make me want to be better, you make me want to work harder. If I don’t have you by my side… then what’s the point to any of it?” his voice was deep and fierce, full of fiery passion as he stared down at you. 

 “Do you love me?” he asked.

 “Of course, I love you, I never stop-” Kuroo slammed his lips against yours, kissing you fiercely and urgently.

 You whimpered loudly, fingers gripping at the front of his uniform tightly as you surrendered yourself to his kiss. 

 Every ounce of his feelings for you were being poured into this kiss, it was searing, burning you completely as he nipped and sucked at your bottom lip, forcing his tongue into your mouth easily.

 It was wet and hot as he massaged the pink muscle in your mouth with his own, and you could only take it, clinging to him desperately as you tried to keep up with his pace.

 You hadn’t even realized that he was taking steps back until your world shifted, Kuroo easily pulling you down onto his lap as he sat on your bed. You held yourself up, knees pressing into the soft mattress on either side of his hips.

 “You’re mine.” he breathed against your mouth, the hand that was resting on your back trailed down towards your exposed legs. His fingers curled around the back of your upper thigh, skimming against the band of the thigh highs that you wore.

 “I can’t believe you started wearing these tiny little skirts to school. I hated the way other guys would look at you whenever you left the classroom… and the makeup? Who were you trying to impress?” he murmured, nipping at your bottom lip before trailing his mouth against the underside of your jaw, and down your throat.

 “I - ahh - I just wanted to…” your fingers slid into his hair; eyes fluttering shut as his tongue flickered out to taste your skin. “Feel good about myself.”

 He pulled away from you, his lips swollen, and pupils blown as he stared at you. “You’re gorgeous, you don’t need to make yourself up like that. I’ll make you feel good.” 

 Kuroo began tugging the clothes off of your guys’ body, easily tossing them to the floor until you were both bare.

 His lips parted as his eyes wandered to every inch of your skin, greedily taking in all of your pretty curves. You were his, he’d never let anyone else have you, he’d never let anyone else see you like this. Sprawled out on top of the bed, face flushed a beautiful pink, your knees bent as your feet sat flat against the sheets, your core entirely exposed to him.

 You were dripping, cunt glistening and begging to be touched.

 “It’s embarrassing.” you whispered, face heating up as you took in the way he stared openly at your exposed lower half. You moved to clamp your legs shut, only for his large hands to grab your knees, ripping them apart easily, exposing you further.

 “What’s so embarrassing about a boyfriend wanting to stare at his beautiful girlfriend?” he asked, eyebrow raising, a small smirk grazed his lips. “I’m going to make you feel so good, kitten.” 

 His face sank lower, the hands that were resting on your knees sliding down until they curled around the back of your upper thighs, pushing them further apart and up. 

His nose brushed against your mound and then you felt his hot breath blowing against your center, causing a loud whimper to escape your lips, your fingers gripping at the sheets below.

 “Thank you for the meal.” he smirked against you, eyes flickering towards you before his mouth enveloped you completely.

 You cried out.

 Kuroo’s mouth was like a furnace as he lapped at your cunt carefully, flattening his tongue against your soaked entrance before flicking it up towards your swollen bundle of nerves.

 The pink muscle easily swirled against your clit, lazy almost, before dipping back into your slit, moving in and out of you perfectly.

 Your chest was heaving at this point, your fingers reaching down to tangle into his already messy hair, urging him closer.

 His grip on your thighs tightened, his tongue moving against you faster as he felt you drip onto his tongue.

 “Tetsurou.” you whimpered. “I’m close, so close.” you slurred, the familiar tightness within your belly coiling rapidly.

 Kuroo pulled himself away immediately, a loud whine tearing through your lips.

 “N-No! Why did you stop?” You cried out, the tightness residing immediately, the dull ache of your cunt begging for more attention, for release.

 Kuroo stood above you, a devilish grin stretching across his face as you whined pitifully at him. One of the hands that was gripping your thigh suddenly came down, swatting at your swollen cunt with a sharp sting.

 You cried out in surprise as your body jolted with pleasure. His fingers gently running up and down your soaked folds, pressing down gently against your bundle of nerves.

 “I know I said I would make you feel good, but… there needs to be some kind of punishment too. Since you tried breaking up with me, and you kept secrets from me.” he chuckled, his eyes held nothing but warmth though, filled to the brim with love and lust. 

Suddenly Kuroo was hauling you up, easily pulling you back onto his lap, you could feel his hard member rubbing against the curve of your ass and then he was shifting you up once more and - another loud cry tore through your lips as he sheathed himself inside of you completely.

 The stretch burned as you struggled to accommodate his size, you would never get to this stretch, to him being buried deep inside of you.

 He hushed you tenderly, his lips pressing gently against your temple. His breath came out in hot, wet pants against the side of your neck.

 “Look at you.” he breathed, his eyes focused on the mirror that was propped against your wall, facing your bed. “Look at how fucking beautiful you are. Look at how well you take my cock kitten.” 

 Your eyes were screwed closed as you struggled to adjust to the new intrusion in your body. When you finally opened your eyes a loud mewl tore through your swollen lips.

 Kuroo had your back pressed tightly against his chest, your legs hung over the side of his muscular thighs, his thick member buried deep in your cunt.

 The scene before you was incredibly lewd. The way your pussy lips were stretched around his thick cock was on full display, your bare body covered in sweat and flushed red. The dazed look on your face and the tears gathering in your eyes; it was too much.

 Kuroo had his chin resting against your shoulder, his eyes never leaving the mirror as he took in every inch of you.

 “S-So embarrassing.” You whined again, attempting to turn your face away so you no longer had to stare at yourself in the mirror.

 Kuroo wasn’t having any of that, his strong fingers gripped your chin easily, forcing your head back towards the front. 

 “Don’t look away.” he commanded into the shell of your ear. “I want you to watch.” he began moving, his hips bucking up, sliding in and out of your velvety walls. “I want you to see how absolutely perfect you are. I want you to see how well you take my cock, I want you to see yourself cum. I want you to see how good I make you feel.”

 Your lips were parted, moans spilling out of your mouth as you watched the way your breasts moved with each hard thrust of his hips, the way your cunt stretched around his swollen member that continuously disappeared inside of your body.

 “You make the sweetest faces. Fuck look at how wet you are for me kitten.” Kuroo groaned lowly into your ear, his tongue flickering out against the skin. His eyes never left your form, cat-like and dangerous as you took what he gave you.

 “Do you hear that?” he murmured lowly. “Fuck you’re so soaked for me.” over the rustling of sheets and your moans the soft squelching noises of your soaked cunt could be heard.

 “Should I make you cum?” he breathed, his hand reaching down, his fingers brushing against your parted folds that were stretched tightly around his cock. His eyes were glued to the obscene image before him, memorized with the way you engulfed him completely. 

 “Please.” you sobbed, overstimulated tears now rolling down your cheeks. “Tetsu, please.” 

 He moaned softly, fingers reaching up to rub at your clit. 

 It didn’t take long before you began unraveling, from the quick swipes of his fingers against your bundle of nerves, from the way that his member filled you to the brim, reaching a devastating depth within you, it was no wonder you were reaching your end so quickly.

 You watched as your cunt gushed around him, trickling down his balls and staining the sheets below.

 “Fuck.” he hissed, teeth sinking into your bare shoulder as you convulsed against him. You were panting, crying at the rush of pleasure still coursing through your body.

 Kuroo stayed buried inside of you, waiting for you to catch your breath, your walls fluttering around him. He wouldn’t last long. But he needed you to cum again.

 “Give me another one kitten, I know you can do it.” he cooed, and then his hips started jack hammering into your core, hard and fast as his fingers worked against your clit once again.

 It was too much, overstimulating, sharp and biting, and you took it all. 

You sobbed loudly as your end approached, faster this time, but far more devastating. Especially when you felt his release, Kuroo painted your insides a beautiful white as he spilled himself deep within your core.

 You could feel your ears ringing, vaguely registering his gentle praises as he stretched you across the bed, sliding out of your puffy and swollen cunt carefully. You could feel his warmth seeping out, trailing down the length of your legs, but you were far too exhausted to care, to clean up.

 He pulled the sheets over your body pulling you against his sweaty chest, his strong fingers brushing away the hair that clung to the sides of your face.

 “I love you.” he breathed, a gentle smile covering his lips as he gazed down at you. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

 You sighed softly, a sweet smile grazing your lips as you stared back at him. “I love you Tetsu. I don’t ever want to be without you again.” you nuzzled your face into his chest, his arms wrapping around your body tightly.

 “I didn’t spend all that time convincing you to go out with me for you to leave so quickly. You’re stuck with me, and my stupid club.” he grinned at you.

 “That’s okay. I really missed spending time with Kenma.”

 “Oi.”

[cherryyharryy]

this request went above the character limit so basically the one with 🌸 is the continuation.. my request is basically an angst to fluff where y/n and harry are together the fans know it’s not confirmed but everyone knows they’re together and she’s been getting lots of hate recently and she’s frustrated and upset harry won’t defend her and she’s pestering him why in a fight and he says something along the lines of “ i don’t want people to know i’m with you” meaning he’s scared if he confirms...

don’t from the one ending in confirms .. he’s basically scared if he confirms y/n is his gf the hate will get worse but she takes it to mean he’s embarrassed by her and essentially gives him an ultimatum kinda ( idk a better word than that) of either he sticks up for her and tells them to stop hating on her or she’s breaking up with him bc she can’t be with someone who can’t bother defending her

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Thank you! I liked this idea, but I still feel like I suck at fluff lol. But I hope it’s okay

WC: 1.4K

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The starchy scent of cigarettes replaces the bite of pasta you slip into your mouth. You choke down the food and subtly cover your nose, although it does no good.

“Okay?” Harry squints across the table, the spring air catching on a few curls laced together across his forehead.

You nod, but roll your eyes, angling your head to the man sitting not far enough, with a coffee and ultra lights. His face is hidden by a newspaper when you turn to catch a look, smoke escaping from behind. “I can taste it.”

“Yeah that’s kinda rude.”

You wait a moment before speaking. “Yes. It is.”

When you look again, a plump, hairy arm extends across the table to dig the bud into a tea plate. You let your irritation slip away and continue eating, only to double up on your anger when you hear the flick of a lighter once again.

“I’m gonna ask him to stop.”

“Wait.” Harry catches your hand before you stand up. “We can just go inside.”

“What? No, we shouldn’t have to move because he’s being inconsiderate.”

“We’re outside, love, not much anyone can tell him.”

“I can tell him to stop being an ass.” You push away from the table, but Harry grabs your wrist. 

“Baby, please, just let it go. Don’t start a scene.”

“A scene?” You settle back into your chair. “Are you kidding?”

“What?”

You suck in a breath, regretfully, as it’s filled with smoke. “Do you have any idea how many times you’ve said something like that to me in the past month?”

“I just don’t want you to draw unwanted attention to yourself.” He shrugs and sips his coffee. The tips of his ears are red, he’s clearly uncomfortable, but you’re in no mood to let him off. “Don’t want you to have to deal with it.”

“Is that so?”

He nods, unsure if answering you is what you even want.

“I’ve had to deal with a lot of shit,” you lower your voice and lean over the table, “and no one even knows for sure that we’re dating.”

“Shhhh.” You see his brows dip down below his sunglasses, frowning behind the tinted frames. 

“Oh I’m sorry. Forgot how to act for a minute. Y’know, maybe you should write up a list of rules you want me to follow so I know how to behave.” 

You don’t wait for a reply, successfully leaving the table this time as you march off the patio and towards Harry’s car parked down the block. In an alley. Where the two of you waited until foot traffic died down before going to lunch thirty minutes ago. 

The door’s locked so you lean against it, shuffling your feet so you’re not in the sun, or in sight of any passersby. 

The car beeps before you see Harry round the corner. His head is down until you’re both inside, turning the air on and pulling out onto the street without a word. Until he can’t take it anymore.

“Listen, I know I make things harder, but it’s only for security.”

“Security of what exactly?”

“Us…”

“I’m not sure what security you’re referring to, because I’ve gotten more death threats in the past two weeks than I would have liked.” You roll your head to look at him, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the road. 

“Know that.” He grips the wheel and exhales through clenched teeth. “But it could be worse.”

“I doubt that.” You pull up instagram and scroll through some of the latest comments you’ve gotten, looking for one in particular. Clearing your throat, you recite the message. “I don’t know why you bother with him. It’s sad, how clingy you are and obviously using him. How does it feel to have a dollar sign as a boyfriend? Pathetic. Use that car he gave you to do something useful and run yourself over.”

“Baby, please stop—”

“No, Harry, you have no idea what kind of fucked up things are sent to me. And we haven’t even confirmed anything!”

“I do know! You think I haven’t gotten shitty messages? Like I haven’t been through all this before?”

“Then what’s the point! Why even bother hiding our relationship if none of this goes away? It really hurts when you don’t at least stick up for me when someone makes a snarky comment when we’re in public. Girlfriend or not, I’m a human being, and you just let everything slide so we don’t cause a damn scene.”

“I do too stick up for you!”

“No you don’t! You just suggest we leave. One time you walked away and left me in the middle of a store.”

“I just don’t want people to know we’re together!”

Silence.

Not another word, not another sound until the gate to Harry’s private property screeches open and he pulls up to his house. You’re out of the car before it’s even parked, storming inside with no plan other than to get away from him before you say something you’ll regret.

He calls after you, your name echoing through his huge house, as you make your way up a set of stairs and into a guest room. You slam the door and fling yourself onto the bed, finally letting the tears fall.

He knocks at the door but doesn't wait for your answer, barging in with one last cry of your name. He deflates upon seeing you, crumbles upon hearing your sobs. “Baby.” His hand settles between your shoulder blades as he leans down to brush your hair from your face. “I didn’t mean it like that. Not like it sounds.”

“What the hell could you have meant?” Your words are choppy and tight, catching in your throat before you force them out. “If you’re not gonna defend me, then I can’t have this. Us. I’m not gonna be with someone who cares more about protecting the feelings of complete strangers than his own girlfriend.”

“I do care about you—”

“Like hell you do. That’s why you buy me all kinds of stuff. Make me over so I’m presentable. If you’re that embarrassed to be with me, why would you even ask me out?” A sob takes over. Harry tries rubbing your back, but you shake him off. 

“What—embarrassed? The last thing I am is embarrassed. I’m proud to be with you. I love you, and I only buy you stuff because I can afford to do so.” You turn to face him, your vision blurred with tears. “Then why can’t you stick up for me? I’m not asking you to fight with everyone who leaves a negative comment, but something, Harry. I need someone who’s on my team.”

His voice stutters. Similar words he’s used before, referring to the two of you as a team, strike a nerve. He blinks away a few tears of his own. “You’re right. I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry I’ve been letting you down.”

You shuffle up on your knees, encouraging him to join you on the bed, and in a hug. “You’ve never let me down. We just haven’t been on the same page with all this.” You sigh, wiping away a few remaining tears. “I understand why you haven’t wanted to say anything, but I think we’re past the point of keeping us a secret.”

“Was tryin’ to hold onto that as long as I could.”

You both climb off the bed, and Harry takes your hand, pulling you into his chest. 

“We can have privacy without secrecy.”

He kisses your head. “May not be as private as you think.”

“I know…” You step back to look up at him, letting your hands slip down his arms to rest in his palms. “But it’ll take a little pressure off.”

His brows raise in thought, and he drops your hand to pull his phone from his jacket. Without a word, he scrolls through his photos until he finds one he likes, holding it up for you to see. “My favorite.”

Next thing you know, he’s posting the picture of you two from a few weeks ago—when you’d gone out to dinner with Jeff and Glenne, all dressed up with less than sober smiles on your faces—to Instagram.

“It feels weird now,” you mumble.

“Don’t tell me you change your mind?” Harry chuckles.

“No, no—I’m happy. Proud to call you mine.”

“Never gonna let you feel like I don’t have your back,” he leans down to kiss your nose, “ever. Promise.” 

[holidaywishes]

there’s something about her...

Requested: 👍

  Summary/Request: Just a little request if you’re ever looking for one maybe Freddie Andersen meeting his really shy gf for the first time maybe at a bar or something and she’s been dragged there by her friends and she isn’t really happy about it but then they meet and even though Fred can tell she’s really shy he can’t help but fall in love with her that night

  Warning: probably some fluff but nothing more

  Author’s Note: I’m so sorry, anon, that I’m only getting to this now. Hopefully, this short little imagine is kind of what you’re looking for. I had fun with it because I feel like I’m very much this type of girl; the shy girl who kind of stays in the background and lets her friends drag her places but really wants to fall in love and have them love her back. I intended it to be longer but I liked leaving the ending a bit open ended (will they ever meet again? will they still feel the same if/when they meet again?) so that’s why I did that!

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  “Come on, (Y/N)!” Claire yelled to you from the bathroom while she got ready, trying to get you to agree to come out with the girls tonight, “you can’t just stay here!”

  “What’s the difference, Claire?” you yelled back with a chuckle, “I’ll be hanging back while I’m there anyway, while you all soak up the attention”

  “Then don’t do that!” she giggled, finally coming back to where you were sitting, “look, you’re never going to have any fun if you don’t put yourself out there.”

  “And you’ll never meet anyone if you don’t settle down...” you countered, referring to Claire’s many suitors over the years

  “I don’t want to settle down,” she laughed, “I’m just having fun right now. Something you really should be doing, don’t you think?” You thought about the words for a minute before the rest of the girls barged in through Claire’s front door

  “Doesn’t who think what?” Jackie asked

  “Doesn’t (Y/N) think she should be having fun” Claire answered

  “YES!” Emily exclaimed, “we’ve been saying that for years!”

  “She just never wants to” Alisha added

  “She,” you scoffed, “is sitting right here.”

  “(Y/N),” Claire continued, “we just know that you could be so much happier if you didn’t sit out on the sidelines.”

  “Guys, you know how hard it is for me.” You sighed, “it’s one thing to get up in front of a class and give a prepared presentation but I’m too shy to try and have a conversation with a stranger...”

  “It’s not that hard” Emily said plainly, grabbing a drink from Claire’s fridge

  “Not for you guys,” you argued, “but I just can’t do it. My hands are sweating just thinking about it”

  “It’s not like you’re looking for true love,” Claire said, “or the man you’re going to marry”

  “Not that you couldn’t,” Jackie defended, “if you wanted to look for true love you absolutely could. But you don’t have to...”

  “Right, right,” Claire scoffed, “just come with us. Have a drink, dance a little, laugh a little and just have a good time.”

  “We promise,” Alisha said softly, “if, at any point, you want to leave, tell us. We won’t stop you.”

  “I don’t know...” you huffed. You had really hoped they would drop it and let you stay home but when they wouldn’t drop it, you realized you weren’t going to win this argument

  “It’s one night” Jackie pleaded and you were forced to reluctantly agree; quickly putting on some makeup and fixing your hair

  “You’re really going to wear that?” Claire laughed

  “I don’t have anything else, I wasn’t planning on going...” you laughed, “besides, I thought if I did go, it really wouldn’t matter what I wore.”

  “I think you look great!” Emily complimented and you smiled at her, mouthing ‘thank you’ to her before the rest of the group hurried their way to the car waiting for them outside. Once you got to the bar, you shook your head before thanking the driver and hopping out of the car, shuffling across the street to meet your friends in line. The entire night was almost exactly as it usually was; you danced with your friends, you had a few less drinks than them so at least one of you could stay responsible enough to get home and the guys at the bar huddled around your girlfriends to buy them drinks while you kept to yourself.

  “(Y/N)!” Emily called, trying to get you to come to the bar and talk to the guys surrounding the group, “guys, this is our bestie, (Y/N). (Y/N), these are the guys...”

  “Hey...” the guys shrugged at you as they acknowledged your existence

  “Hey,” you replied politely before taking a seat at the bar, “can I get a Tequila Soda please?” Emily tried some more to get the guys to involve you in conversation while Alisha and Claire tried to get you to say something, anything, to the strangers but you wouldn’t. Every time you opened your mouth to say something, the bartender would come by and the guys would order your friends a drink -- turning their backs to you -- so, you just let them ignore you and you would ignore them. You were just about to call it a night when someone sat next to you and held your attention. He smiled at you as his arm bumped into your hand while he situated himself on the bar stool and you felt your heart flutter with anticipation; would he say something or would he just pretend like you weren’t there?

  “Hi” he finally said, flashing another small smile in your direction

  “Hi” you replied softly, looking down at your drink bashfully.

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Freddie’s P.O.V

  You waited for her to introduce herself. You had seen her stare at you after your arm brushed her skin and you know you felt something but when she didn’t say anything, you weren’t sure if she was ever going to.

  “Hi” you finally said to grab her attention

  “Hi” she said quietly before smiling an looking down

  “I’m Freddie,” you continued, outstretching your hand to her, “nice to meet you”

  “(Y/N),” she smiled, shaking your hand as her eyes locked onto yours, “nice to meet you”

  “So...” you chuckled, “how come you’re all alone at the bar?”

  “What makes you think I’m alone?” she said coyly, attempting to be mysterious you were sure

  “I just.. don’t see anyone”

  “My friends,” she gestured behind her before looking at a large group of people laughing, “are just a little preoccupied with themselves...”

  “Well maybe they’re not as good of friends as you think” you countered, cocking your eyebrows before taking a sip of your beer

  “What about you, smart guy?” she scoffed, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, “where are your friends?”

  “They’re over there,” you pointed to where Mitch and Mo were sitting, “I just came to grab a drink. Then I saw you...”

  “Oh,” she smiled and looked down again, “well.. I-- I don’t want to keep you”

  “I’d much rather stay here with you then go back to them”

  “You would?” she asked and something about the way her voice shook told you that she hadn’t ever been approached this way

  “Of course!” you smiled, asking if you could buy her another drink and she nodded. The two of you sat there for the majority of the night while her friends, and the guys surrounding them, hopped back and forth between the bar and the dance floor; never asking her if she wanted to join them but she didn’t seem to mind. She talked and you listened, you talked and she listened. You watched as her eyes lit up and she explained her love of cheesy rom-coms and her irrational anger for people who believed Beauty and the Beast was Stockholm Syndrome. You tried your best to stay calm while you told her about Game of Thrones after she told you she couldn’t make it past the first few episodes but it didn’t last long. Her hand shyly grazed against yours that was resting on the bar top while your other hand edged slowly up her thigh; stopping briefly to gauge her reaction

  “(Y/N)!” you heard one her friends call to her, stealing her attention from you for just a second

  “Sorry,” she replied as she squeezed your hand, “I just have to talk to them for a second...”

  “We have to go home” one of the girls whined

  “None of us drove” another complained

  “I can call you guys an Uber...” (Y/N) tried but the girls didn’t seem to take the hint

  “Come on!” the last two girls whined while the last, who you heard (Y/N) call Jackie, continued the thought, “you’re sober! We’re not! You wouldn’t leave us alone would you?” You couldn’t believe they were guilt-tripping her but, from everything you’d learned about her tonight, you knew she would do as they asked, so you wrote down your number on a coaster.

  “I’m sorry. They need their mother hen...” she sighed with a smile, “it was really nice to meet you, Freddie. I hope we can see each other again.”

  “Here’s my number,” you smiled while you handed her the coaster, “I’ll be eagerly awaiting your call”

  “Call? So you’re old school huh?” she joked before her friends called her again

  “(Y/N)!” you watched as she winced at their voices and you laughed to yourself

  “I’m sorry,” she scoffed, looking down at the floor, “I really should go.” Before she could completely walk away, you leaned close to her and pressed her lips gently to her cheek, “have a good night, Freddie” she smiled and you noticed Mitch and Mo begin to walk toward you

  “Have a good night, (Y/N)” you said as she walked away.

  “Fred?” Mo called to grab your attention

  “Yoo hoo, Big Red,” Mitch added, waving his hand in front of your face, “anyone in there?”

  “Yeah,” you finally said, scoffing at their attempts to get you to focus on them, “what’s up?”

  “Dude.. why did you spend the whole night talking to that girl?” Mo asked

  “What does that mean?” you said with a bite to your tone

  “Instead of hanging out with us!” Mitch added

  “I just mean.. I don’t know she doesn’t seem like you’re type” Mo continued

  “I think she is. I think she’s exactly my type” you smiled as you remembered every feature of (Y/N)’s face and the way her hair fell across her shoulders

  “Fred,” Mitch said, sitting down in the bar stool next to you, “she barely spoke to anyone before you sat down. We noticed her friends first, had they not yelled at her at the end of the night, we never would’ve known she was with them”

  “So she’s quiet. She’s not one for big nights out like this. Her friends dragged her here and she didn’t want to cause a scene, so she came.” You waited for one of them to say something about how the girls you’d been with up ‘til now were the opposite of her, so you could say ‘maybe that was the point’ but neither of them did.

  “I don’t get it,” Mo scoffed as he sat down and ordered a last beer before closing his tab, “what’s so special about this girl?”

  “I don’t know.” You smiled to yourself, recalling the feeling you got from (Y/N) the entire night. Sure, she wasn’t boisterous like some of her friends and she wasn’t an athlete like Hilary had been and she wasn’t what a lot of guys in the league would be into, “but there’s something about her...” 

[jawnjendes]

bonus: why is their luck in a deeply sad moment? | shawn mendes

some type of au idk man, shawn x goth ex gf

WARNING: there is talk of death and suicide in this chapter. read at your own risk.

AN: i cant squeeze this into the next big fic nor can i fit it into shawn meets bc everyone hated it so its a bonus in the gg story lmao also im starying the Next Big Fic in a few days :)

masterlist | annalise’s playlist

2026.

"Sometimes I think about the what ifs,"  Ann said, “but I like where I am. I like what I’ve made for myself.”

Shawn had to invite her over to his house a second time, because the first time left him with many questions unanswered. He couldn’t be mad at what she said, though. He was in the same boat; he liked the life he made. You know, without the crushing loss and run in with the supernatural.

“Well, I’m happy for you,” he told her, and he really meant it. “I’m glad we were able to successfully do our own things straight after breaking up.”

“Nothing like filling the void in your heart with work!” Ann replied with a giggle. She moved a strand of hair behind her ear, and that’s when Shawn noticed something.

He took her hand and noticed a tattoo on the side of her middle finger: The Triforce.

“You got inked?” he asked, impressed.

“Oh, that’s nothing,” she replied, grabbing her sleeve to roll it up.

There was a sword on her inner arm. It was varying in shades of blue, and it also had the Triforce on it. Shawn recognized it as the Master Sword from the Legend of Zelda games.

“All this is is proof that I’m a nerd,” Ann said as she rolled her sleeve back down. “I notice you have some more ink also… and that you still wear shirts half buttoned.” She pointed to his chest.

Her finger poked the exposed skin. It shouldn’t have been as tingly as it was. Shawn smiled and placed his hand over his chest.

“More than just that,” he told her. “But I can’t show you all of them.”

Maybe it was a little risky to say that. Shawn would have taken it back if Ann’s cheeks hadn’t gone a shade of pink.

“I could say the same thing…”

Shawn quickly came to learn just how many tattoos Ann had gotten over the years. A snake and tombstones on her other arm. Feather on her collarbone, roses on her shoulder. A quote reading, “...but I’m not anymore” with stars around it on her ribcage. Something on her wrist that Shawn didn’t catch because he was busy pressing his lips to her hips and taking off her pants, where he found another tattoo. “Lucky you.” He certainly felt it.

Everything about their time together was so familiar, so easy and almost home-like. Ann’s skin touching his. Her lips perfectly molding over his. The quiet, needy gasps they both released into the bedroom. It was like going back in time, and they were in Shawn’s Toronto apartment instead of his multimillion dollar condo in LA. It was soft and slow, despite Shawn pinning Ann’s arms above her head. He didn’t outgrow that particular move, and she still seemed to like it.

Shawn had never been happier to have been on a break more than now. Most one night stands in the past began and ended very quickly, because he was on tour or in between interviews or on a break for one day. This was one person that he didn’t want to leave behind. They lied down, sweaty and dazed, facing each other. It was silent, but not awkward. Everything had a nice haze around it.

That was also when Shawn finally made out what the tattoo on Ann’s wrist was. He picked his head up in confusion.

“Is… are those torches?” he asked. “Upside down? Just like mine… and are those my initials?”

It was simple line art, less intricate than his own. Torches in an X, with “SM” right below them. Shawn has been floored many times, and this was no exception.

Ann picked her head up as well. “It’s not what it looks like.”

Shawn looked down at his chest, his torches were exactly the same, sans the initials. He wanted to give Ann the benefit of the doubt, that this wasn’t some creepy fangirl thing. Some of his one night stands ended up like that, and it wasn’t exactly easy to forget.

“It’s for a friend of mine,” Ann explained, sitting up and covering her front with the blanket. She took note of the look on Shawn’s face. “Keeping someone’s light on beyond death, remember? I assume yours is for someone too.”

They were both sitting up now, and Shawn relaxed. However, he only relaxed a little bit because now it was time to get deep.

“Mine’s for Brian. He died last year.”

Ann’s face fell. “No. Brian, your best friend? Brian, the one who constantly took the piss outta me?”

He nodded. “He was… there was an accident. Flight of stairs. Instantly killed.” It was all lies, but no human would understand.

A hand went over his, squeezing. “I’m so sorry. He just, he just fell down some stairs?”

“A lot of stairs. I don’t know I guess he was running or something. There was no way to save him. People in the house heard the crash, but by the time they found him - when I found him - it was too late.” He had told this version many times, enough times to where he could almost believe it himself.

“Fuck, man. That’s… that’s fucking terrible,” Ann said sympathetically. “But I seriously can’t believe you just told me that.”

“Why?”

“Because now I have to tell you that mine is for Stella. Those are her initials.”

Stella Martinez. Now Shawn felt a little stupid… but surprised, and he was met with a sinking feeling in his stomach. He couldn’t believe it for a second, but it fully processed in his head, and his heart began to break.

“Stella from college? Stella, who was your literal opposite and also your best friend?”

Ann solemnly nodded. Then she looked down. “She… she killed herself.”

Shawn was stunned into silence, the tightness in his chest only intensifying. The entire time he knew Stella, she was always so positive and bubbly. She was the opposite of suicidal. That’s why it was such a shock… and so sad. Oh god, who was going to tell Camila?

“When did Brian go to the other side?” Ann asked after a moment.

“A year ago last month,” Shawn replied. “And Stella?”

Ann raised an eyebrow. “Two years ago last month...”

It was a strange coincidence, but still upsetting. Both Shawn and Ann lost their best friends at the same time of the year. The urge to spill everything was thick in the air. Still, neither of them said anything for a while.

Instead, Ann reached down to the floor to pick up her clothes. Shawn’s eyes were stuck on her and that was when he spotted another word on her back. Nightmare. Small font, right shoulder blade, surrounded by a cluster of skulls. Then, he realized what she was doing.

“Are you leaving?”

She looked up, bra in hand. She was quiet as she put it back on.

“No. No, I’m not going anywhere.”

And she crawled back into bed. She made the point to keep a distance from Shawn, who was still naked. He was on his side, looking at the woman before him. Only Ann could have sex with him and bring up the subject of death. That brought a new point to mind.

“How do you enjoy death?” he asked. “I think I’ve asked you this before, but after losing someone and attending their funeral, I’m having a hard time understanding your perspective.”

Ann took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling. “I don’t enjoy the act of dying. People die every day in horrible ways. People mourn and fall into depression because of death. That’s not something to enjoy.”

“So what’s your deal with it?”

“I’m just embracing the face that it’s inevitable. I do that for myself. I will die eventually, or tomorrow-”

Shawn made a face; he didn’t like that thought.

“It doesn’t make it any easier when someone I know goes,” Ann continued. “You’d think with all the research I’ve done it would be. The ones we love leave this mortal plane, and all they leave is their absence. And that alone is a lot to process.”

“What’s the hardest part?”

“The what if’s.”

Shawn asked because he really wanted to know more about what happened to Stella. He had to know the things that led up to the tragedy, mostly because he knew Camila would ask for details, even if they were hard to hear.

He figured he should spill his side first.

“The last thing I said to Brian was to get the hell out of my room,” he began. “We were fighting, fighting over something so fucking stupid, and I was so pissed at him. That was our last interaction. He fell down the stairs because he was trying to find me in this big huge mansion…”

Ann sat up a little bit, hand over her chest. “Here?”

“Oh no, not here. I was staying at a friend’s house in London for a work thing. Place was huge, easy to get lost in,” Shawn clarified. “Brian, Andrew, all of them were leaving back to Toronto and I didn’t want to go just yet. Part of it was because I was still pissed. Maybe if I had run into him first before he fell… If I hadn’t kicked him out of my room a few nights prior… If I was less of an asshole…”

“Maybe you would have slipped on the stairs,” Ann told him. “Maybe you guys would have had an even bigger argument later that would have ended your friendship. There’s no way to tell, and sometimes that’s what sucks the most.”

Huh. Most people tell him not to dwell on it. No wonder Ann was a shrink now.

“Losing someone is one of the hardest things we, as humans, have to face,” she said. “It’s not easy in the slightest. Besides, the grieving period takes about three to five years, so you - we - are still in the beginning stages of it. Thinking about the what ifs, what you want to change, what you wish you could say to Brian - all of that is normal.”

The two of them let those words settle for a moment. Shawn’s eyes were a little misty, and redirecting the topic was probably not going to help. But he laid his stuff out on the table.

“What about you?” he asked.

“Me?”

“Your what ifs?”

Ann paused, looking around the room. “What if I had put my Master’s to use and noticed the goddamn signs?”

Shawn watched her, hoping she would at least return the eye contact.

“I’m an expert in this shit,” she said. “I have the years of school, the degrees, and the licenses for detecting things like this. I only figured it out the moment her dad called me.”

“How do you detect when someone is suicidal?”

“In her case, she was elated. When someone makes that decision, they reach a state of euphoria because they know their pain is about to end.”

“But Stella was always-”

“Believe me, I know. I hadn’t talked to her since graduating in Toronto, so I thought she hadn’t changed at all. But I would see on her social media, she just moved back to her parents’ house in Florida, and she hinted that she wasn’t happy about it.”

As if Shawn couldn’t take another blow. Come to think of it, he never heard much about Stella’s home life. He didn’t even think that it could be a negative place for her.

“I was in Jacksonville for work,” Ann continued, “so I hit her up, and we met up for lunch. We talked for about an hour, and she said that I was always a good friend and college wife and that she’ll always love me. And my stone hearted ass just said ‘cool, you don’t suck’ and that was that. A month later, she’s as blue as the pills she took.”

“Ooo…” Shawn sighed, cringing at that mental image. Sweet, warm hearted Stella cold and lifeless. Call it morbid, awful thinking, but Shawn wished Brian looked like that in death instead of the bloody mess he turned out to be.

“Yeah. And her parents had her embalmed and put in an airtight casket, but that’s a whole other rant.” Ann waved it off and lied back down.

Shawn didn’t know what else to do except lie down as well. While sharing the stories of how their friends died, he couldn’t help but feel just a little bit closer to Ann. The first time they met, it took fighting tooth and nail to get her to open up. Now, Shawn felt okay silently reached for her hand, and tenderly holding it in his.

Both of them winded up at the same awards show. Both lost their best friends. Both got the same type of tattoo to honor them. Neither of them anticipated meeting again. This couldn’t be a coincidence.

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[studiobeebo]

this is actually my first time making a request so i dont know if im doing this right LOL but can i request a scenario where bakugou’s gf and his mom are out just hanging out and bonding ? like they go have lunch together , go to the nail salon , or whatever you can think of and just chat about life , bakugou , and suchy such

kjhkjdf this is So Fucking Cute I loved writing it so tysm! I hope this is alright, i feel like it kinda got off track jhgjd

“Oh hey your mom texted me..” You muttered, hanging upside down off the end of Katsuki’s bed while scrolling through your phone. For once, you didn’t procrastinate on a writing assignment that class 1-A had received, but you decided to just hang around in Bakugou’s room while he worked on his own paper at his desk. He grumbled out a quiet “Hm.”, obviously not really paying attention to what you were saying and instead focusing on the task at hand. You rolled your eyes at his dismissive attitude, but continued on anyways with a smile on your face.

“I was telling her about how you ate shit yesterday on our way to school. She told me to tell you that you’re a loser.”

You smirked upon seeing him flinch and his furiously typing fingers hault for a moment. He thought his mom was a pain in the ass, but when he finally introduced you to her a few months prior, he had no idea as to what sort of monster he was creating with the two of you combined. His mother absolutely adored you and you thought she was incredibly unique and independent. Whenever you were over for dinner or something, it was an endless loop of his mom whacking him on the back of the head and telling him to treat you better after making some snarky comment towards you. Then when he retaliated, you’d get on him about respecting his mother and blah blah blah. Your strong personality was part of the reason he had fallen for you, but sometimes it was hard to handle. Then again, he knew he wasn’t always exactly pleasant, so he was okay with dealing with your sassiness here and there.

“Well tell her I couldn’t give any less fucks about what she’s got to say.” He spoke through gritted teeth before slowly getting back into his writing.

“Damn that’s all you got? Laaame.~” You teased, though you did send his message just because you knew his mom would think that comeback was just as sad as you did. You loved your little firecracker, but he was just so fun to tease sometimes and you were more than a little bored. You could very well spend your entire afternoon bothering your boyfriend, but you figured by the end of the day, one of you would end up whacking the other if you did that. After a few minutes of silence between the two of you, you sat up from your strange position and stretched your arms above your head before scooching off of Katsuki’s bed and making your way over to him before leaning over and resting your chin atop his head.

“Does your mom like cafe’s?” You questioned, never moving from your spot.

Bakugou raised a brow and moved his head out from under you before swiveling around in his chair so he could face you.

“The hell you need to know that for?”

“Well I was going to ask if she’d like to go out to lunch. I haven’t really seen her much since we were transferred over to the dorms..” You hummed, your thoughts trailing off a bit. Maybe it was a bit strange to casually hang out with an adult, but she was such a great woman and you really did enjoy her company.

Katsuki shrugged and turned back in his seat, having to find his focus yet again. “Yeah she’d probably say yes, though don’t expect that hag to pamper you or anythin’.” He’d never say it, but he was slightly jealous that you wanted to hang out with her when you could hang out with him, but he was busy so it wasn’t like there was much he could do about it anyways. You nodded and messaged Mitsuki, asking her the same thing you had just asked Katsuki. To your delight, she agreed to meeting up with you at a little dessert cafe that was halfway between her home and the dorms. With a smile on your face, you gave Katsuki a quick kiss on the cheek and a cheery goodbye before heading back to your room to grab your purse and heading out to meet up with Mitsuki.

When Mitsuki saw you approach her, she couldn’t help but tilt her head to the side a bit in confusion before letting out a laugh. “Look at you, it’s only been a few months and you already look so different!” She exclaimed, opening her arms for a hug to which you happily accepted while letting out a chuckle of your own.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“That depends, that idiot Katsuki hasn’t been changing you too much has he?” She asked while pushing open the door to the cafe and allowing you in first. She knew her son was a bit..abrasive, and even though you had a bit of an attitude on your own, she’d hate to see you become as aggressive and angry as that boy always is.

“Pfft,  nah, I can handle him just fine without having to stoop to his level.” You joked, already making your way to the front counter to wait for some assistance.

Mitsuki smiled and shook her head, her eyes scanning the menu items listed on the wall ahead of the two of you. “How is he anyways. You’d think that little shit would at least call his mother on the weekends.”

“He’s good, he-” You stopped, trying to think of the best way to word things. “He’s doing a bit better.”

Katsuki wasn’t perfect, both you and Mitsuki knew that, but he’d been struggling with fighting his inner battles a lot more than usual lately. To the untrained eye it was hard to tell, it just seemed like he was just as grumpy as usual, but if you caught him at the right time you could see emotions swimming in his eyes other than anger. Regret, guilt, confusion, it was all there, just not very easy to see. But he was getting better, and it seemed like he was starting to figure himself out a bit more. Hearing your words was enough to settle Mitsuki’s worries though. She was a bit different from most, but she was still a mother and Katsuki was still her son.

“Well, I’m glad he has someone there to take care of him when he can’t come crying to mommy.” She said, knowing well that he’d never do such a thing anyways. “So at least let me pay for you lunch hun, as a thank you.” She said, stepping up next to you once you finished ordering and as you were about to pull out your own wallet.

“Oh no, that’s okay I ca-”

“Add a small coffee and a blueberry danish to that order, please.” She spoke over you, handing over her card to the cashier before you had the chance to say anything else.

“You may not recognize it at times, but that boy needs you much more than you think.” She said, her tone coming across as both serious and soft, but she meant every word. If he was getting better, she knew you had something to do with it, but she also knew Katsuki would never come out and say so, so she decided to say it for him. You smiled softly and nodded, your face becoming a bit warm in response to her kind words. “So please continue to deal with him, if you can.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream of letting him go.”

[jaynaneeya]

Happy Holidays, @roxymoron101! It’s your Secret Santa. Sorry I’m posting this so late in the day...I got kind of carried away and it turned out a bit longer than I intended. Hope you like this post-epilogue Wellenore fic!

Prompt:  Wellenore Fake dating! (Maybe someone told family about having a bf/gf and now the family wants to meet them for Xmas)

Christmas preparations were in full swing at Edgar Allan Poe’s house when science-fiction-writer-turned-time-traveling-ghost HG Wells arrived on December 23rd. HG suspected that it was the first time that this or any other holiday had been celebrated there. Edgar wasn’t really the celebrating type. But his ghost girlfriend, Annabel Lee, certainly was, and the way she lit up with joy at even the mention of lights and ornaments was enough to melt any Scrooge’s heart. She had recruited HG, in addition to all of their other ghost friends, to help turn Edgar’s bleak mansion into the most festive home in Baltimore.

As soon as HG Wells walked through the door, Annabel thrust a coil of lights into his arms. “Mr. Wells, will you please wrap these around the handrail of the main staircase?” she requested.

“Certainly,” he agreed, relieved that his first assignment was relatively simple, and he set to work. So engrossed was he in his task that he didn’t notice that he wasn’t alone.

“Hey, Costco Optical,” a voice behind him said so suddenly that HG jumped, lost his balance, and fell down the stairs. Ghosts were subject to far more laws of physics than he would have liked, but at least he couldn’t get hurt. Laying on his back on the floor, he looked up to the top of the staircase to see a horrified Lenore, who, unbeknownst to him, had just experienced an unpleasant flashback to the night of his demise.

“Sorry, HG, I didn’t mean to startle you.” She hurried down the stairs and helped him to his feet.

“That’s quite all right, Lenore. I’d hoped that as a ghost I’d be less clumsy, but alas…”

They looked at one another awkwardly for a few moments. Neither of them knew what to say. They’d seen quite a bit of each other since HG’s death, but rarely without at least three other ghosts present. Apparently, HG had been the first one to unlock the mystery of time travel, and he’d been showing others the secret. Lenore often tagged along, even after she’d learned to move through time without his assistance. They’d walked with dinosaurs and some strange futuristic creatures they had no name for, watched empires and nations form and crumble, and tried (unsuccessfully) to stop people they knew were about to become evil dictators, but through it all, they had spent no more than a few minutes alone together. HG always invited as many ghosts as he could because he knew Lenore thrived in large groups. Lenore knew HG was trying to take in as much of the past and future as he could, and she didn’t want to distract him from the only thing that made him happy to be dead, so she spent most of their trips talking to the others.

Finally, HG broke the silence. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“Oh, right. I just wanted to know if you had any Christmas plans.”

“Well, Edgar and Annabel invited me to join them. As you know, my family…” He trailed off. Lenore knew. His family didn’t like ghosts and had tried to exorcise him when he visited them.

“I just thought you might want to spend Christmas with me. My parents wanted to bring me back, so they’re totes cool with ghosts.”

HG didn’t know what to say. Why did she want to spend Christmas with him? She never seemed to want to talk to him on their time traveling adventures.

Before HG had time to say anything, Lenore spoke again. “Also…I kind of might have told them that I have a boyfriend…”

HG had never seen her look so embarrassed. She wasn’t exactly blushing – he wasn’t sure if ghosts could blush – but she was staring at the floor when she normally had no trouble meeting anyone’s eyes. He didn’t understand. “You have a boyfriend? Is it John Proctor?”

“Ugh, no, I don’t have a boyfriend, that’s the problem! I mean, yes, John Proctor is totally hot, but he’s also totally not into me, so that was never going to work.”

HG was still confused. “So why did you tell your parents you had a boyfriend if you’re not dating John Proctor?”

“They kept bugging me about it. They were all like, ‘What did we even bring you back for? What are you doing with your afterlife? Why don’t you settle down instead of always time traveling and haunting the creepy raven enthusiast?’ I got so sick of it I told them I was seeing someone, and they asked to meet him, so…” She fought the urge to roll her eyes at his still blank face. He really could be remarkably clueless for the guy who discovered time travel. “So, will you come with me to my parents’ and pretend to be my boyfriend? Just for Christmas,” she added quickly. “My parents are totally used to my relationships only lasting a few days anyway. I wouldn’t have been surprised if one of them had died of shock on my wedding day instead of…anyway, I can tell them we broke up if they ask about you again. But hopefully if you come over for Christmas dinner, that will get them off my back for the time being. So will you do it?”

To HG’s immense surprise, his immediate reaction was disappointment that she wasn’t asking him on a real date. Then he mentally shook himself. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Lenore, he reminded himself. He enjoyed her company, certainly, and he cared about her, but he didn’t think he’d be able to handle dating her. Some of her slang made more sense now that he’d started time traveling, but he still had trouble figuring out when she was joking. And as she had said herself, her relationships usually only lasted a few days anyway. If they dated and broke up, it would ruin their friendship. So he should be relieved, he told himself, that she was only asking him to be her temporary pretend boyfriend. But he couldn’t quite convince himself. Lenore was waiting for his answer. For a moment, he considered responding with, “I’d rather go as your actual boyfriend,” but the words changed before they got to his mouth, and what he said instead was, “Why me?”

Lenore had watched him carefully as he was pondering her offer, but his expression was unreadable. She tried to respond in a way that would minimize his discomfort but maximize the possibility of a favorable outcome. “Um, because you’re one of my best friends and I thought you probably didn’t have any Christmas plans. Unless you’re, like, desperate to be around that all day.” She rolled her eyes and nodded her head toward something behind his shoulder. He whirled around to see Edgar and Annabel under a sprig of mistletoe. He hastily averted his eyes. “I mean, you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to,” Lenore was saying, “I just thought it might be more fun than watching the continued blossoming of the love that’s more than love, or whatever.”

“Of course, Lenore. I’d be honored to be your fake boyfriend for Christmas,” he heard himself say.

The Lady Ghost looked happier than he could ever remember seeing her. “Great! Meet you at 4pm on Christmas Day in front of town hall? My parents live right near there.”

“It’s a date,” he replied automatically. “A pretend one,” he added hastily.

“There you are!” Lenore exclaimed. “I was afraid you’d decided to blow me off.

HG consulted his pocket watch. “It’s 4:01.”

“I know, but you’re usually so prompt.” She began leading the way toward her parents’ house. “I assumed your secret was that if you were ever running late, you just time traveled.”

He chuckled. “You know I don’t believe in using time travel for personal gain. I’ve always had a knack for arriving on time, even when I was alive. But today I was so focused on trying to finish your present, I lost track for a minute.”

“You didn’t have to give me anything,” she insisted.

“I doubt your parents would believe you were dating someone who wouldn’t even give you a Christmas present,” he pointed out.

“Good thing I got you something, too, or I’d be feeling really awkward right now.”

HG grinned. “So I did have to get you something.”

“No. If you hadn’t, I just wouldn’t have given you your present. Here.” She handed him the bright red and green gift bag she’d been trying to hide behind her back. “Merry Christmas, HG.”

“Thank you. Shall I open it now, or-”

“Now. Somehow I don’t think my family will fully appreciate it.”

He looked inside. “You must be joking!” he exclaimed, pulling out a pair of 23rd-century goggles and immediately slipping them over his eyes. Not only could he now see the world in sharper clarity than he’d ever seen it before, but everything was accompanied by a description. Every tree he looked at had its common and scientific name appear beside it. Each house had a list of all its residents from the time it was built to the time it would be demolished (or the year 2222, whichever was sooner). Of course, taking in the world this way while walking can be quite dangerous, and unsurprisingly HG soon tripped on the uneven pavement. Lenore caught his arm to prevent him from falling. The goggles labeled her Lenore: Lady Ghost, Ghost Lady. “Did you steal these from the future?” he asked, reluctantly removing them so he could concentrate on walking.

“Of course not; I bought them.”

“Where did you get 2222 currency?” he wondered.

“I didn’t. I also didn’t buy them in 2222.”

“But I remember these,” he insisted. “We saw them in 2222.”

“Well, yeah, that’s when they were made, but I got them in 2287 in an antique shop by trading with some other antiques I happened to have.”

“That you stole from Edgar’s house?”

“Oh, please, that guy didn’t go in his attic once the entire time I was haunting him. He’ll never miss a few useless trinkets. That’s not important anyway. Do you like your present?”

“Do you even need to ask? I hope you like yours even half as much.” From inside his jacket he produced a manuscript. “Merry Christmas, Lenore,” he said, handing it to her.

“The Timeless Adventures of Eleanor the Ghost, a novel by H.G. Wells,” Lenore read aloud.

“It’s a working title,” HG explained apologetically. “And it’s only the 17th draft so it’s probably not very good yet, but I wanted you to be the first to read it. It’s the story of a time traveling ghost named Eleanor and her trusty sidekick, G.H. Waters.”

“You wrote a novel about us!” Lenore exclaimed, eagerly flipping through the manuscript.

“Well, sort of about us. That is, I, uh, used some of our experiences as inspiration. But the characters in the story time travel to solve and prevent crimes, which is something I’ve always desired but have never quite achieved.”

“Hey, you got super close to murdering Hitler,” Lenore reminded him. “We’ll have to go back and try again sometime,” she added absent-mindedly, still skimming the manuscript in awe. Sure, Edgar had written that poem with her name in it, but he’d mostly used it as an excuse to write about ravens. HG had written a whole book…

“Are we nearly at your parents’?” HG asked, abruptly breaking her reverie.

“Oh, yeah, it’s the next house.”

HG had been afraid of that. The house she indicated was bursting with people. The front door was open, and even the porch was crowded. As the ghosts crossed the front lawn, someone cried, “It’s Lenore!” and suddenly they were surrounded by people crying, “Merry Christmas!” and “So glad you made it!” and “It’s wonderful to see you!” and “Is this the new beau we’ve heard so little about?”

Lenore spoke louder than all of them. “Everyone, this is HG Wells, my boyfriend.”

“What’s HG stand for?” someone bellowed from inside the house.

“H-H-Herbert George,” he stammered.

There was a snort of derision from the bellower. “What a terrible name.”

“It’s not so bad once you get used to it,” Lenore replied defensively. “Now, will you guys let us in to the house?” She grabbed HG by the hand and they made their way inside.

“I wasn’t expecting quite this many people,” he murmured in her ear.

She looked rather sheepish. “Yeah, sorry, I was afraid if I told you how many relatives I had, you wouldn’t come. But I mean, I didn’t know they’d all be here today.”

“Are you kidding?” asked a young woman who looked a lot like Lenore. “A chance to see our favorite ghost relative and meet her ghost boyfriend? Of course we wouldn’t miss that!”

“Okay, well, here he is. HG, meet my cousin Mary…” And so it began. HG was introduced to at least 20 cousins, a dozen uncles and aunts, a brother who looked remarkably like a mustache-less Edgar, and finally, Lenore’s parents, who had both been busy in the kitchen when they’d first arrived.

“Dinner’s nearly ready,” her mother announced to the whole house before she spotted them. “Ah, Lenore, you made it! And this must be the famous HG Wells! Welcome!”

“Thank you, madam, it’s a pleasure to meet you. And you, sir,” he added, as Lenore’s father appeared beside his wife.

“Mr. Wells, I’ve heard so much about you,” he said, shaking the ghost’s hand. “Sounds like you and Lenore have spent a lot of time together – centuries in fact!” He laughed at his own joke.

“Millenia, technically,” HG added.

“So, HG, we’ve heard a bit about your recent adventures with Lenore, but where did you two meet?”

HG was surprised that Lenore hadn’t told her mother this. “At Edgar Allan Poe’s house.”

“Oh, were you haunting him, too?”

“Why, no, it was at the dinner party.”

“Dinner party?” her mother repeated blankly.

HG looked over at Lenore, perplexed. She was shaking her head at him imploringly. It dawned on him that she hadn’t told her parents about that night, and that she didn’t want them to know about it. It was time to start inventing again. “The dinner party…that Edgar hosts…periodically to reunite dead authors.”

“Interesting. Lenore always complained that he never interacted with people,” her father commented.

“Well, not very often, but sometimes we talk him into it.” HG didn’t think he was being very convincing, but he wasn’t sure what to do about it.

Thankfully, at that moment one of Lenore’s younger cousins whined, “Are we ever gonna get some food around here?” which prompted her parents to hurry back to the kitchen.

HG beckoned Lenore off to the side. “You haven’t told them about the dinner party?” he asked incredulously.

“No, I’m sorry, I should have warned you.”

“You know how terrible I am at thinking on my feet! But more importantly, why don’t you want them to know about it?”

Lenore looked at him like he’d sprouted horns. “Oh yeah, that would be a really great conversation. ‘Hey, Mom and Dad! Remember that guy I was going to marry right before I died, who killed himself before you could bring me back? So it turns out his brother had a desperate thirst for revenge, and he went on a murderous rampage in the house I was haunting to get back at me for causing his brother’s death. It’s all good, though, because most of his victims came back as ghosts, and everything’s fine now!’ Yeah, no, kind of desperate to avoid that chat.”

“Eddie didn’t only do that because of you,” HG pointed out.

“No, but I was a significant contributing factor. And I really don’t want them to think I got you all killed just so I’d have more ghost friends.”

“Who would think that?” he wondered.

“You don’t?”

“Of course not. Did you really think I blamed you for my death?” he asked, but at that moment dinner was served and the whole crowd started moving en masse to the dining room, giving Lenore an excuse not to answer.

The dinner smelled delicious. Two gigantic tables were piled with goose, turkey, ham, roasted vegetables, potatoes, pies of every flavor imaginable…HG piled it on his plate and took a bite. If he concentrated hard enough, he could very nearly almost taste it. He could tell it was scrumptious, but it wasn’t the same.

HG watched Lenore, who was sitting across from him. She looked as though she was thinking similar thoughts as she took her first bite. He began to ponder as he continued to gaze at her. She’d never told him how she felt about that night. Did she really blame herself for his death? It had never occurred to him that what happened was anyone’s fault other than Eddie, Charlotte, and Anne. He didn’t even think Guy’s death was her fault. Eddie had been utterly irrational to blame her for that. She didn’t purposely break his heart, any more than he, HG, had purposely inhaled that smoke…

Suddenly a loud clang interrupted his thoughts. He jumped; so did several other people. All the conversations had stopped, and everyone seemed to be staring at him. He looked down at his plate and realized what must have happened. He’d forgotten to concentrate on holding his fork, and it had fallen through his hand. Sometimes being a ghost was the worst. He wanted to hide under the table. But then there was another clang, and everyone turned to stare at Lenore, who had just dropped her fork as well.

“What?” Lenore asked, picking her fork up and continuing to eat as if nothing had happened. “Oh, sorry I forgot what time period I was in. In the future there’s this custom to always drop your fork after the first bite of a great meal. HG and I just came from there, so we haven’t readjusted yet.”

She winked at him, and for once he understood, though ordinarily he would have been confused by her reference to a tradition that didn’t actually exist. He smiled at her gratefully.

From then on, incredibly, miraculously, despite the surfeit of people, HG had a wonderful evening. Lenore’s relatives kept asking him questions, mostly about him and Lenore, but he found them surprisingly easy to answer. He could come up with dozens of things he liked about her, and several anecdotes about their adventures. But he never felt too much pressure to talk, and the family seemed to understand that he needed to just sit and listen some of the time. But then he found out that Lenore’s father was a bit of a history buff, and the two of them had a long conversation about various events that HG had witnessed in his travels.

Far and away the best parts of the evening for HG were those moments when he caught Lenore’s eye every time someone made an unintentional reference to one of their inside jokes. HG hadn’t realized how many they had. After about the tenth time they looked at each other and chuckled, Lenore’s father commented that he’d never seen her anywhere near as happy as she looked at that moment.

Before HG knew it, the party was breaking up. Lenore kissed her parents goodbye, then slipped her arm through his and together the two ghosts strolled down the street. When they were out of earshot from all of her relatives, she said, “Thanks HG. That was fun.”

“It was,” he agreed, chuckling nervously. “Certainly the best pretend date I’ve ever been on.”

“Yeah, me too.”

He took a deep breath and summoned all his courage. “Perhaps we should try a real date sometime.”

She stopped walking. He couldn’t look at her, terrified that he’d gone too far. But then she responded with the most beautiful four words he had ever heard: “Does tomorrow night work?”

[weiamilikethis]

GF Smacking Their Ass

No one has any idea how much I’ve been waiting for a request like this 

 - Admin Ania

Jinhoo: He was just minding his own business when you came running through the kitchen, smacked his ass (really hard mind you), and then ran off. The sound will bounce off the walls and you’ll certainly hear him yelp in pain for a second but then dead silence. He’s gonna sneak up on you, which is pretty easy to do since you’re not even facing him at the moment, changing your shirt and feeling so proud of yourself for being that fast. Oh girl, you thought, you thought he wouldn’t do anything. NOPE. He’ll sneak up behind you really quietly and then...*SMACK* oh yeah you got that right: you’re own boyfriend just smacked you right back in the ass. Though he hit you harder than you hit him so...hopefully your floor has carpets? He’ll pin you down on the floor, a cute little smile gracing his lips as he just looks you in the eyes. “Ah, that was really cute; thinking you could get away with smacking my ass. I think you owe me something for that stunt, oh and be loud Love, let the guys hear.” (you’re Kogyeol, side note: I. Love. This. Gif)

Kuhn: While it may have started out as just a playful game that you two started, think of it like ‘Say Uncle’ (you know the game where you bend someone’s arm back until they say uncle?). Unfortunately for you, you decided to get your turn on a day where he’s already feeling a bit active. You had asked him to make you food, since you were too lazy to do it yourself, and of course he complied with your request. He was facing away from you when you casually walked up behind him, making sure he heard you, and stood only inches away from hid back. Of course he didn’t think much of the situation, he just figured you were going to give him a back hug and be all sweet but no. How about plastering a giant F NO TO THAT sign on you. You smacked his ass, pretty lightly, then ran to the living room but...you’re not in luck because the next thing you know you’re back is against the wall. He’ll have a really cheeky grin plastered to his face while making you feel a bit...I’ll leave that up to you to fill in. “I know this was supposed to be a game and I love that. However, you don’t have good timing so let’s settle this once and for all, shall we?”

Kogyeol: You two were just enjoying a nice day at the park when you decided it would be extremely funny if you smacked your lovely boyfriend in the ass. Of course no one was gonna stop you and you never said anything to Minsoo about it. He was walking ahead of you since you stopped to tie your shoelace then jogged to catch up with him. I would’ve said proceed with caution but you don’t know what that word means when it come to him. He reached his hand out to take yours when *SMACK*. You let out a laugh then ran away as fast as you could from him incase he tried to get you back. Oh, and honey, you can bet he’ll come find you and make you pay for that little stunt you pulled (in public no less). He’ll find you hiding behind a tree and what he does next you just weren’t expecting. We all know how sweet and shy Minsoo is so you’d think he’d just playfully tickle you or just run after you like you two are kids. How about no? One minute he’s standing in front of you as calm as ever and the next his hand is right next to your head, his face just an inch away from yours. “Well now, what do we have here? You’re a little trouble maker, aren’t you? What happened to my sweet Honey Bear? I think you need to learn what it means when you smack me in the ass.” 

Wei: He started it. Just gonna say it now that he started the whole smacking each other in the ass contest, which shouldn’t surprise anyone because it’s Wei. Now unlike most of the guys, he was freaking asking for it, teasing you about your height while you can’t reach a mug. He invited you to hangout at their dorm since it was their day off from work and you just wanted some tea. Now you’re standing with your tree of a boyfriend and he’s not helping you reach shit. Yeah, he asked to get smacked hard in the ass by you. The more he teases you the more you want to hit him, not in an abusive way but you want him to just help you reach the stupid mug at this point. You give it a few more minutes before you lose all control. While he thinks you’re just walking away, you do a full 180 and hit his ass as hard as you can, telling him you just wanted to make tea and needed some help getting smug for it. As you walk away he’ll grab your wrist gently and pull you close to him, your back to his chest and that’s when you can’t help but notice what’s going on. The boy still brought it on himself to get smacked by you, but never in a million years did you think hitting his ass would turn him on. He’ll whisper in your ear oh so damn seductively but he doesn’t give a damn. “I know I was asking for a hit from you, I just didn’t think you’d aim so low. You, my little devil, are in for an experience. Don’t worry about the guys hearing you, let them know who can please you until you scream.”

Bitto: You know, getting invited to the dorm is usually a fun thing because you can hangout with your boyfriend and see the others. On this particular day however, they invited you over for one of their famous Truth Or Dare sessions and you are the special guest. You can’t say no to a game like this, it’s fun making the guys squirm in their seats while you get a kick out of it. As per usual, the guys started with the very basic T or D questions and dares just so they could get them out of the way. However, when it came down to one of them asking you Truth Or Dare, you couldn’t have expected what they were going to say. Hwanhee asked you, you picked dare and it kind of went down hill from that point (or I guess uphill but you can figure that out for yourself). He dared you to smack Bitto three times in the ass, and with each hit it had to be more intense than the first. Now of course you and Bitto had done some pretty kinky stuff but that was behind closed doors. Though you couldn’t say no because you are the Queen of this game, they all know it, which is why they make you do some of the strangest things. So you did exactly what Hwanhee said, you smacked your boyfriends’ ass three times and once it was over you two went right back into your cuddling position. As soon as they all got to the next victim, Bitto whispered in your ear to make sure no one would hear what he has to say. “That may have been part of the game but trust me Love, you’ll be paying for it later when all the guys are asleep. Trust me, the sound may have been loud when you hit me but I’ll make sure you’re much louder.”

Wooshin: I’ll say this just once: don’t smack his ass unless you’re very prepared to not be able to walk for the next week. Also, do not, I repeat, do not, smack him in the ass when you guys are out in public, or in any events. I think you know why I say this. However you decided to do exactly that: smack his ass in public during an event. Good job my friend, I don’t know why you like doing this to him but you’ve made your choice so live with it. He had asked you to come see him and the guys perform at a music festival, which of course you said yes to. Wooshin knows how much you like seeing them perform live, and because you focus completely on him which he loves. He'd snuck you backstage to their dressing room after their performance, they had another to get ready for but it wouldn’t be happening for awhile. You found him, Gyujin, Kuhn, Xiao, and Kogyeol changing into their other costumes. As per usual, you didn’t go unnoticed as Gyujin waved a hello to you then went back to buttoning his shirt while the others smiled at you as you walked up to Wooshin. Yeah, he saw you coming up to him in the mirror but he was thinking you’d give him a hug and kiss on the cheek. He did not think you were going to smack his butt while some of the members were in the room with you both. He’ll whip his body around and hold your shoulders with a rather telling facial expression. He’ll talk in a hushed tone so no one can hear him, other than you of course. “I won’t bother to ask why you did that. I’ll show you how to correctly smack your lovers’ ass.” 

Sunyoul: We all know him as the shy and sweet boy of Up10tion who’s the mother to all of them (yes even Jinhoo). Though if you smack him in the butt there will be a lot to deal with so make sure you’re fully prepared to deal with the consequences. Sunyoul wanted you to go on a nice walk with him in the park, since the sun was out you said yes. You guys walked for a good couple of hours, though you were stopping to play with kids when they approached you, and got some lunch. While sitting at a table under the shade you watched Sunyoul play with a little girl who’d come up to him with a ball. She had her hair in a pay tail and worse a very cute pink sundress. After a few minutes the mother and her daughter left for home and Sunyoul came back to sit with you. You asked if he ever thought about having kids, which caught him a bit off guard, and he said he hadn’t really. He’s an idol, it’s hard to think about anything else other than promoting and making good music. That answer didn’t disappoint you at all, you knew he would say that but you were curious. He then stood up so you guys could get back to walking when you clapped a hand to his ass and ran off like a five year old when playing tag. A very surprised and embarrassed smile plastered itself to his face but that was gone in a second as he realized you had done that completely on purpose. Once he finds you he’ll bring you over to a secluded place and pin you against a tree. “That was cute Y/N but maybe next time you should let me do the smacking. I want to hear your beautiful vocals when I do. Why don’t we go home and I’ll give you a lesson, yes?”

Gyujin: Like Sunyoul, he’ll think it’s a joke at first but that won’t last for long. You had gone over to the dorm for a sleepover and movies with him and the guys, since it had been awhile. Like always Gyujin had you wrapped in his arms under a blanket while the other guys were piled on the couch, chairs, and floor all on top of each other. The movie you all were watching was a horror movie, to no surprise most of them were hiding behind each other. At least it was amusing to you, not so much for them or Gyujin. He didn’t really want to watch it but since you requested it none of them were about to say no. During a particularly scary scene you decided to smack your poor boyfriend in the butt the minute the jump scare happens. You were very successful; Gyujin flew up a bout two feet before coming back down with wide eyes as he stared at you. While you thought this was the funniest shit on the planet Gyujin thought it was somewhat mean so he put on the classic guilt pout, which always works on you. This time it didn’t so he went for another method, luckily you guys were under a blanket and the others were too busy screaming to hear. “Alright you had your chance to make me scream so I think it’s my turn now. Be loud for me and I promise I’ll go easy.” (just focus on Gyujin)

Hwanhee: It all started as a cute pillow fight between you two before going to bed but it went south very quickly. Jinhoo, like always, tucked everyone into bed and when he came to you and Hwanhee...well it was a struggle. Neither of you were really tired and you two are adults, so you didn’t really care. After tucking you guys in, turning off the light, and closing the door, you both got up instantly and grabbed pillows. It’s a little game you and he have together: whoever holds out the longest gets whatever they want from the lose, no exceptions. This time you were determined to win, seeing as how your boyfriend had won the last few times prior. It was your turn to get something from him and you’d be damned if he won again. The first 20 minutes of the pillow fight were going well. It was only when Hwanhee dropped his pillow and turned around to grab it that you smack his ass with the pillow. Now pillows are soft but he acted like he got his with a basketball. He landed ass first on the bed then whipped his head around to see you laughing like crazy. A small chuckle left his lips as he casually crawled on top of you, causing you to stop laughing all together. He knew you won, he wasn’t about to argue on that topic but what he was going to argue about was you smacking his ass. “I bet you thought I wasn’t going to mind that. Well guess again my little white dove. I may be a main vocalist but trust me when I say your screams are much better than any note I can sing.”

Xiao: You two have the most energy out of all the guys, and that became more true when you two were left alone in his room and only two of the guys were in the dorm with you. For awhile you guys were running around the dorm. then you watched tv, then went right back to running around, then back to tv. The process was very tiring to Wei and Jinhoo, who didn’t really know what to do with you guys so they said nothing. It was much more amusing to see you both run out of energy and settle down to watch tv, and the have the cycle start all over again. Now you two were camped out in his room with snacks and drinks just talking about life, cuddling, being all cute. Xiao had his arm wrapped around your waist as you fed him pocky. He then moved to get his drink that was in front of you but he didn't realize he shouldn’t have done that. You took the chance to let him get his drink but as he moved back you aimed and hit him right in the center of his left butt cheek. He let out a yelp of slight pain before pushing you to lay down on the bed with your arms above your head. Now the sound wasn’t the shock, the fact that you were being pinned down by your cute boyfriend was. You know that charismatic stage smirk he puts on when they perform? Yeah he smiled down at you with that same look, it was so innocent but at the same time you knew not to think otherwise. “My panda certainly knows how to get my attention. I did want my coffee but I think you’d be much better for me. Please, be as loud as you like, I don’t want to hear silence.”

[feuillesmortes]

This is a continuation of this fic inspired by @harritudur and @queenbessofyork’s wonderful flatmates au.

You all know the drill, enjoy it and have fun! (I certainly did writing this)

“I’m going to kill you.” Henry muttered under his breath. His hand reached into his pocket to answer his buzzing phone. A new text from Rodrigo reminded Henry of the last two he left unanswered since the day of the Sunday roast at his new place.

Wtf Tudor?  Since when Maud is your gf? 

Henry unlocked his screen to read the new text. 

Well are you going to fix this mess? 

Rodrigo was one of the few people to whom Henry had presented his childhood friend Maud. The Spaniard had met her on the occasion of her first visit to their flat, a time when Lizzie wasn’t living with them yet. Henry sighed and read the text aloud to Maud. She only laughed heartily. “You should be thanking me, you old sod!”

Henry was helping his friend with her suitcase as they entered Euston station. Maud was about to get her train to Cardiff after spending a week visiting. She had promised Henry she would drop by his place during her leave from work and not only had she kept her promise, during that time she had somehow managed to fuck up his entire life.

“Excuse me, but I don’t exactly see how you helped me. At all.”

Maud wasn’t paying attention to him; she was too entranced checking her train tickets to listen to him, or at least pretended to be so. Once they found the right platform for her train Henry chose to bring up the subject again. “This is some sort of retribution, isn’t it? For that time I laughed at you falling down a well.”

Her eyes came alive with mischief, but she still managed to feign an innocent smile to hide her excitement. “Oh, interesting. So you do remember that lovely episode after all. Not gonna lie to you, I loves it when I get to see you embarrassed. It’s something that sadly doesn’t happen very often.”

Henry Tudor and Maud Herbert had been friends since he couldn’t remember. As his mother built her career as an important business woman in the entrepreneurial scene of the 90s, Henry was often allowed to stay at Maud’s house. Her mother was a teacher at the school they studied together in Wales, and Henry spent many times working on school projects under her supervision. In fact, Henry spent so much time in her house that he considered the Herberts like a second family. Once her father had jokingly asked him if he would marry his daughter when they grew up, but Maud and Henry could only laugh at the idea. Maud was a sister to him; the sibling Henry never had.

“For fuck’s sake, Maud!” Henry sighed heavily. “We were ten! Are you ever going to let it go?” Henry remembered quite well he had to buy her two lollies as an apology at that time.

Maud only raised an eyebrow at him. “Woah there, butt. Don’t be tamping. I did that because I genuinely wanted to help you. Okay?”

Henry crossed his arms. “Explain me how faking you were my girlfriend would help anything.”

She simply shrugged. “I went with my gut. I had to test the waters and see how she felt about you. Trust me, that was some quality research.” As Henry rolled her eyes, Maud threw away the bubble gum she was chewing and took a serious stance to face him. “Harry, look. Do you like this girl?”

It was not the first time he was confronted by the idea. Lately Henry asked himself the same question. He often caught himself thinking of Lizzie for the most absurd reasons. Once he passed by a shop and saw a specific china piece Lizzie had always wanted to buy for her tea set. He hated that he knew that. He hated how often he thought about the way she tucked her hair behind her ears, or how the smell of her perfume filled the hall before she headed out for uni. Henry once even caught himself wondering if he could make her laugh by nuzzling the spot on the nape of her neck where she had a birthmark. That unbidden thought had startled him greatly. Maybe he was turning mad. The fact that Lizzie was frankly gorgeous didn’t help a thing, though.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m intrigued by her.”

Maud made a face. “Come on, Harry! I’m not being funny, you fancy her. I’d be shocked if you didn’t cause that girl is beyond fit, totally lush!” 

Because Maud had been in a five-year relationship with Percy, Henry easily forgot his friend was also into girls. When Henry came back from France Maud had a new haircut, a fierce dragon tattoo and was openly bi. As much as his time in France had been a life-changing experience, a part of Henry would always regret he wasn’t around to see his childhood friends coming into their own.

At that moment Henry tried to summon his most unimpressed look. “You don’t know Lizzie. She’s as much annoying as she is pretty.”

Maud didn’t give him a chance to try, though. “I know the princess sort of girl is not usually your type, but think! There must be something more about her. Don’t deny it. You knows it, bruv. And consider this- ”

Maud kept talking and talking. She could have this nonchalant way of stating her opinions by pushing argument after argument, and making it that much harder for Henry to disagree on anything. Henry just wanted her to stop talking, for fuck’s sake.

“Alright, alright! I might fancy Lizzie! So what?” Did he, though? Why admitting that felt like exposing a weakness?

“So what? So plenty! I’m not letting you sleep on this one.”

Henry quickly pointed out to the fact that Lizzie had a boyfriend, though the excuse sounded weak even to his own ears. Yet only thinking about Charles was enough for Henry to feel his blood beginning to boil. There was something foul about that Frenchman that could not be justified by his nationality alone.

“You sad arse! You will need to find another excuse, cause I’m sure Lizzie has feelings for you. She might not know it herself, but she does. I saw the way she looks at you.”

Henry doubted the concept very keenly. Surely Lizzie does have feelings for me. Feelings of annoyance and frustration, that is. As Maud spoke on, Henry narrowed his eyes at his friend. “What exactly are you suggesting, Maud the matchmaker genius?

She grinned and mischief shone once again in her eyes. “Why, a balcony scene, of course! I won’t accept nothing less than that. Now come give me a hug cause I’ve got to go. Off I go to our lovely Wales! By the way, when will you visit? Mum is always asking about you.”

“God, I’m so sorry! Tell her I’ll visit my uncle during the holidays and then I might drop by.”

“I won’t be making promises for you, Harry. You can tell her that yourself. Hand me your mobile so I can type her number.” 

Henry instinctively clutched his phone at her suggestion. Maud looked innocent enough, he could grant her that much. Yet Henry had always been too distrustful to simply let people have a chance to go through his phone like that. He took a second glance at his friend to decide whether she could be trusted; instead he was promptly rushed by Maud pointing at her watch. He grudgingly handed her his phone, but only too soon came to regret his decision. Maud looked exceedingly satisfied with herself for some odd reason.

Henry had an inkling suspicion. “Maud, what are you doing?” 

“Relax, mate.” She grinned. “I’ve just sent Lizzie a text.”

“A WHAT!?” He snatched back his phone. Hélas! It was too late. He blankly stared at the text on his screen for a few seconds, disbelief overwhelming his voice. “I need to talk to you? Seriously, Maud? Fuck off!”

Maud curtsied. “My job here is done.”

Henry could only glare at her for a full minute, fuming as he was, before he could address her again. “Why? Why do I even trust you with my phone in the first place? Off with you now! Get lost!”

Maud grabbed her things and headed out to the platform before turning to wave him goodbye. “You still owe me a fiver, Harry. Next time you’ll buy me a pint as a thank you.”

Henry scoffed, but waved back anyways. “Not happening! Don’t forget I’m a heartless miser.”

Henry heard her giggling softening down as she left. As he watched Maud getting aboard her train Henry got his phone out of his jacket and unlocked it again, a new resolve settling in his mind. He typed a text to Rodrigo:

Yes. I’m fixing this mess.

[dothewrite]

hi, big fan of your writing! how about a scenario where kuroo's crush, soon to be gf, is friends with toxic people? like she realizes deep down that they're bad people to be around, but she ignores it because she's scared of being alone. but then he confronts her about it telling her that she doesn't need to be scared because she'll always have him?

hi, sorry, it’s the anon from the toxic friends scenario again. what i mean by toxic is that her friends talk about other people, badmouthing them, and her excuse is that she’s not scared of confronting them, just of being alone. thank you!

Maybe this is slightly different from how you imagined it would be, and I’m sorry about that. I just couldn’t help but realize that there’s so much more than romance going on in this, because it’s a serious issue, and nobody really talks about it much. I think Kuroo’s the type who would be solemn, blunt, and essential. Anyway, I hope you enjoy; I did put some fluff in there, so don’t worry. :) The song I listened to this time is Adele’s Turning Tables.

You’re standing alone, on a high ledge, trappedbetween a cliff and an ocean. Which do you choose? It’s crumbling, it’scrumbling. You have a lifetime to feel things give way from under you.

They’re not so different to you. That’s a good reason,right? You’re not so different, no matter how much you think yourself to be. Atthe end of the day, you’re the one with your phone in your hand, tapping awayasinine remarks on your chatroom with your equally asinine friends.

You put your phone down only after it’s been an hour;your attendance has been noted, and you’re free to choose what you want to donow. The clicking of your phone locking itself feels like locking the part ofyou away into a digital device that will always have some record of what anasshole you can be when you want to be. You’d throw it against the wall andwatch it crack, but that wouldn’t change anything- nothing you want changed, soit stays where it is on your desk.

You’ve been avoiding so many things, and the gravelunderneath you cracks some more, giving way and crumbling into the endlessexpanse that is the unfathomable underneath your high place. A ringtone sounds,and it’s the silly tune of a kid’s show. Kuroo’s calling you, and you ignorethat too.

“I’m outside your door,” his voice calls from outsideyour door, and just this once, you curse living alone. You didn’t have a motherwho could open the door and tell him that you’re not here. There’d be no point.He knows exactly where you are, because he’s like that. And you’re like this.

Your steps are heavy and they drag you to the doorknob.You turn it, and he’s standing there with a phone in hand and an inscrutablegaze that makes you look away.

“Come in,” you mumble, and you retrace your steps backto your room as if you hadn’t moved at all.

He follows, silent. He waits for you to take your seaton the bed before settling himself in the chair by your desk, his legs crossedand body leaned forwards.

“Has it been that bad that you’re not messaging meback anymore?”

“I’m not-“ you sigh, pushing your face into yourblankets, “that’s not what I mean by it. You know that.”

“I know,” he answers, “but it doesn’t mean that it’snot what it is.”

“I can guess what you’re going to tell me.”

He laughs. It’s a dark sound, full of worry, and itwraps around your gut like a noose.

“I’m going to tell you anyway.” He sounds oddly kindfor someone who’s been left on radio silence for several days. You find it hardto believe he doesn’t mind. “Will you finally talk to them? Will you finallyadmit that you don’t like this?”

“What if I do? What if this is who I really am-someone mean just because all my friends are mean, this weak little girl who’stoo afraid of being alone to be someone she actually likes?”

“Well? Are you?”

You blink, confused. “I- maybe.”

“Do you like who you are now, scared little girl?”

“Can’t say I do, really.” You huff out a laugh, like alittle cloud of sarcasm that rains bitterness on cool summer days.

Kuroo looks nothing near satisfied, you’re surprisedto find. Just leaning backwards into the backrest with an understanding twistof his mouth. “If you don’t, and this is who you are, then why not change?”

“Because change isn’t just change,” you groan, “it’s doing something and not knowing if it’llwork out. Kuroo, I might not have anyfriends after this- and no matter how hard I try I’m never going to be a confident little girl, so I can’t just,I don’t know, text them a ‘fuck you all’ and leave it at that!”

“So you’re afraid of being alone?” He murmurs.

“Everyone’s afraid of being alone.” You reply.

The twist of his mouth- the closest thing to his eyesthat you can bring yourself to look at- turns a little sad, a little funny, andfor a moment you think that he might be sick.

“Don’t you feel alone anyway?” He asks with a smilethat hurts you, “isn’t it worse to feel alone surrounded by people?”

You don’t have a reply for that.

“I’m not much,” he says with his eyes downcast and ahumble shrug, “but I’m here.”

If he were any closer- if you were any braver, you’dreach out and take his hand. Maybe it’s just you, maybe it’s the dimming lightfrom your window, but something tells you that it’s shaking. You don’t knowwhy, and the Kuroo you know never shakes. He’s always right there whenever you needhim, and there the most when you don’t deserve him.

“I’m sorry,” the words are sluggish on your tongue,like a drug addict in his first moments of lucidity, “I must be such adisappointment all the time.”

Kuroo shakes his head.

“I’m… I’m not asking you for anything. I just want toyou be less miserable. Because you do. Look miserable. I just think that… if itmakes you brighten up if you finally get to be yourself, it’s worth the risk,sort of.”

“You’re right, of course,” you laugh, “you’re always rightwhen I’m wrong.”

“That’s what you keep me around for,” he grins.

It’s not true. It’s you who wonders why he keeps you around-why he’d even bother, because you’ve given him more than ample opportunity to judgethe heck out of you but he hasn’t. Not once, and in fact- well, he’s here, isn’the?

“I’m here for you,” he says, almost as if he can readyour thoughts, “I can’t say forever because I can’t promise things that I don’tknow if we’ll be able to keep, but I’m here. Right now, and for the foreseeablefuture.”

There’s something left unsaid in the way his sentencedrops off the edge, and something tells you that you know what it is, butneither of you bring it up. It’s not the right time, and there’s more to life,more to friendship and more to love than confessions. No matter what willhappen, you know that he’s changed your life, and that’s more than enoughforever than you’ll need.

“So you don’t have to be afraid of being alone,whatever happens. Maybe I’ll finally let my friends meet you, eh?”

“Oh? Have I been locked up or something?”

“Or something,” he grins again, and you laugh when hetosses your phone to you. “Your move.”

It’s a checkmate this time, you guess. The message issurprisingly easy to type, your fingers moving across the words like you’vebeen dreaming them, and although pressing enter takes several minutes- Kuroooffers you a supportive smile and then proceeds to stare determinedly at yourdesk for the remaining time- it doesn’t feel as heavy as you’d thought itmight.

It’s another message you’ll never be able to takeback, but this is the first one that comes from you. The chatroom alights withmessages, a blitz of buzzing and notifications, but you put your phone to oneside. You can deal with the aftermath later- right now is Kuroo’s proud smilein front of you, and your shoulders are lighter than they’ve been in years.

“Hungry?” He asks.

“Famished,” you smile. His hand brushes over yourswhen he hands you your coat, and there’s something inextinguishable in the way yourchest burns and your breathing lightens, knowing that you’ve earned the rightto blush at the gesture with your head held high.

[imagine-that-haikyuu]

scenario where kuroo and his gf, who's nekoma's manager, have been dating for a long time and broke up a few weeks before the training camp arc, but they promise to stay close friends. they still banter and whatnot, and it's not awkward, but in reality they're both still heartbroken and they get back together in the end? (bonus if the third gym crew get caught witnessing them getting back together)

i am a gosh dang sucker for these kinds of scenarios

“So, I found out something very interesting from the Karasuno managers the other night.”

Kuroo cocked an eyebrow and turned his attention towardsyou. Your eyes were cast upward squinting in thought, a slight pout on yourlips.  It hadn’t been all that long sincethe last time the two of walked alone at night like you did now, save for a fewdifferences. Them mainly being that you weren’t heading home from an outing togetherand were instead at a volleyball training camp at Shinzen High, walking backafter dinner to your respective accommodations for the evening.

Also, that you were no longer a couple.

Kuroo was not going to kiss your pout away like he used to, even though he’d always loved doing that, and wanted to do so right now. Youalso loved when he did that, even if you tried (and often failed) not to showit, and also wanted him to do so right now. Instead, he flashed a sly smirkyour way.

“It has to be something good then, if you’re making thatface,” he commented

You huffed and then rolled your eyes. “Apparently, a certainsecond-year on our team made it seem as if Nekoma lacked a manager—specificallya female manager—when you guys went to that practice match against Karasuno duringGolden Week. You know the one that I, thefemale manager from Nekoma, was supposed to go with you to, but got sick atthe last minute?”

Yamamoto did have a bad habit of “not seeing you as a girl”because you had been off-limits for as long as he knew you, and also probablybecause he didn’t want to get on his senpai and captain’s bad side. But eventhat was taking it kind of far.

“Yup. That’s something he did.”

At Kuroo’s less than apologetic affirmation, you droppedyour shoulders.

“And no one didanything to stop him? Kai? Yaku?”

“Nope.”

Now, you stopped walking, Kuroo only coming to a halt a few stepslater. You crossed your arms over your chest and narrowed your eyes again, thistime at him.

“And you didn’t doanything to stop him.”

He smiled almost sickeningly sweet. “Right again, ___.”

“What the hell is wrong with you people?”

That explained why Shimizu and Yachi were confused about yourexistence at the training camp a few weekends ago. Given that Shimizu wassomewhat shy in talking to you at first and that Yachi only joined on as amanager sometime after that reunion match, it was no wonder that it had taken you untilnow to find out from them.

You let out a short groan before continuing on your wayback. After a moment, you managed a wry laugh and shook your head.

“I don’t know, Kuroo. That could have been your chance toshow off to your new friends that you had a beautiful girlfriend who alsohappened to be the team manager.”

This was the part that made it hardest from him: he’d gottentoo used to you calling him by his first name. You switching back to his lastname threw him for a loop, and he’d be damned if he didn’t admit that he missedhearing his first name coming from you. Pairing it up with the fact that he couldn’t agreewith you calling yourself beautiful because it might have made things weird ifhe had was not helping.

Kuroo shrugged, hoping a bit of nonchalance would help himsettle the ache in his chest. “Well, it wouldn’t have made a difference nowanyway. It would have only been that way for a little while after.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. You still weren’t sure why you botheredto bring it up exactly. Anticipating that he would agree with a “Yeah, you’vealways been beautiful” before you both turn to each other in tense silence andfinally admit that breaking up was a terrible idea and that you should get backtogether?

That was exactly what you wanted. Who were you trying tokid?

There was so much to consider at the time it happened. Theteam’s loss at Inter-Highs were still fresh wounds for everyone when the ideaof all the third-years retiring from the team was applied like a block of saltto it. Studying for college entrance exams was something the four of you had toconsider suddenly. Even though you all chose to continue with club activities,the thought of preparing for college made things uneasy.

You had a lot of questions, mostly: were you and Kurooconsidering the same school? Could you even get into the same school? If not,would you be going places close to one another? Either way, would there even beenough time to see each other? And even so, could this relationship last thatlong or would you grow out of each other?

The two of you talked it over one day after practice, andafter reasoning that if a split was inevitable later, it would be best to call itoff while you still could and start moving on.

Sure, it would take a while to get over each otherconsidering how long you’d been together, and you hoped that ache would go awaysoon enough. But you couldn’t even think about him without a heavy longing to tryagain settling itself inside of you.

The problem lied in wanting to remain good friends: youalways made sure that you could say that your boyfriend was also one of yourbest friends. That made this hardest. Sure, your witty banter was still as funas ever, but you couldn’t follow it up with a kiss to distract him when youfelt like Kuroo was besting you. Nor could he hug you from behind afterpractice when everyone else headed out to the club room to change and no onewas around to see, and you’d tease him about being all gross and sweaty. Now itwas just regular conversation while you parted ways outside the gym.

Pretty much anything you thought you could do together asnormal friends had turned into something intimate. Now these actions felt inherentlyempty, and it wasn’t going away anytime soon.

The conversation carried on either way as if all was normal.The hallways of the school were virtually empty and already dark, the only lightscoming from inside the classrooms the teams were sleeping in.

“This is my floor,” Kuroo said. You stopped on the landingalongside him to say goodbye, despite you still having another flight to climb.

“Alright, good night then, captain. I will see you brightand early at breakfast.” You turned to continue up the stairs, but stoppedyourself short. “Oh! Before I forget. You might want to give everyone a warningthat I’m going to give them all a tongue-lashing tomorrow for their Golden Weekbehavior and I’m not going to show any mercy. Except for Lev because he was notpresent then and is exempt… this time.”

“Oh man, how long has been since ___ last scolded us? Twodays? We missed a whole day, so this is a treat,” Kuroo teased.

You smiled and laughed along with him, not even realizingthat the gap between the two of you was closing as the laughter subsided. 

Itwas like muscle memory the way he placed his hand on the small of your back topull you closer and how you placed your hands on his shoulders, and how yourlips seem to know exactly when to part for him.

“God, I miss you,” he whispered after regrettably pullingaway.

You nodded, expression somewhere between relief and wistfulness.“Me too.”

“Called it!”

You let out a low groan while slowly turning your head; youknew the voice all too well, but a part of you wanted to validate your risingtemper by seeking its source.

Sure enough, Lev stood some distance away from Kuroo andyou, just outside of the bathroom door with his fists raised in the air. He turned,calling down the hallway as he practically jogged back to the classroom whereNekoma was staying in, “Yamamoto! Inouka! You both owe me Haagen-Dazs now!”

“I knew they had somebet going on but I didn’t think it had anything to do with us,” Kuroo sighed.His tone was flat, probably from not being at all surprised by thiskind of behavior from his younger teammates.

Your wide eyes remained fixed on the first-year as he disappearedback into the classroom, jaw clenched but jutting out slightly.

“I take back what I said,” you mumbled while returning yourattention to the boy in front of you. “Lev’s no longer exempt.”

Kuroo only chuckled, taking your chin in between two fingersand tilting it upwards to kiss you again. It wouldn’t have felt right anyway foryou to not reprimand the entire team as per usual, especially now thateverything was back to the way it should have always been.

[abigfuckingbully]

Call Out Cancer 1

Call Out Cancer/How I became a ‘stalker’ I knew her for 8 years before we’d ever fucked. We both shared a mutual attraction the entire time we’d known each other but she had a boyfriend the entire time I’d known her so the mutual sexual attraction remained ‘hidden’, as hidden as any sexual attraction could be. People know and notice it but remain committed enough to abstain from acting on the impulse. Only an idiot would hold the belief that it’s untrue that every guy wants to fuck your girlfriend. They almost all want to fuck your girlfriend except maybe people who know and care about you. Because respect for men usually comes with a disinterest in their partner. Unless yr singing “Jesse’s girl” or “My best friends girl” or some pathetic shit like that. It was good timing, I had just cheated on my girlfriend for the third and final time before being exposed. I don’t know how she knew but the girl L, who I slept with called me and as soon as she hung up my girlfriend at the time knew and asked directly, “Did you sleep with L?” I suspected my friend J ratted me out to Remy. I tried breaking up with Remy but she convinced me to continue to be with her. I at that point decided I no longer gave a fuck and though I could eventually let the rotting limb of our relationship fall apart so that I could regain: myself! I was sick of the pressure of having a hot wealthy girlfriend had on my psyche. I was failing to provide for myself and I hated who I was being, being taken care of by a woman who needed me to get my shit together. She loved me but I don’t miss her. Anyways, we broke up. After breaking up/cheating on her and being exposed, I headed back home to live with my Momma. Back in San Jose, where 'C’ who I had known for 8 years and knew wanted to fuck me lived. ’M’ international artist and Instagram phenomena, who I also would later start fucking again, got me 'C’s’ phone number. I made sure to text her as soon as I got in. C I mean. Messaging C was easy for me and she arranged to meet me within the week. I started seeing C. As soon as we slept together she got weird and said that she wanted us to be discrete. That she didn’t like the idea of being open about us being together. I being a pussy at this time, passively agreed to this 'idea’ though I do remember asking 'Why?'She explained that she did break up with 'R’ but 'R’ was still a part of her life and she didn’t want him to be totally aware of 'us.’ I can’t remember whether she wanted to hide it or just not announce it but I shouldn’t have agreed either way. But being squeamish at/around age 22 about conflicts with women, I passively entertained an affirmative to this idea. I should already see I’m being groomed but not enough experience with sketchy/self centered women made me a really naive and “nice” guy. (“You’re so affectionate.” she would say after we fucked. Like caring about who you’re fucking was weird/gay.) I continued sleeping with her regardless, ignoring the important gut feelings that I was going to be fucked over by this person/these people. But I’m 22. I don’t exactly 'get it’. After beginning to fuck her I would have nightmares in her bed. I once had a nightmare where a man appeared suddenly at the foot of this bed. (in a punk house/shed) with an enormous sledge hammer. The lighting was pink/red and as the man lifted the sledge hammer to bash my brains out. I woke up screaming, shot up in her bed, surrounded by three tick infested dogs, the breeds a mystery to me. It was only a few times out before things god bad. I remember being half naked in her bed when she explained to me that her boyfriend was texting. She informed me of the text. “He’s saying that you fetishize women of color.” “What is he even basing that in?” I asked. “Because I’m dating you?” “I don’t know. I don’t agree with it.” This was another point in which I clearly should have fucked off. It’s clear that this guy is desperate to do/say anything out of jealousy to get this girl to stop fucking me. I was a victim of the abuse of call out/cancel culture. Who the fuck could even reason with these people. Their politics were so backwards–they were literally masking personal cowardice in the idea of a progressive politic. The dudes clearly possessive of your pussy and should be addressed. But here I am, an innocent man, suddenly on trial. Are these people retarded? Call out culture wasn’t invented to keep men out of yr ex-gf’s pussy. We continued seeing each other. I don’t know why I didn’t see this as a potential end. But I didn’t. I was clearly committed to the relationship. I mean I knew her for 8 years. She was a 'progressive’. She wouldn’t treat me like fucking dirt. She knows how fucked up it would be… II. One day we met up with each other at her place. She was having a lot of friends over. I knew her friends and I trusted them. They were also 'progressives’ and I felt that would warrant proper treatment. My life would not become a Bush song. Or so I thought. We hung out that day. A walk around San Pedro Square and St. James then out to burritos at La Victoria’s. They were talking food quality. Apparently she was an aficionado. I had hardly ever complained about food so being aware of food quality was low priority. I grew up to poor to give a fuck. I wasn’t going to notice anything that wasn’t inedible. By mid afternoon we met up at her house. She was invited to a show that was going on that day in Oakland but because she was having car trouble she said she wouldn’t be going. So, I, after everyone offered her a ride, and she would deny them, I thought, maybe, I know it’s crazy, that we would keep hanging out. I asked. She said yes. So we started getting settled into her bed, in her shed, the bed I have nightmares in when I stayed/slept over. We were watching Netflix. I can’t remember what but as we were watching she got a text. It was from her ex boyfriend. He was offering her a ride. I understood that her ex boyfriend was going to be a part of her life but I wasn’t cool with being a stand-in on-call for him. She 'asked me’ if it would be okay if she went to the show. I was too ashamed to voice ti at the time but I felt really annoyed that I was expendable and that we just agreed to hang out but now that her boyfriend/ex boyfriend was free, I was disposable. I got ready to leave because it’s not a self respecting position to tell a woman disinterested in you/oblivious to your being that it actually pisses you off that she’s renegging. I left without saying how I really felt. Not because I"m a coward but because the situation didn’t make sense to me until I was separated from it. I explained my feelings about the whole thing in text as I was waiting on the bus bench for the 22. I was getting a sunburn and getting pissed off. That plans with me meant nothing. I told her how I felt respectfully but angry. She didn’t respond well. If I remember right she invalidated my feelings by saying I didn’t have a right to be angry. As if women I fuck determine this right. I said some harsh words, got home, thought about it more,and got even angrier. That’s when I resorted to Facebook messages to explain my feelings. I was even more pissed and less eloquent. The responses to my feelings were vague and hugely political. It wasn’t a political issue. Which is when I realized how often the idea of the personal being political was abused to avoid dealing directly and simply with a relationship issue.(This would be when I realize how rare it is to actually meet a feminist and not a person who used feminism to was their hands of the consequences of their decisions.) (Could never be fully 'feminist’ after this.) (But it gets worse.) She ended up made at ME after I tried to explain how fucked up it is that plans w/ me are dependent on if her ex boyfriend was/is available. She said I was being 'abusive’. I had done nothing but voice my anger and she reiterated that I didn’t have a right to my anger. The browbeating worked. I was young and a feminist so I started to think I was 'overreacting’ and was in the wrong. Even then it was obvious I Was getting the shaft. Next time I saw her I said sorry. She said, “I don’t want to be anyone’s emotional punching bag.” She misused it. As if voicing my anger to a woman was the equivalent of abuse. As soon as my apology came out I realized how fucked up this idea was. No matter how angry I was it seemed that having a spine and not being overly grateful for getting pussy had landed me in a category of 'abusive.’ Even if I had said, “FUCK YOU YOU ARROGANT FUCKING CUNT,” Which I never said, this would still be, to me, within the realm of an okay expression of anger. I never let the awful things women have said to me in anger get me down no matter how bad it got. I would never claim 'abuse.’ I would recognize systemic shit talk or violence as abuse. All other expressions including a woman pitching shit at me was welcome Not because I"m a submissive but because I had seen in my life people spend endless amounts of time trying to be intelligent and articulate about what angered them only to find them wildly unhappy and just as repressed as if they’d said nothing at all. It was a greatly misunderstood virtue to be pissed and just say what you feel/think. People should have the tolerance to be prepared for the worst a human can say and return to normal after a conflict. Especially being fucked with at this point. But I said sorry to her at a restaurant. A jazz club that I am now banned from for something I would do during a literal psychotic break. Fuck Stritch and the cokehead/failing musician who runs it. She was with her friends who were also arrogant enough to forgive me. After this we stopped spending time with each other. I don’t remember what happened or how it happened I was too mad. I had borrowed her Anne Sexton book after sharing the poems I wrote her in my book, 'Dumb Stuttering Free’ that I would plug here but it’s now extinct/out of press, and that was the end of seeing her. I would message her again feeling worse than ever about how this person was treating me. She wouldn’t meet me in person to talk about it. I pressed the issue in FB messages. Nothing would be resolved. Instead I would be banned from the cafe this woman worked at. I’d been writing at that cafe since before she was an employee and I didn’t understand how having sex with someone then pissing them off was grounds to get permanently banned from the space. I knew that if the roles were reversed no one would even give a fuck that I’d fucked this person and there wouldn’t be any issue of 'being in the same space.’ This seemed like something a child would do. III. I got back from my 3 months in New York only meeting Sarah Jean out of the Bunny Rogers, Sarah Jean, Lucy K Shaw, and Gabby Bess I went looking for at Mellow Pages when I went. I lost my mind (literally) and also lost my job stealing from work. I was caught the same day I’d secured my own room as well. So I gave it three months. Now that I was at home again I knew I was going to be in the same town as this bitch for a while. I thought I Would make an effort at friendship/peace again. I still had her boring Anne Sexton book so I went to the cafe people hadn’t informed me officially of being banned from, (again, these people seem oblivious of how to do their own community policing,and I will never trust women again.) I went in with the book to return it and make peace. She 'wasn’t there’ so I went the next day as I was told to by a girl who worked there. Because 'C’ the cunt who gaslights me, would be here the next day. That day I would realize that the bitch had in fact been there yesterday but was too spineless to come upfront so her obese friend 'O’ approached and explained I was banned from the cafe. 'O’ was 'C’s roommate at the punk house she lived at. I have never hated women more. To boycott this treatment, I would visit the cafe during a night of one of their events with the band Wild Moth, friends of mine, playing. I knew it was likely I would get kicked out but I wanted to protest this evil bitch’s treatment of me and her alarmist position–I went early to the show. Her friends who still all liked me were there and we hung out before the show. The bitch who’d accused me of stalking her and had invited me to stick a knife in this bitch’s side, eventually came. Like a crazy person, she sat down, noticed me, then started growling and yelling. She walked huffy into the venue/cafe. Then the band came out. They gave me a friendly treatment. They asked me how I was/how writing was going and didn’t treat me like a stalker. But…they did ultimately explain that I couldn’t go to this show and that I should go to the next one. This was when I stopped supporting them. There’s no reason to be friends with people this spineless. Pandering to the human baby…it was this point that I had stopped being a feminist. That’s how I became a stalker. Other businesses were informed of my behavior. I was despised and lied about throughout my town. That’s how I became a 'stalker.’