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wintrwinchestr · 6 months ago

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an overture of indulgence (joel miller x f!reader oneshot) 18+

summary: it's been a long time since you've seen joel, and some things have changed, but a lot has stayed the same. namely, how quickly he can still get you on his knees for him, ready to show him exactly just how much you like what has changed about him.

warnings: 18+, smut, post-outbreak, jackson joel, d/s relationship dynamics, pet names (baby, babygirl, sweetheart, sweet girl, etc), body worship, belly kink, talk of weight gain, belly riding, m/f masturbation, lil bit of humiliation kink, lil bit of edging, reader is an adult but age otherwise unspecified, reader is shorter than joel and has hair long enough to grab, let me know if i missed anything :)

word count: 4.3k

a/n: just fuckin outing myself left and right these days huh. idk what came over me with this one. started this late last night and here it is now. belly enjoyers rise!!!!!!! nice comments/reblogs appreciated if you enjoyed <3 you can't kink shame me bc i like getting bullied so now what. also i avoided daddy kink for once in my life please clap. i know i’m spoiling y’all this weekend don’t get used to it.

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“...Joel?!” you shout, your leisurely walking pace quickly turning into a hurried jog as you leave Tommy behind, making a beeline toward the man you would swear on your life is Joel Miller. A small handful of years ago now, he was kind of your boyfriend, kind of not, kind of something else more complicated and unlabeled, because who can afford to put a label on anything in times like these?

Joel’s head turns in your direction at the sound of his name, and as soon as you spot that crooked scar across the bridge of his nose, you’re certain it’s him.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe it,” you half-cry, throwing your weight into him as you wrap him in a tight embrace. He’s much taller than you, but you still managed to knock him off his balance a little. He envelops your whole body in one of his signature, all-encompassing hugs, and it’s like no time has passed at all.

The two of you had ended whatever it was you had on good terms, no hard feelings or animosity shared between you. It was just hard to maintain any kind of relationship in a world like this, and trying to nurture romance in the Boston QZ was much like trying to grow a rose garden in toxic, radioactive soil. You can put as much care and effort and something like love into it as you have in you, but the circumstances will just never allow it to reach its full potential. The end of your “relationship” was mutual, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Especially when he had disappeared one day without so much as saying goodbye.

When you had stumbled upon Tommy and a group of patrollers in the snowy forest outside Jackson just earlier today, you were alone, tired, and losing hope that this rumored safe haven even existed at all. You had heard crackles through the radio in the QZ about the community, and even though it sounded too good to be true, what else did you have to lose anymore? After months of travel and survival and pain and hunger, you’d never been so happy to meet a bunch of strangers in the woods in your whole life. You didn’t hesitate to get on the back of Tommy’s horse, and let him lead you to the sanctuary they spoke of.

As he was giving you a tour, proudly showing off their electricity, running water, fresh food, and clean houses, you had started to look forward to what the future may bring, for the first time in a long time. You could never have imagined you’d ever run into Joel again, that this is where he had ended up, of all places. And now here the both of you are, bodies pressed as tightly together as possible, breathing in each other’s familiar scents and never wanting to let go again.

Joel is the first to break the embrace, grasping your head in his large hands and frantically searching your face for any sign that he could be dreaming, that fate hasn’t really brought you back together again after all.

“Jesus Christ, it’s really you,” he breathes, and you swear his voice breaks just a little bit as he presses his lips to your forehead, closing his eyes as he does.

When he blinks them open again, he meets Tommy’s gaze, who’s standing quietly a few yards back from where you’re having your sentimental reunion. Tommy gives an understanding nod, and gestures that he’ll be waiting inside the community’s dining hall, gathering that whatever this is happening between his brother and some girl he only just met, he shouldn’t interrupt. Joel is grateful for many things today, one of them being the rekindled bond he has with Tommy, the other being how you somehow miraculously found your way back to him.

Small groups of other Jackson residents follow Tommy into the dining hall shortly afterward, and as the sun begins to set behind the mountains, Joel realizes it must be about time for dinner to be served.

He detaches his lips from your forehead, brushing some of your hair away from your face as he takes you in again. “You poor thing, must be starvin’ I bet,” he wonders aloud, giving you a sympathetic look.

“Kinda always am, just as a rule, but yeah,” you reply, trying to make light of your situation. Though, Joel doesn’t seem to find the humor in it the way you do.

“Long as you stay here, ain’t ever gotta worry about that again, that’s for damn sure.” He runs his tongue across his lips as he finishes his sentence, already knowing that whatever meal they’re serving tonight, it’ll be some of the most delicious food he’s had in a long time. He suspects you’ll feel much the same. “C’mon, let’s get you inside. Get you warm and fed for once in your life.”

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Your heart, your stomach, your soul, all feel full as you relax into the comfortable couch in the living room of Joel’s cozy home. He wouldn’t even entertain the idea of you staying in an empty house all by yourself tonight, insisting that if you’d like some company while you settle in, you were more than welcome to his. He had let you spend as long as you wanted to in his shower, and he didn’t mind if there was hardly any warm water left by the time you were done. He sure as hell wasn’t paying the bill, and you deserved to feel truly clean. He can remember clear as day how he felt after his first Jackson shower, like he had stripped off a layer of grime he hadn’t been able to scrub all the way clean in twenty years. He had gone to Maria to get you some clothes and underwear while you were bathing, and set them silently on the sink counter for you to put on whenever you were done.

And now here you sit, feeling full and clean and satisfied and comfortable and safe, watching Joel stoke the logs in his fireplace as it casts the whole room in a honey orange glow. You take a moment to admire him while he isn’t looking, and even in the dim and flickering lighting, you can see he’s just as handsome as he was the last time you saw him. He looks older, with more gray in his longer hair and meat on his bones, the latter trait likely due to years worth of the hearty cooking you both indulged in tonight. He looks… good like this.

“It really is nice to see you again, you know. You look…” you start, not being able to help the way your eyes wander to his soft lower belly, the way it pushes taut against his tucked-in flannel shirt and just barely spills over the edge of his jeans.

He turns his head away from the fire to face you. You’re not very subtle in your staring, and he knows what you’re referring to right away. He huffs a light chuckle, trying to brush off the way he thinks you’re poking fun at him.

“I know, I know,” he acknowledges, placing a hand on his stomach. “Been tryin’ to get Maria to give me some more patrol shifts, see if I can get some of the weight off. But hey, you try havin’ three square meals a day for the first time in twenty some odd years, see what it does to you, huh?” He pivots his attention back to the fireplace, and he seems to turn his body further away from you on purpose, so that you can’t see the round profile of his tummy as much.

“No! No, it, um… It suits you. I was gonna say you look good, actually.” You’re quick in your reply, trying to make it clear that you didn’t mean to offend him, without letting too much on.

He scoffs. “C’mon, you don’t gotta flatter me, sweetheart. I know I don’t exactly look the way you remember–”

“Joel, will you stop?” you interrupt, your voice laced with exasperation. “I’m being serious. Do I look like I’m making fun of you?”

He cranes his neck to look back at where you’re perched on the couch, and gives you a once over. “Guess not… Look a lil’ like somethin’ else, though, if I'm bein’ honest,” he says with a teasing smirk. And there he is again, the same quick-witted Joel you remember from back in the QZ.

You choose to engage in his banter, just to see where he’s going with it. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

He shrugs, beginning to mindlessly poke at the firewood again. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you look like you might like it.”

He’s just kidding around with you, trying to rile you up, you’re sure. But when he gets silence in return instead of the sound of you jumping to defend yourself with another playful jab, he turns to face you once more, and is met with your stunned expression.

“Oh…” Joel looks down at himself, then back to you again, just in time to catch your eyes flitting from his middle back up to his face. “What, you like ‘em big, sweetheart? ‘S that it?”

The truth is, you do, you always have. It was never a requirement, of course, as the guys you’d been with before Joel all had varying body types. But you’d be lying to yourself if you said that your eyes didn’t linger just a bit longer on guys with a little more to them, with wider arms and thicker legs and a softer middle. You’ve never admitted your preference to anyone before, and Joel calling you out on it now has your face running hot, skin feeling prickly as he sees through you like you’re made of glass.

“I-I don’t– I mean, I do, kinda, but not like that… Well, it is like that, I just mean–” You stumble over yourself, fearing you’ve revealed too much, wishing you could rewind the conversation and just tell him it was nice to see him again, plain and simple.

Joel lays the fire poker down on the granite ledge of the fireplace, approaching where you’re sitting and cupping the side of your face with his calloused hand.

“Sh, sh, stop, baby. ‘S alright if you do, nothin’ to be ashamed of,” he comforts, and it takes all the willpower you have left not to let your eyes drift down to his stomach, so close you could kiss it, if he’d let you.

“It’s just… I missed you. I thought about you all the time, wondered what ever happened to you after you left. Didn’t even know if you were alive until today. I’m just happy to see you… doing so well. To see that you’re healthy, and everything.” You swallow hard, hoping you sound convincing enough that he’ll let this go, forget all about your little admission just now. But of course, Joel is as stubborn as he’s ever been, and he doesn’t plan on releasing you from his trap now that you’re ensnared in it.

“That’s sweet, baby, ‘s real sweet,” Joel says, softly, stroking his thumb across your cheekbone as he speaks. “Thought about you too, all this time. Practically every day…” He rakes his eyes over you, noticing the way his touch has you starting to melt already, how you’re looking up at him with your wide, needy eyes. “Why don’t you show me just how much you missed me, hm? How much you love seein’ me healthy, as you put it.”

You’re stunned into silence once again, jaw slack and pupils wide as you search his gaze for proof that he’s just messing with you, making fun of you just to watch you squirm. But you don’t find any.

“O-okay,” you agree in a half-whisper.

Joel smiles down at you, satisfied. “All these years later, still just the sweetest thing, ain’t you? You still just as obedient, too?”

You nod without even thinking, words catching up with your instinctual response a second later. “Mhm, yeah, I am…” You had forgotten how easy it is to submit to him, how good it feels to let the hypnotizing tone of his voice carry you somewhere far away from yourself, when you need it the most. Whether it was after a shitty day of working for shittier rations in the QZ, or after a harsh trek in harsher weather to a forested oasis, Joel always knows how to make you feel like submission is your most natural state.

“Good… Kneel for me please, sweetheart,” he commands, and you obey immediately, his hand slipping from your face as you slide from the couch onto the woven carpet beneath you. Like second nature, your hands automatically fold themselves on your lap, remembering how you were never to touch Joel until he permitted you to. He takes note of this, and praises you accordingly. “Look at that, didn’t even have to ask. Such a good girl.”

He’s so enamored with you, he almost forgets where he was going with this until he watches your eyes flash to the growing bulge in his jeans, then back up to him. “Not tonight, sweetheart. Was thinkin’ you could put that pretty mouth to use on somethin’ different this time, hm?”

You knit your brows together, not sure what he means, but he doesn’t let you wonder for long. Slowly, he starts to unbutton his flannel shirt, starting at the top and working his way down. He tosses it onto the ground, then pulls his undershirt off over his head, adding it to the other discarded clothing. Without the confines of his slightly-too-tight button-up, you can see how much he really has filled out. Everything about his upper body is just a little more plush, with petal pink stretch marks adorning the soft skin in various places. You want to make it your personal mission to kiss each and every one of them, commit their exact coordinates on his body to memory.

There's a deep scar, you notice, to the left of his belly button, that has almost successfully disguised itself as one of those pretty marks. It’s definitely new since you saw him last, and it looks like it hurt, especially with the evidence of how crudely it had been stitched back together.

“What happened?” you wonder aloud, worried eyes glued to the healed injury.

He has to peer over the curve of his belly to see what you’re looking at. “Long story. Happened on my way out here, after I left Boston. Nothin’ for you to worry about, sweet girl, hardly even hurt. Forget it’s even there, most of the time,” he answers, still with a dominant edge to his voice that does a mostly good job of convincing you it’s the truth.

“Can… Can I?” you ask, waiting to receive his permission before you move your hands from your lap.

“Yeah, baby, go ahead,” Joel allows.

You reach out a small hand to gently trace over the raised scar, then press your lips to it with your hands splayed out on either side of your head, just barely pressing into his belly. He releases a soft groan, cradling the back of your head with one of his hands, applying the lightest amount of pressure to let you know this is where he wants to keep you.

“Why don’t you keep goin’, sweetheart? Gimme some more lovin’ like that, know you wanna,” he encourages, and you think you get the idea now, what it is he wanted to put your pretty mouth to use for.

With his explicit permission to continue, you don’t need telling twice. You move your face to hover just in front of his belly button, admiring the dense salt and pepper happy trail that sprouts from where his jeans push into his soft skin. You drag your tongue along the hair, nipping at the soft curve of where it disappears into the divot in his stomach. He makes a noise in response, half pained and half pleasured, but he doesn’t stop you. Just for good measure, you place a kiss to the little blushing mark where your teeth had scraped him.

Almost of their own volition, it seems, your hands begin to knead at his stomach as you make good on your promise to yourself to kiss every single one of his stretch marks. You allow your tongue to dart from your mouth on the last one, and Joel sucks in a breath.

“Oh, fuck. Forgot how good that wet lil’ mouth feels on me, sweetheart. Keep goin’,” he says, voice coming out strained. His fingers curl tightly into your hair, and he begins to maneuver your face around his belly. You lave your tongue over his skin as he does, slicking him with wet, sloppy kisses. “Yeah, baby, you fuckin’ worship it, show me how much you like me like this.”

It’s a little humiliating, but just enough that you like the feeling. You’re breathing hard and fast, letting out little whimpers as your fluttering cunt begins to soak your underwear. He brings your face to a stop at the most tantalizing part of him, the part that truly evidences how much more he’s allowed himself to indulge since settling in Jackson. The ample curve of flesh that just barely conceals the waistband of his jeans, the part you’ve wanted to get your mouth on since you first saw how it strained the lower buttons of his shirt. You latch onto it, massaging the skin around it as you use your teeth and tongue to suck a mark into him.

A growl rumbles from deep in his chest, and he curses under his breath. “Like it that much, huh? Fuck, naughty thing, look at you.”

You’re so fucking turned on, you’re shivering, rocking where you kneel and squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to get some kind of relief. You let one of your hands drift to the hard shape in Joel’s jeans, and it seems he’s enjoying this as much as you are. He spots your pathetic little squirms as you rut against nothing, and then he’s using his grip on your hair to pull you up from the floor.

“Got an idea. Up,” he commands roughly, and you detach your lips from his belly to obey his order. “Get these off, there we go.” He pulls down your sweatpants and underwear, helping you step out of them. “Christ, you’re soaked,” Joel teases, eyeing the sizable wet spot in your panties as he tosses them aside to join the other forgotten clothing. He reaches a hand toward the apex of your thighs, teasing your wet pussy and gathering some of your slick on two of his fingers. You let out a tiny yelp, but let him play with you, and then he’s bringing his fingers in front of his face and examining the sticky strings of your arousal when he spreads them apart. “All this just from lettin’ you worship all this, huh?” he taunts, patting his stomach once for emphasis. “Who’d’ve thought? Not that I’m complainin’...”

He quickly rids himself of his jeans and briefs, then reclines onto the couch with a quiet groan, stretching out his body along the length of it. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, hard and leaking as it bobs against his belly, his precum adding to the dampness still there from your tongue. “Come sit, sweetheart,” Joel says, softly, motioning with both of his hands for you to come closer.

You grip a hand onto the backrest of the couch to balance yourself while you move to straddle him, prepared to sink down onto his length for the first time in way too fucking long. “Uh uh, not there, baby,” he instructs, smirking when he sees how you hesitate in confusion. “Take a seat right here for me.” Again, he pats that most tempting area of his lower belly, and you just about fall apart at the sight of how his flesh ripples in the wake of it.

“Yeah, there you go, good girl,” he praises, both hands gripping your waist as he helps you settle your weight onto his soft abdomen.

“I dunno, don’t wanna hurt you–” you start, but he cuts you off swiftly.

“You won’t, baby. I’m a big man, ain’t I?” he teases, flashing you a devilish and knowing smile. “Go on, sweetheart, ride it.”

You inhale a shuddering breath, then place both of your hands on his shoulders to hold yourself up. You start an experimental buck into his belly, and that trail of dark hair tickles your clit so perfectly. It takes a few tries for you to get the positioning and pressure just right, and then you’re truly riding him, using his full stomach to get yourself off while he watches.

“God, that’s good. Use it, baby. You love me bigger, love that I’ve been eatin’ so good, prove it to me, c’mon,” Joel goads, and it spurs you on to grind against him harder, faster, as incoherent mumbles and curses tumble from your lips.

“Love it, Joel, you look so good, fuck. So fucking–mmh–so big, makes me so… so–”

“I know it does, sweet girl, I know. Makes you fuckin’ soaked is what it does, god damn. You gonna get my belly all messy, hm? Gonna rub your lil’ cunt all over it, get me all fuckin’ wet?”

“Uh huh, yeah, gonna… I’m gonna–” you whine, eyes shutting tight as your hips pick up their pace. You move your hands from his shoulders to place them on his stomach instead, grabbing at handfuls of his tummy in an effort to create something more solid to rub yourself against.

You’re already embarrassingly close, the humiliating edge to your earlier worship having gotten you most of the way there on its own. So swollen and sensitive it almost hurts, you won’t need much more to reach your high.

“Not without me, you ain’t. Gonna be right there with ya. You remember how we used to do it?” Joel asks, as if you could ever forget. He’s referring to your many late nights, early mornings, in his bed or in a back alley or wherever in the QZ, where he liked to make sure you both finished at the same time. You’d always be the first one to reach the edge, because he’d focus all his attention on getting you there before him, just to make you wait. It was never something punishing, just something he liked to do as an extra bit of control and dominance, and he knew it always made your orgasms that much more powerful and satisfying when he would finally permit you to let go.

With your eyes closed, so focused on your own pleasure, you hadn’t noticed that he had reached behind you to start fisting his cock some time ago. But you can hear it now, the wet schlick of his hand moving up and down his shaft as he works himself. “Hold it for me, sweetheart, I know you can. Keep rubbin’ your pretty pussy against me, jus’ like that, almost there…”

You mewl, screwing your face up as you force yourself to slow down your thrusts, muscles tense as you try to keep your orgasm at bay for as long as you can.

Thankfully, he must be worked up enough from seeing you fall apart for him so easily for the first time in so long, that his permission comes just a few minutes later.

“Come for me, babygirl, soak my fuckin’ belly, c’mon,” Joel growls, and you fall forward immediately, twitching and spasming and crying out into the soft muscle of his shoulder as you ride out the shuddering shocks of your orgasm. He groans next to your ear as he comes, and you can feel the warm ropes of his own release as some of them land on your lower back. You’re both wet, heaving messes, as you embrace each other for the second time today and work on catching your breath.

So exhausted from the day you had, you must’ve fallen asleep against his chest as you laid there, because then you’re being woken up by the dull scratch of his fingertips against your scalp and his familiar voice working its way through the thick fog that clouds your tired brain.

“You alright, baby?” he asks, and you can hear that he’s smiling, amused at this sleepy little thing he’s got clinging to him.

“Mhm, jus’ tired,” you answer, a barely-there mumble of a sentence.

“I’ll bet… You wanna get cleaned up? Get all tucked into bed?”

You shake your head against his neck, and he chuckles.

“No? Whatcha wanna do then, hm?”

“Jus’ lay here. Missed you. Don’t wanna let… go…”

Your sentence drifts off into silence before the temptation of sleep allows you to finish it, but Joel gets the idea. He smiles to himself, kissing the top of your head, and hugs you closer. Both of you are still sticky and damp, but satisfied. And together again. And that’s a hell of a lot better than the alternative.

So he agrees, and you stay like that for the rest of the night. Joel doesn’t worry about whether or not he remembered to set his alarm clock for his extra patrol shift the next morning, or if he’ll even hear it all the way from his bedroom upstairs, because it doesn’t matter anyway. He has you, and you made it very clear tonight just how much you like him exactly the way he is.

Maybe, your rose garden can finally begin to bloom, now that the pair of you have somewhere safe and comfortable and healthy to try your hand at nurturing it again.

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birdbaddie · 5 months ago

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I promise

yooooo

literally my first post ever so yippeeeee.

I got inspired by another post on here so I decided to make some glop of my own 😈. Reader's technique is basically just wings and healing, I will go in more depth in future oneshots.

ft. Satoru x f!Reader, mostly platonic!Megumi x f.Reader

Both Satoru and reader are around 20 and Megumi is around 8.

-discusses- violence, injuries, hurt+Comfort, poor baby Megumi needs a hug :( and Satoru being Satoru. Enjoy!

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‘That worthless Tatsuya!’

Megumi kicked a stone as he stomped out of the school gates. Usually he wouldn’t care less when Tatsuya or any of his other goons picked on him but things just kept going wrong for him the past week and to top it off- that rat decided to start talking about you and Satoru and how weird it was that you were his guardians.

“Did you see that tall guy rolling around yesterday because he dropped his ice-cream?”

“Yeah my mom says to avoid them because they are dangerous to everyone”

Megumi didn’t understand when Tatsuya said dangerous. He understood the strength both of his guardians had but he couldn’t have meant that.

“No wonder Megumi is so strange, Do you think he’s as dangerous as his guardians?”

“Let’s not go near him, he can’t hurt anyone if he’s alone”

Megumi would’ve punched those bullies without hesitation but he made a promise with you last week after the 7th home call about his fighting.

“Megumi, you can’t keep doing this. You know that right?”

He remembers your soft voice and your equally soft hands cleaning the cuts on his hands. He kept quiet though because he knew if he spoke he might’ve either cried or became angry again and that would only make you worry more.

“Listen, I just don’t want you getting hurt. I know you have a good heart and have the right reasons but hitting others is never the right option no matter how right your reason is”

You quickly healed his cuts with your technique and he felt a rush of calmness envelop him, the way it always does when you have to use your technique on him.

“Promise me you will stop doing this, It makes me upset whenever I see even one scratch on you. I know we’re only your guardians but we love you and only want what's best for you, please Megumi….”

He looked at your face for the first time since coming back from school. You had tears ready to fall as you gently gripped his hands. He didn’t know if it was your technique or not but your emotions were always obvious, and with the way your eyebrows were as furrowed as they could be and you biting your lip to stop you from sobbing told him all he needed to know how you were feeling.

And it was all because of him.

“I promise”

Megumi sits on the sidewalk as he waits for you to pick him up.

It’s been 2 years since you and Gojo took him in and he hates to admit that he’s started getting attached to both of you. Attached enough now that if something happened to you or Gojo and it resulted in both him and Tsumiki getting separated from you two, he would give up on trying altogether.

Gojo was meant to pick him up today but with a surprise mission all the way in Osaka, it was your job. Tsumiki has been ill all week too so it was just him.

He sighs and rests his head on his hand as he pretends to draw pictures on the road with his feet. He contemplates releasing his divine dogs to play with or just to keep him company as he waits for you but he decides against it because he thinks you will be there soon anyway.

You were never late.

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It’s been twenty minutes, where were you?

The sky was beginning to turn orange and he was the only one there.

Did she forget?........ No she never does when it comes to him and Tsumiki.

What if she just left him on purpose?

It wouldn’t have been the first time it's happened. Not with her specifically, but what if she’s just realised she can leave him just like his parents?

Megumi begins to curl in on himself as these thoughts keep coming.

‘What if that fight I was in last week was the final straw?’

His breathing started to become heavy as he willed himself not to cry.

What if that fight last week just revealed other things you didn’t like about him? What if you hated the way he’s only been cold and despondent since you took him in? What if you hated the fact you not only had to look after him but his sister too? What if you wanted to get rid of him because he took the rest of yours and Gojo’s childhood? What if-

“Megumi?”

He didn’t even realise when there was a large shadow blocking him from the harsh rays of the setting sun. And he especially didn’t realise the familiar comforting hand smoothing his hair.

He looks up to see your enormous white wings shielding him from the sun and your concerned eyes as you try and figure out what happened by not so subtly checking him for any injuries.

You reach for his face and he flinches. Your concern only grows as you reach again and wipe his tears away. Another thing he didn’t realise that happened.

“Are you okay?”

Megumi just stares as he once again couldn’t get the words out of his mouth, worried he might say too much.

“Did something happen in school?”

“He can’t hurt anyone if he’s alone”

He felt soft feathers surround him as he heard loud sobs and wailing. The hand that was in his hair went to his back and started rubbing small circles. As heard quiet comforting words come from the woman hugging him.

‘Is that me crying?’

The woman tightens her hug as she feels tiny arms wrap around her.

Megumi mumbled something in your neck so you strained back to hear him.

“What did you say?”

“I'm sorry”

His voice was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.

“Sorry for what gumi?” At this point you were on the verge of calling Satoru to help you with this as you have never seen such a visceral reaction come from this eight year old.

“Please don’t leave us! I promise we’ll be good! I promise we’ll never do anything bad ever again! I promise!-”

“Megumi slow down! No ones leaving you, don’t you remember what I promised you last week?”

Megumi started to calm down as he remembered the rest of your conversation.

“I promise”

You sigh as you both get quiet, with you rubbing his now perfectly healed hands.

“Could you promise me something?”

You look into his eyes with surprise as he asks this. Megumi never asks for anything so it came as a shock, especially when it was as big as a promise.

You smile as you let go of his hands to put the baby wipes back away.

“I guess it’s only fair after I asked you to promise something”

Megumi watches your movements and waits for you to sit back down at the table beside him.

“Could you promise………that you’ll always be here for me and Tsumiki?”

Surprised at his bluntness, you didn’t realise how open Megumi would be tonight. But you just showed him a reassuring smile as you affectionately ruffled his hair.

“Well you’re in luck Gumi, that’s a promise I made to myself the day I met you”

The corners of his lips started to turn up into a smile before the front door burst open with the freak strutting in with the goofiest smile.

A scowl quickly made its way onto his face as he turned away from the idiot making his way over.

“Were you having a family bonding moment without me??? For shame!” satoru quickly threw the medicine for Tsumiki onto the table and decided to plop himself onto Megumi's chair, with Megumi still in it.

“Get off you overgrown lint-roller!” Megumi tries to hit him as Satoru faces you.

“So how was your day Sweets?” Satoru completely ignores the squirming Megumi trying to breathe.

And as you tried and failed to get Satoru off the complaining Megumi, Megumi realised although right now he’d rather be anywhere else- He also wishes to stay right here with them for as long as the universe would let him.

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By now, Megumi has fully calmed down as you helped him to his feet.

“Satoru will be home tonight and Tsumiki has been looking much better today, so why don’t we go and get some ice cream for later, hm?”

And as Megumi grabs your hand to start walking to the convenience store he realises he’ll never be alone as long as you, Satoru and Tsumiki were always with him. He doesn’t have to worry about any of you guys leaving him because you want him as much as he wants you. Screw what everyone else thinks, your little family works and no one could change that.

“Thank you, mom”

#jjk gojo #gojo satoru #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #megumi fushiguro #found family #jjk x y/n #megumi needs a hug #mom reader #dad gojo #jjk x reader #satoru x y/n #gojo x y/n

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shrimshrim4fun · 2 months ago

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Could you maybe make a Oneshot headcanon of how (insert Sinner here) would react to you getting bullied? Or how they would intervene if they could out?

And can it please be Eirene for the first scenario?

It's okay if it takes a long while—it's kind of a big ask. But take all the time you need to cook(or to rest if you need to).

Note: I’ll try my best because I don’t know Eirene that well/seen her in game. I hope this isn’t too OOC. I don’t know if you want it to be right now but im gonna make it collage AU so I hope you don’t mind that. I think I wrote too much for a oneshot🧍‍♀️ This shit took me forever to get out, I’m so sorry 😭

Warning: Harassment and mostly angst. And death. Also one mention of maggots but only for comparing something. Im horrible at writing angst so I hope I somewhat cooked 👍 Not grammar proof I’m sorry I didn’t really read through it

Pairing: Student Eirene X Student F/Reader

-She was quite positive, no 100% positive that she would make sure you would be safe from any danger on campus.

-When she first noticed you start to wear long sleeves she didn’t say much but just commented on your change of clothing all of a sudden. Though she did send off someone to look over you if anything was gonna happen again.

-Though was a little annoyed that you didn’t come to her for help. She thought you would trust her enough to let her help you with these pesky things.

You trudge home, every step feels heavy as you’re afraid that the dudes that had pulled you into the alleyway last time would try to do it again. You hadn’t dared to tell Eirene, even though you’ve known each other for so long she still seemed so reserved. Sometimes your heart ached by the thought of her finding you annoying or how she thought of you. Those thoughts crawled at the back of your head like maggots. Clinging on and starting to eat away at you. As you continue to walk down the street from school you feel a pair of hands grip at you as it tugged you into the alleyway. You felt your back get slammed into the wall but you were thankful that your backpack provided some protection from the brick wall. Two guys towered over you as they looked down at you. “So have you thought about it? We won’t treat you bad if you come with us. We will take good care of you, you know.” They leaned down as they stared into you, waiting for the moment you said no. “P-please I’m nothing special, just let me go…please,” you begged helplessly. A cruel sneer came at their faces as they grabbed your hair. You flinch as you throw you against the ground. “You know when girls misbehave they get punishments.” They snarl out as they looked down at you. You scramble back as you tried to curl into a ball. Hoping that they won’t hurt you too bad. You heard loud screams, the types from horror movies. Filled with pain and misery but you dare not look up. As the sound of beating finally stop you could feel a pair of hands wrap around you. “You’re alright now.” It was Eirene’s voice. You slowly peek up to see her hugging you, her arms cold but so comforting. You couldn’t muffle a word as you start to cry and threw yourself into her arms. Her eyes widen in surprise as she almost tumbles over onto the ground but catching herself in time. Your head was buried into her chest as your tears flowed freely. “I’m here now, everything will be alright.” Her words were soft not like her usual strict tone, it felt so nice as if you were cocooned in a warm blanket. “Let’s bring you back home alright?” You could barely nod as she carried you in her arms, with surprising strength. You cling onto her as your head is still down, not wanting to look at the bullies.

As you two got to your house she settled you onto your bed before sitting next to you. Your tears already dried off as she had used her sleeve to help you wipe them off, with great reluctance. There was silence in the air before you decided to break it. “How did you know I was there?” Your question hung in the air before she answered, “I had some guards follow you secretly when I saw you starting to wear different shirts than usual.” She finally admitted. “You noticed that I wore different clothes?” She sighed before asking, “Is that what you’re really worried about right now? Yes I do notice every time you change your outfit, your perfume, your mak-.” She halted as she noticed she had said too much. A smile formed on your face. “So deep down you really care about me?” “Is that not obvious?” You shake your head before admitting, “Sometimes I feel like I’m dragging you down, a burden. And that you don’t want to talk to me.” “You really….think that way?” She suddenly pulls you tightly into a hug which was surprising, she never initiated any type of physical contact. “I sometimes do really wonder how you made it to college.” She mutters as you cling onto her. “You are mine, you can trust me completely because I trust you completely. I hope next time if anything happens you come find me don’t hide it. If you don’t come find me I’ll make you…play chess with me.”

“Don’t betray me…alright?”

“I promise, Miss president”

#gotta feed the shrimps #path to nowhere #ptn #eirene path to nowhere x reader #path to nowhere eirene #eirene ptn #eirene x reader #ptn eirene #ptn eirene x reader

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book-place · 2 years ago

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All in the Personality

Warnings: panic attacks, cursing, slight violence (and implied), mentions of killing, bullying, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: James Potter x reader platonic, Sirius Black x reader platonic, Remus Lupin x reader platonic

Requests: hi! i miss her oneshots of the marauders, so... i would like to make a request where the reader is being the victim of mean comments, but not about her appearance but about her personality (since she is more introverted, anxious and awkward compared to the boys) and she just ends up hiding it from them, but one day they find out and it all comes out (I'll leave the way in which this happens open to you). maybe a little angst but with a lot of fluff at the end? <3

Hey, if you don't mind lol I have a request :)) Well, I have a lot of ideas about platonic relationships with the Marauders, and, well, one of them would involve the guys helping a female reader who suffers from social anxiety, and after being put in a situation that ends up giving her an anxiety attack, they try to help the reader with this. Rather angst and fluff I guess lol ps: I really love your platonic oneshots and I'm glad they reached me here from Brazil <3 (sorry if my english is bad, it's not my first language lol)

Requests by: Anons

*not my gif*

Summary: You could always count on your best friends, even in the worst situations

A/N: Hi :)

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Their jeers reached your ears long before they took a hold of your shoulder and spun you around, sending your books flying in every which direction. You had just hoped that if you ignored their comments, then they would let you get to your class without any further problems.

How wrong you had been.

You looked up with wide eyes at the group of Ravenclaws that sneered down at you, shaking slightly under the grasp of the oldest boy who was yet to let go of your shoulder.

“I was talking to you,” He hissed, eyes narrowing as he looked you up and down in disgust, “And it’s rude to ignore people when they speak.”

A couple weeks ago, this sixth year group of Ravenclaws decided to make it their mission to make your fifth year a living hell.

They would taunt and laugh at you, talking about how they noticed the way that you were so different from your best friends and they would tell you how they were probably trying to ditch you.

You, of course, knew that wasn’t at all true because you were a marauder, same as James, Remus, and Sirius, and they never would have let you be one and they never would have pretended to be friends with you. They weren’t cruel.

Sure, you weren’t as loud or outgoing as they were. In fact, you were anxious and awkward around others, sometimes even having panic attacks, but they didn’t mind- never had- in fact, they would always help you in anyway that they could.

This group of bullies was beginning to wear you down, though. Their comments were relentless and they never once gave you a moment to breathe- unless you were with any of your friends, of course.

You didn’t tell the rest of the marauders about it either, not wanting to worry them or add something else to their already full plates to have to deal with, so you kept this one- not so little- thing to yourself.

The only reason that you weren’t with them right now was because they had woken up late and asked you to go ahead and tell the professor that they were going to be to class soon, which you were more than happy to do for them.

The boy finally let go of you with a small shove on the shoulder, sending you stumbling back a couple of steps into the empty hallway, “Merlin, you’re so pathetic,” He curled his lip.

The five other students behind him began to let out hyena-like laughter, doubling over while holding their stomachs as if he just said the funniest thing in the world.

Their howling was high pitched and never ending, like a ringing in your ears that never went away.

Before you knew it, your hands, then legs, then whole body had begun shaking and the lights got too bright and their laughter too loud and extremely overwhelming.

You fell ungracefully against the nearest wall and sank down to the floor with your knees to your chest as you rocked back and forth.

It was another panic attack.

Their giggles and chuckles only grew louder at your clearly distressed state, and only stopped when an all too familiar voice boomed from down the hallway, “Hey!”

You didn’t even have the strength to look up at James’s clearly furious voice, nor at the thundering sounds of steps making their way over to where you were.

The laughter had ceased and you were finally able to peel your eyes open the slightest bit to see the group of Ravenclaws that had once been standing menacingly over you, now backed into a corner cowering.

Remus, Sirius, and James stood in a protective wall in front of you with glares that could kill and their wands grasped in white knuckled grips.

“Get the fucking hell out of here before I curse you all into next year,” Remus hissed out dangerously.

“But she-“ One of the Ravenclaw girls tried to cry out.

“Get out!” Sirius bellowed, looking like he was about to pounce at any moment.

With that, they all scurried away with pale faces and sweat running down their foreheads, not once slowing their paces, even after they rounded the closest corner and were out of sight.

Immediately, all three boys turned on their heels and rushed over to your still panic stricken form as you took shaky deep breaths in order to try and get air to your lungs.

“N/n, n/n,” Remus called out gently, sinking down next to you and taking your shaking hand in his steady one before placing both against his heart, “Follow my breathing, follow my breathing.” He instructed.

James and Sirius stood guard, glaring down the empty hallway in case anyone was to try and come down it.

After a few moments, your breathing was finally able to go back to normal and your shaking had subsided throughout your entire form.

You gulped in a deep breath, dropping your head against the wall behind you, “T-thank you,” You said after a moment to all three boys, who were watching you with worried expressions.

“Are you alright?” James asked right away, dropping down beside you and rubbing your back, “What did they do?”

“I swear to Merlin, I will kill them-“ Sirius’s furious roar was cut off by Remus’s harsh glare.

“That’s not gonna help right now, Pads.” He told the boy sternly.

“They…” You contemplated for a moment whether or not to tell them the truth, before ultimately deciding that they didn’t deserve to be lied to after what they just did for you, “They’ve been picking on me for a while,” You admitted in a whisper, averting your eyes from all three of them, “And it’s been about how I’m so different from you guys and they noticed, and they talked about how we were only friends because you guys felt bad for me-“

“Wait, hold on, that’s not at all true,” Remus breathed out with wide eyes.

You nodded your head, “I know that, but it just got to be too much today and I guess it kind of triggered a panic attack,” You let out a deep breath, “I don’t know what I would have done if you guys weren’t here.”

James quickly brought you into a side hug, holding onto you tightly as he exchanged looks over your head with the other two, looks that promised revenge on those kids. But for now, their main focus was you.

“I wish you had told us,” Sirius fell down onto the ground in front of you, running a hand through his hair.

“I just didn’t want to worry any of you,” You whispered.

Remus squeezed your shoulder, “We always want you to come to us if something like this happens. We could have helped you take care of it sooner.”

“Now, come on,” Sirius groaned, standing up and stretching, “I don’t know about you lot, but I don’t feel like going to class anymore. Let’s go down to the kitchens instead.”

You giggled, accepting his outstretched hand, “That sounds good,” You told them honestly.

My Little Bit of Magic 🧙- @your-local-questioning-agender @its-hell @i-writes-things @etanordoesbullsh1t

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #james potter x reader #james potter x reader platonic #sirius black x reader #sirius black x reader platonic #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x reader platonic #marauders x reader platonic #marauders era #marauders x reader #marauders era x reader #marauders era x reader platonic

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mxdarling · 2 years ago

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[“You’re so pretty when you smile.”]

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��⁀➷: summary: some students couldn't accept you enter this college with no magic, luckily deuce is there to your rescue!

ೃ⁀➷: Word count: 884

ೃ⁀➷: Reference/Inspiration: N/A

ೃ⁀➷: Event: [200 followers event]

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. I don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. If you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, I am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[Warnings:] bad oneshot, lowercase, maybe occ deuce, slight spoilers for prologue, yandere behavior, implied insomnia, violence, mentions of blood, bullying, mentions of deuce's delinquent era, overprotective behavior, implied burnt out, slightly naive reader, people pleaser/'yes' man reader, not-so-strong reader.

[GN reader.]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Deuce spade;

it wasn't easy being a magicless student in a magic revolved college, hell it wasn't easy being in a unknown world! you're practicably a stranger here in twisted wonderland. luckily for you, your (best) friend, DEUCE SPADE is there to back you up. sure your first meeting of each other wasn't exactly the best. considering you've only met each other due to ace being a coward and running away from his supposed punishment but you aren't ungrateful for it. that said interaction lead to you guys being the bestest of friends. you wouldn't have it any other way really.

today hasn't been that great for you. first, you woke up slightly later than usual, insisting to snooze in just for 5 minutes, turned into 10 minutes, turned into rushing out your dorm and just spriting to the school grounds. barely even made it to class, you probably looked like a mess when entering the classroom but you were simply too tired to care. dragging your tired self to your assigned seat, placing your head on the table, putting a random book in front of you. hoping your professor wouldn't be notice you sleeping in class. not that it matters anyways you couldn't sleep. the words of your professor went from one ear to the other. wait, did he say there's gonna be a quiz next week? oh god... you're gonna fail his class for sure..

the rest of today felt like a blur, you couldn't remember much of what happened. honestly it just felt like a repeat of yesterday and the day before yesterday. it was just another uneventful week day. was. you don't think you could call it uneventful after that.

you can't really recall how these incidents follow up to the situation you're in. some students in night raven college were still, precisely speaking, 'pissy' about your whole arrival to school. you know you can't help what other people think about, its something out of your control, you know that. yet you can't help but try to change their views on you. most of your efforts end in failure, sadly. but you refuse to give up, not yet at least!

the whole reason why you try to help anyone who needs it. sometimes borderlining doing everything to help this said person. it's unhealthy, your friends have told you countless of times, but bad habits die hard and you're still adjusting to this new world. surely nothing too bad would happened because of this, right....?

apparently, that was very much wrong. you curse your impulsivity for saying 'yes' with little hesitation in wanting to help your classmate with their homework. they asked you so nicely too, unlike some other students who just demand you to do it for them. you were a fool, truly. you didn't think it was a trap to get your alone and cornered at a place where no one really checks very often. you're backed against a wall with no other exists except the one that is being blocked by your classmate.

you stood no chance against them, it was clear as day. you weren't exactly physically strong nor do you have any experience of being a fight before. you shakingly put your arms in front of your face, closing your eyes and bracing yourself for heavy impact yet nothing came. in fact something touched your cheek instead. you slowly put down your arms and open your eyes to a scene you wish you didn't seen.

the classmate of yours all bloody up on the ground, you can even tell it's them anymore. then there's deuce, his right fist all bloody up, you would've assume he got injured haven't it been for your injured classmate on the ground. since when did he get here..? and how did he know you were here in the first place!? you were about to speak up but deuce beat you to it.

'prefect..? a-are you okay?? they didn't hurt you right!?'

he rushed to you with a concern look on his face. despite the violent responses he gave to your classmate, he was very gentle with you. poorly attempting to wipe off the blood from his hand on his uniform to avoid putting blood on you. he puts both his hands on your shoulders, looking you up and down to check if you had any injuries. not that you would have considering he had beaten the person before they took action but you can never be too careful, i guess. he, again, broke the silence once more to speak.

'w-why are you crying, prefect..? d-did something happened while i wasn't here..?'

you didn't even noticed tears were falling down, you tried to wipe them away but they just kept coming back. you knew deuce wouldn't hurt you, you were his friend since the start of first year. yet you can't help but let fear overtake you. you gently try to push him away from you but he wouldn't budge. instead he cupped your cheeks with both of his hands, wiping the tears that are falling down as a way to try and comfort you when really you don't want that comfort from him.

"i really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? you’re so pretty when you smile.."

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[a/n; how do people write oneshots so good, i'm out here crying my eyes out on how do i make this look good😭😭. rushed ending? yes and i deeply apologize for it. my brain juice is definitely gonna run out istg. enough about me complaining, thank you anon for requesting deuce with #7 for the 200 followers event! it's been a while since i've written deuce before so this is kind of a refresher for me lol. sorry again this took awhile exams were taking place and i get real tired after answering them. good thing summer break is coming so more free time for me to write your guy's requests!]

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absandersongf · 1 year ago

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01. rules

requesting rules.

my requests are always open, sometimes i won’t be able to answer but i’ll do it asap! please don’t be shy and send me whatever you want, i’d love to answer your requests<3

i accept: headcanons. fic/drabble/oneshot ideas. you can even chat w/me, ask for advices, flirt, be friends, whatever u want!

writing rules.

i only write abt ellie williams, (mostly) abby anderson and ellabs. you can request ellabs x reader if u want. i don’t write __x male reader sorry. i will never give a physical description of reader on my posts <3.

u can request: use of strap. smoking. fingering. squirt. fluffy stuff. blowjob on strap. eating out. daddy/mommy kink. size kink. 3some. playing with boobs. scissoring. if u want to request something that’s not here, ask me first!!

I WILL PUT A WARNING OF EACH ONE OF THEM

basic rules.

users under 16 are not allowed in this blog. i reblog random posts.

no bullying, homophobia, racism, etc. in this blog pls🫶🏻

please do not copy my work, don’t post it like it’s yours! if u post it on wattpad or somewhere pls give credits!

#abby anderson #the last of us #abby anderson headcanons #ellie williams #ellie williams headcanons #lesbian #bisexual #blog rules

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isawthisangel · 2 years ago

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hiiiii!! i have this idea for a romeo and juliet style loki x male, prince!reader oneshot that i can't get out of my head :D would you possibly consider writing it if you like the concept too?

the base idea is truly just the romeo and juliet scenario - probably them meeting at a ball or something, love at first sight ensues, etc. other extra ideas i had were enemies to lovers, slight angst bc of it (so like... love at first sight with angst and yearning mixing) and masquerades, but naturally feel free to use or not and adjust them as you feel is best if you end up writing it <3

oh and this would also be in the golden age of asgard (yes, dreamer's ball anon here again <3)

(also, some songs that gave me the Vibe of it were middle of the night (by elley duhé), teeth (by 5 seconds of summer), tourner dans le vide (by indila), dancing with our hands tied (by taylor swift) and wanna be yours (by arctic monkeys)

tysm in advance, and i hope you're doing well!!!

~ 💙

How to hold a sword (Loki x reader)

word count -> 2k ish

plot summary -> loki and y/n bullying each other for ten minutes

a/n -> i hope this is something like what you had in mind anon ! i listened to the songs while i wrote (5sos are my favess) thank you so much for leaving requests ! (also this gif is driving me insane look at him ????? thank you for coming to my ted talk)

‘Your grip is wrong.’

You turn abruptly, annoyed. ‘What?’

Loki is stood behind you, watching silently. You hadn’t realised he was there until he’d announced himself. Rudely.

‘Your grip is wrong,’ he repeats, gesturing to the sword clutched in your hand. He looks bored and you are already infuriated by him, even though your conversation barely began five seconds ago.

‘My grip is fine,’ you tell him, turning away and repositioning your feet so that you can carry on with your training. It’s been a long day and you are not in the mood for one of his visits. You begin moving through the motions you’ve been taught, which you’ve been practicing for the better part of the afternoon, trying to quiet your mind.

Loki sighs loudly behind you, and you grit your teeth, ignoring him.

‘Look, you’re doing it wrong—’

You spin around and direct the tip of your sword at the Prince of Asgard’s throat, which he looks nothing short of delighted about. It might be the first time you’ve seen something like a semblance of a smile on his face. He raises his hands slowly along with one of his eyebrows, and the look of amusement on his face only serves to enrage you further.

‘Don’t think for a moment I won’t run you through with this blade,’ you tell him pleasantly.

‘I wouldn’t dream of it darling,’ he replies, and you scowl, dropping the sword to your side.

‘What do you want?’

‘I’ve been watching you,’ he says, looking over your head across the courtyard as he speaks as though he has other, more interesting places to be.

‘Yes. It’s starting to become tiresome,’ you reply, and he looks back to appraisingly like you’ve said something to please him.

‘I’m leaving. And you’re going to come with me.’

Your mouth falls slightly open and you find yourself wondering whether the man before you takes pleasure from confusing you constantly.

‘I hardly know you,’ you manage to say.

‘I am your Prince,’ he replies in a tone which very nearly makes you raise the sword back to his throat.

‘And I hardly know you,’ you repeat. You think you see his jaw twitch and hope that you’re annoying him.

‘What do you want to know?’ he asks, as if any one thing you could ask him would help to counter your confusion.

‘Why would you have me come with you?’

‘You tell me what you think of me. No one else will, it’s refreshing,’ he tells you shortly. ‘Anything else?’

There is everything else, but he seems to take your bemused silence as a sign that you have no further questions. ‘Good. We leave tomorrow.’

‘And if I don’t want to come?’ you ask, standing a little straighter.

‘Oh, but I know you do,’ he says, taking a step towards you. ‘And if you say a word about this to anyone—’ he continues, and your hand clutches at air as your sword appears in his hand instead and he levels it at your throat, his voice dangerously low. ‘Don’t think for a moment I won’t run you through with this blade.’

There’s real threat in his eyes as he looks at you; your breath catches as the tip of your sword comes to rest gently at the hollow of your throat.

‘Well?’ he asks softly when you don’t reply, lifting the blade a fraction of an inch to lift your chin up. Your heart is pounding in your chest, you’re not entirely sure he won’t make true on his claim and it’s only this that stops you from calling him something unspeakable.

‘Fine,’ you grit out, jerking your head away. He lowers the sword looking insufferably smug, until you snatch it back from him and turn away.

‘You’ll need to learn how to hold a sword properly,’ he says from behind you.

‘I know how to hold a sword properly,’ you scowl, adjusting your grip and repositioning your feet, again.

‘If you knew how to hold a sword properly I wouldn’t be able to do this,’ he tells you, and your sword flies unceremoniously from your hand, yanked away by some invisible force. You watch it land on the ground several feet away, baffled, sure that your grip had been perfect.

‘It’s not your fault. They don’t teach combat properly here anymore. It’s all etiquette now, as though that matters when you’re in the thick of it,’ Loki continues. You’re not quite listening, still wondering how he could have possibly known about your plans to leave Asgard. He summons the sword back to his hand and moves so that he’s stood in front of you, adjusting his grip so that he’s holding it in an entirely different way to how you’d been taught.

‘This is how you hold a sword.’

He passes it back to you, and you take it, adjusting your grip to match his. It feels instantly better, you have more control over the sword already.

‘I like my way better,’ you lie, for the sake of irritating him.

‘Then you are going to die very quickly,’ Loki replies amiably. ‘Will I see you at the ball this evening?’

You almost feel dizzy from the rate at which this conversation is moving.

‘Perhaps,’ you shrug noncommittally. Loki looks vaguely amused before turning and walking away without another word, leaving you holding your sword in a way which feels both alien and secure at the same time. You give it an experimental swing and it slices through the air with a precision which you’d been seeking not ten minutes before.

…

‘You look ridiculous.’

You spin around and see Loki stood behind you, having snuck up on you again.

‘Stop being so creepy. Why can’t you just say hello like a normal person?’ you ask him. He doesn’t reply, seemingly too busy looking you up and down. You cross your arms and lean back again the cool stone wall behind you in an attempt to get him to stop looking at you.

The ballroom is packed full with nobles and royals dressed in masquerade, clad in ludicrous masks and outrageous outfits, yourself included. You look back at Loki who has mercifully directed his attention at some other poor Asgardian. He looks just as ludicrous as everyone else.

‘Like what you see?’ he asks, and your expression goes from one of thinly veiled contempt to incredulity.

‘I beg your pardon?’

‘You were staring at me,’ he remarks, turning back to you.

‘I was just thinking about how stupid you look,’ you tell him. He smiles, which you hate. The sconce on the wall behind you holds a flame which illuminates one side of his face as he turns back to look out across the ballroom and you catch yourself before you can start admiring his side profile.

‘You didn’t tell anyone?’ he murmurs, so quietly you wonder if he’d said anything at all. You shake your head almost imperceptibly, still stood with your arms crossed. ‘Good,’ he nods, and then there is a great cheer and round of applause as a dance comes to an end.

Loki sighs. ‘I don’t suppose there’s any point asking you to dance.’

‘Why on Asgard would you ask me to dance?’ you ask him.

‘Forget it. I doubt you even know how,’ he says.

‘As if that’s going to work on me,’ you scoff, unmoving.

‘I bet you’re awful at it, the way you were moving earlier out in the courtyard—’

Before he can finish you’ve set off, making a beeline for a bored looking girl in a mask resting against the north wall of the ballroom. ‘Care to dance?’ you ask when you reach her, and she hesitates for a second before taking your hand.

‘I don’t really dance,’ she says as you lead her on to the dancefloor.

‘Me neither,’ you reply, making an extreme effort not to look at Loki as the jaunty music starts up once again. It’s been so long you’ve forgotten that you actually quite enjoy dancing, and by the time the song ends and the ballroom erupts into a cheer both you and the girl you’re dancing with are smiling.

Before you can remove yourself from the dancefloor or wipe the smile from your face the girl has been replaced with Loki, who looks far too self-satisfied for your liking.

‘So you can enjoy yourself,’ he says, and you make an effort not to scowl at him.

‘I suppose so.’

The music starts up again, but this time it’s considerably slower. You see your own panic reflected in Loki’s eyes behind his mask for a second, but then it’s gone and he’s reached out to pull you towards him. You’re halfway to protesting when your chest meets his and his hand comes to rest on your waist and quite abruptly you’ve forgotten what it was you were going to protest against.

‘Were you going to say something?’ he asks, fitting his hand which isn’t on your waist over one of your hands; your other hand lifts automatically to his shoulder. Were you?

‘No,’ you say, passionately hating how much taller than you he is. He starts to move and you follow his lead, wondering how you can avoid acknowledging the fact that he’s a very good dancer.

‘Ask me more questions about leaving,’ he mutters into the space just above your ear.

‘I thought I wasn’t allowed to talk about it.’

‘Obviously you can talk about it to me,’ he says, and you think you can detect a hint of an eye roll in his voice. It nearly makes you smile. ‘I know you have more questions.’

‘How did you know?’

‘Know what?’

‘That I was planning to leave.’

He’s silent for a moment before replying, which makes you wonder if he really had known about your plan to leave after all.

‘I know a lost soul when I see one. You don’t belong here, just the same as me.’

‘You’re the Prince of this place, as you seem to so love reminding everyone. What possible reason could you have for wanting to leave?’

‘If you’re really asking me that question then you’re even stupider than you seem,’ he replies shortly. You don’t reply, moving to the music and the shuffle and chatter of a hundred other people around you in silence.

‘Ask me something else,’ he says eventually.

‘Can I trust you?’

He pulls back to look at you, his eyes narrowing slightly behind his mask.

‘Can I trust you?’

‘That’s not an answer.’

‘My answer depends upon yours.’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Then I don’t know either.’

For some reason this makes you smile. ‘Okay.’

‘That’s it? You don’t want to know where we’re going?’

‘I bet you don’t know yet.’

Loki scoffs. ‘Of course I know where we’re going.’

‘Fine,’ you say, watching him as he looks away over the top of your head again. ‘I trust you.’

If you hadn’t been inches away from him you might have missed the small, sharp inhale, the brief flash of something in his eyes at your words. ‘I wouldn’t, if I were you.’

‘I’ll keep that in mind,’ you say, waiting for him to meet your gaze. When he finally does, he looks almost uneasy.

‘Don’t get familiar,’ he says, and you’re not sure whether he’s talking to himself or you.

‘I wouldn’t dream of it, darling,’ you reply.

Loki looks away, biting the insides of his cheeks to keep himself from smiling. He’s sure he’s chosen well.

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thenasoneshots · 11 months ago

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Blaine Oneshot - Love Story

Requested?: No (Please request…)

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff/ kinda songfic

Reader's Relations: None

Warnings:  Mentions of Transphobia and bullying/there is that in this oneshot, if it makes you uncomfortable, don’t read this

Other notes: Reader is ftm trans in this, but the first part takes place before she reveals it to anyone, (M/n) means male name, for the majority of this oneshot, the reader will have he/him pronouns used. The reader also has dyslexia in this (It’s not a major plot point, but it’s mentioned a few times)

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I took a deep breath as I pulled down the zipper of my jumper that had been concealing my ‘what I don’t like about myself’ (I don’t remember what they called it) t-shirt, revealing the word ‘gender’ with an ‘I’m trans’ in brackets underneath. The whole room went silent as the rest of the Glee Club stared at me, increasing my anxiety, “I-is something wrong? Did I miss-spell something?”

“No, you didn’t (Y/n). It’s just that’s not what any of us were expecting.”

I gulped, “O-oh… so, are you guys okay with it? I don’t feel right in my body.”

“Oh please, (Y/n). You’re just doing this to get attention.”

I looked up from my feet when I heard that come from Santana’s mouth, “W-what? Listen, I know you can be a bitch sometimes, but I’m not doing this for attention. I genuinely do not feel comfortable with my body, and if any of you respect my decisions, then you’ll call me (M/n) from now on,” I spoke, feeling the tears trying to escape my eyes as I turned around, zipping my jumper back up and leaving the choir room, before remembering and turning around, “And for the record, I thought Glee Club was a place where we could be ourselves, but I see that doesn’t apply to me. Mr Schuester, I’m leaving Glee Club.” That was the last thing I said before leaving the room properly, letting the tears fall now.

I made my way to a small secluded area of greenery on the school grounds that no one else seemed to know about as I never saw anyone else there, and sat down with my back against the tree I always did, curling up in a ball and sobbing my eyes out. Eventually, I calmed down a bit, and that’s when my conversation with my mother from a few weeks prior came into my head and I pulled out my phone, went onto her contact:

‘Remember that conversation we were having a few weeks ago? I’ve made my decision. I want to transfer.’

“(M/n)?! I know you’re here!” My ears perked up at the sound of my new name, and I realised that at least someone respected my decisions and smiled sadly when I looked up to see Kurt.

“Hi.”

Instead of giving me a response, Kurt sat down next to me and pulled me into a hug, “Let it out, (M/n). You’re still fabulous to me, no matter how you choose to identify.”

“Thanks, Kurt. I’m glad I’ve got a friend in you.”

He just smiled at me and squeezed me in a tighter hug, but before he could say anything, my phone pinged. I opened it up and saw a message from my mother, “Glad you’ve made a decision. I will email now about your transfer, see you later.”

I sent a ‘see you later’ back and sighed, leaning into Kurt more, “I’m going to tell you something, and you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? Of, if it does come up, then you have to say that you don’t know why, okay?”

Kurt nodded and I wiped my eyes, “I’m transferring.”

“Okay. Not what I was expecting you to say. Am I allowed to know where?”

I nodded, “Dalton Academy. Before you start saying it’s an all-boys school, my mum knows of my… change in gender, and when she does all my transfer stuff, my new name will be used, thank you again for not using my dead name.”

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“Okay. Sectionals are coming up and we need to decide what song we are going to sing. Any suggestions?”

“Mr Schuester, aren’t we missing someone?”

“Right. Unfortunately, due to your inability to accept (M/n)’s decisions, he’s transferred schools, so will not be joining us.”

“What? (Y/n) is going to be competing against us?!”

“And it’s your fault, Santana. You were the one that started all the hate off,” I decided to speak up, standing up and turning to the cheerleader.

“Excuse me, I don’t recall asking for your opinion, Lady Hummel,” she replied getting closer to me. I just raised an eyebrow, “Really? Does it look like I care? Because I don’t care whether you asked for my opinion, at least I can speak the truth, and that truth is that (M/n) has transferred to a different school because of all the hate he was getting from you.”

“If you know so much, where did she transfer to?”

“I am not allowed to reveal that information. I am indeed aware of where (M/n) transferred but I have been asked not to reveal it, and you should respect that.”

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“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you!” I squeaked out, helping the black-haired male up after standing up myself, the two of us having fallen over.

“It’s alright. I should have been looki-Do I know you?”

“I don’t think so. I’m (M/n). I just transferred here so I’d be surprised if you did know me,” I replied, smiling.

“Oh right. I’m Blaine. Do you need help at all?”

I shook my head, “Not at the moment, but thank you for asking. I hope that offer is going to continue to stand.”

“Of course. If you ever need help, you can come to me.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

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“So, (M/n), truth or dare?”

I let out a small chuckle, “Truth.”

“What’s your orientation? Like what are you into?”

I just blinked in confusion, “Huh?”

“He means what’s your sexuality?”

“Oh. Well, it’s complicated. The best way to put it is that I’m into guys,” I replied, trying to hide my face.

“And why is that ‘complicated’?”

“That is confidential. You don’t need to know,” I responded, “If you’ve got a problem with the fact that I’d rather keep some of my personal life private, Sebastian, then you need to think again because it’s called a ‘PERSONAL’ life for a reason.”

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“Are you nervous?”

“A little. Actually, that’s a lie. I’m completely freaking out. Look my nerves are all shot. This is my first competition performance since I transferred to Dalton, and I’m just scared I’m going to mess it up and-” I was cut off when Blaine grabbed my cheeks and kissed me. Before I could process it, he’d broken off and was apologising.

“There you two are! Positions, now. We’re on in a minute!”

Immediately, I moved away from Blaine, giving him a ‘we’ll talk about this later’ look as I dashed to the other side of the stage, making sure not to bump into anyone. I could feel myself shaking as I stood in the wings, waiting until it was time to go on stage.

“And now, please welcome to the stage, the Dalton Academy Warblers!”

I took one last deep breath, before walking on stage to the top of the set of ‘stairs’ (for lack of better word) on the stage, the rest of the Warblers taking their positions too, Blaine standing at the front of the stage. Soon it was time to start our performance, “We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts. I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.” I sang, facing the front feeling the nerves leave my body once I’d started singing.

“See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns, see you make your way through the crowd and say "Hello",” Blaine sang as I made my way through the rest of the Warblers, walking down so that I was at the front too. We continued singing the song, thankfully me not forgetting any of my words or movements on the stage and soon we got to the ending, “Oh, oh-oh. I got tired of waiting,” I sung as Blaine and I were now standing not facing each other at the front of the stage.

“Wondering if you were ever coming around, my faith in you was fading when I met you on the outskirts of town and I said…” Blaine sang as I got out of the grip he’d previously had on me as I turned to face him, “‘Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come. Is this in my head? I don't know what to think’. He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said.”

“��Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone. I love you, and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress It's a love story, baby, just say yes.”

“Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh.”

“'Cause we were both young when I first saw you,” I sang the final line looking Blaine directly in the eye. Once we were off stage, I released the breath I didn’t realise I was holding and wracked my hands through my short hair, trying to calm myself down. That’s when I felt a tap on the shoulder and I turned around to see Blaine standing there, an apologetic look on his face, “(M/n). I’m sorry about what happen-” I cut him off, “Don’t apologise. Just a question. What would you do if I asked you to kiss me again?”

His head shot up and he looked me directly in the eye, probably looking for any signs of hesitation. I waved a hand in front of his face, “Am I going to get an answer?”

“It depends, are you going to ask me to kiss you?”

I rolled my eyes, “Kiss me?”

Instead of a verbal response, Blaine just grabbed my upper arms and pulled me closer to him, kissing me, before breaking off, “There’s your answer. If you asked me to kiss you, I’d do it.”

I smiled, “That makes me happy to hear because I might just ask you to do it again,” I smirked, booping him on the nose, “And for the record, I like you romantically. I’m not just trying to get you to kiss me for the fun of it.”

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I’m just going to leave this here… I probably could add more, but ehh

#glee x reader #blaine x reader #trans reader #x reader oneshot

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lovelycreativecrafts · 1 year ago

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For my first request, based on MHA, can you write a oneshot where Izuku doesn't accept Bakugou's apology please? It happens after Bakugou accepts that what he did was wrong and says he's "sorry" in front of everyone. But Izuku gives an abrupt no or something similar before passing out. Later on, either before or after they get to Yuuei, Izuku would explain why he doesn't forgive him. What do you think?

Rejection | MHA One-Shot

Word Count: 1,423

Synopsis: Midoriya rejects Bakugo's apology.

Warnings: CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR SEASON 6

Author Notes: This was actually pretty interesting to write. I was able to see how Midoriya changed over the course of his journey and I was able to understand him more. If you liked the short fanfic, please like, reblog, and comment your thoughts. If not, feel free to leave a comment on how the story could have been made better. I hope you all have a blessed day!!

I attached black whips to two nearby buildings and began to stretch the whips as I put energy into my legs, getting ready to shoot myself away from my friends.

“I’m not going to give up on you!”

I paused my actions as Uraka shouted at me.

“Deku, so much has changed for us. I’ve changed.”

I’m sorry, Uraraka but I can’t stop now.

I shot myself into the sky as the wind whipped across my face. I have to protect them and I can’t do that if I am around them. I’m the one who All For One wants and he will kill just to get to me. I have to do this on my-

Something grabbed my hand and flew past me. My eyes widened as Iida appeared in front of me.

I looked away from him, “Stop it, dang it let go.” I grinned my teeth.

“Not a chance,” Iida quickly responded, and I looked back at him.

“I’ll always race to you. Did you forget that my name is Ingenium? Meddling when you don’t need to is the essence of being a hero, right?” Tears enveloped Iida’s eyes.

Tears also swelled up in my eyes as I heard the familiar statement. The tension in my body released as my eyes fell.

I have to shake him off fast but I’m out of strength.

Iida put me into his arms as my body went limp. Iida called out to Uraraka and wind flew through my hair as we began to fall.

“I probably should have planned for the landing,” Iida commented.

“Down here, I gotcha!” I heard Kirishima yell.

Kirishima slid across the pavement as he caught us, “These two won’t break me,” Kirishima grunted.

“Midoriya, I’ve never mentioned this but a while back this story blew me away. Some kid my age rushed into harm's way to save his friend from danger. That kid was you, wasn’t it? It doesn’t matter if you got a special power or fate or whatever. What you did back then, is the same sort of thing we’re trying to do for you now.” Kirishima finished his speech as he stopped sliding.

Footsteps rushed from behind me and I lifted my head away from Kirishima.

“Please stop running, I don’t think I could lose another person I care about. Let’s stick together. It’s time for you to come back to our class.” Ashido begged.

I stood up from the ground. Don’t you get it, If I were to stay with you all, you won’t just be losing me but you will lose everyone that is in our class.

“Yes, we all agree,” Iida added.

“For sure,” Kirishima agreed.

I turned toward my classmates, “I . . . I wish I could but . . . I’m too scared. There are a lot of people who sought refuge at UA and I don’t want to cause them any trouble. You guys must get it. Things can’t go back to the way they were before.” My voice shook.

Bakugo stepped out in front of our classmates, “Do you remember what I said when Shigaraki stabbed me through the gut?”

“I don’t,” I answered.

“Stop trying to win this by yourself. But there was more on my mind. The reason I got impaled is because my body moved on its own . . . Our whole lives I’ve looked down on you. You were quirkless, obviously way behind me but somehow it always felt like you were ahead of me too. I hated that. I hoped you’d disappear. I didn’t want to accept you. So, I bullied you to make sure you stay away. I had to reject you so that I could feel superior. I needed to win to beat you. Then we both got into UA, where not a single thing played out the way I wanted it to. Every day I was forced to see how strong you were and how weak I was. Saying this out loud doesn’t change a thing but it’s how I feel, Izuku.”

Bakugo bowed, “I’m sorry for everything.”

My eyes widened at Bakugo’s apology and my eyes grew hot from the tears threatening to leave my eyes. I’ve never thought Bakugo would ever apologize to me but why here? Why now? Is it so I can go back with them or is it because he almost died protecting me?

“You’ve made the right calls. Ever since you inherited One For All. Followed the best path, acted like a real symbol but I can see that you’re lost right now. You’ve hit a wall that you can't overcome with ideals alone. So, we’ll handle the things you can’t take care of yourself. In order to be our best selves. We’ll save you, the refugees at UA, and everyone else. Anybody out there in need of a hero.” Bakugo said.

I stumbled as my legs wobbled. Don’t you get it? You, all of you have already far surpassed me. Tears ran down my face as my legs gave out from underneath me. Before I could hit the concrete Bakugo ran towards me and caught me in his arms.

My eyelids grew heavy, “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept your apology.” Darkness enveloped my vision as the energy left my body.

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“I want that water scorching hot!” Kaminari yelled as carried me toward the baths.

All the boys ran toward the bathroom and before I knew it my clothes were thrown off and I was thrown into the steaming bath water.

“Most things in life can be fixed if you take a nice, long soak.” Kaminari smiled as he enjoyed the water.

“MORONS! He’s dirtying up the bathwater! Scrape his skin with steel wood and buckets of bleach first!” Bakugo yelled.

I see Bakugo’s back to his normal self. Normally I would cower in fear anytime Bakugo screamed at me or about me. I guess I’ve changed more than I thought. I wonder if Bakugo has done the same.

“Despite the sincere apology, he’s still the same,” Tokoyami commented.

Bakugo jumped into our bathwater and I closed my eyes as water splashed onto my face.

“Speaking of apologies, I want to make sure I heard you right De- I mean Izuku,” Bakugo said.

I blinked my eyes open, “Don’t force yourself if it’s hard for you to say my real name.”

Bakugo walked up to me, “Forget that, are you really not going to accept my apology? I really meant it you know.”

Everyone glanced at me, and I sighed.

“Bakugo, I need for you to listen to me very clearly,” I said.

“Okay.”

“Bakugo for as long as I could remember, you have bullied me. You bullied me because I was quirkless and weaker than you. You’ve called me names, destroyed my things, you even told me to commit suicide just because of how useless I am. But you didn’t stop there, you began to bully other people that were like me, quirkless and less powerful than you. And when I finally stood up to you and defended the other students from your bullying you just got worse. You liked it when people bowed down to you, coward in fear of you because it made you feel more powerful and it fed your ego. Believe it or not, you were a villain not just to me but to the people around you.” I looked into his eyes.

“I understand what you’re saying Midoriya but Bakugo has changed.” Kirishima defended Bakugo.

“He’s right, Bakugo isn’t a bully anymore,” Kaminori agreed.

“Yeah, and he took the time to apologize to you because he realized his mistakes,” Minata said.

“You all have to understand. I was Bakugo’s friend since we were kids and when he began to bully me, that’s not something you just forget and sweep underneath the rug. And it took him to almost die to realize the things he has done and to apologize to me. He broke my trust and our friendship and it’s going to take more than just an apology to repair it.”

Bakugo looked down into the water and the bath place grew quiet.

“Midoriya, but-,”

Bakugo cut off Kirishima, “No, he’s right. I’ve bullied Izuku for years, of course, it’s going to take more than an apology for him to forgive me.”

Bakugo looked at me, “I’ll make sure for the rest of my life to do everything I can to earn your forgiveness, your trust, and your friendship. I’ll do better and make up for the things I have done.”

We will see.

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rainestorm2556 · 2 years ago

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It’s clear I need to set some rules for my blog, so here they are:

You WILL read my card before interacting

Basic DNI stuff applies: harassment/bullying will not be tolerated, anti OC x cannon ppl plz don’t follow, homophobic people, racist people, enby & transphobes DNI, proshippers, etc.

I will go on many rants so be prepared

I will post my art and when I do, negativity is not allowed, unless it’s constructive criticism so that I may improve

You will not talk to me about: One Piece, JJBA, JJK, TBHK, Harry Potter, Politics, Stocks, K-Pop (specifically BTS), Camilla Cabello, sports (unless it’s the World Cup or super bowl), etc.

If you are unsure about anything regarding/relating to my rules, please ask me about it

You may gush about your oc’s & f/o’s

If you’d like a oneshot it may not contain 5+ characters, a male reader, graphic/serious themes, nsfw, etc.

I will write for OC’s IF and only if I’m given adequate information on them

You will DM the info about your oc’s to me

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Please don’t ask me to donate anything, I am incapable of doing so

Current interests:

TOH

Amphibia

ATLA

LOK

Naruto (to an extent)

PJO/HOO (Done with Son of Neptune, 100 pgs away from the end of Mark of Athena)

TLOU (Games and show, but more so the games)

Red Dead Redemption (1&2)

Fallout 4

Fallout New Vegas

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Fire Emblem (Awakening - 3 Hopes)

Animal Crossing

Beetlejuice (The musical & movie)

The Hunger Games (All books and movies)

M3gan

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Gravity Falls

If something is bolded I’m VERY interested in it

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sweetrays · 1 year ago

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To urge myself to write more, I’ve decided to try out oneshot fanfic commissions :D

If you are interested or want to suggest something, please refer to my ask box or DMs. Once the fic is written, if you'd like it public, it will be posted to ao3 with the link posted on my blog

(read my intro if you’re new to my blog before you decide to interact though. Everyone's welcome except for antis/fan cops and other internet bullies who often invade fandom spaces)

But first, here is a list of fandoms I can write for, and my personal boundaries when it comes to fictional writing

Fandoms:

Peter Pan & related media

The Stanley Parable (TSP)

The Promised Neverland (TPN)

Back to the Future trilogy (BTTF)

Les Miserables (book not musical)

Bendy and the Ink Machine (BATIM)

Bendy and the Dark Revival (BATDR)

Indiana Jones trilogy

Heathers

Newsies

A Series Of Unfortunate Events (ASOUE)

The Outsiders

West Side Story

Grease

And I'm sure there’s others I'm forgetting but if you have any suggestions, ask and I might approve.

Now on to my writing boundaries

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Stuff I will write:

Physical whump (Of any intensity)

Erotica (As long as the character’s age lands somewhere between 15 & 55)

Age gap relationships (Again, as long as the age range is 15 - 55)

Death & tragedy

Romance

Family bonding fluff

Confessions

Slash

Fights/Arguments

Kissing/first kiss

Fix-its

Crack

Hurt/comfort & angst

Stuff I will write, but I’d prefer not to

Femslash (I just don’t enjoy it as much as straight or mxm dynamics so the oneshot wouldn’t be as good)

Heavy Fetish stuff (it depends on the fandom & what the specific kink is)

Tooth-rotting fluff (I enjoy writing relationships with dark qualities so when everything’s all glitter and rainbows, it's not really my thing)

Modern AU of fantasy/historical characters (I will maybe write modern au, it just depends on what fandom you’re asking for)

Fandom crossovers (crack crossovers are fine, I just find serious fandom crossovers a bit tedious to write because my brain works so directly)

Your own OC/self insert (I will give it a go, but because I don't know the character, I might accidentally make them act quite OOC so the fic might not be up to standard)

Y/N fics (I just can’t because i don’t know what the ladies/gents want from a character lol)

Stuff I will NOT write

Erotica of characters who are really really young (I have nothing against people who create writing/art of extremely young characters because it's just works of fiction & i know there's no malicious intent behind it, but for me personally, writing stuff like that just feels a bit icky. So please pick a ship with characters in the previous mentioned age range. Thanks.)

FTM transgender headcanons (I use writing as an escape from my own dysphoria, if you’ve read my introduction, you’ll know i'm ftm trans, and being forced to conceive a story where a canonically cisgender character’s sudden transness is the center focus is so unbelievably triggering for me. Again, nothing against people who indulge in these types of headcannons, but please don’t ask me to make one of these)

Fetishes like scat and omorashi (I stand by Y.K.I.N.M.K.A.T.O. so do whatever you want, but personally I just can’t bring myself to write these types of things, it's just so out of my league)

I might update this later cause I know I've forgotten so many things. But contact me via ask box/DMs if you want something written :)

#fanfiction #commision #writing #ao3 #peter pan #tsp narrator #the promised neverland #bttf #les miserables #sammy lawrence batim #batdr joey #indiana jones #heathers #newsies #asoue netflix #the outsiders #west side story #grease musical

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meltedbluecaterpillar · 2 months ago

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Yay..#hydration af 🔥🔥 I'm...having a smootie!

AHH...im so glad..I was shy to bring it up. I really wanna play the game bc usually when smth is a game first its better than the anime? (I think the game was first..) yea..I see all the content subbed bc the eng anime js..kills me. They sound uncannily like teenage white boys that all have mushroom hair and wanna hit ..

Ahh? You write? Smirk???

From what I know it really is just dark fantasy. Like..what dark vampire content HASNT been considered problematic? Even like. Twilight LOL.

Hhhh i don't know his lore..Laito where are you..Laito...Id giggle at a crossover. Laito looks like a Trey Cater with the Ace mindset. And Kanato,,I love him he's a sweety. A little loco but he's so sweettieee..I..only know the brothers..and the mom. That is my last memory of dialovers..was the mom?.. - 🐍

Hello Viper, I’m excited about your smoothie! Yesterday I had a veggie one. I don’t eat vegetables… I usually drink them.

No need to be shy. I am… A lifeless dork. A shut in. So, I know about a lot of animanga related things. Otome especially. The anime was horrible, but I love the music they used. I used to sing along with the opening of the first season. The game is phenomenal. Again, a bit problematic because it’s… Mildly sexist. I actually like The Great Ayato and his bullying… I’m sorry my breasts are tiny… I’ll pray for them to grow so you’ll be happy my lord… Ahem… The English voice acting is horrible. I watched it only in Japanese because I couldn’t stand how lifeless they sounded in English. To my knowledge, and I may be wrong, the game is fully voice acted. You just need a translator.

I do secretly write for DiaLove. I was planning to only post it on Wattpad. I wanted to make a big story called ‘Juice Box’ but I never figured out who I wanted to be the main interest. Since the anime follows Ayato’s storyline heavily, it didn’t feel fair to the other potential routes. But I do sometimes write little oneshots. I just never post them since DiaLove is so niche now. I hope it stays niche. If TikTok discovered it and some of my other favorite games I would rip my heart from my chest and cannibalize myself.

I actually like Twilight a lot. I have a friend who owns the books and I want to finish reading soon. I watched the movies! I say problematic because the boys are pretty sexist and there is a lot of nonconsensual harassment and touching. Also the neck biting scenes are very intimate and have been suggested to be an allegory for sex depending on the scene. Again, usually nonconsensual because Yui/MC has no backbone. There’s also the Mukami brothers + Shin and Carla but usually I focus on the Sakami family… Ahhhhh but no one will stop me from moaning about Yuma. I want to be his stupid sow… I don’t mind… Treat me like livestock and feed me sugar cubes… Ahhhh his abuse feels so good~ Ah- I mean… I don’t condone this stuff outside of fantasy. But USA Nintendo doesn’t want their image ruined by horny vampires.

There are… I think… Three moms? Karl had a few wives, some at the same time cause he’s freaky as hell. One of them actually… The reason Laito acts the way he does… His mom was doing things with him that she shouldn’t. And she does not feel bad about it. But she dies so… We win… Sorta… I love Kanato’s bad ending he’s so odd and sweet at the same time. The game is just one giant rollercoaster of ‘please don’t let me die here I forgot to save again’ and ‘oh the moaning sounds are making me excited…’

I apologize for rambling… I really do love Diabolik Lovers. And because I discovered it at an impressionable age… I’ve turned into a SadoMas. Please tell me… Who your favorite is when you start getting into it… Naturally, The Great Ayato is mine because we act the same and share a birthday… But I want to kiss many of the characters… Ahhhh… Save me…

#absolute answers.#🐍ʚїɞ

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beneathashadytree · 2 years ago

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that one request where sherlock comes back after the timeskip to his wife who had a baby gave me inspiration for my own request! so this would probably work better for one of the moriarty brothers or mycroft or any character of “noblity/status” but feel free to do whoever!

so the scenario, just a warning, it’s LONG: Y/N is a woman of poor/middle class status and she’s dating one of the moriarty brothers/someone of status. she becomes the subject of gossip for all of upper class society and a bunch of nasty rumors are spread about her like how she’s a gold digger or how she’s only using him to social climb etc. but Y/N doesn’t tell her bf all of the shit that happens cause she doesn’t want to worry him. and he proposes to her and Y/N hesitantly but happily accepts, except the bullying and rumors just get worse until it hits an all time high where someone threatens Y/N telling her to break up with her fiancé of they release a bunch of scandalous stuff about him. so she basically breaks it off with him saying a bunch of stuff like how she only used him for money and how she never loved him etc and then runs away. and Y/N REALLY doesn’t want him to find her going as far as to moving to America or even faking her death so he would stop trying to find her. and i was thinking it could end in 2 ways but you can also write your own if you want! these are just what i thought of! so there’s 1 ending where he figures out what happened, manages to find Y/N, and they reunite and it’s all super cute. or 2, for a LOT more heavy angst, he finds out what happened, manages to find Y/N, but she’s dying in childbirth/has died already and left a newborn baby behind and it’s very angst filled but also bittersweet

sorry that was like SUPER long. i felt like i had to set the scene first but you don’t have to make it super long if you don’t wanna! thanks a bunch!

RUMOR HAS IT - ALBERT MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : lots of internalized misogyny and envy from women, period-typical classism, blackmail, this is not proofread, reader uses she/her pronouns!

Genre : angst (to mild fluff)

Word count : 4.1K words (ouch)

Additional notes : Thank you so much for requesting! After I had a quick look at my masterlist, I realized that I never wrote for Albert, so I went with him. He’s also the one who’s the most in the public eye, given how he was born into nobility and has a well-known job. However, I hate to say this, but this request also goes against my rules and guidelines for requesting🫣 To work on such a heavily detailed piece, I need to write a minimum of 4K words for it to be cohesive, which is the typical length of a ficlet, whereas a regular oneshot would have significantly less details and require a maximum of 1K to 2K words. I have stopped taking requests for ficlets for a year now, seeing as writing them takes up so much time, and I end up totally drained for days afterwards🫠 So please be sure to check my rules for requesting, linked in my pinned post! 🥰 However, the idea was absolutely wonderful, and you’ve been quite sweet about it, so I would’ve felt horrible saying no to that. Anyways, I hope this ends up being to your liking, and I hope you enjoy reading it!💗💗

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Being courted by Albert James Moriarty meant that she’d had firsthand experience in seeing the disparity between the English social classes. A wealthy, charming nobleman like him had—for some reason or the other that she couldn’t quite recall—taken an interest in her some year ago, despite her being born to a factory worker and a seamstress.

It had surprised her when he’d first flirtatiously complimented her for her beauty while they’d both been helping out at an orphanage during their spare time, effortless charm flowing through his every word and motion. The man was every bit as magnetic as it was whispered among the public, particularly the women of them. Though she’d had her reservations, she wasn’t immune to the sweetness in his words and how affable he was. What she expected to have become friendship soon bloomed into something more, her unease melting with every kind gesture, every wonderful outing, and every kiss upon her palm every time they parted.

The ‘Ton seemingly shared her surprise at the development, seeing as they soon became a household name for gossip. Horror and disdain always followed the discovery of the fact that they were openly together, with none holding back the sentiments of disgust.

“Her?! But she’s so terribly plane, and awfully poor! She can’t possibly be right for him when she’s a commoner with filthy blood!” She couldn’t count on her hands just how many times she’d heard the angry whispers—whether by the customers at the bakery where she worked, out about in the marketplace when noblewomen haughtily passed by, or by passersby near the mansion gates whenever she stepped out of the carriage Albert had her brought in.

Though the words left a sting that wouldn’t quite go away no matter how hard she clenched her fists and dug her nails into her palms, she always tried her best to brush them off. After all, what did it matter if the masses thought her unworthy, when Albert himself looked at her like she cradled his whole world in her palms? Why should she care, when his hand always sought hers and his thumb carressed her knuckles whenever they went on a walk together?

It made no difference if the word spread around that she was leeching off him for money, because she knew her pride and dignity would never allow that to actually happen. She always asked him to keep his lavish gifts to a minimum, and as adoring as Albert was, he’d never go against her wishes. Word has spread that she was only using him to pull herself out from the shroud of the working class and into the dazzling nobility, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth, given how repulsed she’d been by the false glamour and shine that seemed to settle down on the rich whenever they attended the balls held at the Moriarty household, causing her to politely request from her lover that she be excused from them after a few appearances at his side as he’d wished.

Ever the understanding companion, not once did he express disgruntlement, accepting the fact that she simply did not feel comfortable enough to mingle in such places—and she was unlikely to ever know it, but perhaps that was part of what Albert liked so much about her; she shared his exact feelings towards the accursed nobility that he’d been equally fortunate and unlucky to have been born into.

Through all the terrible name-calling and rumors that flew around her, she absolutely refused to let Albert in on them. Sure, he had his connections and could’ve easily found out under normal conditions, but the nobles seemed to be extra careful to not let him know. Not a single word was spoken when he was in the vicinity—a wise decision from them, really, because she was more than well aware of Albert’s capabilities; she knew he could have them fall into ruination should he hear a malicious word about his beloved. That deadly glint to his emerald eyes that she sometimes saw when he was displeased with a nobleman who’d swindled another client wasn’t an empty threat.

More importantly, she simply didn’t want him to worry. If she told Albert of the rumors circulating, his primary concern (before disposing of the perpetrators) would be her well-being. He would fret over her, and would almost smother her with his well-intentioned concerns. If he had it his way, he probably wouldn’t even leave her side at all, something that wouldn’t do given his high standing in society. No; it was best to stay quiet and shrug the vile words off.

And shrug them off she did on a particularly pleasant Sunday morning after she’d attended mass at her local church. The collective hushed voices and cruel glares were nothing unfamiliar, but she hadn’t wanted to dwell on them, seeing as she was going out with Albert right afterwards. He’d asked her out for lunch at a fancy restaurant, something that was both overwhelming and yet thrilling. She always enjoyed trying out new cuisine with him, even if the setting was a little daunting at first; she wasn’t about to spoil her fun with the man she loved with thoughts of how out of place she might’ve felt.

His brilliant smile as he held her gloved hands in his sent her heart fluttering in her ribcage. “You’re looking extra happy tonight,” she pointed out, though she had no room to say it when she herself was grinning from ear to ear.

“Well, I happen to always be happy when I’m with you.” His reply was smoother than she’d expected, and she felt herself flushing. Albert’s expression remained open and earnest, and she wondered how easy it was for him to charm her socks off. It didn’t take long for her to go down that line of thinking, because he soon stunned her as his hand momentarily left hers to pull out a small velvet box from his tailcoat.

“Albert…” she breathed out, heart thumping wildly in her chest. She watched as he slowly opened it to reveal a breathtaking ring, with a clean-cut dazzling diamond in the center, surrounded by smaller pieces that formed the shape of a delicate flower.

“I would’ve probably bought something bigger if I was left to my own devices, but Louis had to physically restrain me and remind me that you would probably hate that,” he laughed out, the tender look in his green eyes hypnotizing, “But I suppose it doesn’t matter as long as you like it. What matters is whether or not you’d be willing to be my wife.” Albert reached out once again to squeeze her fingers affectionately, lifting them to leave a soft kiss against her glove and immediately warming the spot. “Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

Swallowing thickly, she could feel her stomach flip with a mix of anxiety and pure elation. She briefly thought of all the nasty words she’d heard just by being his lover, and though she knew that things would get infinitely worse now that they were officially on the road to marriage, she squashed those thoughts. It wouldn’t do to hesitate; not when she loved him so incredibly much. It was her choice to grasp her happiness by the hands, and she could only imagine it with him.

And so she hurriedly nodded. “Of course. Oh, Albert!” she cooed, adoration washing all over her, as she squeezed his hand back, the most stunning smile on her face matching his.

***

Only a fool would’ve thought that becoming Albert’s fiancée would make things quiet down, and a fool she was not. However, she certainly hadn’t foreseen the fact that they’d only grow crueler and more condescending as soon as he’d introduced her to high class society as the future Mrs. Moriarty. How foolish of her, to not realize that they’d only grow more bitter and hateful the more her beloved solidified their relationship and showed that they weren’t to part.

She could’ve sworn that now whenever she locks up the bakery after a rainy day, some women wait until she turns around to order their carriages to leave at that exact moment, the wheels splashing the ends of her skirts with murky water. Sneers were always directed in her direction, and she’d been called a “filthy mutt” more times than she could count. The ladies, in their pristine clothes and flawless makeup, made it their job to remind her of how utterly inferior she was to them, and how undeserving she was of Albert’s affections.

One particularly sour-looking woman went out of her way to visit her daily at the bakery. She was the wife of a huge upstanding figure in society; a merchant who’d had close business relations with Albert in the past, and had supposedly remained a steadfast ally and partner to him. Since the girl wasn’t the owner, she could do nothing to deter the noblewoman from coming, seeing as she wouldn’t want to risk the business.

“You’re nothing but a gold-digging hound, pawing after its master before it sinks its teeth into him,” she’d hissed at her, roughly a month after their engagement, “I know what you lot are like, lecherous women with no honor and all the greed there is in the world.”

“My lady, I would rather not mix business with personal affairs,” she’d gritted her teeth as she said, “Your change.” And as she’d handed the woman back her coins, the furious lady had already taken off her gloves, long nails deliberately scratching her palms enough to draw blood, before haughtily turning her back on her.

Her malicious visitor at work had then persisted, injecting venomous words into her every single morning, her glare hard and loathing—until one day, she walked in with an oddly smug look on her face.

“Shall I get you your regular, my lady?” she sighed, preparing to turn around and take out her pain au chocolat, but the woman waved her off, that strange expression not wavering.

“No, there won’t be any need for that anymore. I won’t have to ward you off, because you won’t be seeing Albert again.”

A confused look came on her face. “Excuse me? You’re very mistaken if you think—“

“No, my dear girl,” she interrupted, her sickly sweet voice alerting her brain, “You’re the one who’s mistaken. You will end your engagement with him, tonight.” She had a steely glint in her eyes, her grin merciless. “Or else my husband will have a lot to say to the public, regarding the deals with firearms that haven’t been released to them.”

“My Albert would never do anything that conflicts with England’s interests,” she firmly said, all civility left behind the moment the noblewoman decided to bring her lover’s honesty into question.

“You poor thing,” she leered at her, a victorious smile on her face as she knew that she had her backed into a corner. “You seem to think that anyone cares to verify the statements. With a news story regarding his unscrupulous visits to your home at night, his honor will be in question the entire time. A false accusation after that will be more than enough to shatter his public image permanently.”

A sour taste fills her mouth as she paled. She knew that if anything were to be said against Albert, no matter how hard he’d try to negate it, there was little he could do when the entirety of the upper class turned on him. His power lied within his social standing, a good portion of which he had labored endlessly to maintain, and she would feel sickening guilt for the rest of her life if she ended up wrecking that for him.

“You’re a smart girl, and you know what to do.” The woman leaned back as she smirked. “End things with Albert tonight, and he shall not be harmed. That is my vow. Stick to your end, and we shall have no problems.” And so, parasol in hand, she clicked her heels away as she exited, leaving the girl to slump against the countertop, her heart beating wildly in her ears and fear turning her legs numb.

***

“Darling, where’ve you been? I sent a carriage for you hours ago. Were you not home?” Albert’s worried face was the first thing that greeted her at the doorstep, dresses in only a shirt and pants and his houserobe over it, before he took in the blank look on her face and frowned deeply. “Has something happened? Come in, love, it’s warmer inside.”

“No, it’s… fine,” she almost choked on her words, before she cleared her throat. “I’ve only got something to say.” Before he could look at her with his kind eyes and render her weak, she had to get done with this. Avoiding his confused stare, she twisted the ring off her finger and took his hand in hers, saying, “We’ve got to part ways, Albert.”

“Pardon?” he laughed as she opened his palm, but it sounded weak and a little hurt, “I’m not sure—“

She steeled her resolve and met his eyes, willing herself to keep any tears at bay and not allow herself a moment of weakness. “It’s been going on for far too long. All I’d ever wanted was a taste of what being rich felt like, of how the upper class was. The money was far more interesting than you’ve ever been.”

Albert recoiled a little at the words, and she was sure now that she hadn’t imagined the wounded look that flashed in his eyes. “Darling! You can’t mean that, you’ve never even touched my money, you can’t—“

“Can’t you see, Albert?” she snapped at him, frustrated at how it was dragging out. She wanted to get it over with; to bury the hurt before it could resurface. “I’ve used you as a stepping stone. I’ve never once loved, and yet here you are still deluding yourself that I still want you.” With a shake of her head, she dropped the ring into his outstretched hand, before stepping back fast as her knees began to shake and her chest began to ache. “Goodbye, Albert. May we never meet again.”

The sight of his stunned and heartbroken expression would be one that she’d never forget. It had been burned into her memory, to remind her of what she’d lost. Still, she couldn’t give up now. She had to leave. And so, with her fist clenched around the cheapest steamship’s ticket to New York, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the chill outside.

***

New York was just over two centuries old, but it still held the novelty of a brand new city. For some odd reason, everything about it tempted her and spoke to her of new dreams and a different life. And perhaps, had she not been nursing a broken heart and struggling to make ends meet, she would’ve come to love it. But for now, she loathed it and everything it meant for her.

It was nothing but a mere substitute; a place she’d fled to with nothing more than a tattered trunk that held what little she owned, and enough tears to fill the Atlantic twice over. If it could keep Albert and his reputation safe, however, she’d do it all over again without a single beat of hesitation.

Working at a bakery was a little bit better paying than it was in Durham, seeing as the general American public was better off with its economic boom than England’s limited upper class. The rent, however, took up a great portion of her pay, seeing as she was a single tenant that wasn’t splitting with anyone else.

What she most found befuddling was the cultural shock. Everyone was a lot more lax about the rules of propriety and etiquette, they spoke without inhibition with their peculiar accents, and the country advertised freedom above all else. What that freedom actually entailed, she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.

Still, it was at least a place where she could pretend that life was alright without her fiancé—or rather, ex-fiancé—holding her in his arms. She could never atone for her doing him wrong, or for lying to his face that way. Many a time she’d entertained the idea of running back home and confessing the truth, but then she remembered that sinister noblewoman’s face and shivered.

Before she knew it, she had spent three months in solitude in her small New York apartment. Her nights after closing shop was spent by the fireplace, knitting a scarf in an emerald color that was the same shade as a certain someone’s eyes.

Damn it all, for leaving her still so hung up on the man she’d never once stopped loving. She dropped her needles to her lap, hunching over as she squeezed her eyes shut. With so much she wished she’d never had to say, she wanted to cry her eyes out in despair, but knew that no one would hear her call for help but herself and these four walls.

A banging on her door caused her to jump in her seat, knocking the ball of yarn at her feet. She frowned. Her rent wasn’t due for another two weeks, and she hadn’t asked for the evening paper to be delivered to her doorstep. There wasn’t anyone coming to mind that could want anything from her at this hour.

As the rapping against her door grew more insistent, she grabbed her shawl from the couch and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“Coming, coming, Jesus,” she mumbled under her breath, before finally swinging the door open.

And there stood none other than Albert, his tie crooked, hear terribly disheveled and much longer than she recalled it being, and face looking clearly haggard and unshaven. He looked dazed, eyes dull but wide as he stared at her as though she were a mirage. Disbelieving that he stood right there in front of her, she couldn’t help but gape at him for almost two minutes, before he visibly shivered, and she remembered that he was standing in the middle of the cold.

“Come in,” she cleared her throat, gesturing for him to enter, something he seemed more than happy to obey.

As he sat down on the couch and she sat back in her chair, he kept his eyes trained on her, unmoving. While pretending to busy herself with tossing another log in the fireplace, she couldn’t help but think of just how much weight he seemed to have lost. He looked far worse for wear than she’d dreamed he’d be.

“Please look at me,” he softly said, and it seemed more like he was begging her. She stilled in place, slowly turning around to face him, and her breath hitched. Nothing in the world could get her to turn away when he looked at her so earnestly and with so much vulnerability in his eyes.

“Two weeks after you left, a woman, whom I recognized as being the wife of someone I’d had a good relationship with, came to talk to me.” His voice was low as he spoke, a little deeper and more tired than she remembered it being. His words, however, caused her stomach to sink as she imagined what could’ve happened.

“Oh?”

“She told me how happy she was that you were out of the picture. That now she had a better chance,” Albert smiled derisively, “It seemed she didn’t care that she was admitting to desiring infidelity.”

“I’m not quite sure what’s that got to do with me, my Lord.” Trying to sound as distant as she could, she prayed she wouldn’t go weak in the knees. The last thing she wanted was to get him into any further trouble by being entangled with her.

Hurt flashed behind his eyes. “I’m not your lord, and I never have been anything other than your Albert. And you, my beloved fiancée.” He leaned in his seat, the firelight reflected in his eyes. “She must’ve threatened you, hadn’t she?”

She sighed, “No, Albert, she hadn’t.” Not her, at the very least. “I wouldn’t cower when I am threatened because I don’t particularly care what happens to me.”

“And that’s why our dear friend Sherlock argued that she most likely threatened to harm me instead. Am I correct in believing his theory right?” Her tongue was heavy in her mouth as he eyed her carefully, a calculating look on his face. “Your response was a confirmation. You said you don’t care what happens to you, which means that the threats were never directed towards you.”

Remaining quiet and biting back her tongue was the only way she could prevent herself from admitting to the truth. His expression turned desperate as he stood up to walk over to her.

“Did you think I’d fear anyone? I’ve never been at any danger. Why did you not come to me with what she’d told you? We would’ve disposed of her immediately.”

She turned her face to the side. “If you had no fear, then I had enough for the both of us.” Taking in a rattling breath, she could hold back no more. “The truth wouldn’t have mattered, but the people’s trust in you should never waver. She wanted to put that to the test in the cruelest way possible.”

Fingers found her chin, tilting her head towards him. Emerald eyes bore into hers as he firmly said, “Even if she’d carried that out, I would’ve dispelled any rumors with little effort.” Albert then smiled sadly, “But then again, ignoring things was how you’d always dealt with rumors, wasn’t it?” It felt like she couldn’t breathe as he spoke, bringing to light everything she’d hoped she could bury in the past. “Fred had found that out over a year ago, but he’d been withholding the information, as he was under the impression that you had already told me.”

“Don’t berate me, Albert,” her bottom lip wobbled as she said it, and she mustered all the strength she had to keep as straight a face as she could. “If I had told you, you would’ve worried incessantly.”

“And that’s my job,” he softly said, going down on his knees to sit on the carpet beside her, his calloused hands gently cradling her face, “I’m not berating you, love. I’m only saddened by the fact that you didn’t think you could communicate these things with me. I would’ve never done or said anything that you didn’t wish to see or hear.”

When he held her face like this with that kindness in his eyes she’d missed having directed at her, a small part of her cracked. Wondering why she ever thought it a smart idea to hide things from him and lie to him, her shoulders slumped in defeat. His fingers began to caress her warm skin, and she began blinking back tears at the affection that swelled within her that moment.

“How did you find me?” she managed to croak out.

Albert shrugged, “I had a couple of connections in this city. One of them seemed to know about our relationship from a few noble English acquaintances. I’d once done him a favor, so he promised to pay me back by finding your whereabouts. After all, you were registered to have arrived at the port of New York.” He sighed heavily as he leaned in, his expression growing more solemn. “I’m sorry it took me so long to find you. It hadn’t crossed my mind at the start that you’d have left the country. Only when I had enough courage to entertain the idea that you’d left everything behind did I think of America.”

She couldn’t help herself. Perhaps it was his gentle voice, or perhaps that she’d missed his handsome face too much, or perhaps because she’d been secretly wishing all this time that he’d come find her, but for whatever reason, she found herself choking on a sob, flinging her arms around his neck and falling forward.

With an “oof!”, they both fell back onto the carpet, though neither of them cared, as they got entangled in each other’s limbs. Tucking her head in his neck, she cried to her heart’s content, wringing out all the sorrow and loneliness she’d had to shoulder on her own in an unfamiliar place that could never be her home. Albert’s grip on her was firm but loving, and the sound of him slowly inhaling her in as his hand rubbed her back was the most soothing thing she’d never even known she’d missed.

“Wherever you want to go from here on out,” he murmured in her ear, “You have all my love and support, if you’ll take me back.”

“You silly man, of course I will,” a watery laugh escaped her, sniffling as she only held onto him tighter, “Please take me back with you. Home is wherever you are, anyways.”

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cocobeanncteez · 4 years ago

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ATEEZ San- Back to you (oneshot)

Genre: angst, fluff, suggestive, university au.

Pairing: badboy!San x reader (fem)

Word Count: 7.3K

Warnings: profanities, alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of bullying and cheating, drink spiking, and attempted sexual assault.

Except Ateez, all other names are fictional.

"I don't understand how these stupid people party here when we've got exams in two weeks," your bestfriend, Doyeon, muttered under her breath while scribbling down some notes. You both were at a café in your university, studying for the upcoming exams.

You chuckled, glancing up at her from your notebook. "Your boyfriend is one of those stupid people who are partying right now."

She rolled her eyes. "Believe me, I want to smack Yunho with this," she held up her notebook, making you snort. "I'm surprised you don't get frustrated when San is literally doing the same thing."

"Well, it's his life," you said. "I'm not his parent who can nag at him to study."

San and you have been dating for a little over eight months now; other than Doyeon and San's friends, no one else knew about your relationship. Doyeon and Yunho were also dating for a while now. You both didn't really know why the boys didn't want other people to know about your relationship, but you both just went with the flow despite witnessing girls throwing themselves at them everyday. Doyeon was really calm about the whole situation, but you actually weren't even though you never let it show; you were quite worried about San leaving you for other women who were like him. You never understood why he's dating someone like you: the type who rarely parties, rarely drinks, never smokes, decently studies and gets good grades, never gets involved in fights; the opposite of him, basically.

Doyeon was about to say something, but your conversation was interrupted by someone who suddenly sat beside you in your booth, placing a textbook on the table. "Don't mind me, ladies," one of your university's badboys, Kangmin, said. "There was no place to sit, so here I am."

Ji Kangmin was handsome, and a typical badboy from what you've heard. You didn't really know much about him personally, but you knew his friend group and your boyfriend's group were rivals and often got into fights.

"I'm surprised you're here," Doyeon stated, raising an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be at some party?"

"I don't party when exams are near," he said with a small smile. "I know I don't have a good reputation, but unlike other people here who have the same reputation as me, I actually want to score well and decently graduate." You were stunned, not expecting to hear that from someone like him. Well, maybe all badboys aren't the same.

"Babe!" San whined sleepily when you pulled his blanket off his body. "God, my head fucking hurts."

"Serves you right for drinking all night," you said, running a hand through his messy black hair.

"But the party was epic," he mumbled, eyes closing at the way you played with his hair.

After a few minutes, San took some painkillers and got up to take a shower. When he finished, he immediately pulled you into a hug. "I missed you," he said, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You chuckled. "You saw me yesterday morning."

"But that was in class," he murmured, placing soft kisses on your neck, making your heart race. "I didn't get to talk to you."

"Then maybe you should start talking to me in class," you said and immediately regretted it when you felt San tense up.

San moved a step back to look at you. "Babe, you know I can't do that," he stated. "I don't want people to know about us or start—"

"Yeah, I know," you cut him off with a small smile, hiding your disappointment. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"It's fine," he said, kissing your forehead. "Let's go have breakfast, yeah?"

"Um, actually, I have to go back to my dorm," you said, making San frown and ask why. "I've got a study session with Doyeon," you lied; you just didn't feel like being here at the moment.

San sighed, cupping your cheeks. "Babe, you study so much. These exams don't matter much."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "San, these are end of the first semester exams. They're extremely important."

San didn't say anything; he only leaned down to capture your lips with his own. "Stay for a little while, please," he murmured against your lips. Before you could protest, he kissed you again, this time more passionately. He gently pushed you onto his bed, hovering above you before reconnecting your lips. Your hands wrapped around his neck, playing with the hair at his nape. One of San's hands slipped under your blouse, moving to cup your breast, giving it a squeeze. You gasped due to his actions and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. Your phone began ringing but both of you ignored it. You were getting wetter by the second and you could feel San's growing bulge pressing against you. When your phone rang for the fourth time, San pulled away with an annoyed sigh. You chuckled, getting up from his bed to get your phone from your bag.

"Hello?" you answered.

"Where are you?! Class is gonna start in ten minutes!" Doyeon exclaimed.

"What? What class? All our classes were canceled for today."

"Mr. Byun said he's gonna take class today. Didn't you check your email?"

"Fuck. I'll be there in five." You hung up and quickly checked your reflection in San's mirror, reapplying your lip balm and tying your hair into a ponytail. San's eyes were on you the entire time.

"Are you ditching your lovely boyfriend for a class?" San asked with a pout. "Especially when you made him get all hard?"

"Yes," you replied with a small giggle. "I'll make it up to you when I'm done, I promise." you placed a quick kiss on his lips before rushing to your dorm to collect your stuff.

"Can I sit here?" you heard someone ask, making you look up from your notebook. Ji Kangmin was giving you a small smirk. "Seats are full."

"Go ahead," you said, returning your attention back onto your books. Fortunately, Kangmin studied quietly, not disturbing you even once.

"Why is this so hard?" you muttered under your breath, eyebrows furrowing in irritation due to the differentiation problem you've been breaking your head for.

"Need help?" Kangmin asked.

"Are you good at calculus?"

He snorted, showing you the cover of his textbook. "I'm a math major, darling." Your eyes widened, not expecting that at all. "I thought you knew but you clearly don't," he said with a chuckle. "But I know you're a computer science major." He reached for your notebook, scanning through what you've written. "Ah, so this is where you went wrong," he murmured before explaining everything to you.

After a good three hours of studying, you got up and stretched your arms. Kangmin helped you with a few sums and told you many tricks and tips to save time and make the problems easier to solve. He walked with you to your dorm building since his was right opposite yours. You caught a few people staring at the two of you, but you brushed it off; Kangmin was popular, so obviously they would stare. You had to admit, it felt quite weird to see people staring at you. You were sure they all would react the same way if you were with San.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Kangmin grinned, running his hand through his brown hair. You nodded with a smile before entering your dorm building.

You spent the entire week studying with Kangmin and sometimes Doyeon joined the two of you. You were really anxious about the exams, but Kangmin managed to make you calm down a little; you were really grateful for his company.

"So Jihoon asked me out and I said yes!" Hyewon said, making you and Doyeon squeal.

"Girl! I told you this day would come!" Doyeon exclaimed, making Hyewon blush. You and Doyeon teased her for blushing, laughing at how her cheeks got even pinker.

San secretly glanced at you from across the classroom, smiling at the sight of you laughing; he thought you were absolutely beautiful.

"What's he doing here?" Jongho muttered, making San and Mingi follow his line of sight.

"Probably here to find someone to fuck," Mingi said in an unbothered tone.

San focused his attention back on you until that very person tapped your shoulder. "Why the fuck is he talking to my girl?!"

You turned to look at the person who tapped your shoulder. "Oh, hey, Kangmin! What are you doing here?" you asked.

He pulled a notebook from his bag, handing it over to you. "I accidentally took your notebook yesterday, so I came to return it," he said. "Sorry about that."

"Oh no, it's okay, don't worry about it," you smiled. He was about to say something, but your professor arrived, so he had to leave and go to his own class.

After the lecture ended, you had lunch with Doyeon, Hyewon, and Jihoon at your dorm's dining hall. You couldn't help but gush about how great Hyewon and Jihoon's chemistry was; they were the cutest couple you have ever seen.

Your phone rang and you picked it up as it was San. "Hello?"

"Where are you?" San asked, sounding a little annoyed.

"At my dorm's dining hall," you replied. "Why?"

"Come to your room right now," he said and hung up before you could say anything. You quickly had the last few bites of your food before excusing yourself, telling your friends you had some work to do.

You made your way over to your room, spotting San right outside your door, wearing a blue hoodie with the hood up and a black mask. You unlocked your door with your key-card, feeling a little anxious due the serious look in your boyfriend's eyes. He closed the door before moving to sit on your bed.

"Sannie, what's wrong?" you asked, moving to stand in front of him. He stared up at you, staying silent for a while before he took off his mask, tossing it on your desk.

"Why did Ji Kangmin talk to you today?"

"He accidentally took my notebook yesterday so he came to return it," you answered honestly.

San raised an eyebrow. "Yesterday? Why were you with him yesterday?" he asked in a stern tone.

"We were studying. He was helping me with calculus."

San scoffed, getting off your bed. "I'm sure that's not what his true intentions are. Stay away from him." San's words annoyed you.

"And how do you know what his true intentions are?" you asked. "We were literally just studying, that's all."

"I don't fucking like him, Y/N. He isn't a good person and I don't want him anywhere near you. So please just stay away from him."

You sighed, glancing at the tiny cat tattoo on San's finger. "Fine..."

San gently cupped your cheek, making you look at him. He didn't like how disappointed you looked and he couldn't help but think about Kangmin stealing you away from him. "Baby... please trust me, he's just trying to get into your pants." You wanted to tell him that all those girls who flirt with him wanted the same, but you knew he already knew that and he liked the attention he got.

"Okay..." You moved away from him, picking up your textbook from your desk and placing it on your bed. "Do you wanna study with me?" you asked San.

"Nah, I'm not in the mood to study."

"You never are," you snorted, earning a wink from him.

"You study, I'll just take a nap here beside you," he said, placing a kiss on your forehead, lying down on your bed.

"Don't try anything, San," you warned him, lying down beside him. He chuckled, placing an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

San fell asleep while you studied. When you took a small break, you couldn't help but admire your sleeping boyfriend; he looked so angelic... ethereal, even. You placed a light kiss on his cheek before slowly getting off the bed to go to the bathroom.

When you came back, San was awake. "How long did I sleep?" he asked in a raspy voice.

"Almost two hours," you said, returning to your bed.

"Oh... oh crap! I should get ready. I've got a party to go to tonight," he said, stretching his arms. "Do you wanna come?"

You raised an eyebrow. "You already know my answer to that."

He chuckled, kissing your head. "Have fun studying, babe."

---

"Finally!" Doyeon yelled in happiness. "We're finally done after two weeks of torture!"

"Thank god we have an entire week off," you said, gently massaging your aching wrist.

"These exams were way harder than I expected," Hyewon said and you agreed. "You both are coming for Kang Hyunsuk's party tonight, right?"

"Of course! It's in a huge mansion, you know? Besides, I need to get drunk and laid in luxury," Doyeon said, making you and Hyewon laugh.

You quickly got ready at Doyeon's dorm in the evening before taking a cab to Kang Hyunsuk's mansion that was fortunately not too far away.

The mansion was decorated with LED lights inside and out. The large hall was converted into a dance floor and he even hired a DJ. You were sure more than half of the students at your college was here, and there were certainly a lot of people from the neighboring colleges as well.

Doyeon grabbed your hand, pulling you to the large kitchen where the drinks and snacks were. You both took two shots of vodka each before you greeted some of your classmates. Doyeon was already really tipsy due to her poor alcohol tolerance. On the other hand, you took another shot and you were still quite sober.

"Wow, Y/N, you look so hot!" Hyewon said, approaching you with Jihoon.

You were wearing a lacy dusty-rose bralette with black ripped jeans and combat boots. The bralette showed off more cleavage than you'd usually show, but you were feeling a little extra today.

You noticed Yunho approaching the kitchen with Seonghwa and Hongjoong, his eyes scanning Doyeon from head to toe. You nudged Doyeon with your elbow, gesturing to Yunho with your eyes. She glanced around, eyes landing on Yunho who gave her a smirk. She smiled at him before moving towards him. She whispered something in his ears, making him drag her away immediately. You weren't expecting your bestfriend to ditch you this early, but oh well.

"Hey Y/N," Seonghwa greeted you. "Have you seen San or Jongho?"

"Nope, I came to the kitchen as soon as I got here," you replied, pouring yourself another shot.

"Ah, all right." Seonghwa and Hongjoong took a drink before they disappeared into the crowd.

One of your friends dragged you outside to the area beside the swimming pool; she wanted to introduce you to some people from another university. You spotted San, Jongho, Wooyoung, Mingi, and Yeosang on the other of the pool, surrounded by girls as usual. There were a few guys there and they were all playing a game of spin the bottle. There was a girl sitting on your boyfriend's lap, and that annoyed you a lot. You couldn't do anything about it since San didn't want anyone to know about your relationship. When you got to see the girl's face, your eyes widened; it was your ex-bestfriend, Park Hyejoo. You scoffed in disbelief; San knew who she was and what she did to you in high school, yet he let her sit on his lap. You tried not to pay attention to them by focusing on the conversation your friend was having with the people she had introduced you to. It somewhat worked... until you heard cheers and whistles which caught everyone's attention.

Hyejoo's face was buried in San's neck, no doubt giving him a hickey. He wasn't even pushing her away. You felt your eyes tear up, but you blinked it away. You couldn't look away until she pulled away. And then she kissed him, causing you to gasp.

"Why are you so surprised?" your drunk friend asked you. "She fucks around as much as Choi San does. I even heard they're fuck buddies."

San pulled away from Hyejoo, but he only smirked at her, making no effort to push her off his lap. Yeosang—who was sitting beside San—noticed you watching, and he immediately elbowed San. "You fucked up big time, bro," Yeosang murmured in his ear.

"What do you mean?" San asked.

"Y/N's over there. She saw everything."

San glanced around until his eyes found your disappointed and sad ones. He wasn't even expecting you to attend the party. He scanned you from head to toe, eyes darkening due to the way you looked in that outfit.

"You dumb fuck," Yeosang muttered, low enough for only San to hear. "Are you seriously eye-fucking her right now? Put your damn reputation aside and go talk to her before you fuck shit up more, idiot!"

San excused himself, pushing your ex-bestfriend off his lap, making his way over to you. But of course, he couldn't be seen with you, so he just gestured with his head for you to follow him. Even though you were so upset, you followed him a few seconds later. He stopped at the garden where there was no one; you could still hear the blasting music from here.

San was dressed in all black and he looked absolutely irresistible. You would've asked him to fuck you right here against the wall, but you were damn pissed at the moment.

"Damn, babe," he said, lips pulling into a smirk. "My girl's looking so hot." He reached out to pull you into his arms, but you took a step back. San frowned. "Babe..."

"You knew what Hyejoo did to me," you said with a bitter chuckle. "And you let her sit on your lap." You pointed at the hickey on his neck. "You let her do that to you despite the fact that you have a girlfriend, who is in fact, standing right in front of you!" You would never lash out like this if it wasn't for the alcohol in your system. Hyejoo bullied you a lot in high school to the point where you had to change schools. San knew every little detail of what Hyejoo did, and you remembered how angry he was when you told him about it.

"Babe, calm down, please," San said softly.

"Calm down? You want me to calm down?! That fucking bitch was sitting on your fucking lap the entire time and she gave you a damn hickey! You didn't even stop her!"

"It was just a dare and—"

You scoffed. "And what about the kiss?"

"She kissed me. I didn't kiss back, I swear!"

"And you made no effort to push her off your damn lap even after that, right?"

San sighed; he really didn't want to fight with you right now. "I think you're overreacting, Y/N. Like I said, it was only a dare."

"Yeah, how about I go sit on another man's lap and suck his neck, hmm? I fucking bet you would love that," you chuckled bitterly. San clenched his jaw at your words; if that were to ever happen, he wouldn't hesitate to punch that guy.

"That's not going to happen," he placed his hands on your bare waist, pulling you against his body. "Let's not fight, okay?" he murmured, kissing your head.

You moved away from him, eyeing the hickey on his neck with disgust. "Fuck off, San," you mumbled. "I need a damn drink." Before San could could say anything, you made your way to the table of drinks beside the pool. You quickly downed three shots, eyes closing at the way the liquid burned your throat.

"Woah, woah, slow down there. You'll choke," you heard someone say from behind you.

"Who gives a fuck?" you muttered.

"Well, I certainly do, darling," Kangmin said, moving to stand in front of you. "You look really nice, even though you look like you could murder someone right now."

You glanced at San who returned back to where he was sitting before. Hyejoo started clinging to him, and he made no effort to do anything about it again. You rolled your eyes, not even surprised that your words went into San's ears and left just as fast. "Believe me, I want to," you said, feeling the alcohol starting to hit you harder.

"I don't know who pissed you off, but loosen up, yeah?" Kangmin said, pouring himself a drink. You noticed the tattoos all over his arms, one of them catching your eye. You grabbed his arm, trying to get a better look. "It's a... squirting dick?" you tried to control yourself from laughing.

"My friend's a tattoo artist and he tattooed it on me without telling me," he said with a chuckle.

"I want one too," you whined. "I want one now."

"What? A squirting dick?"

You lightly punched his bicep, swaying a little due to the effect of the alcohol in your system. "No, a good tattoo!"

"You're drunk right now, darling," he chuckled. "It's never a good idea to get a tattoo when you're drunk, trust me."

You pouted. "But I want a tattoo."

He placed his cup on the table and moved his hands to cup your cheeks. "I promise I'll take you to get a tattoo this week, okay? Now, let's go dance, hmm?" You nodded, letting him drag you inside to the dance floor.

San saw everything and his hands clenched into fists. He was so tempted to punch Kangmin and yell at him to stay away from you, but he couldn't risk his reputation like that; he didn't want anyone to know about your relationship no matter what. San went to where you were standing before, taking a tequila shot while he wondered what to do.

"Ji Kangmin and Y/N? Damn!" San overheard someone say.

"I didn't expect him to make a move on her," the other person said. "She's a goody two shoes and he's far from that."

"Kangmin likes women like that actually," the first person said. "And Y/N is very pretty. I'm not very surprised that he went for her."

"Hmm. They do look great together. He seems to like her a lot, no? I saw him walk her to her dorm last week." San's jaw clenched and he quickly made his way inside, searching for you. The dance floor was so crowded, he couldn't even get a glimpse of you anywhere. He tried calling you, but you didn't pick up. He tried calling Doyeon, but she didn't pick up as well.

"Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath, moving through tons of drunk, sweaty people, trying to find you.

After nearly fifteen minutes, he found you sitting alone on of the sofas, head resting on the armrest. "Y/N!"

"Kangmin...?" you lifted your head. "Oh, it's you."

"We're leaving," San said, grabbing your hand.

"No, f-fuck you," you hiccupped. "Go fuck off to Hyejoo." San ignored your words, taking his phone out to book a cab to his apartment. He helped you stand up and pulled you along with him. You wanted to protest, but your body was aching and you really just wanted to sleep.

You fell asleep on San's shoulder in the cab. He carried you bridal style and unlocked his door with the passcode, moving to his bedroom. He gently placed you on the bed and removed your boots. You opened your eyes due to the movement, feeling quite sick. "San..." you murmured. "I think I'm gonna throw up." San quickly lifted you up and took you to the bathroom, holding your hair back while you threw up in his toilet. He gently rubbed your back until you were done.

You brushed your teeth with the toothbrush you kept at San's place, and you took a quick hot shower, sobering a little. San gave you one of his t-shirts to wear and he dried your hair for you.

As soon as your head landed on the pillow, you fell asleep.

When you woke up, your head was pounding terribly. You slowly opened your eyes, immediately recognizing that you were in San's apartment; you couldn't remember much of what happened last night. You moved to his bathroom to take a painkiller and finish your morning routine. After you took a shower, you wore one of his black hoodies with one of your shorts that you usually kept at his place.

You felt a pair of muscly arms wrap around you. "You look so good in my clothes," San murmured, placing a kiss on your head. You turned around in his arms, titling your head back to look at him. You were about to wrap your arms around his neck, but your eyes landed on the hickey on his neck, reminding you of the events that happened last night, making you immediately pull yourself away from his embrace.

San frowned. "Babe—"

"San," you start. "Is your reputation that important that you can't even push another girl away when she's throwing herself at you? Especially when you know just how terrible that girl is?" you asked.

San took your hands in his. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have let—"

"But you still did," you argued. "Why don't you want to tell people about us, San? Is it because I'm not like you or your friends? Do you think I'm not attractive enough to be next to you?" He didn't say anything. "I feel like you're just using me," you continued, remembering the amount of times you've heard people say San only screws around. "Do you even love me?" The last question made San freeze. You had fallen in love with San months ago, but he didn't know and probably wouldn't have even noticed.

You waited for him to say something, but he only kept quiet, eyes fixated to the floor. "San, I think we should just," you gulped, eyes tearing up again. "We should b-break up. I really can't tolerate this anymore..." Your words felt like knifes were constantly slicing his heart. "Don't you have anything to say?" you asked, hoping he would fight for you or convince you that continuing this relationship is worth it. You wished he would change.

"How can I when you've already made up your mind?" San murmured, avoiding your eyes. "If you think breaking up is what's best then okay..." he wanted to say much more. He wanted to beg you to not leave him. He wanted to tell you just how much he loved you. But he couldn't. Even if he tried, he just couldn't.

"I'll collect my stuff from here tomorrow," you mumbled, putting your boots on. San could only nod as he watched you.

Before you could leave, San stopped you. "I... I just wanted to ask you... if you ever," he took a deep breath. "If you ever loved me."

You smiled sadly. "It doesn't matter," you whispered, but it was loud enough for him to hear you. "Take care, San," you mumbled before walking out the door, shattering his heart.

"You fucked up even more," Yeosang said, watching San smoke a cigarette.

"That's very helpful. Makes me feel great," San stated sarcastically, blowing the smoke to the air.

"No offense, Sannie, but I agree with Yeosang," Hongjoong said. "You should've told her how you felt instead of keeping quiet."

"I know," San sighed. "But she already made up her mind."

"Dude, you're really dense," Wooyoung stated. "She asked you if you had something to say. That translates to 'fight for me.' I don't think you've noticed, but Y/N is definitely in love with you."

San's head shot up. "She wouldn't have broken up with me if she really loved me, Woo."

Seonghwa groaned in frustration. "If I was in Y/N's place, I would dump your stupid ass too."

"Agreed," Yeosang said. "I told you before, San, your reputation is going to fuck up everything. You need to let go of your past as well before it's too late."

"Ji Kangmin's got his eyes on her," Mingi stated. "I heard his friends talking about it."

"Yeah, I heard that too. Y/N is close to him," Jongho added.

San rolled his eyes, taking a drag from the cigarette. "He has nothing else to do other than stealing the girls I like."

"Exactly, and you're letting him do it again," Yunho said, taking the cigarette away from San and crushing it with his shoes. "You have to make a decision Sannie. Either you sort things out with Y/N, or you lose the woman you love to that very bastard again."

---

"So you had the hots for Y/N, huh?" Kangmin asked San while he waited in line to order his drink.

"That's none of your business," San said in a cold tone to his ex-bestfriend.

"I saw you talking to her privately that day," he said, referring to the party you attended almost two weeks ago. San ignored his words. "I don't know what was going on between the two of you," Kangmin continued. "But whatever it was, I'm glad it didn't last long. I want to make her mine."

San scoffed. "You just want to get into her pants."

Kangmin snorted. "Obviously. But after spending two weeks with her, without you around, I'm quite interested. Y/N is gorgeous and has a great personality. She's a rare gem, you know? I bet she'd be just as wonderful in bed and tastes as sweet as she loo—"

San took a step towards Kangmin, grabbing the collar of his shirt. "If you don't shut the fuck up, I'll break your damn face!" San warned.

"Ohhh, I'm so scared," he teased, pushing San away. "Fuck off, Choi San. Someone like Y/N doesn't deserve a bastard like you. You weren't and will never be good enough for her." San chose to ignore him, not wanting to cause a big scene at the café. Kangmin's words stabbed him in the heart. San always thought he wasn't good enough for you, but he never expected to hear anyone say it out loud.

Kangmin's phone started ringing and he couldn't help the smirk that formed on his face. "Hey, gorgeous," he answered, loud and clear. "I'm at the café near your building, getting you your favorite drink and some cupcakes. I'll pick you up from class."

"That won't be necessary," you replied, pushing the door of the café to enter. You instantly spotted Kangmin and made your way towards him, unaware of San who was standing right behind him. "Hi!" you said to Kangmin who hung up once he saw you.

"Hey, beautiful! How was class?" he asked, secretly glancing at San; you still hadn't noticed San as your back was facing him.

"Ugh, tiring. I hate extra classes. I couldn't understand any—" your phone started ringing, interrupting your sentence. You answered the call as it was from your bestfriend.

"Where are you?" Doyeon asked.

"At the café near our dorm," you replied.

"Come over fast, we have to get ready for Hyewon's party. She wants us to come early cause she needs help."

"I'll be there in a bit."

"I didn't expect any of them to be here," you said to Doyeon while drinking some whiskey and coke from a red cup, watching your ex-boyfriend converse with his infamous group of friends; they usually went clubbing on Saturday nights. "Aren't you gonna go over to Yunho?"

"I don't wanna ditch you," she answered. You gently pushed her in Yunho's direction.

"Go, I'll be fine."

Before she could reply, Kangmin wrapped his arms around you, startling you a little. Doyeon gave you a wink before making her way towards her boyfriend, leaving you with Kangmin.

"Can we talk?" he whispered in your ear, making sure to move closer to your body once he noticed San watching. You nodded, letting him pull you upstairs. You had gotten quite close to Kangmin these last two weeks; you were really glad to have a friend like him. He distracted you from the pain you felt from not being with San anymore.

Kangmin gently pushed against the wall, trapping you between his arms. You gasped. "What are you doing?"

"I like you, Y/N," he confessed with a smile. "I wanna date you." Before you could say anything, he kissed you. You were a little too shocked, so you let him kiss you for a few seconds. When you regained your senses, you pushed him away. He stared at you, confused by your actions.

"Kangmin, I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way..."

Kangmin rolled his eyes. "It's cause of Choi San, isn't it?"

"No," you lied. Of course it's cause of San. You were still in love with him. You didn't want to date anyone until you got over him. "I only see us as friends, Kangmin," you stated honestly. "You're a really good friend and I don't want to lose you."

Kangmin sighed. "Okay, let's just forget about this. Let's have a drink, hmm?" You nodded, following him downstairs to the kitchen.

You were talking to one of your friends while Kangmin got a drink for you.

"Thanks," you said, taking the cup from him. You took a sip of your drink. It tasted a little salty, but you didn't mind. You felt yourself relaxing a little while you nodded your head to the music. By the time you finished your drink, you felt pretty lightheaded. You clinged to Kangmin's arm. "Hey, could you take me to the couch?" you requested, words slurred. "I don't feel very good..."

"Of course," Kangmin lifted you into his arms, bridal style. He carried you upstairs into one of the rooms, shutting the door behind him with his foot. He placed you on the bed. "You don't know how long I've waited for this," he said, licking his lips while he took your crop-top off. You didn't know what was happening and your vision was really blurry. Kangmin pushed you onto your back before hovering above you. The sudden movement made your head spin even more, causing you to pass out. "Oh, too bad she couldn't stay conscious for this..." he murmured to himself. He ran his hands up from your jean-clad legs to the soft skin of your abdomen before reaching behind your body to unclasp your bra. Before he could pull the piece of clothing away from your body, the door swung open.

"You fucking bastard!" San yelled, pushing Kangmin off of you. Jongho and Hongjoong were right behind San.

"What the fuck, dude?!" Kangmin yelled. "Get out! Can't you see we're busy?!" His words pissed Jongho off. He immediately grabbed Kangmin by the collar and punched him twice in the nose. Kangmin fell to the floor, holding his broken, bloody nose in pain. Jongho wanted to punch him one more time, but Hongjoong held him back. "Don't. You'll end up killing him."

San started crying when he saw your passed out form; he couldn't even think about what would've happened if his friends didn't overhear Kangmin's friends talking about him spiking your drink. San clasped your bra back and put your crop-top on you before he lifted you into his arms. "I'm taking her to my apartment," he said to his friends.

"I'll drive you," Hongjoong offered.

When you woke up, you immediately recognized your surroundings. You had absolutely no idea of how you ended up in your ex-boyfriend's bedroom.

Your head was pounding and you wondered what time it was as it was really sunny outside. Before you could get off San's bed, he entered the room.

"You're awake," he said softly, relief clear in his eyes. "Take a shower and come eat. You must be really hungry."

"What happened? What's the time right now?" you questioned, your heart racing at the mere sight of him in a lilac hoodie and black sweatpants.

"I'll tell you after you eat," he said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "It's three in the afternoon. Doyeon got some clothes for you. There's a spare toothbrush in the bathroom."

"Thanks," you mumbled, getting up to go to the bathroom.

After you took a shower, you made your way to San's kitchen. You took a seat at the dining table, looking at all the different dishes on the table.

"You made all this?"

San shook his head. "I wasn't able to cook today. Wooyoung and Seonghwa made it. They left a few minutes ago." You noticed how tensed and sad he was; you wanted to ask him what was bothering him, but you knew he wouldn't answer your question until you ate.

You both ate in a comfortable silence. You tried to recall the events from last night, but you weren't able to. You frowned, wondering if you really drank that much.

"Are you all right, San?" you asked, settling on his couch after you both finished eating.

He took a deep breath and you noticed the slight dark circles beneath his eyes. "Can I hug y-you?" he asked, voice cracking while his eyes teared up.

You immediately scooted closer to him on the couch, wrapping your arms around him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck while he held you tightly. His body shook convulsively while he cried, his tears wetting your neck. You ran a hand through his soft hair, knowing it would help calm him down a little.

San pulled away from you, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his lilac hoodie. "I'm sorry..."

You grabbed his hand, intertwining it with yours. "What happened, Sannie?"

Hearing you call him by his nickname brought another set of fresh tears to his eyes. Your other hand reached up to wipe his tears away.

"I love you, Y/N," he confessed, more tears rolling down his cheeks. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you that before. I'm so sorry for being a jerk to you and prioritizing my reputation. I fucked up and I regret it so much." You took a deep breath, trying to control your rapid heartbeat while you listened to every word he said. "I felt like dying after what happened last night. I'm so sorry, this is all my fault," he sobbed.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What happened last night?"

"O-Oh you don't remember...?" You shook your head. San cleared his throat, trying his best to not to break down again. "Wooyoung and Hongjoong overhead Ji Kangmin's friends say that he spiked your drink after you rejected him." you froze in shock. "They immediately told us about it, and me, Hongjoong, and Jongho rushed over to you. You weren't conscious when we found you. Your top was off and he was about to take your bra off as well, but I pushed him away. Then Jongho punched him. I brought you here after that."

You stared at San in disbelief. "Kangmin s-spiked my drink...?"

San nodded. "He had it all planned. I'm sorry, Y/N... none of this would've happened if he didn't see us together." You were too shocked to say anything; you couldn't believe Kangmin would go this low just cause you rejected him. "Ji Kangmin was my bestfriend in high school. After I got a girlfriend, he acted like a bitch to me cause he wanted her. I really loved her, and she cheated on me with him. He spread a lot of false shit about me after I ended our friendship. When I tried to move on with another girl, he took her away from me too. I didn't want other people to know about us only because he would find out. I didn't want him anywhere near you because I knew he would try to take you away from me. I didn't push Hyejoo away that day because he was watching me and would get suspicious of my actions if I pushed her away. I tried my best to do everything that would keep him away from you, but I still failed..."

You burst into tears, wrapping your arms around San; you had no idea he went through all this. "I'm sorry, San. I should've listened to you when you told me he wasn't a good person," you managed to say through sobs.

"No, Y/N, I'm the one who should say sorry for not telling you all of this before." He held you, gently rocking you back and forth while he cried with you. "Thank you for rejecting him..."

You pulled away, cupping his cheek. "How could I ever date someone else when I'm love with you, San?"

His heart raced in his chest due to your words. "That's why you rejected him?"

You nodded. "And I'm glad I did."

San smiled, leaning his forehead against yours. "Can I..." he hesitated "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes, please."

San immediately captured your lips with his own, kissing you oh so gently. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He smiled, causing you to smile as well while you kissed him; you both missed this so much. The kiss was slow and soft, the two of you just wanting to savor this moment. Your hands played with his hair while his hands lazily ran down the expanse of your back. San pulled away, holding you tight against his chest.

"I know I hurt you a lot and I don't even deserve to speak to you right now... but I want to start over, Y/N," San said honestly. "I want to treat you the way you deserve... show you off to the world... I want to make things right between us. These two weeks were pure torture without you, and I realized that I can't... I can't live without you, Y/N. I really need you, baby."

You rested your head on his chest and you could hear his fast heartbeat. "I need some time, Sannie." you noticed him tense up a little and you knew exactly what he was thinking. "And no, this isn't me indirectly rejecting you or anything. I want to be with you, San. I always have and that isn't gonna change. I just need a little time, considering everything that happened." San nodded in understanding. "I promise that I will come back to you."

"I love you and I'll wait for you," San said, placing a kiss on your head.

"Thank you... I love you too, Sannie." He giggled, loving the way you say those three heart-fluttering words. He cupped your cheek to pull you into another sweet kiss, making your heart race again.

The two of you knew that no matter what, you both would always find your way back to each other.

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