#who heard that i was pulled out of her class so rich girl could get in

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won an award for this, the first painting I ever made officially.

Long Journey Home

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Bully Part 3

A/n: Happy new year/ New year's eve everyone! As promised, here is part 3. Thank you all for following and supporting me these last few months. Here's to a great year of smut ahead <3 <3 <3 I hope you enjoy your favorite pervy menaces <3

Disclaimer: Gojo X Geto X Fem!Reader. DUB-CON WARNING. READER ENJOYS WHAT’S HAPPENING TO HER BUT IT’S MESSY!!! Blackmail!!! Humiliation. Degradation. Free-use dynamics. Spankings. Public sex. Filming. Gojo gives a stranger permission to touch reader!!!

"Who knew the three of them were...well...like that." Utahime said, immediately gossiping once the taxi started to move. "I can't say I'm surprised though." Shoko said, "They're practically attached at the hip."

The girls and Nanami were sharing a cab to get back to their dorms, gossiping about what had happened during dinner. It was a fun night of drinks and banter, ended with their friend being kissed by Gojo and Geto. When asked about the nature of their relationship, the two men responded by saying they were…fuck buddies.

"She could do better." Utahime said, "I don't get why she's settling for those assholes."

Nanami looked out the window as he allowed the chatter to wash over him, not really paying attention. His mind couldn't help but go back to a week ago when he and Gojo were in class together, the only ones there and he noticed his lock screen...

"Gojo, what the fuck?" Nanami snarled as he looked at Gojo's phone, his screen flashing up as he received a message. There was a naked woman's photo set up as his lock screen, her face out of frame to accommodate her breasts and her spread legs and Nanami didn't want to even think about what was dripping out of them.

"Oh, my bad." Gojo said casually as he picked up his phone, "But she's hot right? She's my new fuck buddy~"

"Not interested." Nanami said, clicking his tongue in annoyance, "Just keep that shit to yourself. Why do you have that as your phone background?"

Before he got an answer, Geto and you walked into the room, asking them what they were talking about and when Gojo showed them the screen, Nanami noted your reaction. He didn't too much of it at the time, assuming your flustered and angered expression was over how vulgar Gojo was but now he wondered...

No. There's no way that was you, right?

Right?

~~~~~

"What the fuck was that?!" you screeched once Gojo closed the door of the taxi, smacking them both across the shoulders, "Why would you say shit like that?! Telling everyone we're fuck buddies- what will they think of me!?"

"It's the truth, right? Stop your bitching." Geto snarled on your left.

"Exactly. I'd rather you use your mouth for something else." Gojo said on your right, his fingers moving to tug at his pants, starting to undo his belt.

"Wh-What the fuck are you-" you sputtered, your eyes flickering over to the taxi driver who seemed to be paying you no mind but-

"Oh, don't worry about him. He works for my family." Gojo said, pulling his hard cock out of his pants before he tapped on the driver’s seat, "Hey, you don't mind if this whore sucks my cock back here, do you?"

You yelped at Gojo's words, face a bright red as you heard the taxi driver chuckle. "Enjoy yourself, boss." he said, not even looking back as he put up the divider, giving the three of them some privacy.

"There we go. Happy?" Gojo asked as he leaned back against the leather seat, his arm reaching up to grab you by the back of your head. You gasped as he gripped onto a handful of your hair and tugged harshly, his hold on your unrelenting as he started to pull your head down to his lap.

"Get to sucking."

~~~~~

Oh God.

Oh God.

You ran your hands through your hair, eyes wide as you went over what happened last night. You had hoped it was a dream but...it wasn't. You got fingered in the restaurant, got kissed in front of everybody by your bullies before said bullies announced that you were all fuck buddies.

They got you back to one of Gojo's penthouses, (the bastard so rich he had multiple houses he could just use whenever he wanted) and once you reached it, having sucked them both off in the taxi, they cleaned you up the best they could before the three of you passed out on the bed. You fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow, too drunk and loopy to do anything else.

Which is how you found yourself in between them, the two men still sleeping as you contemplated moving country and changing your identity.

To your right, Gojo groaned, his eyes pressing tightly as he fought away the need to wake up, moving from his back to his side and throwing an arm around you. You froze as he pressed himself close to you, nuzzling his nose against your neck. "Fuuuuck..." he cursed, frowning, "My head is killing me..."

"Don't make it our problem." Geto groaned, woken up by his own hangover and Gojo's whining. He looked over at you, taking your appearance in, looking quite delectable in Gojo's oversized t-shirt.

"Mmph- gimme those tits..." Geto said as he fisted the hem of your t-shirt before he pulled it up harshly, bunching it all underneath your chin. You gasped as he immediately leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it a few times before he sealed his lips around it. A groan on content left his throat as he started suckling on you gently, truly using your boobs as stress relief for his hangover, the pressure at which he sucked your nipple increasing and decreasing at a slow pace.

"I-I hate you two." you said even as a hand came up to thread through Geto's hair, watching as he closed his eyes and suckled on you. It was honestly a bit soothing, feeling him suckle on you gently and not maul on your nipple the way they usually did. Gojo grunted as he too moved down your body and took your other breast into his mouth, sloppier than Geto but still suckling on you hard enough to make your toes curl.

"Oh God...people are going to think I’m a whore..." you lamented, tossing your head back and accepting your fate, fingers threading through their hair as they used your body. "It's accurate." Geto teased, giving your nipple a few kitten licks before going back to sucking. "Exactly. And who cares what they think." Gojo said, running his tongue over the plush of your breast, making your whole boob wet with his saliva, "You're our whore and that's all you'll be."

"Whatever." you said, not even having the energy to argue. You simply lied down, almost going back to sleep from the sensation of them gently nursing on you. But within five minutes, Gojo was bored.

"Come on, let's go take a shower." Gojo said, pushing himself up with a groan as he got off the bed, but not before grabbing your wrist. Geto growled as Gojo pulled at you, not appreciating being interrupted as he wrapped his arms around you and glared at his friend even as he continued to suckle.

"Don't look at me like that." Gojo said, sticking out his tongue, "You can take her after I play with her."

'Play with her' meant him taking you to the shower and running his hands all over your body like a pervert, squeezing your flesh and washing every nook and cranny as he ordered you to stay still. Sometimes he'd fuck you- other time's he'd simply jerk off and cum on you- always something new with Gojo.

Geto growled, making you shiver at the sensation around your sensitive bud before he pulled away with a pop, a hickey already forming on the fat of your breast.

"Let's all shower together." he said, sitting up as well, "We have a mission today and the principal will kill us if we're late."

Oh right. You were assigned a mission with these two menaces. And if it wasn't tough enough dealing with them before they started fucking you, you can only imagine the shit you're going to have to put up with now. You sighed as the two men grabbed you and lifted you off of the bed, taking the t-shirt off of you and smacking your ass before pushing you towards the bathroom for a very...thorough bath.

~~~~~

"What's with the face?" Geto asked, tapping his finger on his arm as he waited for Gojo to finish getting dressed, "Doesn't it fit?"

"This- I can't wear this! It’s too short!" you protested, tugging at the skirt...if you could even call it that. You were wearing the school uniform but instead of your usual pants, the boys had demanded you wear something else. A mini skirt. The skirt only reached your thighs, even the slightest movements threatening to flash your whole ass.

"Might as well give the curses something to ogle at before they die." Geto teased, looking you up and down, nodding his head in satisfaction.

"Fuck you! I'm not wearing this!" you said, pressing your legs together as you reached for your discarded pants. But before you could even touch the fabric, you felt a sharp pain on your behind, a slap so loud and hard that it made you yelp, the force pushing you face first onto the bed. You whipped your head around, face hot as Geto stood above you, pushing up the skirt a bit to marvel at the red handprint he left behind.

"You don't have to wear it if you don't want to." he said as he pulled his phone out, pointing the camera at you and you couldn't stop him from taking a picture, "But it would be a shame if I accidentally sent this to the schools group chat~"

"...I'll wear it."

"Smart girl." Geto said with a laugh, the sound making your ears heat up in embarrassment. It made you shiver, thinking about all the material they had on you. Pictures, videos, text messages... they continued to torment you and it didn't seem like they'd get bored anytime soon.

And neither would you.

"Get on your knees and keep your face down." Geto ordered, still pointing his phone at you while he used the other hand to push the skirt up entirely, bunching it at your waist and exposing your panties, "Shake your hips. Grind that ass on me."

You gasped as you felt him move forward and press his crotch against your ass, his hardening cock obvious even through the fabric. He started to gently dry hump you, a somewhat bored expression on his face, like it was a chore to use your body to get off. He landed another sharp spank on your butt, reminding you that he was waiting for you to follow orders.

You bit your lower lip, fisting the bed-sheet tightly as you did as he asked, wiggling your hips and shaking your butt against Geto, gasping as you felt him grow harder against you. As you continued to shake, the door opened and Gojo walked in, dressed in his uniform as well.

He whistled as he watched the two of you, noting the redness of your ass cheeks. "Was she being naughty?" he asked, taking Geto's phone from him and continuing to film, giving his friend free reign to humiliate you easier.  "She tried to be." Geto said, reeling his hand back and spanking a cheek one more time before he grabbed your hips tightly, "But you know how she is. It's easy to put her in her place."

You yelped as Geto started to thrust against you, pushing his clothed erection against your clothed cunt as he dry humped you, the flesh of your butt rippling against him as he fake fucked you. Somehow, this felt more embarrassing than if he actually stuffed his cock inside you- it was like he couldn't be bothered to put in the effort but still wanted some pleasure.

He humped you a few times before he called it, pushing your hips away from him and making you collapse on the bed, your knees giving out as you panted against the bedsheet, face red hot with shame. You barely processed Gojo coming behind you, sliding his hand up your waist before he whisked your panties off, tugging them off of your legs before throwing them to the side. You were about to spread your legs, assuming the man was either going to eat you out or fuck you but he simply gave your butt a pat before saying:

"Get up. We gotta go."

"Wh-huh?" you babbled, watching as Gojo grabbed your skirt and pulled it down over your butt, the fabric barely covering you. You pushed yourself off of the bed and stood up, ears flushed as you once again were made aware of just how short the miniskirt was. All it took was for one small movement for anyone to see your privates. "Th-then why did you-"

"You thought being spanked was your punishment?" Gojo asked, a smirk on his face as he leaned in to kiss your cheek, "Nah. You don't get to wear panties."

"No- You can't!" you protested, pressing your hand between your legs, trying to pretend like your cunt wasn't gushing.

"Principal is asking if we've left yet." Geto said, interrupting the conversation, "I could send him a picture of you over Gojo's knee, getting your ass spanked and explain exactly why we're running late. Shall we do that?"

"...Let's go."

Gojo’s driver from last night was picking the three of you up and to your horror but not surprise, Gojo ordered you to sit in the passenger’s seat. You could feel the driver’s eyes on you as you tried to get into the car without flashing him, all decency thrown out the window as you practically covered your bare pussy with your hand as you sat down beside the stranger.

"Did you see her pussy?" Gojo asked once he settled down in the back, Geto beside him.

"I'm afraid not, Sir. She was covering herself." The driver confessed, quite expressionless.

"How rude. Hey," Gojo said, getting your attention as he tugged at your ear, "Spread your legs. Let him see your cunt."

You jumped, your ears ringing at his command, jaw dropping to the floor at the shameful demand. You pussy was already wet- "I- that's- I can't do that!"

"Either you spread your legs or I rip that skirt off and toss you out of the car. Your choice."

With a gulp, you took a deep, shaky breath, your heart hammering in your ears before you slowly started spreading your legs. You heard the driver’s breath hitch as your skirt bunched up, completely exposing your puffy pussy to him. He even leaned forward a bit to get a good look at you, making you close your eyes shut so you wouldn't have to see it.

You pressed your mouth close tightly so they wouldn't hear you moan.

"What do you think? Good pussy, right?" you heard Gojo ask, the other two men also leaning forward to look at you like they weren't more than familiar with your body.

"She's beautiful," the driver responded, "so puffy and cute~"

"Why don't you touch her a bit?"

You gasped, back arching off the seat as you immediately felt a hand on your pussy. Your eyes snapped open, watching as the driver had indeed slid his hand between your legs and was touching you. A total stranger was rubbing your cunt!

"She's so wet~" the man teased, a smile on his face as his fingers glided between your folds, the slick sound of your wetness echoing through the car, "Oh, she feels amazing."

"Doesn't she? She's a perfect little fuck toy~" Gojo said, biting his lower lip as he watched you get touched by the driver, a twinge of possessiveness popping up as he eventually ordered him to stop. The man immediately listened, pulling his hand away from your pussy before licking his fingers off your juices, the action making you moan in embarrassment.

"You know where to take us, right?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Get to it. And you," Gojo said, kicking your seat and getting your attention, "Keep your legs spread, got it? Give him something to look at while he drives."

After the long and awkward car ride where you kept your legs spread the whole time, the three of you were dropped off at your location (but not before the driver got to cop another feel). It was an abandoned location, decrepit and having a strong vibe of curses. The cursed energy was so strong it made your skin crawl and your teeth chatter. But you knew you had nothing to worry about. Not only were you strong, but you also had the two idiots with you who were labelled the strongest sorcerers.

It was strange that the curses were not the things that were making you nervous. You tried not to think about how you were used as a toy. As a plaything. As something they can give other people permission to use as they pleased. You couldn’t believe that just seconds ago- a random stranger had their hands on your most private part.

You tried not to think about how much you loved it. "Lead the way." Geto said, giving your butt a pat before you started walking. You didn't need to look behind you to know that they were taking pictures of you, Gojo one time practically putting the camera between your legs and taking an upward shot.

"Stop- I'm trying to focus!" you complained, pulling down the skirt as best as you could which you knew barely did anything.

"You'll only focus once you stop worrying about your outfit. It's just us here, after all." Geto said, "So flash that pussy and find the curse."

"I don't see you two doing any work." you said, cheeks red as you glared at them, "Find the curses, why don't you."

"Nah." Gojo said, idly scrolling through his phone, his glasses reflecting the photos he just took of you.

"The fuck you mean, nah?"

"It's your job to find and defeat the curses today." Geto explained, giving you a sly smile, "Do a good job and we might put in a good word with Yaga. Our recommendation means something, you know."

"...you guys are never that nice." you said, smelling a scheme, "what do you want?"

"We don't want anything." Gojo said, "And as long as you do as you're told, of course. Now push that skirt up and show me your ass."

You huffed, quickly realizing what this mission was going to be.

But hey, if you get a promotion through this...then perhaps you can stick it out.

You gripped your skirt and pulled it up, not having to do much as your peach butt got exposed. The two men laughed and whistled, getting enjoyment and more blackmail material: many pictures of you, in uniform, at a location of curses, flashing your butt. And this was only the beginning.

As you started tracking down the curse, your senses were on high alert and you gradually forgot about the skirt, the shiver you felt as you got in contact with the thick cursed energy making you decide that you needed to focus on the task as hand. You blocked out the two of them following behind you and you blocked out the sensation of your skirt riding up enough for your lower half to be almost bare. When you sprinted up the stairs, feeling a curse nearby, your skirt rode up completely and you only pulled it down once you reached the top.

In front of you was a curse, not a special grade but not weak either. It was a large, disgusting looking thing, oozing power but you knew it was not as strong as you.

"I'm guessing the two of you aren't going to help?" you asked, getting ready as the curse spotted you. "Nope." they responded, Gojo's phone out and pointing at you, taking a video, "all yours."

You didn't have time to respond as the curse suddenly lunged at you, dragging its disgusting body with surprising speed as it gained to attack. You sprinted around it, your body swift and deadly, understanding the way the curse worked in a matter of seconds. You countered every move with your own, slowly weakening it before you exorcised it, the curse dissipating in the wind.

"That was pretty decent, even for you." Geto said once Gojo stopped recording, "you didn't even let the fact that your whole pussy is out stop you from doing the job. Well done."

You looked down and sure enough, from all the running and the dodging and the fighting, your skirt had ridden up once more and your cunt was totally out in the open. You blushed and you quickly pulled the skirt back down, your ears turning red from the embarrassment.

"Fuck. I'm horny now." Gojo muttered as he pocketed his phone, "Hey, hands on the wall- I'm gonna fuck you."

"Wh-" you sputtered, blushing heavily, "But we're busy!"

"Geto can deal with it. My balls come first. Pun intended."

The black haired man rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his face as he said: "Fine. But I'm fucking her once I’m back so you better finish by then."

"No promises~"

Not caring about your response, Gojo walked upto you, gripping you by the back of your neck before he pushed you gently against the nearest wall, his other hand pulling your skirt up. Geto walked past the two of you, following the curse as he left you behind to get a pounding.

"Oh, you're so wet, you nasty bitch." Gojo snarked, grinning as he felt you up, his fingers sliding between your folds, "You loved walking around in this slutty little mini skirt, huh? Yeah, I know you loved it. Probably wanted us to fuck you this whole time."

"D-Don't flatter yourself!" you retorted, wincing as he pinched the plush of your butt before he changed your position a bit. "Mhmm. You're real fucking convincing. Now spread your legs. I want to fuck this nasty pussy."

 Grabbing you by the hips, he made you bend forward, your palms against the wall and your ass presented to him. He continued to play with your pussy, two fingers easily sliding inside of you while his other hand got to work on his pants. He simply slid them down enough for his cock to pop out, hard, throbbing and leaking pre-cum from the red tip. He tapped it against your ass, staining your skin with his fluid before he took his finger out and pressed the tip against your cunt.

He didn't care for foreplay and he didn't care if you felt good. He was here to fuck and that's what he was going to do. And you were going to take it.

"Oh yeah, that's a good pussy~" he groaned as he started pushing inside of you, his cockhead popping into you easily from how wet and dripping you were. You hated to admit it but running and around and flashing your privates had gotten you hot and bothered, even if you were just exposing yourself to the two men who were more than familiar with your body.

You gasped as he continued to bully his cock inside you, eventually bottoming out and spreading your cunt so deliciously wide. His groans were audible through the empty hallways, both his hands now grasping your hips greedily. With a lick of his lips and no warning, the man started to thrust, starting off a bit slow. Your moans jumped with each thrust, your ass rippling against his hips each time he fucked his cock deep, deep inside you.

Despite the many times you've gotten thoroughly pounded by Gojo, you simply can't seem to get used to his size. His cock was deliciously long and thick and each thrust in had his leaking cockhead pressed up against your womb. You slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your noises on instinct, slick dripping down your legs and staining the floor.

"Fuuuuck- I'm addicted to this free use pussy!" Gojo growled as he not so gently smacked your ass, laughing at your squeal, "Bend you over and fuck you anytime- claim you as my personal whore. I fucking love it!"

“Shut the fuck u-u-upppp!” you squealed, his cock curving just right and bumping against your special spot, a rush of pleasure sparking through your spine. Gojo simply spanked you again before he used that hand to grab your hair, pulling at it roughly. You gasped as your head was pulled back, the pain of your hair being tugged at addicting.

“I felt your pussy tighten, bitch~” Gojo snarled with a smirk, “You love being bullied by us so much- it’s so pathetic and I love it.”

“You’re pathe- ohhh right there- right there!”

“Yeah? Here? Little bitch likes it when my cocks hits her right here?”

Gojo angled his hips so he hit your g-spot with every thrust forward, the clap of his hips against your butt practically echoing through the hallway. You couldn’t hold back your moans, little ‘uh-uh-uh’s leaving you as he pounded your cunt like a toy. You didn’t know how long the two of you were there for, fucking in the open, in the middle of the abandoned building. You were so focused on the pleasure that you didn’t notice the pressure of the curses suddenly disappear.

“Are you done yet? It’s my turn to cream her cunt.”

You groaned as Geto walked over to the two of you, wiping his mouth.

“I still got the taste of a curse on my tongue. I’d like to wash it down with her pussy.”

“Fuck- wait for a bit.” Gojo said, panting heavily, sweat marring his brow, “I’m almost done.”

“Nope. I’m not waiting.” Geto said, punching Gojo in the shoulder and ruining his rhythm, “Plus, there’s another curse that needs killing and I’m pretty sure it’s your turn.”

“You want- fuck-“ Gojo cursed, stilling inside you to give Geto a look, “You want me to fight a curse with a hardon?”

“Well, she fought one with her pussy out so I’m sure you can manage.”

Gojo sighed, rolling his eyes before he conceded, “Fine, fine. But you owe me one.”

“I do not. Now get going.”   Gojo pulled out of you, the slick sound of it making your body shiver as his erect cock stood tall, covered in your juices. He tucked himself back in his pants the best he could, his dick still straining against his pants as he quickly walked away, a determined look in his eyes. He wanted to finish off this final curse as soon as he could so he could get back to destroying your pussy.

Before you could even blink, a bit dazed from the lack of pleasure, Geto was on his knees behind you, his hands gripping your asscheeks before he pulled them apart and surged forward. Blood rushed upto your cheeks so fast you felt dizzy as Geto stuffed his face between your cheeks. He groaned as he rubbed his face on you for a bit, enjoying the feeling of your soft flesh against him like a pervert before he stuck his tongue out and got to licking. He took a long, greedy lick from your clit all the way upto your asshole, teasing your rim before slightly sticking his tongue inside.

Your body shivered, little gasps leaving your mouth at his shameless actions, the man starting to eat you out like a messy meal. He clearly didn't care if you felt good, his movements sloppier than usual, and obviously just wanted a taste. But that didn't stop your body from responding to him, your hips subconsciously pushing out in a silent plea for more, your pussy dripping. He lapped up your juices, drinking you down with a groan as his hands continued to squeeze and pinch at your cheeks.

“Fucking- perfect.” He moaned against you, his words vibrating your clit and making your knees shake, “Just what I needed.”

With a final, toe-curling suck to your clit, he stood up, ordering you to turn around and face him as he started undoing his pants. Your back was pressed against the wall, Geto standing close enough for your chests to almost touch. “Take your top off. Get naked for me.” He groaned as he fished his dick out, giving it a few tugs as he eyed you down like you were a piece of meat. You gulped, heart beating fast in your chest as you hurriedly started to unbutton your blouse, trying to pretend like you weren’t eager.

If they knew just how needy you felt…

Geto suddenly grabbed you by the waist once your buttons were undone before he lifted you up like you weighed nothing. You yelped as he slammed you tightly against the wall, feeling his cock throb against your eager cunt as your legs wrapped around his waist. He grabbed onto the cup of your bra before pulling the right one down, exposing that nipple. He bent down and took it into his mouth, the man clearly having an obsession with your tits as he started suckling.

His eyelashes tickled your skin as he ran his tongue over your sensitive bud, giving it a few flicks with the tip before sealing his lips around it and giving it a toe-curling suck. As he suckled, his other hand slid down and grabbed his cock, tapping it a few times against your pussy before he slid in, the glide easy thanks to Gojo’s previous pounding.

“Ah- fuck-yes-“ you gasped out, unable to hold yourself back, briefly registering that all traces of curses had disappeared in an instant, Gojo having finished the job. It was only a matter of time before he rushes to the two of you, demanding to be back inside you.

This was what you were expected to do for them. Be a pair of spread legs for them to use whenever they want- to be fucked silly- to be bred- to be truly and utterly degraded. Maybe Gojo would make you suck his cock. Maybe the two of them would swap places. Or maybe they’d finally fuck your ass.

From the corner of your eye, your vision blurry thanks to the tears from how harshly Geto was pounding into you, you could see someone hurriedly walk towards you, unbuttoning his pants along the way and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh among your moans.

Today was going to be a long day.

~~~~~

[astermath]

second chance ₓₒ⋆:

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve decides to ask out the girl who he keeps seeing around hawkins with her nose in a book. he’s a little surprised when he gets brutally rejected, only to find out his “king steve” era is haunting him more than he expected. he attempts to make it up to you and show you he’s changed, even if it takes him a couple of tries.

word count: 4.8K (oops)

warnings: cursing, no use of y/n, bullying, regular size font below!

notes: first time writing for steve YES I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HIM! YES IT IS THE FAULT OF ALL THE GOOD FIC WRITERS ON HERE! and thus,, I had to participate,, I hope I got his character down, I might write more for him so let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further steve harrington related content!

tagging some writers who have absolutely inspired me to write this with their own incredible fics, be sure to check them out <3 @hungharrington @sunshinesteviee @ghostlyfleur @lilacletter​ @stevenose​ 

As a teenager, you’d grown to hate Hawkins. It was a mundane, small town with boring people, not much to do, not to mention the weird supernatural rumors you’d hear about every other week. 

But nothing was worse than your high school, Hawkins High. There was a strong social hierarchy, with you firmly placed at the bottom. You were a class A nerd, getting good grades, and always reading to distract yourself from your lack of a social life. So naturally, you got picked on a lot. At first it was just some girls in your class, laughing at your big glasses and the way you dressed. But as you got older, you’d caught the eye of so called “king Steve” and his goons.

You’d heard plenty about him by junior year; how rich his parents were, how he was the best at sports, how every girl practically dropped to their knees when he entered a room. He’d started noticing you when his friend Carol pointed you out, sitting alone on a bench outside school, waiting for your dad to pick you up. His finger had pushed your book down so he could look at your face, and you were soon met with his all too cocky grin. 

“Watcha readin’, four eyes?” The ego was nearly dripping off his words, making your stomach turn.

“None of your business.” you pulled your book away, keeping a finger between the pages you were on. “Doubt it’s near your reading level anyways, Harrington.” You may have been nerdy, but you were no pushover. If they wanted to be condescending, then you’d play their game right back at them.

“That’s no way to treat your king, is it?” Tommy chimed in, like a parrot on his shoulder. You were sure that guy would be nowhere without his friend’s reputation, considering he had the personality of a wet sock.

“My king?” You repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Can’t you just leave me alone?” You tried putting your book away, but Carol had snatched it from your hands just before you could reach your bag.

“Oooh, is this your diary or somethin’?” she flipped it open, shit eating grin plastered over her face as she ran her nail over your name written on the opening page. 

“Do you mind? Give it back!” you’d reached out to grab it from her, but she’d already tossed it back to Steve, who was now holding it high above his head. 

“Come and get it sweetheart,” He smirked. “Might have to get real close for it though.” Tommy laughed like a hyena at his taunting, and you swore you would have punted him if they didn’t outnumber you. 

You scowled, ready to just grab your bag and make a swing for it. “Over my dead body, Steve.” You spat his name, and he grinned at your response. 

“Ahh, shouldn’t have said that.” He dropped the book down into the muddy puddle in front of you, stepping on it to make matters worse. 

You watched, mouth slightly agape as tears welled up in your eyes. Carol cackled while you stood frozen, clutching your bag as you watched the pages soak up the filthy water under his foot. You had every reason not to like Steve, he was like every movie’s description of a high school bully. But he’d destroyed something personal of yours. So now you had every reason to hate Steve.

And the bullying never stopped there. He’d laugh when Carol put her gum in your hair, when Tommy would bump into you extra hard in the hallway, when you’d turn around every time you saw him.

So when graduation came, you couldn’t be happier to get out of there and go to college.

Except your dad got fired from his job. And so, after just a year of college, you’d abandoned your dream of majoring in English literature and returned to the sad, miserable old town you grew up in. 

So you’d taken on a job in your local bookstore, hoping to make enough money to rent an apartment anywhere else soon. You spent the rest of your time reading and writing, usually outside to get some inspiration. You weren’t surprised to see a lot of familiar faces, though you’d never actually spoken to most of them. College was expensive, and a lot of people from Hawkins were just going straight into working than bothering to study. Or maybe some were in the same unfortunate position as you, tragically locked to your hometown.

You were sat outside the backside of the mall, listening to people’s conversations around you. Though you were never much of a socialite, you were very interested in the way people interacted with one another, especially if they were from completely different backgrounds than you.

Two books sat besides you, knees brought up close to your chest as your papers leaned against your legs. You messily wrote down strings of sentences and words of inspiration, a description of what you were seeing too, every now and then. You were an aspiring writer, hoping your literary skills would one day break you out of your current situation, but with the current state of the world, that’s all you could really be. Hopeful.

You were daydreaming about the life you’d build for yourself, finger running over the tip of your pen. You were so involved in your own train of thoughts, you almost hadn’t noticed the sudden new presence besides you. 

“Watcha writin’, pretty girl?” 

The voice sounded familiar. A little too familiar for your liking, actually. You kept your eyes on the page, hoping you conveying your disinterest was working in driving the guy away. You sighed, clicking the pen a few times. “Do you really care, or do you just wanna bother me?”

You could hear a faint chuckle, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t sound nice. Still, you were working, and you preferred not to be disturbed when you were.

“You got me there,” the guy spoke, and you could tell he’d moved a little closer, because you could now smell a sliver of his cologne. “Was never one for books, but I’ve been wanting to read more. What is this, Pride and Prejudice?” He picked up one of the books, and you turned, about to take it from when your eyes landed on his face, freezing midway when you finally realized why he sounded so familiar.

Steve motherfucking Harrington.

Same cocky smile, same brown eyes, same somehow always perfectly styled hair, and probably same asshole altogether.

You squinted slightly, not sure if you were hallucinating or not. “... Steve Harrington?” You question, and you could tell he doesn’t quite know how to react at first.

Truth be told, Steve had changed. A lot. All the things he’d gone through, the connections he’d made, the ego checks he got, it made him a new man. Or so he definitely liked to believe. But he was also painfully aware of his reputation, his old persona still haunting him sometimes. Still, he’d never seen you before, so he hoped it was a relatively positive image you had of him.

“I guess my reputation precedes me,” he smiled, and you think it’s the first time you’d ever seen him genuinely smile. Not the smile he gave you when his friends were teasing you, no, this one was much softer. “Or maybe... We’ve met before?”

And then it clicked.

Steve had no clue who you were.

Sure, you’d developed a better sense of style over the years. You no longer needed braces, you had grown into your body better, and your glasses fit your face a lot more. But you didn’t think you changed that much. Besides, your personality had remained the same. You were still the sharp tongued, book loving, nerdy girl he’d bullied back then.

It was true, he didn’t recognize you. He was almost certain you were new in town, telling his best friend Robin that if he knew you, he’d definitely recognize a face that pretty. She had no clue who he was talking about, this mysterious girl he’d seen reading and writing all over Hawkins, so she just told him to make a move. So he did.

“So uh,” He leaned his arm over the backside of the bench, facing you. “I was wondering if you’d maybe like to go out sometime. Y’know, catch a movie, go to the arcade, whatever you’d like to do for fun, uh...” he flipped the book open on the first page, reading your name aloud. And then it clicked for him too. You weren’t new here, and you most certainly knew him. He looked back up at you, already getting ready to apologize when you snatched the book from his hands and got up. 

“Go fuck yourself, ‘king Steve’.” You scowled, shoving your stuff in your bag and angrily walking off.

He had to admit, that stung, hearing you use his old nickname like that, and then watching you storm off. He was starting to realize that there were more consequences to his high school endeavors than he’d initially imagined, that he couldn’t just move on and pretend that he was a new person now. He had to make things right. Starting with you, the pretty girl with the glasses. 

“And-- and then, wait for it-- I look into the book, right?” Steve stands behind the counter of Family Video, hands motioning vividly as he tells his friend about what had happened the day before.

Robin nods, mumbling some kind of “uhuh” as she continues to organize the shelves.

“And it’s her! It’s four eyes!” He exclaims, looking expectantly at his colleague, hoping for a big reaction.

“I’m sorry, who?” Robin’s face contorts in confusion, turning to face him with a hand on her hip.

“Shit, uh, she was like always reading and stuff, and she had these-- these glasses, they were way too big for her face, and--”

His sentence was cut short by the jingle of the door opening, and the two of them looked to see you there, who was clearly not expecting a welcome committee. Your gaze crossed Steve’s, and for a moment he felt like you were about to kill him with just your stare. You rolled your eyes, scoffing audibly and started looking through the shelves.

Robin looked at Steve, mouthing a “is that her”, to which he nodded stealthily. She replied by smiling approvingly, as if she now understood exactly why he wanted to make things right. You were really pretty, she could definitely see that.

You damn near slammed down the tape you wanted to rent for the day on the counter, avoiding eye contact as you looked through your bag for your wallet.

“Are you already registered at Family Video or—“

“No.” You cut him off, head snapping up.

“Alright,” Steve nodded, slightly intimidated. “I’ll just need your name and phone number for the registry.”

You stared at him for a few moments, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. Did he really think you were that stupid?

“Are you fucking—“ You looked over at his colleague. “Is he fucking with me?”

Robin shook her head slowly, slightly intimidated. Though she could see why he had to work his way up to talking to you, she had to admit, it was quite funny seeing Steve actually struggle talking to a girl like this.

“We need it in case you don’t return the tape.” He gave you a thin lipped, awkward smile as he got the keyboard out to type it in.

“Fine,” You huffed, “but if I get a personal call from you, I’m changing numbers.” You started to list your phone number and complete your registration. You just wanted to watch the Breakfast Club for christ’s sakes, this was taking ages…

“That’ll be 10 dollars,” he put on a sweet, almost customer service-y smile, “please.”

“Yeah, fine, just—“ You rummaged through your bag, brows furrowing when you still couldn’t manage to find your wallet. You were certain you had it, although you did grab your stuff in a bit of a rush that morning. “I swear it’s here, it’s just under all this other stuff…”

You were about to dump the contents of your bag onto the counter when Steve held up his hand, pulling out his own wallet. “It’s fine, I got it.” He deposited 10 dollars of his own into the cash register, sliding the tape back over to you along with a receipt. “Courtesy of Steve Harrington.”

You looked down at the tape, and something in you wanted to smile. You were still getting used to this, guys doing nice things for you because you were pretty, but it was different from Steve. You were mad at him, and rightfully so. Te, measly dollars wasn’t going to cut it.

You muttered a “thanks”, stuffing the tape in your bag and waving Robin a quick goodbye before speed walking back outside. Your cheeks burned hot, and you hated to admit it, but it was a really cute gesture from Steve.

“She seems nice.” Robin said, watching Steve’s expression falter with a bit of an amused grin.

Steve leaned his face into his hands, watching you leave through the window. “The nicest.” He sighed, lowering his head to rub his hands over his face. “I’m gonna have to give that another try though.”

Robin chuckled, going back to the task at hand. “Good luck with that, casa nova.”

And so he did. He kept trying. It wasn’t just because he wanted to prove something to himself, he was genuinely intrigued by you. Even back in high school, he wondered what was going on in that head of yours when you’d daydream in class, or when you were writing during breaks. But he knew he’d never hear the end of it from Tommy if he talked to you, so he chose the easy way out. Coping by making fun of you. At least that way, he never had to prove to anyone if he liked you or not.

But it wasn’t fair, not towards you, of course. He never should have treated you that way, and this was his chance of making things right. And maybe finally finding out what was always happening in that pretty mind of yours.

You were stacking books on the shelves at your job, humming a tune to yourself. You liked your job, you always got to buy books at discounted prices and read whenever it was quiet. It was a nice step-up to what would hopefully become a real writing job one day, having your own books sold in a place like this.

“Excuse me,” a voice stirred you from your daydreaming, “I’m looking for something new to read.”

You turned, and as soon as you once again caught sight of Steve, your customer service smile faded into a scowl. “You stalking me now, Harrington?”

He put up his hands in a defensive position. “Woah, jump to conclusions much?” He chuckled nervously. “No, I uh... Robin told me you worked here. So I decided to drop by.” He followed closely behind you as you walked to the back to start stacking the shelves there.

“So what are you really doing here, besides bothering me?” You turned, a book clutched to your chest. It reminded him of how you used to walk the halls, always with a book held over your heart. It was almost poetic, now that he thought about it. He knew books were your comfort, so it only made sense you’d always keep one near.

“Like I told you,” he leaned against one of the shelves, hand slipping down just a tad which almost made him lose composure, “I’m looking for somethin’ new to read.”

You raised an eyebrow, and you had to admit, he had your attention. “You?” You scoffed, followed by an almost mocking chuckle. “Shit, I didn’t even know you could read.”

He pretended to be hurt, hand over his heart as he said your name in an offended tone. “I’m wounded! I’m trying to explore more literature and here I am getting judged!” 

You couldn’t help but giggle, blood rushing to your cheeks from embarrassment. You were supposed to be mad, not humor his flirting, no matter how cute he was. “I uh... Well, I read this book not too long ago. It’s about two lovers who travel the world playing the music together, and one of them dies, so the other has to like, find their own sound...” You realized you were rambling a little, wide eyes looking up at him. “Or... Something like that.”

“Yeah! Yeah, that-- that sounds great. Cool. Totally.” He tried his best to brush off how your eyes were making him feel. So pretty, even when behind your glasses, he could tell how much emotion they held.

“Cool, cool,” now you were the one trying to play it cool, fingers fidgeting with the hardcover you were holding. “I’ll, uhm-- go check our stock really quick.” 

He let you do your thing as he looked around the store, flipping through the pages of random books he found. Truth be told, Steve hadn’t read a single book ever since he stopped being forced to because of high school. Not because he hated reading, he just... Wasn’t very good at it. He’d often mouth along with the words, sentence by sentence, sometimes even whispering them to himself.

You returned not long after, strangely enough, with nothing in hand. “So, I think we ran out, but uh...” You adjusted your glasses. “I can lend you my copy.” You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling nervously. “If you want.”

Steve was quite surprised by your proposal. He knew how precious your books were to you, but giving one to him? The guy who’d stomped on your own personal property not even that long ago? Damn. Maybe you were just that nice. Which made him feel even worse for treating you like shit.

“Totally! Yeah, uhm, I’ll take good care of it. Like, seriously, I’ll protect it with my life.” He grinned, and you hated how infectious his smile was. 

“Good,” you handed him your copy, and he could tell it was well loved. “I better not find any mud on this one.” He nodded at your comment, swallowing down his guilt at the memory. There was a bookmark at the front, and he could tell by the dozens of sticky tabs sticking out that you were serious about your reading. So he decided to be serious about it too.

“You can give it back whenever you’re done.” You smiled awkwardly, subtly letting him know he could read it at his own pace. “Just come drop it off when you’re ready.” He was about to thank you, when you raised a finger to interrupt him. “In the exact same condition, Harrington.” Though your gesture was sweet, he could tell you still weren’t fully on good terms with him. That was fine by him, he was glad he was making any progress at all, really. 

“Yeah-- yeah, for sure, no problem.” He stood there for a few seconds, book held under his arm as his other hand busied itself running through his hair. “I’ll uh... I’ll see you around.”

You smiled at how nervous he seemed. “Yeah, totally, see you around Steve.” You gave him a quick wave and went back to stocking the shelves.

Steve heart swelled with a familiar feeling as he walked out. He knew you were pretty, gorgeous even, but seeing you smile, and say his name like that... Man, he felt like an even bigger idiot for being such a douche to you back in the day. You were being so nice, and you had absolutely no reason to. He stood outside, thinking of your sweet voice and cute glasses, and clutched the book to his chest.

Huh. That did actually feel kinda nice.

And so he walked home like that, the entire way, with a tight hold on the book. He’d rather die than let it get damaged now.

One of the first things he did when he got home was go to his room, sit down on his bed and open the book. On the first page, you had your name written, and it brought him right back to when he first saw you again. Something inside him feels superficial and shallow for only talking to you now that you look different, but all the circumstances were different too. You’d both grown, matured, he just wished you’d give him more of a chance to show it.

But in a way, he supposed this was the first step to earning your trust.

He’d spent almost the entire night reading, smiling and even chuckling at some of your annotations. He was glad there was a key at the start, so he knew which color meant what. He’d even grabbed a dictionary from downstairs because he didn’t understand some words, but was eager to learn more. Reading your comments made it feel like you were right there with him. They were funny, making him crack a grin at how outraged you could be at some of the characters’ decisions.

He imagined your face when one of your comments mentioned you’d cried, and his heart twisted at the thought. Because he knew what you looked like when you cried, thick tears running over soft cheeks, lashes wet. He’d be lying if he said you didn’t still look pretty, but man, he was now more insistent on proving he’d changed than ever. Maybe his budding crush was helping that a little too.

A little more than a week later, he’d returned to the store you worked to return the book. Frankly speaking you weren’t sure if was actually going to bring it back, let alone in the exact same condition you’d given it to him in.

“So, what did you think?” Your face beamed a sort of excitement you’d only see when your interests were being discussed, and this was definitely one of them. Besides your boss, you never really had anyone to talk to about books. Though Steve was more of an unconventional choice, you enjoyed the conversation nonetheless.

What surprised you even more was that he’d actually read it. Like really, really read it, including your annotations and comments. It warmed your heart to know he had put actual time and effort into enjoying the whole thing, and he looked pretty cute talking about it too.

“But the ending broke my heart, seriously—“

“I know, right? How could she not have forgiven him for not leaving behind the music sheets? It was clearly to help her move on!”

“Ugh, I know! Man, you get it.” He laughed softly, fingers running through his chocolate colored hair.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” You laughed along, the noise in your throat slowly dying out as you got a bit too caught up in the sight of him. Steve Harrington was a handsome young man, that was common knowledge. There was a reason all those girls were always swooning over him, and you hated to admit that you could see where they were coming from. But you didn’t like the overly cocky, flirty side of him you knew in high school. You like this side, the soft, considerate, attentive Steve you’d been getting to know a little better.

Yeah, you were growing fond of him. 

Which is exactly why you’d said yes to hanging out with him at the park the day after. Just “hanging out”, in his own words. He’d been careful not to make the same mistake he did the first time he talked to you, rather easing you into spending time with him one on one. He’d hate to break your trust now that you were finally able to look at him with something other than anger in your eyes.

It was already quite late when the two of you met up. You’d been busy with work, and him with helping out Dustin, so once the two you arrived at the park, it was already dark. You didn’t mind, though. Less chance of other people bothering you. 

You settled on a more secluded area, Steve had even been nice enough to bring a blanket to sit on. You were initially just going to discuss the contents of the latest book he’d borrowed from you, but you had a feeling something else was left to be said.

And he was well aware of this too.

So when you were staring up at the sky, moonlight illuminating your features in a way he’d only seen described in the books he had read, he figured he couldn’t keep talking to you without clearing the air. You deserved that much.

“You know,” he cleared his throat, “I thought about what happened a lot.”

You bring your gaze over to him, tilting your head slightly. “My my, whatever could you mean?” You said, teasingly so. He knew you wanted him to just say it. And who was he to deny you of a justified apology.

He took a deep breath, fingers running through his locks. It had become almost a nervous tic to him.

“I’m really sorry about everything I did.” He said, in the most genuine tone he could muster. “Seriously, I-- I’m just kind of... ashamed, really.” 

You could tell he was struggling to look at you, and you wondered how much thought he’d given this already.

“You never really realize how stupid and insignificant high school shit seems until you get out in the real world, you know? Like-- none of it matters, none of that popularity, shit, and-- and I wish I’d just realized that sooner because now--” He caught sight of your eyes and for a second, completely lost his train of thoughts. He realized he wasn’t getting to the point, suddenly understanding Robin’s need to nervously ramble entirely.

“Point is, I’m really, really sorry for the way I treated you.” His hand inched closer to yours, itching to grab it to emphasize his point. “I’ve changed a lot, and I hope that’s become at least slightly believable.” He smiled nervously, all kinds of possible responses you could give running through his mind.

They all came to a halt when he saw you smile.

That sweet, kind smile he’d seen back in high school and avoided because of how it made him feel.

The same smile that was currently reducing him to a nervous teenage boy with a crush.

“It’s okay, Steve.” You spoke softly, and the words came as a mercy to his overbearing thoughts. Your hand moved over his, and you ran a thumb over his knuckles. His hand was soft, warm, and a little clammy from what you could only assume to be the nerves.

“I’m not gonna make you beg for my forgiveness, don’t worry.” You chuckled, and his heart damn near melted at the sound. He secretly wished they could bottle whatever feeling your laugh gave him, so he could keep it with him in times of need.

“Really?” He tilted his head, brown locks falling in different ways around his face. “Because, like-- I’ll do it. Wait--” He got up on his knees and reached besides the blanket, plucking a stray flower from the grass and kneeling in front of you. He cleared his throat in an exaggerated way, before addressing you with your name. “My dearest, will you please forgive me for being a top shelf douchebag to you before?” 

You couldn’t contain your laugh, feeling your face heat up at the sight of him kneeling in front of you. “Steeeeve!” You exclaimed, hands coming up to cover your face. “Okay, okay, I forgive you!”

He chuckled along with you, reaching out and gently tucking the flower behind your ear. “Alright, well--” he sat down again, now significantly closer than before, turned towards you. “would you perhaps do me the honor of going out with you then?”

You bit your lip, pretending to think about your answer as he looked at you in anticipation. Instead of answering, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his plush lips. It was better than you’d imagined, his hand finding its way on your cheek as he melted into it. He made a soft, almost pleading noise, once you pulled away, and you swore he’d never looked prettier. 

“Sure, I’ll go out with you.” You brushed a lock of hair out of his face. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

He grinned. “I’d hope so, after a kiss like that.”

“Shut up.” You muttered, before connecting your lips again.

He would have done so either way. Because you’d officially rendered Steve Harrington speechless. And painfully in love. 

[shomatoriashi]

09/26/24; 12:20pm

- the academy arc -

yandere!sung jinwoo x fem.reader

anonymous asked: Hello! I've always admired your writing, and finally thought of an ask for you! What about yandere jinwoo with an oblivious reader? Its kinda funny how the reader has so much influence over him, and dont realize it, after all, how could they think he's dangerous when he's all soft for them, and only them... Oblivious to all the danger he causes to others

warnings: incredibly dark themes; harassment and petty bullying.

you felt butterflies erupting all across your abdomen, feeling your gaze darting all across the new sights and scenery of your high school. feeling a bit uncomfortable, you pull at the collar of your blouse and adjusted your tie at least a hundred times leading up to this very moment.

tightening your grip on your bag, you hardened your resolve and nodded, stepping into the school with as much confidence that you could manage. avoiding the crowd of students, you kept to yourself and take the flight of stairs up to the second floor. you trail your eyes across the labeled classroom before entering the one labeled 2-a.

you pass by a boy wearing a single glove, reading his textbook while flipping the pages with a bored expression. he sits near the back row, and you take the opposing corner, trying to remain as small as possible while getting out your pencils and notebooks for the day.

the sight of you settled off to the side makes the boy stop reading, and you caught a glimpse of how he was staring at you from your periphery, but wasn’t brave enough to meet his gaze. instead, you distract yourself by writing reassuring mantras in your notebook.

it’s going to be fine.

today is the first day of class for everyone.

surely no one is going to notice how you’re the newbie.

as the minutes ticked by, you became increasingly aware of the students that walked in, laughing while talking about their breaks. just as the bell rings, signifying the start of the day, your homeroom teacher just had to notice you as he forced you to introduce yourself to the whole class.

throughout it all, you were a stuttering mess, forcing out the syllables that made up your name all while feeling like your knees would give away at any minute now. the heat was felt burning against your cheeks, traveling down the length of your neck by the end of it all. when the teacher lets out a grunt of approval, you sat back down as quickly as you could.

a rich chuckle was heard coming from your left, and you took a quick peek over to see the same, perfect boy who had been studying softly laughing at you. his attention was on his open textbook, but you could tell that he was still looking at you from his periphery, those grey eyes drawing you in-

you clear your throat and look away from him, feeling the warmth now spreading to the rest of your body. the hours kept ticking by until finally, it was lunchtime. you grab your lunchbox from the confines of your bag, but found that you didn’t have much of an appetite.

as you debated on what to do for lunch, a loud whistle makes you gasp, looking over to see a group of rowdy looking boys making their way towards you. you visibly stiffen, willing them to go away, but your prayers were all for naught when the entered the classroom, already sauntering their way closer to you.

“man, when i heard there was a new girl here, i didn’t expect her to be so cute.”

you cling to your lunchbox, ready to bolt when needed. your anxiety was shot through the roof now, watching as the boys came closer to you when they suddenly stopped dead in their tracks. it appeared that they had a difficult time moving, like there was an invisible wall that kept them from coming closer to you. noticing their strange behavior, you visibly relax, watching their stiff movements as they walked out of the classroom and fell into a pile in the middle of the busy hallways.

laughter was heard erupting all across the hallways, and you breathed out a sigh of relief. the same soft chuckle was heard, and you look upwards to see your classmate standing before you. he had perfect, ebony locks of hair with grey eyes that shone with a startling clarity. “hey, are you alright?”

“oh, i’m fine! thank you for asking…”

the boy shakes his head. “there’s no need to be so stiff around me. just think of me as your new friend.”

your mind was spinning now, practically on cloud 9 at the thought of having this cute boy as your new best friend. you smile up at him, watching as he sheepishly brushes back his hair before reaching out a hand for you to take. “the name’s sung jinwoo, and would you like to have lunch together with me?”

you nod and stand from your seat with your lunchbox in hand. “of course!”

jinwoo gives you a kind smile, stepping out of the classroom with you. you see the same rowdy boys glaring daggers at jinwoo, yet he doesn’t relent, standing protectively in front of you. the boys end up scoffing before walking away. as jinwoo leads you in the opposite direction, you remain blissfully unaware of how shadows seemed to dart away from jinwoo while aiming toward the group of boys who dared to make you uncomfortable.

{ … }

the trio of girls had purposely intercepted your walk to school, pulling at your hair before tossing you aside, making you land against the hard pavement of the sidewalk. you had the air knocked out of your lungs when you suddenly felt the contents of your packed lunch land over your head.

tears were felt filling at your eyes, and you watch as a girl leans down closer to you, her blond curls framing at her face while icy blue eyes glare down at you, “who the hell do you think you are, getting so close to my jinwoo like that?”

her lackeys stand beside her, all sneering at you while exchanging looks of disdain towards you. ah, it seems as though your seemingly perfect life was coming to an end, with jinwoo’s own fanclub coming after you now. you had barely been basking in your school life and newfound freedom with jinwoo for a month when the drama suddenly started.

it started about a week ago, when you found safety pins on your seat and your notebooks ripped to shreds. you did your best to ignore it while hiding your troubles from jinwoo, yet it only seemed to strengthen the bully’s hatred for you.

and now, it had come to a boiling point, as the three girls continued to mock and sneer at you, teasing you, making fun of all your imperfections while stating how you were a mere “charity case” for jinwoo.

by the end of their torment, you were a sobbing mess, all alone as the girls quickly left you behind with their harsh laughters echoing in your ear. the stickiness felt from having your lunch dumped all over you made you feel worse than you ever felt, and you knew that you couldn’t go to school like this.

while you were wallowing in your misery, you remain completely unaware of the way your shadow lengthened, reveal jinwoo as he steps out of it. he says nothing, simply falling down to his knees before taking you in his arms. “i was worried about you not being in class today.”

hearing his voice makes you cry out to him, facing him as you hugged him closer to you. jinwoo didn’t mind how messy your uniform was, simply holding you closer to his chest. he lets out soft coos of your name, allowing you to let out all of your tears and frustrations. while keeping your head kept protectively against his chest, his eyes began to glow a startling purple hue, already commanding his soldiers to get rid of three, new targets.

{ … }

after your encounter with the bullies, the next day, you felt a strange sense of dread consuming you. you truly wanted nothing more than to skip-

or transfer-

yet jinwoo stops you from even considering moving away from him. and after much convincing from his end, (“don’t worry, i’ll be by your side the whole time if those girls come back!”) you relent and head to school with him.

upon entering your classroom, you felt a strange sense of relief filling you. you saw no signs of those nameless, petty girls, and you visibly relaxed. upon entering the classroom with jinwoo, he seemed to flash you a knowing grin, as if silently telling you i told you so.

needless to say, with those girls seemingly gone, (maybe even transferred to a different school?), you were able to resume the peaceful school days with jinwoo by your side.

and of course, he shared his lunch with you because he “always made extra” and knew of your healthy appetite.

of course he walked home with you every single day after your club activities, simply because “it was dangerous for girls to walk home at night” and he was your “best friend who wished to keep you safe.”

you saw no red flags-

becoming so blinded by his own brilliance that it made you blissfully unaware of the neverending darkness settled in the depths of his heart and soul.

{ … }

it was amazing how you couldn’t see just how obsessed sung jinwoo was with you.

ever since that first day, where you had entered his classroom and introduce yourself, becoming a mess of stutters in the process-

you had completely captured jinwoo’s heart.

throughout that first day, he kept sneaking glances at you, thinking of way to properly approach you before wrapping his tendrils of darkness around your heart, further trapping you within his web.

with beru and igris talking his ear off, knowing of their king’s desire to capture your heart as well, they were obnoxiously supportive, thinking of ways to help with winning you over. and just as he was ready to approach you-

those damn men had to ruin it all.

jinwoo could see the fear and discomfort in your eyes-

the way you stiffened in response and how you looked like you wanted nothing more than for the earth to swallow you whole.

but he stops them from coming any closer to you, using his abilities as the shadow monarch to freeze them, controlling their jerky movements until they were tossed out of the classroom.

later that night, after beru had dealt with them, jinwoo reappears and gazes down at their lifeless bodies.

arise.

he commands their shadows to awaken, tying their souls to him for all eternity as they now obeyed his every desire and whim. even when the teachers questioned their absences, jinwoo made sure to dispose of their corpses. he had thought about erasing everyone’s memories pertaining to them-

but he was achingly aware of how it would alter your memories as well, which made him hesitate when it came to executing it. for now, as long as you remained blissfully unaware, then he would allow yours (and everyone else’s memories) to remain intact.

after all, what did he have to worry about? to the whole world, he was the ideal student, making 100’s on all of his assignments while doing his best to win the heart of the girl he adores. no one has any reason to suspect him of any foul play.

and he was going to use this seemingly perfect image of him to his advantage.

once jinwoo saw you again, he pretends to bump into you, successfully gifting you his freshly made soldiers by having them morph into your shadow as you remained clueless to his abilities.

after all, seeing your smile and how much happier you were with them out of your life was like receiving a piece of heaven for jinwoo. he lived for your laughters and could feel his devotion for you growing by mere seconds.

that was his first act of love and devotion toward you.

and the second act?

i believe we know when that was, too.

red hot anger was felt coursing through jinwoo’s veins when he found you broken and tossed aside, with the contents of your lunch thrown over you. though it pained him a great deal to watch your suffering through the eyes of his shadows, he had to confirm the identity of your pursuers before taking action.

as you sought comfort within his embrace, jinwoo commanded at least a hundred of his soldiers to stalk those who dared to bully you, not even feeling an ounce of regret when not even their corpses were found due to how they had all been ripped to shreds.

jinwoo didn’t bother extracting shadows from his latest victims, knowing that you would be so much happier without any traces of them close to you.

so, as he lay in bed with you sleeping so soundly within his arms, he silently vows his loyalty to you alone. his heart already burning with an inferno of emotions when it came to you and how you made him feel so alive-

and he never wanted this feeling to end.

he would never tell you the truth of his darkness either, or the things he had done to keep you safe and happy, oh no-

for why would he when you could forever remain his precious girl, living in a perfect sandbox that he had made specifically for you, all while swearing to protect it with his life?

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

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ʚ Gojo Satoru x Chubby Fem Reader ɞ

❥ Summary: You've been paired up with Gojo Satoru for a class and you've developed a crush on him. After his fraternity holds a "Clone-a-Willy" fundraiser, and your friend buys you a dildo of his dick, your feelings grow stronger. You just hope he never finds out...

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❥ CW: chubby fem reader, smut, female masturbation, oral sex (fem receiving), penetrative sex (penis in vagina), petnames (princess, pretty), biting

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Smart. Handsome. Rich. Gojo Satoru was all these things, and now he was your lab partner.

You were shocked when you were given the assigned seat next to him and told that you would be partners for the semester. He was so polite too, nothing like the usual frat boys you met in your other classes.

“I’m Gojo Satoru! Nice to meet you! Let’s work hard this semester!”

God, his cheerfulness was intoxicating. No wonder you developed a crush on him during your first meeting.

It was just a little crush, nothing to sneeze over, but your roommate noticed how your disposition changed in just a couple weeks. She teased you endlessly, asking for details about the infamous Gojo Satoru of Alpha Phi. She’d heard rumors, just like you, of how he was a playboy and a huge flirt, but you hadn’t experienced that in class yet, much to your roommate’s disappointment.

“Damn, I was really hoping he was an ass like everyone said, you know, just so you could say the rumors are true about frat boys.”

You shrugged it off, just grateful that Gojo was kind to you and helpful during your labs together.

But things changed when Alpha Phi held a fundraiser.

You didn’t hear much about it until you got back to your dorm after the day’s classes and had to listen to your roommate gush about the event.

“You would not believe what they did this year!” You sighed, taking off your shoes by the door.

“What did they do?”

Your roommate didn’t reply. Instead she reached into her bag and pulled out… a dildo?

“What—”

“They did a Clone-A-Willy fundraiser!”

You stared, shocked at the tan silicone toy, blinking rapidly.

“They… sold dildos?”

“That are copies of their own dicks!”

You kept staring, shocked, unsure of what to say.

“This is Geto Suguru’s dick. Isn’t it big? God, I can’t wait to use it.”

“I—”

“But don’t worry!” she interrupted, going back into her bag and pulling out yet another large dildo. “I got one for you too! Guess whose it is.”

Your eyes widened, jaw dropping.

“No—”

“Yes! It’s the Gojo Satoru’s dick in dildo form! Surprise! Happy birthday, happy New Year’s, happy whatever holiday you wanna celebrate!”

Your hand went to your mouth, trying to cover your expression.

“You didn’t.”

“Oh, I totally did. Gojo was out there selling em too, flirting with all the girls who bought his toy. And there were a lot of them too, I actually got one of the last ones just for you!”

“Ashley… This is insane. I can’t accept this.”

“What? Why not? I got it just for you. You don’t have to worry about the cost, I’m not gonna make you pay me back—”

“No! No, I�� Ashley, he’s my lab partner. This is so inappropriate.” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. It’s nothing to worry about. You have a crush on him, we both know that, but unless you’re gonna start coming out of your shell and actively flirt with him, you’re never gonna get that dick. This will give you the chance to experience his dick without committing to the guy.” You rubbed your hand over your face.

“Ashley… This is so wrong…”

“Oh, Y/N, please calm down. Why are you getting so upset over this? It’s just some harmless fun. If Gojo didn’t want people to use these dildos, he wouldn’t have made them in the first place. He’s okay with it.”

“But—”

“Look,” she started, opening your nightstand drawer, “you don’t have to use it if it really makes you uncomfortable, but I can’t take it back so you might as well keep it just in case.”

You couldn’t fight her on this, not when she gave those pathetic puppy dog eyes, pleading for forgiveness.

“Alright, fine. But I’m not going to use it!”

That’s what you told her. That’s what you told yourself. But you found yourself drawn to the girthy toy in your nightstand. The next time you had the dorm to yourself, you took it out and examined it in detail. It was thick, your hand barely able to wrap around it, and it was long too, long enough to reach deep inside you, hit all those spots that your stubby fingers would never be able to reach…

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise when you used the toy that same day, fucking yourself vigorously with it, making yourself whine. It felt so fucking good, filling you up so nicely, making you cum over and over again.

You cleaned and hid the toy before your roommate came back, and you promised yourself it wouldn’t happen again.

You were very good at lying to yourself. Every chance you got alone, you were grabbing that toy, fucking yourself nice and deep in between your classes. You’d started imagining Gojo there with you, fucking you good, praising you all the while for taking his fat cock. You felt guilty for it, but you couldn’t help but moan his name quietly, wishing he was there to treat you right. Would he be slow and sweet? Or hard and fast? Would he call you a good girl or his precious little slut? Would he make you cream or squirt? Your thoughts swirled endlessly as you came on the toy once again, pulling it out and panting hard.

This was getting out of hand. You couldn’t be developing feelings for your lab partner like this. He even began to notice a change in you.

“Is something wrong?” he asked one day in the library while you were working on your project together. You cleared your throat, shying away when he leaned in closer towards you. God, his cologne smelled so good—

“I’m fine,” you lied, swallowing hard. You couldn’t look at him after what you had done the day before, after you had ridden his dildo for close to half an hour, cumming almost a dozen times. You couldn’t stop wondering if he would ever try to make you feel that good.

“You sure? You’ve been acting off the last few classes, and you’re not talking as much as usual.” He leaned forward into your line of sight, smiling softly, speaking quietly. “Look, if something’s wrong, we can reschedule. Maybe we could go someplace less stressful and not as packed? Maybe the lobby of the physics building? Or we can go to your dorm if that makes you comfortable?”

Here he was, being so sweet and considerate, and all the while you were masturbating to the thought of him using a dildo that was a literal copy of his dick. You felt so ashamed, and yet the thought alone was currently turning you on, making your legs clench.

“It’s okay. I can keep working.” He gave an unsure frown but nodded.

“Alright, if you say so, but I’m serious about working somewhere quieter next time. Maybe it’d be easier to finish this at your dorm. That way you’re comfortable and not as stressed about finishing this.” You smiled at him genuinely.

“Thank you, Gojo. We can go to my place tomorrow. My roommate has classes till five, so maybe we could meet right after lunch? That should give us enough time to finish what we don’t get done today.” Gojo smiled back at you, and you swore you could feel your heart skip a beat.

“Sounds good. We could meet up for lunch if you want. I have a class at ten but then I’m free the rest of the day.”

You felt your heart pound, and you nodded a bit too enthusiastically.

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

So, that’s what you did. You met at your chemistry building before walking to an on-campus cafe. You had a quick lunch, mostly talking about your project and your respective classes before you made your way to your dorm.

“Here it is,” you said after you unlocked the door, opening it wide and walking inside. You both discarded your shoes by the door before locking it and heading farther into your room.

“Nice place,” Gojo stated, looking around at the posters you had on the wall. “You like this band too?”

“Oh, them? Yeah, I’ve been a fan for a few years.”

“Really? That’s crazy. I haven’t met anyone on campus yet who likes em. What a coincidence,” he said with a toothy grin. You felt your heart flutter, but you shook your head and took out your laptop, plugging it in and sitting at your desk.

“Yeah, what a coincidence…”

The two of you started working quickly, you at your desk, Gojo on your bed with his own laptop. You were pretty quiet, making the occasional comment about your work before going back to silence. It was about an hour later when Gojo pushed his laptop to the side, lying back and stretching.

“Man, I’m beat! Thank God this project is pretty much done. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

You hummed, glancing over at him, just to find him on his phone.

“Damn, I’m at 20%. Do you have a charger I could borrow?”

“Uh, yeah. Check the drawer on my nightstand.”

You didn’t realize what you said until the nightstand drawer opened.

“W-Wait—”

It was too late. Gojo had already pulled out the toy and proceeded to stare at it. You could feel your face burn as you stood up.

“I-It’s not what you think! My roommate got it for me as a joke!” He kept staring as he sat up, making you panic. “I-I haven’t even used it! It’s just been sitting in there collecting dust, ha ha!” Gojo hummed, scraping his nail along the toy.

“Something weird is dried on it…”

Fuck, you must not have cleaned it well. You rushed to his side, pulling the dildo away from him and hiding it behind your back.

“Look, I know this is weird, and I’m super sorry, but I promise it’s just a joke! Nothing’s happened, we can just go back to studying and—”

“Y/N,” he said low, standing up to his full height, looking down at you. “Be honest with me. Have you used that toy before?”

You felt like you were backed into a corner. Your stomach was flipping like crazy, making you sweat. You couldn’t answer him, couldn’t do anything but look down at the floor.

“Have you… thought about me while you did it?”

You still couldn’t answer, but you felt yourself shrink in on yourself. You could see his fists clench and unclench in your line of sight. Fuck, he was mad, he must’ve been. Why else would he be so quiet? Maybe he was disgusted with you. Maybe he would yell at you and stomp out. Shit, what if he told your secret to all his friends? What if you became the laughing stock of your university?

“Y/N. Look at me.”

You hesitantly looked up, meeting his icy blue gaze. You were about to apologize, beg him not to say anything to anyone, promise to do all the work the rest of the semester if he would just keep quiet. But you didn’t have the chance to.

Before you could blink, Gojo leaned forward and kissed you.

Your eyes widened, hands dropping the dildo behind you as his lips moved against yours. Your hands instinctively went to his chest—you could feel his muscles through his shirt—nails digging into the fabric. His hands found your waist, pulling you to him, hips pressed together. You pulled away when he licked at your lip, staring up at him, cheeks burning.

“I… I don’t understand,” you whispered, eyes searching his face. He was blushing, glowing when he smiled down at you.

“I got a confession to make, Y/N.” His arms circled your waist, keeping you flush to him. “I’ve kinda been crushing on you all semester.”

Your eyes widened, jaw going slack.

“You… what?”

“I can’t help it!” he exclaimed, holding up his hands. “You’re just so sweet and nice and smart and pretty! I’m sorry for throwing this on you, really I am, but I can’t keep it to myself anymore.”

You shook your head, taking a step back.

“This isn’t funny, Gojo. Don’t play with my feelings.”

“I’m not, I swear! Here, look at me,” he said, taking your hands and looking deep into your eyes. “I really like you, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t say it till now, but I’m telling the truth.”

“You… you mean it? You’re not joking around?”

“No, Y/N. I would never joke about this. I swear to God, I like you so much that it’s keeping me up at night.”

You couldn’t believe it. The Gojo Satoru was confessing to you. Not even in your best dreams did you think this would be happening to you.

“Hey,” he whispered, pulling you closer, leaning towards you. “Is it okay if I prove how much I like you?”

“P-Prove?” you stuttered, picking up on his flirting. He nodded, pulling you to his chest again, arms flying around your waist.

“Wanna show you how much I like you.”

You hesitated, feeling your skin burn, your cunt clenching in anticipation.

“O-Okay… you can sh-show me.”

“Yeah? Pretty girl wants me to show her how crazy she makes me?” You stifled a whine, nodding quickly, only making his smirk grow. “Good. How about you get on the bed for me?”

You found yourself complying with his demands, inching towards the bed and sitting on top, waiting for his next move. He stood between your legs, staring down at you for a good long while before his hands went down to your hips.

“Can I take these off?”

You nodded, letting him unbutton your jeans, lifting your hips so he could slide them off. Your jeans and panties were discarded onto the floor, and Gojo fell to his knees.

“Your thighs are so warm and soft,” he muttered, kneading your legs, making you leak. “I love seeing how they squish when you sit down. I’ve thought about laying my head on them way too much.”

With that, he rest his forehead against your thighs, nuzzling into you, humming to himself. He pressed a gentle kiss to your thigh, making you inhale sharply, squeezing your legs shut tighter. He clicked his tongue, weaving his hand between your legs.

“Don’t hide from me, princess. I wanna show you how I feel.”

He pulled apart your thighs, spreading them wide, revealing your chubby pussy to him. He sighed, leaning forward to place a kiss on your upper pussy, nosing his way down between your legs. He kissed your pudgy pussy lips, flicking his tongue against them, making you tremble. His slender hands trailed up your thighs, peeling apart your pussy lips, revealing yourself to him.

“Oh God… your pussy… it’s so pretty,” he spoke in disbelief, staring at you. You felt yourself grow embarrassed, squirming under his gaze.

“Please… don’t—hah!”

His tongue darted out, flicking your clit with the tip. His blue eyes stared up at you, watching your expression contort as his tongue flattened against your clit, licking it fully. He moved it up and down languidly, blinking slowly as he gained a rhythm. After a minute, he began drawing patterns—circles and figure eights. At one point you wondered if he was spelling his name because you could’ve sworn he was writing in cursive with his tongue.

You soon became a moaning mess, resting back on your elbows, hips twitching into his mouth. You gasped when you felt his finger prod at your entrance, circling it, dipping in just the tip before pushing in down to the knuckle.

“God, you’re so tight, too. How in the world did you fit my dildo inside? Fuck, just thinking about you masturbating with it turns me on like crazy.”

“I-I’m sorry f-for using the t-toy!” you whined, voice pitching when he curled his finger, hitting your g-spot.

“Don’t apologize, princess. I think it’s so fucking hot. I was hoping you would show up that day to get one, but I must’ve missed you.”

“It-It was from my f-friend.”

“Ahh, nice friend, getting you such a nice toy to play with. Shit, if I had known you were using my dildo, I would’ve confessed a lot fucking sooner. So much time wasted.”

He added a second finger, pumping the two of them in and out at a steady pace. You could hear how wet you were, your cunt clenching around his fingers as he thrust them into you. You fell back on the bed, back arching as you felt pressure build inside you.

“Oh my God… you’re pulsing around me. You gonna cum? Ya gonna cum on my fingers? Fuck, I want you to, please, I want it so bad.”

His mouth went back to your clit, forming an ‘O’ shape around it, sucking harshly. The action made you squeal, hands finding his hair, tugging at the white strands. You only made him moan against you, the vibrations sending you into a frenzy. His combined efforts were putting you through a whirlwind of sensations, hurtling you towards your peak.

“G-Gojo, please, I-I-I—”

“Go on, pretty. Let go for me. Wanna see you cum on my fingers.”

That was it. That was enough to send you over the edge. Your breath hitched, mouth falling open as you came. You gushed around his fingers, back hurting from how hard it was arching off the bed, thighs clenching next to his cheeks. The moment passed, and you could feel yourself coming down from your high.

But he didn’t stop.

You cried out, begging him to let up, to slow down, but he wasn’t listening. He kept sucking at your clit, fingers pumping quickly, making you climb towards another climax far too quickly.

“Gojo, Gojo! Please, stop, I-I can’t! Please, I—ah!”

It was too late. You were cumming again, trembling under his hold. His mouth and fingers slowed down, helping you down from your peak, guiding you back to Earth. He released your clit, pulling away, a string of spit connecting him to your cunt.

“Holy shit. That was good. Do you always cum like that or was it because of me? Wait, don’t answer that, I don’t know if my ego can take it.”

You giggled, breathless, eyes traveling from the ceiling to between your legs where Gojo was sucking your slick off of his fingers, moaning at the taste.

“God, and you taste good too. Not fair!”

You both laughed. You sat up, reaching for him. He got up, complaining for a moment about his knees hurting before he leaned down to kiss you sweetly, his tongue prodding into your mouth. You opened up for him, deepening the kiss, moaning into him. You felt good, really good, and you wanted to keep things going.

You pulled away, staring up at him lustfully.

“Do you wanna keep going?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him. He blushed, huffing out a laugh.

“God, I do, I really fucking do, but…” He sighed, hanging his head. “I don’t have any condoms.”

“That’s okay,” you replied quickly. “I’m on the pill.”

His head whipped up, almost busting your lip in the process.

“Really?! And you’re okay with having sex without a condom?” You nodded, making him smile. “Jeez, and here I thought you couldn’t get anymore perfect.”

He stood up, pulling his shirt off, revealing his chiseled physique. He undid his belt, eyeing you the whole time he pulled down his zipper and pushed his pants down. It was all very sexy until he tried to kick off his pants, tripping over them and stumbling to the side, catching himself on your nightstand. You covered your mouth, stifling your laughter. He chuckled as well, brushing himself off even though he was blushing hard.

Gojo joined you on the bed, helping you out of your shirt and bra, letting you lie down and relax against your pillow. He massaged your thighs as he spread them open.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” You nodded, humming in confirmation. He nodded back at you, holding the base of his cock and directing it towards your cunt. “Okay… I’m gonna put it in.”

He pushed the head of his cock into you, hissing quietly at the tight fit. He stopped once the head was in, glancing at you to make sure you were okay. When you nodded at him, he pushed in further, moving slow, steadily, purposefully. Once he bottomed out, he let out a shaky sigh, laughing lightly.

“You’re… you’re tighter than I thought,” he huffed, already out of breath as he met your gaze. “I-I’m gonna move now.”

He pulled back, leaving in just the tip before pushing back in slow, savoring every ribbed inch of your cunt. He pulled out again, pushing in faster, beginning a steady pace.

“Oh… Oh wow. You feel… so much better than I thought you would.”

“Yeah? You like it?” you asked, voice small and sweet.

“Mm-hm. Never thought I’d get to do this, ya know. I thought you’d reject me if I confessed to you.”

“Really?” you asked, eyes widening. He nodded, moving a little faster, making you moan. “I… I had a crush on you from the first moment we met…”

“You did?” You nodded, making him huff. “No way… no fucking way. You liked me all this time? You didn’t just wanna fuck me?”

“N-No… You’re so sweet and nice… I thought you were so cool, Gojo, too cool for me.”

“What? No way… If anything, you’re too cool for me.” He moved faster, making you bounce along the bed. “You’re so fucking smart. I don’t have a clue what’s happening in class half the time, but you do. And you’re so pretty too. You’re way out of my league.”

Your cunt clenched around him and he groaned, moving from his hands down to his forearms, leaning closer towards you. You moved forward and kissed him gently, making him moan in your mouth, tongues dancing as he slowed his pace just a bit. He savored feeling your lips against his, petting your hair, marveling at its texture. He pulled away to stare down at you as he started moving faster again, pumping his cock in and out of you, making you gasp.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbled, glancing over your figure. “I love your body. I love your curves. You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you.”

“G-Gojo—”

“Please, call me Satoru. Wanna hear you say my name.” You swallowed, cupping his cheeks.

“S-Satoru… It f-feels good!”

“Yeah? Feels good? What feels good, baby?”

“Your cock… It feels so good inside me…”

“Yeah? Better than that silly dildo, right? Do I fuck you better than that little toy?”

“Mm-hm! So much better!”

His eyes rolled back and he thrust faster, hands traveling over your form. He palmed at your breast, pinching and pulling your nipple, making you whine. His mouth found your other nipple, sucking hard, making you perk up in his mouth. His tongue rolled around your nipple, mouth slobbering on it. He moved his mouth to your other nipple next, his hands moving to your belly, squeezing and molding it.

“You’re so fucking soft,” he whispered in disbelief. “How are you so fucking soft?”

“I mean… I-I moisturize…”

“But still… I’ve never felt skin as soft as yours. I kind of envy you,” he said with a laugh, making you laugh as well. “God, and your giggle. It’s so fucking cute. I just wanna bite you.” You bit your lip, looking up at him innocently.

“You… you can bite me… if you want…” His eyes widened.

“Fuck, say less.”

He dipped down towards your neck, kissing and licking at it before digging his teeth into you, biting down. You moaned at the feeling, his cock pumping even faster now that he was latched onto your neck. He sucked hard, hands rubbing your plush tummy as he fucked you harder. He pulled back with a loud ‘pop’, admiring the mark he left behind.

“Fuck, I… shit, I think I’m gonna cum. Can I cum in you, pretty thing? I know that’s a lot to ask, but I can’t fucking stand it.” You nodded quickly, moving your hand between your legs to rub your clit.

“Y-Yeah… you can cum in me.”

Satoru groaned, pushing your hand away and replacing it with his own, moving his fingers quickly to get you to the edge. You moaned, throwing your head back into the pillow, hips bucking up to meet his. You rocked against each other, moaning each other’s names, begging and pleading for God knows what as you simultaneously reached your highs. His hips lost their rhythm, moving faster, more erratically. The unpredictable rhythm made you climax, nails digging into Satoru’s pale back as you came. He followed right after, groaning low as he released inside you. He almost collapsed on top of you as he came, bracing himself on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush you. His hips twitched, the last bit of cum spilling from his cock and filling you up.

The two of you were panting, rubbing your noses against each other as you came down from your highs. He eventually pulled out, watching his cum leak from your abused cunt, smiling softly. He fell to your side, sighing, pulling you towards him and kissing your cheek.

“So,” he started, smiling at you, “guess you won’t be needing that dildo anymore, huh?”

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❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter five | part two | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 SFW | Dr. Gaul is her own warning, Coriolanus Snow is his own warning, mentions of Arachnes' death

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 you meet Dr. Gaul and her snakes with Coryo at your side 🐍

「ᴀ/ɴ:」 here's part two!! Hope y'all enjoy it! Give me your feedback!

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Classes were dull. He couldn't stop thinking about the morning, Sejanus' tears, and Lucy Gray's smile. It felt like a terrible dream possible when sick. He hates how easily Sejanus will have his girl after Coryo makes sure she wins.

He hates how he will never have you. And another district girl will be brought to riches undeserving or maybe Sejanus will leave with her.

He hates how he sees himself in Sejanus. Sejanus' sobs are so similar to the tantrum Coriolanus had thrown when he was eight. The tears were the same as his, unable to stop. The pain is too much. Coriolanus’ tears were of shame of who his soulmate was. Sejanus’ tears were of fear that his soulmate might die in the arena.

He had to make sure Lucy Gray won in the arena. Not because he felt pity for his so-called friend but for the fact that this would ensure his victory over the Plinth Prize. Surely, mentoring the soulmate of the heir of Plinth's fortune would get him some kind of reward, at least from the kind, foolish Sejanus.

Coriolanus received a dismissal from his current history class as he was called to meet Dr. Gaul. It took him mere minutes to reach the lab of the Academy where she was temporarily stationed until the games ended. His proposal is in his satchel. He sees you there, waiting for him, and he pauses.

He soaks you in, ignoring the confusion in your eyes. He stomps on his heart that he feels broken because of how fast it is beating. And begins to walk towards you confidently, trying to channel annoyance and anger over your actions of yesterday. He failed miserably.

He mirrors the small smile you give him and he acknowledges last night by saying, “How's the day going for you, little thief?” He feels his worries fade away, the paranoia that you might have stolen his work gone as he hears you laugh at being called a thief.

“I wasn't confident enough to let you read it, and it felt rude to make you walk back to her lab to submit when I was on my way there anyways,” you explained instead, your eyes hoping for his understanding and forgiveness.

You answered his question as well, “It's been going well, I was nearly late for my classes.”

It's pathetic how easily he caved in. “It's fine,” he whispered, “maybe next time don't leave a note, so the culprit isn't more obvious.” Coriolanus Snow decided your giggle was the prettiest sound he had ever heard and his face burns as his mind repeats it. You give him a friendly swat on his arm and Snow lets himself grin. A real smile with teeth, not the perfect one designated for his classmates.

His proposal is forgotten in his bag as he and you enter the lab. He pulls you a bit closer to him, and a bit behind so he's a step ahead. Dr. Gaul was insane and Coriolanus couldn't help the feeling of being protective of you. He didn't want you to receive even a scratch while he was there.

Dr. Gaul greets you and the Coryo with a feral look in her eyes and her red-stained lips in a wild grin befitting animals. You politely greet her back and Coriolanus follows. Coriolanus swallows as he sees hundreds if not more rainbow-colored snakes in a tank.

“For the games?” He hears you ask.

Dr. Gaul replied, “We'll see, child. Now come forth.”

Coriolanus swallows and even though he shouldn't, he holds your hand, his fingers gripping yours and he walks forward, still keeping you a step behind.

The snakes hiss and move around the tank in swirls of color that hurt his eyes. But in the limited space, he could almost make out parchments with familiar handwriting. What was Dr. Gaul planning?

As if on cue, Dr. Gaul asked, “Which brings me to your proposal. I liked it. Who wrote it? Just you two? Or did your brassy friend weigh in before her throat was cut?”

Coriolanus is surprised by the small laugh you let out, and he sees the humor in Dr. Gauls’ eyes. “No ma'am, I am sure she was rather busy choking on blood. They were written by us,” you said.

“Is that so?” Gauls' voice is full of suspicion but it deters neither of you.

“Yes,” Coriolanus butts in. “Our proposals were written completely by us.”

“Well, let's read it again, shall we?” Dr. Gaul adds, “Unfortunately, my assistant lined this very case with it while I was having my lunch. Let's retrieve it, shall we?”

“Isn't it dangerous?” Coriolanus asked, his voice edged.

Dr. Gaul chuckled and explained, “They can’t see too well, and they hear even less,” said Dr. Gaul. “But they know you’re there. Snakes can smell you using their tongues, these mutts here more than others.” “If you’re familiar, if they have pleasant associations with your scent — a warm tank, for instance — they’ll ignore you. A new scent, something foreign, that would be a threat,” said Dr. Gaul. “You’d be on your own, little boy.”

He doesn't let the fear swallow him, not when he saw how eager you were to prove her suspicions wrong. He didn't want to take Dr. Gauls' words at face value but what else could he do? In no world, he would let you dip your hand into a pit of possibly venomous snakes. Not if he had a choice.

“Me first then,” he said, his voice filled with (fake) confidence.

He puts his hand inside the tank, trying not to shiver in disgust. The snakes ignore him, slithering around his hand as he wiggles through to pull out his proposal successfully. It was safe. Which means you could do the same as well. He hands his proposal to Dr. Gaul before stepping so you can repeat the action.

And you succeed as well with flying colors. You step back to stand beside Snow as Gaul holds both of your works. She raised an eyebrow impressed but Coriolanus can see the underlying disappointment and vows to never leave you alone in her presence.

Dr. Gaul said, “Well… I will try to implement both of your ideas for the Games as soon as possible. The victory tour and idea of what you called tesserae were impeccable. Same with your idea, Coriolanus Snow. I am proud to have you both as Capitol students. I am also looking forward to Arachnes’ funeral”

“Now leave,” Dr. Gaul dismissed, “It's time for my tea and crackers.”

Coriolanus couldn't walk out of there faster. Je catches you before you can walk away. Your actions tilted his reality, in so little time since the reaping day, you were changing every thought of his.

“Choking on blood?” He said, “So much for Arachne's 'family'.”

You raised an eyebrow, “There were people in the library and it was already a bad look that we weren't in our homes grieving or whatever.”

He frowned, “So that tear- those red eyes were fake?”

You looked around the hall, the students present were out of earshot. You pulled him closer by the collar and whispered,

“Guess your songbird isn't the only performer.”

Your lips were mere inches away from his. He could seal a kiss. He could take you- he processes your words and doesn't know how to react. You… you changed his whole reality, his perception of you with a sentence. Coriolanus Snow didn't know what to make of you anymore.

You pulled back (why, why, why) and handed him your proposal. “I need you to know, everything I wrote here is for Panem. Don't judge me too harshly.”

You were nothing like he thought of and you were laid bare as he read down your proposal, what you had planned for Arachnes’ funeral. And in his mind, he realized that perhaps. . .

You stopped being District a long time ago.

NEXT PART

[freakymcnastys]

“cruel to be kind” - katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ "means that i love you baby. "

content: quirkless au, american au, ochaco rich girl au, its 1999 so flip-phones yall…, um idk if ppl are ooc here i’m sorry😭

"KATSUKI BAKUGOU! I SEE MAKING our visits a weekly ritual." Ms. Midnight says taking a seat at her desk. "Only so we can have these moments together--should I hit the lights?" Katsuki said with a sarcastic smile on his face. "Oh, very clever, blasty boy." She replied, eyebrows raised looking down at her papers. "Says here you exposed yourself in the cafeteria?" Katsuki just sighs. "I was joking with Lunchrush, it was a bratwurst-" This made Midnight pull her glasses down and look through her brows at the boy. "Aren't we the optimist?" She remarked as Katsuki gave a disgusted look at the counselor.

"Well next time, keep it in your pouch, okay?" Midnight smiled before flicking her hand. "Scoot!" And with that, Katsuki left. "Weird ass lady-"

As Iida and Kirishima made their way through the courtyard the blue-haired boy stopped in his tracks when he saw the brunette wearing a dress. "Oh my god.."

"What group is she in?" He asked, adjusting his glasses. "The 'don't even think about it' group." Kirishima rolled his eyes at the new student. "That's Ochaco Stratford. She's a sophomore." He shrugged. Iida sighed, not taking his eyes off the girl while walking. Kirishima just laughed lightly. "Mhm, ya know she's beautiful and deep. I'm sure.."

"Yeah but there's a difference between like and love. Because I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack." The girl related to her friend, walking next to her. "But I love my Skechers?" Momo asked, a confused look on her face. "That's because you don't have a Prada backpack!" Ochaco smiled as Momo let out an 'ohhh' look.

"Anyways forget that their incredibly uptight father and it's a well-known fact that the Stratford sisters aren't allowed to date." Kirishima explained, the two now stopped and looked in the direction of the girls, walking off as the bell rang.

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Taking a seat near the front, you settle down in 5th period, English. "So what did we think about 'The Sun Also Rises'?" Mr Aizawa asked the class from the podium. Hagakure raised her hand. "It was so romantic~" This ticked you off as you whipped your head around to the girl. "Romantic? Hemingway?" You let out a sigh before turning back to the front of the class. "He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who squandered half of his life trying to nail Picasso's leftovers." You finished as Aizawa sighed in irritation but before he could continue his lesson a blonde boy spoke up.

"As opposed to a bitter self-righteous hag?" He laughed along with some others in the class, even daping one up. "Shut it blondie." Aizawa sassed the boy whose smile fell from his face. "Maybe in this society being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time." You turned back to Monoma with a tight smirk. This made the class erupt in 'oohs'.

As you were speaking about other amazing female writers, a boy with blonde spikey hair and a bag on his shoulder walked into the classroom. "What'd I miss?" He asked, panting. Taking a quick look at the boy before looking back with a heavy sigh. "The oppressive patriarchal values in our education."

"Good." Katsuki nodded before leaving the classroom as Mr Aizawa called after him. Monoma spoke up once again with the same shit-eating smirk on his face as before. "Mr. Aizawa, is there any chance we could get y/n to take her midol before class?" This makes the class chuckle as you throw a glare towards the boy.

"One day you're gonna get bitch-slapped and I'm not gonna do a thing to stop it." The teacher shook his head and continued his lesson, shutting up the boy.

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"You heard about the whole nirvana thing?" Mina asked you with a slight frown. "Oh yeah, poor Frances.." You grimace. "Ugh, I wish I got to see them--" Before Mina could continue the thought, Monoma pulled up in his bright red sports car.

"Hey, your little mad max look is out, y/n." He smirked, hand still on the wheel. "Didn't ya read last months Cosmo?" Cosmo? Is this guy serious? No way he's into women..."Run along." You flick your hand in a 'keep moving 'motion before walking off with Mina.

While getting into your car and turning it on you see your sister Ochaco and Momo riding in the back of Monomas car. "Well, that's a charming view." Mina scoffs from the passenger seat. "Ugh, that's disgusting." You groan before pulling out of the space. That's until a boy with red hair on a bike almost runs into you. Clearly annoyed from the entire school day, you yell at him, saying something along the lines of getting his head out of his ass before driving away to leave Mina at her house.

"You okay?" Iida asked, shocked at your antics. "Yeah, just a minor encounter with the witch. That's your girlfriend's sister." Kirishima gestured to the car that was driving away. "That's Ochaco sister?" Iida stuttered in disbelief. "Stay cool bro." The boy on the bike waved goodbye to his new friend.

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Sitting comfortably by the window, you read the words of 'The Secret History' as your dad came up to you with the mail in his hands. "Hello y/n. Make anyone cry today?" He asked, not looking up from the mail. "Sadly no, but it's only 4:30." You half-joked, looking up at your dad with a smile as he returned it. "Hi, Daddy!" Ochaco practically skipped to your dad, leaving a quick peck on his cheek. "Hello, precious."

Closing your book to look at your sister. "And where have you been?" You asked knowingly. You knew that you sounded like a complete bitch but you just didn't like the thought of her hanging out with that prick Monoma. "Nowhere." She practically sneered at you. Your dad pulled out an envelope from the bottom with a confused look on his face. "What's this? It says, Sarah Lawrence?"

This made your face light up, snatching up from him before throwing yourself onto the couch and opening it. Holy shit, it says you got accepted! "I got in!" You yelled, giddy from the news. "That's great sweetheart but isn't Sarah Lawrence on the other side of the country?" Tsunagu sputted, walking over to the couch, Ochaco following suit. You kept reading the lines of the paper with a smile. "I thought you were gonna stay here for college--be a hero like me!" He then made the university mascot pose which was a regular hero pose. "No, you decided! I think I'm gonna go--" Before your dad could say anything Ochaco chimed in with a smile.

"Let's hope so!" You sometimes can't believe how she's even related to you. Getting up to go upstairs, hearing your sister and dad argue about dating until you heard your name being said. "Ugh, y/n why can't you just be normal! Where did you come from planet loser?" The brunette huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "As opposed to the planet 'look at me! look at me!'" You mocked her, standing at the staircase, now pulled back into the conversation.

"Okay old rule out, new rule" Tsunagu began. "Ochaco can date...when y/n does...oh yes I like this.." He proposed a sly smile on his face. Ochaco protests, making meaner remarks than before, you decide that it is high time for you to finally go upstairs.

Closing the door to your room you let out a long sigh. Running a hand through your hair, you throw your school bag on the bed to work on some homework, hopefully, it would take your mind off of the dumpster fire that today was.

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Iida and Kirishima are now in Biology and cooking up a plan to get y/n to date someone so Iida can take Ochaco out. That was the easy part. Finding someone willing to date 'the heinous bitch' was the difficult part.

"What if we can't find anyone.." Iida groaned lightly to his friend. "Wait hey what about him-" The boy pointed at a blonde guy who was playing with the bunsin burner before his friend with black hair stopped him. "Hey no don't--don't look at him.." Kirishima told Iida. "Not him, I heard he sold his kidney for a set of speakers." He whispered. Iida didn't immediately respond, looking at the guy before saying with a smile. "That's our guy."

Kirishima didn't completely agree but shrugged. "Well, we need a backer because I don't have any money bro." They looked around but the bell rang for lunch so they continued their conversation in the halls to the cafeteria.

"Oh wait how about Monoma--I mean he'll do it super senior and stupid?" He joked as they saw said senior sitting with his friends. Iida nodded along, taking a seat at the table and waiting for Kirishima to finish talking to Monoma. To be frank, Iida was nervous, he wasn't too sure if this plan would work and he wasn't sure what he'd do if it didn't. Seeing Kirishima come back with something drawn on his face.

"He'll do it."

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Finally last period arrived and it was gym, more specifically soccer. I mean you did choose it but there weren't many good options to be fair. Finishing up the game, Coach Nezu told you that you were being 'too rough' which you scoffed at before heading back to grab your gym bag when a boy with spiked blonde hair came up to you.

"Hey there girlie." He smirked down at you. You rolled your eyes, not stopping for this wannabe. "How are ya?" He pressed further. "Sweating like a pig actually! and yourself?" You smiled, sarcastically at him as he gave you a faultered look. He cleared his throat before picking up his smile again. Those 50 bucks aren’t looking like the right price anymore.

“Lemme me take you out.” You scoffed at his offer. The guys at this school keep getting more and more annoying. “Psh mhm—do you even know my name screw boy?” You rolled your eyes, now stopping to face him. “That’s what the dates for idiot-“

“Yeah real nice—“ And with that you leave the field, leaving the boy in his tracks. “Shit…”

Iida and Kirishima watched the entire scene unfold, their hopefulness slowly disappearing. “We’re screwed..” Iida sighed into his hands. Kirishima whipped his head to his friend. “Nope I don’t wanna hear that defeatist attitude dude!”

“We’re screwed!” Iida said with more enthusiasm (and sarcasm.) “Yup that’s it..” The red haired boy replied in a whisper.

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(PART ONENEN i swear part two is better! this is gonna be a three parter because it’s based off the movie and well there are to many fire scenes I have to include 😈😈 HOPE YALL LIKED IT!!)

- love always, kat

[vi-for-vendetta]

Anonymous asked:

if youre still taking requests, id love to see something written about some smug rich girl being turned into a milky cow

This isn't much to go off, so I'm gonna do my best lol. I wrote kinda bitchy wlw hucow transformation. Again, I wrote this in second person, I am sorry lol:

She wasn't always this way. When the two of you were younger, she had no desire to shove her closet the size of your house, or the designer purses, or the sports cars in your face. But the second you two went to college, she became a whole new person. Her whole personality revolved around her wealth. You assumed it was just because she wanted attention, but you always felt that it was the wrong kind of attention.

You hadn't spoken to her since orientation, now you were entering your senior year and you two managed to get stuck in a class together. Unfortunately, this was one of those seminar classes where you're made to work on the same project for the whole year with the same partner.

You've heard from some of the other people in your major that she's a notorious slacker, the kind of person who always just skates by, a real "C's get degrees" kind of gal. Normally, you wouldn't care about this, but because you're grade is on the line here, too, you were fuming at the thought of her just making you do the whole assignment by yourself.

You were going to set her straight. One way or another, she was going to pull her weight in this project.

You decided to invite her back to your dorm to brainstorm ideas, but you already had one. You just needed to wait for the inevitable.

The two of you sat down at your too small kitchen table and stared at your laptop screens.

You both affixed your gaze on a blank Google Doc simply titled "Ideas."

Well, you did. She just had it open and was instead focused on her phone. Now was your chance:

"So, any ideas you think could be interesting for the-"

She raises a finger to you, "I'm gonna stop you there. I know you're, like, way smarter than me, so you can just do it and I'll, like, make the PowerPoint pretty in the end. Okay? Just do whatever you want, we can, like, meet up for 15, or like 20 minutes every couple of days to make it look like we're working, but beyond that I don't care."

"Okay, but why do you have to look like you're working? It's not like we're being checked on."

"You might not be, but I am. These stupid professors have me on academic probation, so they need to know where I am all the time," she groaned.

"Got it." You knew the answer already, of course. Gossip is common throughout the school about the pretty little rich girl who always manages to come out on top.

"Yeah, so just do whatever you want," she said with a dismissing wave.

You nodded, covering your mouth with your hand, hiding a grin that cartoon supervillains would be jealous of. You clicked open a new tab with a fully set up paper outline and data collection page. This was going to be the perfect paper. You called it, "Creating a Hucow: How Lactation Supplements and Subliminal Messaging Can Turn Anyone into a Ditzy Cow."

Of course you needed IRB approval for this, but based on your partner's nonchalance and overall dismissive nature, you could surely get her to sign all the papers you needed without her ever noticing what she was agreeing to.

So, off you went. For months, you slowly dosed her up with lactation supplements, offering to pick up her Starbucks and spiking it before each 20 minute meeting. You'd talk to her about how gorgeous she'd look in cow print, how soft her skin looked. After a month, she was letting you give her hand and shoulder massages. After two months, you were able to comment to her about how heavy her breasts looked, how tight her clothes had gotten, and how the cow print would help to hide it well. She started to let you grope her under the guise of "just holding them up to help her back." Each time she let you do this, you slowly introduced nipple stimulation. Then the day came.

It was month three and she was practically putty in your hands. But there was still work to do, and you knew just how to get the next phase started:

"Hey, you know, during some of my research for this stupid paper, I found that breast pumping, like the stuff new moms do, can really help ease the pain in your tits."

"Really? I never, like, ever heard that before."

"No, it's true! Here, I knew you were having a rough time, and I don't wanna see you suffer, so I bought you one," you say presenting the best pump to her, "Wanna try it out? I can get it hooked up for you."

She looked at you, puzzled, maybe moreso tentative. There was a long pause as she examined the device, "Okay. What not."

Success.

You peeled off her shirt, and hooked her up to the little pump. After only a few seconds, milk started to leak from her nipples into the machine.

"Oh my god! What the hell? Why am I-"

You shush her, cutting her off, "Don't worry, it's normal. Sometimes this just happens to girls with big tits like yours. It's the price to pay for beauty like that. But don't worry, I'm here to help."

"Okay, if you say so," her voice trailed off, it's the most concerned she's sounded throughout this whole process. You'd be sure to note that down. "But okay, I trust you. Thank you for helping me."

"Any time."

With that, you convinced her to come over more often, twice a day for an hour each session. Each time you'd pump her, you'd touch her breasts, rub her thighs. She moaned at the mear sight of your hands now.

By month four, she would come to your dorm and stop down to nothing but a micro cow-print bikini, which she now wore under her ensemble of cow-print clothes each day, and her cow bell collar. She'd then let you rip off her top and pump her. You'd run your pussy and your own breasts as you touched her, and she would beg for your touch all the time now.

It was month five now, and the semester was drawing to a close. She was a wet, milky mess the second she laid eyes on you. She would walk around on all fours, pumping her tits as she slurped up your wetness. Her favorite activity was rubbing your tits together.

She was the prettiest little experiment you ever saw.

And today was the day you'd tell her what you'd done to her. In front of the whole seminar class.

Your class' collective jaw dropped the second you walked in with her on a leash, walking on all fours in her micro bikini, leaking milk down her swollen tits.

You began your presentation:

"This semester, I turned my partner, with her consent, of course, into a hucow. Here's how I did it."

You spent your presentation detailing every step in your manipulative process, and not once did her face drop that ditzy smile it had. All she did was nod, smile and beg to be touched by you throughout your presentation.

As your presentation drew to a close, now was the time to ask your coveted question: "Alright, cow, here's my final question for this study, okay?"

She nodded fast.

"Knowing what you do now about what I did to you and how, are you mad, and do you regret what you've become?"

Without missing a beat, she chirps, "Absolutely not! I'm so happy being your dumb cow! I just wanna be your little milky toy forever! Please may I be your toy?"

You look at your classmates and smile, "Why yes, yes you can."

She jumps up from the floor and kisses you, groping your tits in front of the class.

You had made the perfect bimbo cow and proved that it was a more than satisfactory existence. This was the life.

[littlebignoona]

ANGEL FACE

Do not be fooled by her wings, they could change into thorns at any given moment.

“Say what you want and I’ll keep it a secret.”

Episode 1:

Which is understandable, as they were scholarship kids, and these students are in a completely different world, navigating it as that they were super, and the scholarship kids are a virus. “Come on Kang Ha… you got this..” she whispered. As he started to give his speech, the doors opened, causing the Mic to stop working, and for the girl to glance over at the walking duo. It was a handsome boy who walked like he owed the place. She quietly looked away, looking back at her friend, giving him a thumbs up to continue. As he talked about being the ACE, she almost clapped for his speech, realizing quickly, that no one was gonna clap. She gripped her skirt, as he walked over to sit with her. He bumped her shoulder gently, before they were dismissed. As Kang Ha got up quickly, the student behind him pulled him back down. Nana watched as the late student walked out, and quickly everyone followed out. She got up, as she had to find the music room before her class, kissing her friends cheek gently, as he nodded at her. Nana walked down, carrying her violin, before finding herself lost. She walked into a room, quietly calling out for help. “You can’t be in here.” She turned around, finding a handsome boy looking at her boredly. “Oh I’m sorry,” she bowed before standing up straight and smiley gently. His eyes widen slightly before he composed himself. “I’m Looking for the music room?” He looked at her tie before nodding quietly. “Scholarship student? 1st day?” She nodded, as he looked at her calmly. “Down the hall, 3rd door from your left. But make sure you have permission before entering since you are a scholarship student.” She nodded, bowing thankfully. As she was about to walk out, he called her softly. “What’s your name?” She turned, smiling at him. “I’m Nana.” She left as he whispered to himself. “Nana….how cute.” 

After 20 mins, Nana manage to get into the music room, and arrive to class on time. She walked in, seeing Kang Ha cause trouble, as she gently sighed. “Kang Ha…”, people turned when they heard a soft voice. People stared quietly at the scholarship student, she was pretty for a poor person, like unnatural pretty. Her doe eyes, her beauty marks and her beautiful hair? Some students felt threatened. “They’re a perfectly fine seats back there, come on.” As she glided across the room, students staring at her beautiful figure, she quietly sat down, as Kang Ha complained that there was no bag hook. 

Nana quietly observed her childhood friend who was bother students around him. “Oppa, maybe we should stay quiet for a bit.” He looked at her before nodding and then decided to completely ignore her advice by asking how can he switch his class schedule. Nana got up, tapping his shoulder. “I have to go to practice, please stay out of trouble. I’ll meet you at the fair?” He nodded as she leaned down to kiss his cheek. Some rich students noticed and whispered amongst themselves. 

Nana walked down the hall, ignoring all the stares that people were throwing at her. She loathed the arrogantly disgustingly rich who had nothing better to do with their time. She made it to the music room, and quietly took out her violin. She took out her tablet, and look at the music sheets she was sent via email. She balanced her violin, before starting her chord warm ups. She messed around, smiling to herself at the sound, completely unaware of a student watching her from the door. He watched her quietly as she was so focused on her music, lost in her own world, oblivious to the curiosity in his eyes. He closed the door before making his way to the locker rooms. 

After her practice, Nana was reading her book quietly, waiting for Kang Ha to come out of PE. Her hair was gently falling down her face, causing her to use a hair tie. As she was tying it, she didn’t notice the stairs of the other rich students who sit down in the front of the bleachers. “She’s pretty… for a scholarship scum.” The three football players turned around, hearing the girls talk about someone. Ri-an and Woojin saw the girl, observing how studious she was. “That’s Nana.”, Woojin said. All his friends looked at him, wondering how he knew that. “We met in the art room, she was lost. She’s nice.” They all nodded as Nana was in her own world. Ri-an said nothing as he thought back to how she looked in the music room. She seemed like someone who minded her own business, and made no trouble for him. 

“NANA!”, yelled Kang Ha as he waved at her. She looked at him and smiled, getting up from her far seat in the corner to go meet him. As he was about to sit in the bleachers, he was pulled away by a group of students. Nana watched confused as they pulled him away. “You can sit while you wait for him.” Nana turned and look down the bleachers, as He-ra spoke to her. “Oh no thank you. I wouldn’t want to disturb you.”  Nana bowed before being stopped by Woojin. “Just sit.” She looked at him, then glanced at Ri-an before nodding. She quietly sat down, and opened her book. 

It would be about 10 minutes later when Kang Ha would show up again. He marched over to the rich elite teens, and introduce himself to no effort.  Ri-an would look at him, before bumping his shoulder into Kang Ha. The others followed soon right after him. Nana watched as Kang Ha would be invited to a party by He-ra, who told him to also bring Nana. He watched after them, before going up the stairs to sit with Nana. 

“So, how much do you wanna bet these assholes are gonna mess with us at the party?” “Lunch. They will mess with you first.” Nana smirked. “Breakfast, they’ll mess with you before me,” she said. He laughed, as he pulled her up. She looped her arm in his, and he guided her back to class. Woojin watched Nana walk away with Kang Ha. “Interesting.” 

It was a quiet drive to He-ra’s party. Nana wore a simple black tank top, and a long flower skirt. She looked sweet. Kang Ha opted for his uniform. As they stepped out of the car, and stood at the bottom of the stairs, Nana reaching for her friends hand. “It’s okay, we got this.” He pulled her up the stairs, giving their phone to the security, before being surrounded by crazy, intoxicated teens. Kang Ha and Song Nana felt out of place quickly. She nodded at him before disappearing to get something to drink. She stood at the bar, smiling politely at the bartender. He nodded at her as she bit her lip. “Do you even drink Nana-ah?” She turned to her right. “Oh. Art room guy!” Woojin smiled at her, before ordering two blue martinis. He slid one to her, as she bowed slightly at him. “You know, I have a name.” “Oh? That’s nice.” He looked at her as she stared at her blue martini. “It taste like Raspberries.” “I don’t trust anything that’s blue or pink. Drinks shouldn’t be colorful.” He laughed slight at her point. She turned to him, taking a sip of her drink. “You said you had a name?” “Lee Woojin.” “Nice to meet you Lee Woojin. I’m Nana.” She held out her hand, making him smile before shaking it. “Why don’t we take this party to the corner, it is much quieter over there.” Nana glanced towards Kang Ha, woojin following her line of sight. “He’ll be fine.”  Nana nodded, as she followed him towards the table. They sat as the others dragged Kang Ha to drink. “So, why Jooshin?” “Why not?” He nodded at her answer. Nana sipped her drink calmly, as he observed her. “So, what is your relationship with your friend?” Nana put her drink down on the table, before glancing at Kang Ha. “Friends…Childhood friends.” “So I’m guessing you never kissed him.” “If you are asking if he is my first kiss, he is not.” Woojin nodded, as he looked at her outfit. “Well, I guess you may look like the Virgin Mary, but I doubt you are.” Nana clinched her fist. “And you may look untouchable, but I doubt you are a saint yourself.” They stared at each other for what felt like forever. “OH SHIT! He’s got someone in mind!” The pair turned to look somewhere else, watching Kang Ha walk towards a room. 

Nana and Woojin got up, he gently guided her to the room, where Jae-il and Kang Ha were locked into a passionate kiss. “What is going on?” “He was dared to kiss as beautiful girl.” Nana watched Ri-an pull them apart before punching Kang Ha in the face. “No…NO-“ Woojin grabbed her arm, before Nana could help her friend. He took her outside of the room, taking her to the front of the house. “It is better if you do not get involved with them. Just stay in your corner, do not come out, and let them settle this on their own.” Nana pulled her arm out of his grip. “Don’t you ever pull me like that. The next time you lay a hand on me, will be that last time you have hands.“ Nana said, before walking down the stairs, telling the driver to take her home. Woojin watched the car drive away before taking his phone out and calling someone. “Hey…I need you to look at someone for me.”

Nana arrived home after some time. She walked up the the nice house, the front gate unlocking, as her father was inside, talking to his men. Nana might look like a simple lower class girl, but that was because she didn’t want to be judged for her money. Her father was Song Tae-hee, owner of Song Corporations of weaponary and protection.Meaning they were hugely sought out for their weapons to military forces. Being the only child, she was her father’s pride and joy. Unfortunately, it was just the two of them, as her mother had passed away to cancer. She entered her home, finding her father talking to his men about shipping and handling for the weapons. She gently knocked on the door, everyone looking at her. She looked at her father, walking over as he motioned her to him. “Sweetheart, you are home early.” “The party was boring.” He nodded as she bowed at the men in the room, before leaving. “She looks like her mother more and more every day.” “Sir, I heard she switched schools, will she be alright?” “Yeah, she is going to Jooshin, on a scholarship. She didn’t want me to pay for it, so she paid for it through a scholarship.”  “I thought that your daughter was to remain out of the spotlight from the other Elite families?” “That was my choice but something happened to her recently. She seems determined to find out something, so I’m letting her use all of my resources and money to help her. She has never asked for anything before, so I’m willing to give her the world if she asked me to.” “It almost sounds like you would let the world burn for her.” “If she wanted it, I would,” her father said smiling at his staff. “Now, let us continue. The United States contacted us regarding weapons.” 

[ff-rtp]

Ballet in blood

Part 2

Genre : angst ,fluff , some smut? Mafia!AU

Pairing : Chanyeol x fem!reader

Warnings⚠️: mentions of violence, shouting, guns, drugs, swearing alcool and some spicy scenes .

Count: 3k

Chapter 2

The next few days passed in a blur for n/a. Between her rigorous ballet rehearsals and her university courses, she tried to push the encounter with Chanyeol out of her mind. It had been unsettling, but she told herself it was just one strange night—nothing more. Still, every time she opened her purse and saw the edge of the black card, she felt a strange weight in her chest.

Sunny, of course, was oblivious to the gravity of the situation. “That party was wild, right?” she giggled one afternoon as they walked home from the ballet academy. “I can’t believe you actually talked to that guy. He was kind of hot, in a scary way.”

N/a gave a noncommittal hum, not wanting to dive into her lingering thoughts about him. “Yeah, he was… intense.”

Sunny laughed, looping her arm through n/a’s. “Girl, you have no idea. People like him run the city. I’ve heard stories.” She lowered her voice dramatically, adding an air of mystery. “They say he’s some kind of underground kingpin. Like, crazy rich, but you don’t want to cross him.”

N/a’s stomach dropped at Sunny’s words. Was that really who Chanyeol was? A man who wielded power and wealth in the darkest corners of Seoul?

“Don’t worry, though,” Sunny said, her tone light again. “We’re just ordinary girls. We won’t get mixed up in anything like that.”

Chanyeol stood in the dimly lit room of his penthouse, the city lights of Seoul stretching out beneath him. His thoughts were tangled with the image of n/a, the girl from the party who had somehow imprinted herself in his mind. She was different. There was an innocence about her, a light that had no place in the shadowed world he ruled. But that didn’t stop his curiosity from deepening.

A soft knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. Baekhyun stepped in, his expression a mix of amusement and professionalism. “Got what you asked for,” he said, handing over a slim folder.

Chanyeol took it without a word, flipping it open. Inside were details about n/a’s life, her background, her struggles, her achievements. His eyes scanned the pages, absorbing the information quickly. N/a was alone in Korea, having only her aunt. She had earned her place at the ballet academy with the highest score, her talent undeniable. And yet, despite all of her achievements, she was struggling financially. A small frown tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“She’s impressive,” Baekhyun remarked, leaning back against the wall. “Top of her class, scholarship student, but broke as hell. If she’s smart, she’ll stay away from guys like you.”

Chanyeol ignored the jab, his mind already spinning. N/a was a perfect student, focused, driven, but vulnerable. And vulnerability, in his world, could be dangerous. He knew she didn’t belong in the circles he moved in. But that didn’t stop the gnawing curiosity he felt toward her. It was almost irritating how much she lingered in his thoughts.

“What do you want to do with her?” Baekhyun asked, raising an eyebrow.

Chanyeol snapped the folder shut, tossing it onto the desk. “She’s not important.”

“Sure,” Baekhyun said with a smirk, clearly unconvinced. “If you say so.”

Chanyeol’s jaw tightened. She wasn’t supposed to matter. He had seen hundreds of girls like her—beautiful, talented, but ultimately irrelevant in his world. Except she wasn’t like the others. She was untouchable in a way that intrigued him. As if her very presence challenged the dark empire he had built.

“Anything else?” Baekhyun asked casually.

Chanyeol’s mind shifted gears, recalling something buried in the back of his memory. “Her school,” he began slowly, “the director offered me a deal a while back.”

Baekhyun’s smirk faded, his expression turning serious. “The drug deal?”

Chanyeol nodded. “He wanted me to start distributing through the academy. Use the students as mules. In return, he’d get a cut.”

“Classy,” Baekhyun muttered, crossing his arms. “You never went through with it, though.

“No,” Chanyeol agreed, his eyes narrowing as he considered the possibilities. “But now, I think it’s time to revisit the offer.”

Baekhyun straightened up, his interest piqued. “What’s the angle?”

Chanyeol didn’t answer right away. He wasn’t even sure himself why this seemed like the right move. Maybe it was a way to get closer to n/a. Maybe it was a power play. Or maybe, deep down, he wanted to see how far he could push her world before it collided with his.

“I want Sehun to set up a meeting with the director,” Chanyeol said finally. “At the academy. I want to see this place for myself.”

Baekhyun raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it. “I’ll let him know.”

As Baekhyun left the room, Chanyeol’s gaze returned to the cityscape, his fingers drumming lightly on the edge of the desk. He wasn’t sure why n/a mattered to him, but he was going to find out. The ballet academy, the director, the deal—it was all connected now.

And Chanyeol was nothing if not a man who followed through on his plans.

Sehun worked fast. Within a day, the meeting with the academy director was arranged. Chanyeol was meticulous in his preparation, knowing that this wasn’t just about a business deal—it was a chess move. Every step, every word, had to be precise. He couldn’t afford to show any weakness, especially not when the stakes were this high.

The academy was a world of its own. It was a place of discipline, where the halls echoed with the sound of dancers perfecting their craft. Chanyeol had never been interested in the arts, but as he stepped through the grand entrance, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of the ambition that lived within these walls.

The director, a middle-aged man with thinning hair and sharp eyes, greeted Chanyeol with a strained smile. “Mr. Park,” he said, extending a hand. “It’s an honor to have you here.”

Chanyeol shook his hand, but his expression remained cold. “Let’s get straight to business.”

The director nodded, leading him down the hall toward a private office. Chanyeol’s eyes flickered over the students they passed—young, talented, unaware of the darker dealings that were about to enter their world. He wondered if n/a was among them, and the thought sent a ripple of something unidentifiable through him.

Once inside the office, the director wasted no time. “I assume you’ve reconsidered my offer?”

Chanyeol leaned back in his chair, his eyes sharp. “You want me to use your students to move my product.”

The director hesitated before nodding. “Yes. The students here come from influential families. No one would suspect them.”

Chanyeol’s gaze darkened. He didn’t care about the logistics of the deal. What mattered was the control it would give him—over the academy, over the students, and potentially over n/a. He could see the way this would all unfold, how easily he could pull the strings to manipulate the situation to his advantage.

“And what’s in it for me?” Chanyeol asked, though he already knew the answer.

The director cleared his throat. “Exclusive access to the academy’s resources. We have wealthy patrons who could be valuable contacts for you.”

Chanyeol considered the offer, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of his chair. He wasn’t interested in the money. He had more than enough of that. What he wanted was influence. The academy, with its connections to high society, was a perfect opportunity to expand his reach.

“I’ll think about it,” Chanyeol said, standing up abruptly.

The director’s face faltered, clearly not expecting such a cold dismissal. “Mr. Park, I assure you, this deal—”

“I said I’ll think about it.” Chanyeol’s voice was final, leaving no room for argument.

As he left the office, his mind was already spinning with plans. He knew the deal would give him power over the academy, and through that, over n/a’s world. She didn’t belong in his life, but now, whether she knew it or not, her future was tied to his.

Chanyeol moved through the academy with an air of disinterest, his sharp eyes missing nothing as the director led him through the grand halls. The director, a man with a polished exterior and a nervous energy about him, had gone out of his way to show Chanyeol every aspect of the school, the prestigious classrooms, the state-of-the-art rehearsal spaces, the awards lining the walls. Everything except the ballet studios.

Chanyeol let him speak, his thoughts focused elsewhere. He wasn’t here for the academy’s accolades or the students’ performances. He was here for something, or someone else.

The moment n/a had crossed his path, something had shifted. She was a complete contrast to everything he knew, but that was exactly what intrigued him. As Baekhyun had discovered, she didn’t belong to his world, and she shouldn’t. She was innocent in a way that was rare in his circles, and that only made her more of a mystery he wanted to unravel.

Finally, after being shown almost everything, Chanyeol stopped walking. “What about the ballet classes?”

The director hesitated, glancing at his watch as though they were running out of time. “Ah, yes. The ballet wing is just down this way, but they’re currently in the middle of a very important rehearsal. Perhaps another time?”

Chanyeol’s gaze sharpened. He wasn’t asking. “I want to see it.”

Seeing no way out, the director nodded stiffly and gestured down a quiet corridor. “Of course, Mr. Park. Follow me.”

They walked down the narrow hallway, the sound of classical music growing louder with each step. It was a different world, one of elegance, discipline, and grace. It was worlds apart from the violent, gritty underbelly that Chanyeol ruled. And yet, it intrigued him.

The director stopped outside a large glass door, the ballet studio visible through the clear panels. Inside, students were mid-rehearsal, their movements precise and controlled. Chanyeol stood just outside the door, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on her.

N/a was in the center of the room, her body moving with fluidity and strength. Every pirouette, every jump, was executed with a level of skill that was undeniable. She was completely focused, her brow slightly furrowed in concentration as she moved through the routine.

Chanyeol watched in silence, his eyes narrowing as he tried to understand the pull she had over him. For a moment, their eyes met. It was only for a second, a fleeting glance as she spun through her pirouette, but it was enough. Something passed between them in that brief moment, something unspoken.

N/a’s expression didn’t change, but she stumbled slightly as if shaken by the encounter. Chanyeol took a step back, his face giving nothing away, and turned to leave without a word. The director, noticing the brief moment but not understanding its significance, hurried to catch up.

“Thank you for showing me around,” Chanyeol said coolly as they reached the exit of the academy. “I’ll be in touch.”

“Of course, Mr. Park,” the director said eagerly, clearly relieved that the meeting was over. “Whenever you’re ready to proceed with our arrangement, just let me know.”

Chanyeol gave a short nod, stepping into his car without another word. The academy had revealed its secrets to him—just enough to whet his curiosity.

Inside the ballet studio, n/a continued her routine, pushing herself harder than before. She couldn’t afford any mistakes. Not if she wanted to keep her scholarship. But as she moved through her pirouettes, her mind briefly wandered. She had seen him. She was sure of it.

The mysterious man from the club.

It didn’t make sense. Why would someone like him be at her academy? She shook the thought from her mind, refocusing on her practice. She couldn’t afford distractions, not now. But the image of his sharp eyes watching her from the doorway lingered, making her question if she had really seen him or if it had all been in her head.

Chanyeol’s car cut through the city streets, his thoughts tangled with images of n/a. He had entered her world today, if only for a moment, and it was a world so different from his own. But something about it intrigued him, pulling him in despite the knowledge that she didn’t belong in his life. She shouldn’t matter, but she did and Chanyeol never ignored things that mattered.

N/a took a deep breath, centering herself once more. The ballet studio was warm, the air thick with the intensity of her classmates’ efforts, but she could feel a chill creeping down her spine. Her mind kept drifting back to that fleeting glance, the image of a man standing in the doorway.

It couldn’t have been him, she told herself as she moved into another pirouette, her arms extending with precision. It was just your imagination. But the nagging doubt remained.

The music swelled around her, pulling her back into the rhythm, forcing her to focus. Ballet required perfection, discipline, and absolute concentration. She had no room for distractions, not when she was already at risk of losing her scholarship if she made one wrong move. Her mind should have been fully on the choreography, the movements she had practiced over and over until they became second nature. And yet…The man from the club.

That night had been a blur, loud music, flashing lights, and the overwhelming atmosphere of a world she didn’t belong in. Sunny had dragged her there, insisting that she needed to loosen up. N/a had been reluctant, as usual. Parties weren’t her thing, and she certainly didn’t want to get wrapped up in the chaotic lifestyle Sunny seemed to thrive on. But Sunny had a way of convincing her, flashing that bright smile that made it hard to say no.

That’s when she had seen him. Tall, commanding, and impossible to ignore.

But here? At her academy? It didn’t add up. N/a shook her head slightly, closing her eyes as she began another round of jetés. Focus. You can’t afford to get distracted now. Every jump was a reminder that she had to keep her life together. The scholarship meant everything. Ballet was her ticket to a future, a life beyond the struggles she faced now.

She pushed through the rehearsal, not letting her mind wander again, but the nagging sense of unease wouldn’t leave her alone.

After practice ended, she collapsed onto the wooden floor, her muscles aching from the intense session. Her classmates were packing up, a few lingering to chat and laugh with each other. The usual crowd, Mina, Dia, and Hyejin, were in their own little world, talking excitedly about the future gala performance.

Sunny, as always, was late. She had a habit of showing up after rehearsals ended, ready to whisk n/a away into her whirlwind of plans. N/a loved her best friend, but their lives were so different. Sunny’s carefree, spontaneous energy clashed with n/a’s disciplined and reserved nature, but somehow, they balanced each other out.

As she sat on the floor stretching, her phone buzzed. Speak of the devil.

Sunny: I’m outside! Let’s grab coffee before I take you somewhere fun!

N/a smiled softly, shaking her head. Fun for Sunny usually meant a wild night that n/a had no business being a part of, but she appreciated the effort. At least Sunny tried to pull her out of her bubble. She texted back quickly before gathering her things.

N/a: Fine, but only coffee. I have early rehearsals tomorrow.

Throwing on her jacket, n/a left the studio and stepped out into the cool evening air. The academy’s courtyard was nearly empty, with just a few students heading home. She spotted Sunny’s brightly colored car parked at the curb, her best friend waving from the driver’s seat, her grin wide and infectious.

“You look dead!” Sunny called out as n/a approached. “Come on, you need caffeine. Stat.”

N/a laughed softly, sliding into the passenger seat. “You say that every day. Maybe I just need sleep.”

“Psh. Sleep is for boring people. And you, my dear, are not boring.”

Sunny pulled away from the curb, her music already blasting through the speakers. N/a leaned back in the seat, trying to shake off the lingering discomfort from earlier. “Hey, you wouldn’t believe what happened today,” she began, wondering if Sunny would find it as strange as she did. “I thought I saw someone at the studio… You remember the guy from the club? The one you pointed out?”

Sunny’s eyes widened as she took her eyes off the road for a second, glancing at n/a. “No way! You saw him at the school?”

N/a nodded slowly. “I think so. It was just for a second, but I swear it was him.”

Sunny let out a low whistle, leaning in as if she were hearing the juiciest gossip ever. “Okay, that’s seriously weird, but kind of hot. What was he doing there? He didn’t, like, follow you or something, did he?”

“I don’t think so. He was with the director. It didn’t make sense.”

Sunny raised an eyebrow, the gears in her head clearly turning. “Maybe he’s got some secret connection to the school? Or maybe he’s a secret ballet enthusiast,” she teased with a laugh, but her eyes sparkled with curiosity. “You should totally find out.”

“I’m not finding anything out,” n/a shot back, laughing softly. “He’s just some guy I saw once. I probably imagined it.”

Sunny wasn’t convinced. “Sure, keep telling yourself that. But don’t be surprised if he shows up again. Guys like that don’t just disappear.”

As Sunny sped towards the café, n/a let the conversation drift, trying to convince herself that Sunny was overreacting. But the truth was, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her best friend might be right.

Back at the academy, deep in the shadows of the evening, Chanyeol’s black car sat parked across the street, the engine idling quietly. He watched as n/a and Sunny drove off, his sharp eyes lingering on the ballet studio in the distance. But he had seen her today.

And now, he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Part1 , Part2 , Part3, Part4, Part5, Part6, Part7.

[a-k-a-l-i]

They are NOT Hot!

Luke and Leia refuse to believe that anyone would think their parents (and Uncle Obi-wan) are hot. Can the twins come up with a plan to succeed and convince their friends that they're not?

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“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far, away…”

“...The Trade Federation was eventually blown up by none other than the Chosen One, Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker at nine years old, saving the Planet Naboo.” Terria Marayne explained to her class. Many eyes were focused on the Skywalker twins who held proud smiles, knowing how cool their dad was. 

The bell rang signifying that Prodigious Coruscanti High School was over. 

“Remember students,” the teacher called out as the kids stuffed their papers into their bags, “I want a detailed report of the Battle of Naboo, it’s due next week.”

“No doubt we’ll pass with flying colors,” Luke whispered to his twin, which Leia just snorted and shoved him out of the classroom. 

“Don’t cheat, Nerfherder.” 

“You wound me, Lei-Lei, how can I cheat on something so easy?”

The hallways were filled with students coming in and out of rooms, many stood in the hallways, talking with friends. Leia headed to her locker organizing her stuff when she heard her name being called.

“Leia!”

Turning around, Leia waved her friends over. Three girls, a green Twi’lek with green eyes, a Pantoran, and a human with blue hair and brown eyes walked over. 

“It must be so cool to have your dad in history class, huh?” asked Hali, the Pantoran. Leia shrugged.

“I mean, it is, but we grew up with those stories, with way more details, this is hardly anything.”

 Gia pulled her blue hair lightly, “if you say so, but I doubt it though...nine years old? Please, that’s impossible.”

“That’s why he’s the Chosen One, Gia, not some regular old Jedi,” a new voice joined the conversation. The green Twi’lek, Jora, scoffed.

“I don’t remember you being allowed in this conversation, We’lin.” Said girl gave them an unimpressed look.

“Honestly, I thought you guys would be more knowledgeable when it came to Anakin Skywalker, considering you’re friends with his daughter.”

Leia sighed, “That’s enough We’lin, I get why they doubt it, no reason to be so snarky, let’s go guys.” The four girls left the angered Zebrak, who scoffed and walked away.

“What’s her problem?” Jora hissed slightly.

“She’s jealous that I’m friends with you and not her, she wants to be in close proximity with someone famous,” Leia led her friends to the front door of the building,

“Hm, no reason to be so-- hey, what’s going on?” Hali muttered. Gia saw Luke and called his name.

“Luke!”

The boy turned his head and waved his hands to his sister and her friends. The small group walked to where Luke was standing. His friends gaping, their eyes unblinking. The girls were confused until they saw who captured everyone’s attention— students, teachers, and parents alike.

Anakin Skywalker.

He stood against the newest model of a LV-80 speeder, it is one of the fastest luxury speeders, only the wealthy could afford one. He wore his usual black Jedi robes, though, today, they were looking very fashionable. Anakin ran his fingers through his hair, biting his lips as his attention was drawn to the datapad in his hand.

“Oh my…” Hali’s words got caught in her throat. Luke and Leia groaned silently, rolling their eyes simultaneously. 

“The senator truly is lucky to have married him–”

“How can he look so flawlessly handsome?”

“He hardly aged, I dare say…”

“You’re right about that, Xeni.”

Luke facepalmed, he didn’t need to overhear the whispers about his father from the teachers no less.

“Bro, your dad looks so cool!” Derran commented.

“Imagine having a father as powerful as him–”

“Look at the speeder.”

“Imagine being this rich–”

“Why doesn’t he come over often, Luke?” A human girl wondered with a dazed look in her eyes.

“He’s busy…saving the galaxy and all,” Luke said, slightly put off at her facial expression.

Leia fared no better as her friends practically drooled at the sight. 

“Leiaaa, you’re so lucky, your dad looks so hot,” Gia gasped. Leia blanched. Seriously? How weird are her friends? Jora had a noticeable pink tint coloring her cheeks. Hali fanned herself, muttering words like “..amazing…lucky...wish I was older…not fair…”

“Guys, that’s my dad, stop calling him hot!” Leia told them, mortified. Her friends stared at her, breaking away from their stupor.

“And!?” They shrieked.

“He’s hot-”

“Only you would see him as mediocre–”

“We hardly get to see him in the flesh–”

“–he’s your dad and we’re your friends–”

“–let us worship him–”

“–and fantasize over him–”

“–in peace, Leia,” the girls finished off in unison.

Shaking her head Leia left her star-struck friends and made her way over to her brother.

“They are so creepy,” Luke mentioned, taking his sister’s bag for her. 

“At least your friends think Dad is cool, my friends find him hot.” Leia informed him, Luke gagged.

“Gross.”

“You’re telling me.”

The Skywalker twins pushed their way to the front of the crowd.

“Dad!” Leia yelled out.

Anakin’s head snapped up, spotting his eldest son and daughter. He gave them a grin, stashing his datapad in the speeder.

The Force rang with such admiration, jealousy, and infatuation that Luke and Leia had to hurry away from the seemingly endless crowd.

“Hey, Troublemakers, how’s school?” Anakin smiled, girls once again swooned, he took their bags, and began placing them in the back seats.

“Uh, let’s tell you on the way,” Luke hurried. Their father’s eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrow raised.

“What’s the hurry?”

“We just want to get home, see Mom, our siblings…y’know, we don’t want to be stuck here,” Leia came up with a cover quickly as Luke tried thinking of a lie. Anakin nodded and ushered them to his brand new speeder. 

Noticing the crowd, he gave them a roguish smirk and a semi salute. Chuckling once he felt emotions ringing through the force, he left the group of people standing there in surprise.

 Luke gawked as he studied the inside of the speeder.

“This speeder is so wizard, Dad!” Anakin laughed, he fired up the engine and set off towards their apartment.

“Glad you like it, son, recognize the model?”

Luke racked his brain, “is it the new LV-80? I thought it wasn’t out yet.”

Anakin nodded in approval, “True, but you know how I receive certain gifts for saving the galaxy, even though it’s been sixteen years. If I like a certain gift, then their ratings go up. It’s business,” he explained, “not to mention, I already modified it,”  Anakin handed him the manual, and Luke smiled like a little kid, reading all the latest features in the speeder.

Leia watched as towers, apartments, and other buildings zoomed by.

“What’s in your head princess?” Anakin looked back at her, before setting his attention back to the oncoming traffic.

“I was wondering, after I become a Jedi Knight, I should maybe start in politics, like Mom.”

Anakin chuckled softly, “I think that’s wonderful, you should tell your Mother about it.”

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The 500 Republica came into view. Anakin smiled, thinking of his wife.

Landing the speeder with such speed and smoothness on the veranda, Luke complimented his dad over and over again, with Anakin promising his son that they can go flying over the weekend.

“Dad, Dad!”

“Papa’s home with Luke and Leia!”

Several footsteps could be heard stomping down the stairs as the trio exited the speeder.

“Woah, is that a new speeder!?” a fourteen year old boy with brown hair and brown eyes asked. Luke had a confused look on his face.

“What do you mean, Jinn? Dad, did you just buy this?”

Anakin grinned gleefully, “that’s right, I bought it months ago but I recently just finished the modifications and decided to surprise you guys.”

He noticed his youngest daughter’s blue eyes glowed with excitement, Shiraya was told she acted like her father when it came to droids and ships.

Leia rolled her eyes and shook her head, her hands on her hips as she watched the rest of her siblings fawn over the speeder. An arm was suddenly slung over her shoulder with slight force, she let out an ‘oof’ in surprise.

“I think this one needs her screws tightened, Angel, the rest of my kids love speeders, yet this one malfunctioned,” Anakin remarked in mock seriousness, Leia raised her head to see her dad giving her a mischievous smirk. Padme, along with 3P0 and R2, walked closer to the father-daughter duo and giggled melodically. 

3P0 overheard and exclaimed, “Master Ani, I highly doubt organic beings, such as Mistress Leia, possess the ability to hold screws, much less malfunction.” R2 gave a series of beeps then rolled away to the speeder. “How rude, R2, I will have you know I studied humans for as long as I can remember, after all I–” 3P0 followed his companion giving him another lecture. Anakin sighed exasperatedly. Padme shook her head.

“Ani, may I remind you, they’re my kids as well? I would like to have one normal kid who doesn’t blow up junk everytime I look in their direction,” she crossed her arms, sending her husband an unimpressed stare.

“We do not blow junk up!” The Skywalker-machine-loving members protested. Mother and daughter looked at each other before doubling over in fits of laughter. Anakin and the children sent Leia and Padme identical pouts. 

“Leia, it seems like you’re the only one who actually took after me,” Padme teased. Jinn ran over to his mother and gave her a hug.

“What about me? I look like you!” He tried reasoning with her. She had a thoughtful look on her face, pretending to think about it. Jinn looked at her and was scandalized at the notion.

“Mommm.” Padme laughed and kissed her look-like on the cheek.

“Of course, Jinn, I never doubted it for a second.” Feeling victorious, he ran back to his siblings and chatted about new turbo thrusters their dad could install with Luke.

Anakin crossed his arms with a small smile on his face, “I swear, he’s another mama’s boy.”

“Oh no, Ani, he’s all you, you should hear him talk about lightsaber battles when you’re at the Temple,” Padme said, “He acts like you a little more each day.”

Leia nodded, silently agreeing with her. “Oh, Mom, is it okay if you can pick Luke and I up from school next week?”

Her parents gave her a confused look, “Sure, I can rearrange my schedule, but I thought you were happy when your dad came over.”

“I am, I was happy, but the thing is…”

“Our friends, especially Leia’s, were fawning over Dad, the teachers were even caught in a whirlwind over his looks,” Luke added when he came over to hug his mom. Anakin coughed and blushed as Padme turned her gaze to him.

“Is that so? Did any of them flirt with him? Or vice versa?”

Anakin gaped, “Angel, you hurt me, how could you ever think of a thing like that?”

Padme ignored him and encouraged her eldest twins to finish explaining. Anakin groaned in the background.

“We don’t want to feel such revolting emotions–” Leia started

“–coming from our classmates and teachers.” Finished Luke. 

Anakin snorted, “Tough luck, kids, your mom is the most beautiful woman in the galaxy, they will probably find her just a little bit more enticing than I am.”

“Don’t listen to him, I won’t attract attention to myself, unlike your father, of course I will come.”

Luke and Leia grinned and high-fived each other. Anakin rolled his eyes and glared non-threateningly at Padme, “I feel so loved, Angel.”

Padme laughed and kissed her husband’s pouty lips, “I only want you to myself, my love.”

“You have me, but maybe I should go, in case some teachers get the wrong idea,” Anakin smirked in a way that Padme felt Nubian butterflies in her stomach.

“Sorry, Ani, I’m afraid you’ll have to stay home on this mission, and watch the rest of your kids.” He shook his head, leaning down to capture her lips once more.

“Mhm, sounds like fun.”

Mimi’s blonde hair bounced as she skipped past her parents, “Mom, Dad, I’m hungry, can we go to Dex’s Diner?”

“Ooh, yea, can we?” Jayden’s brown eyes lit up, already thinking of the yummy Zeltros sliders. The elder Skywalkers looked at each other with amusement dancing in their eyes.

“Why not.”

~~~~~~~

“Hurry up, Leia, you still need to eat breakfast,” Luke called out, buckling his boots on, while simultaneously drinking blue milk.

“Luke, put your stinky feet down,” cried Mimi.

Leia pulled her braided hair into a ponytail and buckled on her belt. Dashing from her room, she slid into the kitchen where her five siblings were eating breakfast. Grabbing a stack of pannacakes, and pouring herself a cup of blue milk, she sat next to Shiraya who was levitating a small Nubian star fruit.

“Shira, please eat, you need to be at the Temple soon,” Padme instructed, walking by the table plucking the star fruit from the air, popping it into her mouth.

“Yes, mama,” the fourteen year old sighed. Her blue eyes danced around the room, mischievousness sparkled to life, already planning on the fun pranks she would pull at the Temple. Giggling to herself, she poured sticky honey sauce on her pannacakes, and shoved them in her mouth.

A bus horn was heard outside and the eldest twins grabbed their bags running out on the veranda.

“Bye guys!” The two yelled out.

Anakin stretched and frowned, noticing that Leia forgot her comm.

“Leia! Catch!”

Said girl turned in time to use the Force to catch her comm that was thrown to her. “Thanks, Dad!”

Finding themselves a seat, many students were in awe, seeing the Chosen One use the Force in front of their very eyes.

“Hands down, Luke,” Derran said, “your dad is the coolest.”

~~~~~~~

“Will Master Skywalker be picking you up today?” Hali asked with a slight grin. 

“Not today,” Leia shook her head.

“Pity, Anakin Skywalker is one of the finest creatures my eyes have ever seen,” We’lin commented as she strode by, not stopping for the group to retort.

“For once, I can agree with her,” Jora remarked. The female Skywalker shuddered.

“Let’s just go.”

Luke was hanging out with his friends at the front of the landing docks, eating snacks.

“–I swear, Killian Urden is the best character to play, hands down,” a human-twi’lek hybrid said.

“Orman’s right, he’s the best character that has been released,” Derran agreed.

A male togruta, Fel-qin, objected, “Please, Carlip Brush is the best.” The other boys groaned.

“He’s the worst! Luke, who do you like?” Orman turned his attention to the blonde boy. Luke chewed thoughtfully.

“While Carlip has the best combos, I have to agree with Derran and Orman, Killian’s swordplay can easily beat Carlip’s gun combos.”

Fel-qin looked betrayed, “How could you say that! Luke, you’re my best mate!” The male Skywalker shrugged and laughed as the togruta tried stealing his granos chips.

A stylish looking Nubian speed craft pulled into view, parking in front of the school.

Derran, Orman, and Fel-qin’s eyes practically bugged out of their heads. Seeing a LV-80 speeder was shocking enough, but witnessing a Nubian aircraft was just as rare.

“Holy, look at that speeder…she’s a beauty,” Fel-qin whispered, the other boys nodding.

A man dressed in the Naboo Royal Security uniform, stepped out, opening the back door. A woman dressed in purple and silver stepped out. Fixing wayward strands of hair, she scanned the premises until her eyes spotted one half of the target.

“Luke!” 

A crowd had already gathered when the aircraft arrived, their attention soon turned to the boy whose name was called out.

“Hi, Mom,” Luke waved and smiled. He turned his head to see his friends’ mouths open wide.

“That-that’s your mom!?”

“She’s so hot, Holy Sith…”

“Luke…you’ve been holding out on us.”

“If only I was older and a  Jedi, hell, if only I knew your mom, I would’ve banged her,” Derran muttered. He winced when a slap was directed toward his head and later three swift punches were delivered. 

Luke groaned and fumed silently, “guys…that’s my mother you’re talking about, stop looking at her like she’s meat,” he glared. His friends looked away abashedly for a hot second before their eyes were drawn towards the pretty Naboo senator again. 

“See you guys…” he waved uncaringly. 

“H-Hey, Luke, wait-!”

Luke made his way over to his mother, giving her a kiss on the cheek. The woman smiled, ruffling her eldest son’s hair.

“How was school?”

“It was okay, we passed on the Battle of Naboo,” he smirked, nearly identical to his father’s. Padme laughed, making the male students and teachers’ heart beat with such vigor, they knew they would do anything for her.

“That’s my son, you knew that story the minute you were born,” she gave him such a proud look, Luke felt his heart burst with love for his mom. “Where’s your sister?” Padme looked over his shoulder for any sign of the brunette teen.

He shrugged, “not sure, she’ll be out in a minute though, I can feel her Force presence coming closer.” the senator nodded and happily chatted with her son.

“What’s with the crowd?” Hali asked. Leia felt a feeling manifest in her stomach.

“Oh no.”

Making their way towards the front, what seems to be a woman, identical looking to Leia, and Luke were chatting in front of a Nubian aircraft.

“For someone nearing their fifties, she sure hasn’t aged…”

“No wonder Master Skywalker married her–”

“–I wonder if I could ever shoot my shot with–”

“Oh shut up, Bron, she married the Chosen One–”

“I’m jealous.”

“She doesn’t deserve Anakin Skywalker–”

“No wonder the Skywalker twins are so good-looking, with parents like that–!”

Gia shifted towards Leia, “I’m kinda jealous, your mom is so beautiful.” 

The brunette nodded, “she is, Dad calls her his light in the galaxy.” She would never dare say the sacred nickname her father calls her mother, only family members know it and she would like to keep it that way.

Jora, Gia, and Hali sighed in wistfulness.

“So romantic.” 

“Man, your dad is the Chosen One, a Jedi Master, an excellent pilot and is hot, your mom was a queen, she’s a senator, she’s super nice, and extremely beautiful, you guys are so lucky! You look so much like them, I’m jealous,” a human female student exclaimed, she turned to her boyfriend who raised his eyebrows at her.

Leia gaped, groaning out,“I gotta go, Luke is calling my name.”

Jora looked confused.

“How–” started Hali.

Leia tapped her temple, “Force powers remember?”

She turned around, not bothering to see them make the connection. 

“Hi, Mom, hi, Lukie.”

Padme smiled brightly and hugged her daughter, “I should find the time to do this again, I’ve missed you all terribly.”

Leia giggled. 

Padme, slightly shocked at the sight of the large crowd, she waved and gave them a demure smile.

She led her twins to the speeder where Captain Typho bowed and shut the door after they got situated. 

~~~~~~~

The eldest set of the Skywalker twins sat in Luke’s room, discussing plans.

“It’s impossible, how can they find both Dad and Mom hot?” Luke groaned and plopped himself on his bed.

“Unfortunately, Dad was right, that smug look of his when we came home too,” Leia crushed silently. Her face was scrunched as she started to think.

“You look like Mom, you know that, Lei?” 

She broke her concentration and smiled bashfully, “thanks, Lukie, hopefully I can be just as great as her one day.”

“You will, don’t worry.” Luke grinned, picking up a comic from the floor.

“Anyway, I still don’t have an idea…” Leia huffed out. 

Luke snapped his fingers and exclaimed, “ah-ha!”

Startled, Leia looked at him, “well? What is it?”

“Uncle Obi-wan, no one will think the old man is hot!” A grin broke out on Leia’s face.

“You’re a genius! That’s perfect, we’ll be at the temple tomorrow and we can ask him then.”

Identical smirks and heads nodding in unison was the only thing that worried Padme when she walked by her eldest son’s room.

“Oh dear, let’s hope nothing bad will happen.”

~~~~~~~

At the Temple, Anakin was strolling along the hallways with Obi-wan, chatting leisurely. 

“Master…what’s with everyone’s robes today? All the male species are wearing…pink,” he drawled out. Obi-wan sighed, stroking his beard.

“I have a hunch they aren’t following a fashion trend,” he said, looking pointedly at his former padawan.

A human female Jedi Knight walked by, her hair color different shades of yellow and green. She grumbled incoherently and gave a small bow to the two Jedi Masters, but she gave Master Skywalker a small glare and returned to her destination.

Anakin sputtered, “what was that about? I didn’t even color her hair!”

“Always two there are, a master and an apprentice, follow the rules, you do not, young Skywalker,” Yoda suddenly appeared, dressed in pink robes, his hair had blue and pink glitter. His glimmer stick softly hitting the ground as he walked by with Mace Windu dressed in the same pink robes, drinking tea.

“When has Master Skywalker ever followed the rules, Master Yoda?” Mace nodded at the duo and followed Yoda into another hallway.

“I’m nearing my forties, I’m a Jedi Master, and I have kids who take the title young Skywalker, and he still insists on calling me that!” Anakin slumped against the wall, running his hands through his hair.

His former master chuckled, “you are the youngest member on the council, even now, and besides, he is approaching his 900th birthday.”

Anakin snorted, “Right, Obi-wan, of course. Do you know who dyed the robes?”

Obi-wan glared at Anakin, “your offspring did this, why do you think Master Yoda said what he said?”

“Yeah, but what’s with the Rule of Two though?”

“You taught all six of your kids to terrorize the Jedi Temple,” he deadpanned, “we probably should’ve stopped you reproducing after Luke and Leia were born, now we don’t even know who has pranked us this time.”

Giggles floated down the hallway, the duo turned their heads to see Shiraya running away from a mob of Jedi Knights and Padawans. Voices were clashing and mixing together that not a thing could be heard, but they knew this time, Shiraya started the prank.

“One at a time, my fellow Jedi! I still have to continue my prank!” Shouts of objection rose louder, causing her to laugh. Shiraya jumped on a ledge, causing everyone to stop and stare. She turned around, noticing her father and uncle, giving everyone a semi-salute mimicking her dad, she fell backwards. The Jedi clamored to the ledge, but to their surprise, they couldn’t find her.

“Wh-where–”

“She needs no DNA test to prove she’s Master Skywalker’s offspring.”

“This Temple will be terrorized by the Skywalkers, just you wait.”

Obi-wan raised his eyebrow at Anakin who looked proud. The crowd dispersed, leaving the two alone once again.

“That’s my daughter, I can only compliment and approve of her action,” Anakin nodded, Obi-wan groaned.

“Uncle Obi!”

Said man turned to see his padawan with his sister.

“Hello there,”

“General Kenobi,” the twins bowed. Anakin snickered silently behind Obi-wan who had an exasperated look on his face.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

The twins nodded, Leia speaking first, “can you pick us up from school four days from now? Please.” Luke smiled brightly in agreement.

The auburn man gave Anakin an incredulous look to which he received a shrug in return.

“I would be happy to, but what brought this on?”

The twins shared a look, “we would like for you to pick us up, cause you’re family,Uncle Obi-wan,” they gave a very convincing smile causing Obi-wan to nod his head.

“Very well, if that’s alright with you of course, Anakin ?”

“Take the Troublemakers, you need more excitement, Master.”

“Anakin, you’ve given me more than enough gray hairs, I don’t need anymore from your offspring–”

Leia and Luke quietly drifted away from the famous Skywalker-Kenobi banter.

“Mission accomplished, sis,” Luke high-fived his sister.

“Finally, it’ll be impossible for anyone to find Uncle Obi hot,” Leia remarked.

Luke let out a laugh, “exactly, it’s impossible.”

~~~~~~~

“...I can’t wait to go on that mission to Hoth! It’ll be so cool,” Luke grabbed his books, shoving them into his bag.

“Literally,” Leia sipped on her Fresca Jamora smoothie, noticing her brother staring at her.

“Haha, funny.”

She gave him a grin, walking with him to the exit. Avoiding students can be a hassle, luckily for her, she was quite nimble on her feet.

“I overheard the masters talking about our Knighthood ascension, we might get knighted at eighteen like Dad.”

Luke’s face lit up, “haha yes! Finally, Jedi Knight here I come.”

“I’m going to start working on my speech towards my campaign for the Queen of Naboo. I believe I might win enough votes, but I can’t rely on my parents' fame to do it.”

“I know nothing about politics, but if you need help, just call my name.”

A look of gratitude made its way onto Leia’s face, the two embraced until Luke pinched her causing the girl to punch him.

“Nerfherder.”

“Laserbrain.”

“No good troublemaker.”

“Goody-two shoes.”

They chuckled and continued to walk out of the school where a large crowd formed.

“Oh kriffing hells,” they cursed in unison.

“First Master Skywalker, then Senator Skywalker, and now Master Kenobi!? This school will become extremely popular,” the principal exclaimed happily.

“I love his beard!”

“Can’t believe he snagged the Duchess of Mandalore–”

“I can’t believe the Duchess snagged him.”

“He’s so much hotter than his holopictures!” One girl could not contain her excitement.

“Masters Skywalker and Kenobi are the two hottest Jedi I’ve ever seen–”

“I can gladly die happily now.”

Many girls were in awe, they’ve witnessed two very good looking Jedi Masters these past few weeks. Meanwhile, the boys were chatting off making small bets about who would win.

“Anakin Skywalker no doubt.”

“–Obi-wan trained him though, surely that must mean he’s powerful enough in the force!”

“Master Skywalker is the literal Chosen One–”

“–I believe it’s Obi-wan–”

The man who caused the disturbances coughed lightly, and scanned quickly for his nephew and niece. 

This must be why the twins asked me to come pick them up, Obi-wan thought wryly, no doubt they experienced this scenario with their parents.

Holocameras were flashing quickly, girls swooned, and boys gawked. Though, there was no reaction quite priceless like the ones the Skywalker twins were sporting in this exact moment.

Impossible!

I thought for sure it would work…

Luke and Leia shared twin looks of defeat, they simultaneously put their heads in their hands. Chests were heaving as they couldn’t help but feel embarrassment and awkwardness as the school population were continuing their admiration.

“Let’s go, Luke.”

Making their way to their uncle, despite the strong feeling they felt, they couldn’t hide the happiness seeing their father’s closest friend here at their school.

“Hello young ones, I see there is a crowd that seems to be growing by the minute,” Obi-wan acknowledged the two. He bowed to the crowd and settled himself in the driver’s seat.

Wincing, the blonde and brunette gave him sympathetic glances as they strapped themselves in their seats. 

“We thought because you were old, we hoped to repel the crowd and stop their admiration,” Leia explained.

“Clearly that didn’t work, seems like Dad lied about you being extremely old, Master,” Luke tsked, already planning on scolding his father for telling them such a lie when the general public thought otherwise.

Obi-wan sighed under his breath, “Skywalkers and their insults…”

They chatted contently as the elder Kenobi carefully, much to the teens’ disappointment, drove the speeder to their home.

~~~~~~~

Feeling quite refreshed, Leia left her damp hair to dry before she styled it. Walking to the veranda, the first thing she noticed were her aunts Satine and Ahsoka and her Uncle Lux.

When did Aunt Satine and Uncle Lux arrive? She wondered.

Ahsoka looked up and smiled at Padme’s nearly identical replica. 

“Lei-Lei, how are you? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, your mother tells me that you’re planning to get into politics.”

Satine demurely sipped on her tea, “I would gladly help you, should you want my advice, though I believe you hardly need it, considering your mother is already an excellent politician.”

Padme smiled slightly under the praise and waved her eldest daughter to the couch, “come sit with me.”

Leia slowly made her way over there, watching her siblings getting into a friendly physical sparring match. Ahsoka and Lux’s children were also there laughing with Jayden and Mimi.

Jinn was sitting on Padme’s left side, causing her to sit on her mother’s right. 

“I was unaware you had arrived,” Leia commented to Satine and Lux.

“I arrived a few days ago,” Satine remarked, smiling softly at the young girl, as if she knew a secret.

Lux answered as well, chuckling quietly, “I came to Coruscant last night, when your aunt Soka invited me here.”

Nodding in understanding, the three adults including Leia engaged in a simple conversation about politics, Jinn tried to keep up as best as he could, but in the end he turned in favor of following his father out the veranda to help him bring in training sabers.

Leia entered the kitchen with Luke where they met Ashoka.

“What’s got your head in the clouds?”

Luke groaned, “These past two weeks–”

“–three weeks, actually,” Leia interrupted, biting a shurra fruit.

“–what she said, everyone at our school found Dad, Mom, and Uncle Obi-wan to be extremely attractive,” he finished off with a look of disgust, to which Ahoska just laughed out loud.

“Oh, really? Well, that’s not surprising, during the Clone Wars, they were on the HoloNet almost everyday, they were the reason why our galaxy is at peace,” she shrugged pushing away a bowl of Nubian star fruits away from her, since they were only tasteful to the people who had Naboo blood running through their veins.

“But they should be more considerate, like, we don’t want to hear everyone constantly talking about how attractive they are,” Leia whined like a young girl, “someone even said how Uncle Obi-wan’s beard was…hot,” at that word, the twins shuddered. The three exited the kitchen and reentered the veranda. 

Luke and Leia slumped in defeat, waving off their father’s concern. Claiming the problem to be out of anyone’s reach unless they knew how to make themselves less attractive, as to which Lux blinked in confusion with his wife promising him that she will explain later.

Satine laughed softly with her husband, patting his hand affectionately.

“Never lose the beard, my darling Obi, never lose it,”

Obi-wan just shook his head, he kissed her cheek and resumed his conversation with his former padawan who gagged along with his spawns he calls offspring. Padme pinched Anakin who rubbed his arm giving her a mock glare.

The two kissed lost in their own passion for a brief moment.

Luke and Leia shook their heads.

No matter what anyone in the galaxy says.

In fact. they refuse to believe it.

After all, who would believe that the Skywalker and Kenobi clans could ever be considered attractive?

Anakin Skywalker, Padme Skywalker, and Obi-wan Kenobi were not hot.

Jayden and Jinn talked with Ahsoka’s son, Corellan, and Obi-wan’s youngest son, Thelis.

Mimi talked with Ahoska’s middle child, Kerria.

Luke and Leia talked with Obi-wan’s eldest son, Zander.

The adults conversed with each other.

All the while, a brunette girl, an auburn haired girl, and a female togruta, decided that today they would become the bestest of friends. Each girl clasped on a necklace that had a single four pointed crystal star.

They would become a trio that the galaxy feared and respected. Just like the galaxy feared their parents during the Clone Wars.

Shiraya Skywalker. 

Saachi Kenobi. 

Scarlett Bonteri.

These names would then become known as the Azul Trio.

They would be known as some of the most powerful Jedi in history.

After all, how could they not be when their parents are Anakin Skywalker, Obi-wan Kenobi, and Ahsoka Tano?

[writingakanatorior101]

Forbidden fruit

Plot: When Vinces little sister takes a gap year fresh out of highschool to spend time with her older brother Nikki's unwelcoming reaction leads to somehting more.

MDNI BELOW THE CUT

This story contains:, choking, dom(nikki), mentions of fucking

"Vince do you think I don't see the news stories about trashing hotel rooms, coke, and hookers. Locking me in the back of an Rv is not gonna stop that."

Vinces chest rises and falls. "Y/n I dont want you around Tommy and Nikki when their having their dumbass conversations. Its like listening to cavemen."

I feel my eyebrows cock. "You know your one of those cavemen right?"

"I came here to spend time with my brother, not to critique his Neanderthal lifestyle."

A smirk comes to his face. "Please don't do anything they do."

I manage to come up off the bed. "So leaving me in the back of the Rv is going to fix that."

"Just listen to me once, you never do y/n"

I click my tounge

"I swear to god mom and dad said that a couple of times about you."

"I remember Tommy and I'd like to meet the others."

In all my life I have never seen Vince that mad until I said that.

"Your going to listen to me on this."

Without another word the doorway was empty and the door to the room was shut from the outside. I had been sitting here waiting to meet them all. This bus is empty the bandmates were gone when I arrived the only who was here was Vince.

I can't fucking believe it I took a leap year for that fake blonde prick just for him to lock me in the back of a rockstar RV.

"So his sisters just tagging along"

"Man I didn't know she was our age."

Men's voices grace my ears, whoever it was, was defiantly outside. Peeping my head up and pulling myself off the bed I strutted my ass to the windows.

I know damn well who's outside, the rest of Motley Crue. The velvet of the curtain felt so rich when I touched it. This defiantly wasn't some cheap camper. No matter how many hookers and how much crank have been in here.

To my surprise their taller in person. Especially Tommy someone needs to feed that man he looks the same weight as he did in high school. Then there was a Mick someone Vince describes as sweet and most likely to be the only one he would let me talk to.

But there stood in the middle of them Nikki fucking Sixx. He resembled this picture of Hades I saw while reading a book. The mother fuckers godly and the most piercing blue eyes god how do any of them get women with a man like that standing around.

He's got that type of height that makes a girl feel safe you know I like a man I can climb.

Tommy turns when Vince comes out the camper doors. "So where is she?"

"Its been forever since I've seen her, and she did use to do my homework for me Vince."

Vince retorts "Thats sad man she was a freshman, and you were a senior and in the same math class."

Mick tilts his chin up "when did you get a sister, we've never heard about her and now she is living with us."

Doc turns to them "Shut up all of you, a young girl is less of handful than any of you could hope to be and here wanting to see her brother means she may be with us for while."

I close the curtains. Do I just have to act like a ghost as long as their all around. At this point seeing Vince might not be worth it.

"So is she in here" Tommys voice cascades from down the hallway and I feel the camper start.

"Sit down, fucktards." Docs voice is very domineering and when he yells, they listen.

Then a voice rattles me one I hadn't heard from outside the window before it was deep and sultry. He didn't use a lot of words when he spoke, everything he said sounded like a summary. I knew it was Nikki.

"So is this sister goanna stop me from living my life are we going to have to change for the whole tour cause this little girl around or something."

"What you can't come fuck groupies now on the table" Vince had a mocking tone "you gotta get a hotel."

I know they think I can't hear them but the wood door is very thin. And honestly Vince has been gone for three years a lot changes in three years. I'm not very innocent like come on I went to a public high school in LA and I'm damn sure not a virgin.

But I'd prefer if my brother didn't know that.

When I got here the look on his face. Like I was a whole different person hell that man spent five minutes sizing me up trying to make sure I was the real y/n his sister.

That I'm the same y/n who told him over the phone that she got a full ride at NYU and the same y/n who used to do Tommys homework and watch MTV every night.

I would like to go out that door and see those men from not behind a glass and I would love to talk to Tommy again.

"You brought a child a Fucking rockstars tour bus and except us to live our lives so she isn't exposed to the way you live."

Nikkis voice spit with poison

Vinces spit back "All I said was you don't have to bring your whores in here weird ass."

They were yelling now and I was giggling. Not because it was funny but because I genuinely didn't know what to do.

"Is she fucking giggling behind that door"

I lift my hand to my mouth. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Theres rapid footsteps approaching the door.

"I will turn this goddamn bus around sit down get, Nikki get the fuck away from that door."

They were to close for comfort on the other side. From what I could hear Doc was right next to Nikki.

From the other side of the door, I hear Doc's remorse "I'm sorry young lady."

"Its ok" is all I could muster up.

Hours passed and the sun went behind the hills I was reading a book not like a could focus at all. This was the nicest camper I had ever seen. I completely opened the curtains and the lights of the other cars illuminated the roads.

It was so peaceful I heard my brother's laughter in the background he is so happy and Im proud of him I am.

Sitting on the bench next to the window. Footsteps were coming down the hall. They were Vinces I know they were so I picked up a book and started "reading".

The oak door opened and I could see his blonde hair in the light. "Hey uh were gonna stop at a gas station and I'm gonna meet Beth and drive her to the hotel."

"Your finace Beth am I going to meet her?"

"You will tomorrow but no promises tonight."

"look at me y/n"

I whip my head around

"Don't leave the room while I'm gone."

"yeah whatever sure vince."

And just like that my freedom was granted. All because Vince wanted to see his fiancé, a woman I have never met.

Peeking out of the curtain I see him exit the RV and I see Beth getting out of a ford truck. She is pretty. She has a small frame and bleaches blonde hair. That real American look which is defiantly Vinces's type.

Looking at me and Vince you can't tell were related anymore I kept our real hair color which is a light brown and went more towards the blonde side.

When they were out of dodge the door was open. I wanted to see some rockstars goddammit. All I was wearing was a short romper that was grey with a blue line that ran down both the sides. My hair was in a bun. Down the narrow hallway the room was vacant the boys had all gotten into different cars all except Nikki. Who was facing the Tv.

"I thought you would be taller and have more muscle."

The rv was moving now and there was a wall separating us and the driver.

"I knew I heard the door open I just thought it was Vince. But no its his little sister dressed like whore."

Now that comment hurt but not as much as that lamp I threw.

A glass lamp sat next to me it was beautiful probably one of those thousand dollar ones. Well now it was in a thousand pieces on the floor and I barley missed Nikkis head.

"Piss off" My voices bounces off the room walls.

"You crazy bitch."

"I know you're not talking, all the blow you fucking do and you wanna call me crazy."

I hadn't even noticed it but between the lamp throwing and insults me and Nikki had moved closer to each other.

All he was wearing was some jeans and sleeveless tee that said Black Sabbath. He just toured with Ozzy after all.

"All your wearing is a fucking romper."

"What are you a middle school boy who just saw his first pair of tits, its romper not lingerie."

"Your not exactly shapeless."

It was at this point I lost my morals

"Oh you like it, we call that sexual frustration and you can handle that with your hand."

Until this point the man didn't really have an expression on his face. Yeah sure he was vocal but he was still. That comment left a mark on him though. He was dumbfounded he looked complexed if anything. Then a shit eating grin had took his face and I knew I lost the argument.

"I bet you like it hurt."

"You like to cry during it don't you."

I didn't know what took over me but who does this man think he is. He can be free and loose with his words and Im gonna be free and loose with my hands.

"Actually you don't know the half of it, I like to fuck like hate people I don't mind hitting, spanking I love choking why do I need air."

When I moved closer to him he stiffened his body and cocked his head.

"And to think I called you a little girl"

Nikkis hands are cold, but they can hold me throat easily so easily. The wall of the rv was made out of wood so it didn't hurt that bad being pushed against it.

His breath was in my ear and suddenly every part of me was warm. He seems so tall like this and his eyes have never been so pretty.

I start to giggle, is this real. It feels like lucid acid dream or like I won the lottery that caters to really fucked up girls.

"Why are you laughing, you always laugh" His hands are on my throat still and he slammed he into the wall again with more force than the first time. I had enough courage to warp my legs around him and put my full weight on him.

For a moment that felt like a lifetime he just sat there looking at me. Trying to decide what to do. He could barley meet me eyes with his. But the hunger in them couldn't hide nor could I hide the moisture between my hips.

In my life I had never felt a man so prominent. Fuck this fucker might sell out shows every time if he only wore grey sweatpants. The girth could probably keep you from walking for weeks alone but the length is causing him to almost touch my stomach piercing.

Any dignity I had turned into liquid between my thighs despite his grip I threw my weight to wear I hanging on him with my arms and my legs and moving myself up and down.

His head was back and he was riding it out with me. Nikki was using every iota of his being to not let this cross the line.

"To bad you'll never have this baby"

My high died and he was off me so fast like a bat out of hell. The erection had a clear outline in his jeans and I could see precum stains where his tips is. I could also feel it on my inner thigh.

I was painting breathing for air I could feel my shoulders rising and falling.

"You fucking let down Nikki"

!!!Let me know if you guys want a full fic!!!!

[frazzledsoul]

So season 5 of Gilmore Girls was my favorite season for a long, long time. It's the Luke/Lorelai season of dreams (or so it seemed) and there are many great moments. Also, Rory finally moves on from her high school boyfriends and does something more interesting at Yale other than go on bad dates and whine about her study tree.

However, the entire season is chock full of completely fabricated drama.

ASP did not want Luke and Lorelai together. Christopher was her favorite. She LOVVVVED Christopher, and sought every opportunity to pull him into the story because she thought his love story with Lorelai was so compelling. I have not watched Mrs. Maisel, but I have heard that she pretty much plays the same card with Midge and Joel, arguing that he's the true (romantic) love of Midge's life even though her life is centered on other things. ASP would give interviews around season 2 where she flat out stated she brought Jess in to be an obstacle between Luke and Lorelai, but would go on and in about how Lorelai and Christopher were so compelling and how great it would be if he got his shit together and blah blah blah. She wanted Milo to stay for longer, but he declined: once he was gone and Rory and Jess's constant presence was no longer an issue to Luke/Lorelai, she married Luke off and brought in an upper-class love interest for Lorelai while she wrote the most mind-numbingly boring insurance industry storylines featuring him.

During season four, the ratings dipped. The audience did not appreciate Luke/Lorelai being delayed again, they didn't like single Rory, they missed the boyfriend drama. Supposedly the show was in danger of being canceled, so ASP got rid of Jason and hooked Luke/Lorelai up to save the show. For her part, ASP said that she only agreed to get Luke/Lorelai together so David Sutcliffe (who was on another show during S4) could show up and Christopher could cause trouble to make things interesting. Max and Alex and Jason didn't need Christopher around for ASP to write their storylines, but he was absolutely necessary for her to write Luke/Lorelai because she just can't handle it unless he provides an obstacle. Okkkkkkaaaaay.

Also, Rory is now a bad girl who sleeps with married men and has casual sex with the rich campus Lothario who has family connections to the industry she wants to join. Look, I get it. She was boring. Milo and Jared wanted to move on. No one wants more storylines about urine mints, after all.

In season 5, Emily and Richard (especially Emily) suddenly becomes super interested in Lorelai's life. The grandparents until then had appeared to disapprove of Lorelai's career choice and had to be begged to attend the opening of the Dragonfly. They both openly seem to think that she wasted her potential and that this isn't a satisfactory way of earning a living. (It's not clear why they think journalism, an industry that doesn't pay well and isn't really a practical choice to support oneself to support oneself is so much better, but whatever). Suddenly Emily is super invested in Lorelai's life now that she owns an inn and Luke isn't good enough. She also appears to personally disapprove of Luke because he lives a working class lifestyle and is divorced (so is Christopher, but again....whatever, I guess) and it makes no sense that she cares. Suddenly it's become imperative that her choice in men are people that her parents find acceptable when in the past they didn't care. Lorelai's choice in men is just one of the ways in which Lorelai rejected them, and they don't seem to mind. Jason was in their social class and I suspect Max was closer to it than Luke was, but that didn't make Emily like them any better. But now it's a huge, huge problem and drives the storyline of the entire season.

We also have Christopher's re-emergence, and suddenly it becomes very, very important to Lorelai to fix his life and comfort him. She went the last two seasons content to stay out of his life and staying out of whatever relationship Rory might have with him (which is nonexistent, because unless it might involve sex with Lorelai, he can't be bothered) but now she has to drop everything to help him with his parenting woes, she has to check in on him to see how he's doing, his dad died so she decides to show up with tequila and spend all night "comforting" him even though she already has a boyfriend and this is not anything close to appropriate (and of course lie about it until she has to confess what happened before Christopher does).

I accepted all of this as temporary drama at the time period. In retrospect, her behavior is pretty disturbing, and makes it clear that she doesn't have appropriate boundaries with Christopher, that she will clearly view him as her first priority and drop everything else in her life to make him feel better, and is not going to be someone who can be trusted in a monogamous relationship unless she sets boundaries with him. Lorelai's behavior in the second half of season six bears this theory out.

The show doesn't take that view. Luke and Lorelai's breakup is all a result of Emily's meddling, not Lorelai having an inappropriate relationship with her ex in the first place, and the entire Luke/Lorelai storyline is just a vehicle to get them to fight again. I also don't like that Luke becomes a complete disaster during the break-up, when he seemed to function just fine after their rift in S2 and after their break-up in S6 even seems to...flourish, improving as a dad and a support system to other people (I think some shippers hate S7 for this reason, because he didn't let it destroy him). In S5, so much of his existence is as a vehicle to Lorelai's plot and this stupid Emily/Lorelai conflict that ASP wanted to write, either because she didn't really want to write the ship or wanted to make it clear who the main character was. It seems that before and after this time period Luke was able to exist more as an independent character, with things that mattered to him besides Lorelai, even if those plots were not great (hi, April).

(And I get that Milo couldn't appear, but if he had and we had gotten more if an update on Jess I think it would have done a lot for making Luke be someone other than a plot device).

So Luke and Lorelai get back together and the grandparents forget they ever opposed the idea. The last third of the season is focused on Rory's drama and whether Luke and Lorelai want to get married and have babies (that whole thing with Lorelai wanting to travel the world instead of settling down is hackneyed drama and makes no sense...she never really had shown a deep desire for wanting to make that her life and she just opened her dream business a year ago). The grandparents don't bat an eye at Luke and Lorelai getting engaged, they don't care that Luke has an illegitimate child that dropped out of the sky, they want to support them and buy them a house. When Lorelai married Christopher, Emily buys them an ugly painting and wants to throw a real reception, but she also confronts Lorelai, tells her that Christopher is basically a loser but she picked him so it's her funeral, and urges her to take the marriage seriously.

The grandparents only care about disapproving of Luke during this ONE SEASON. Before and afterwards, they shrug it off. In AYITL, Emily spends the entire series chiding Lorelai for being a commitmentphobe. It was all fabricated drama in the first place.

All of this does not mean I don't ship Luke/Lorelai and enjoy them during their better moments, because I do. But so much of S5 relies on a plot structure that makes no sense, so it is definitely not my favorite anymore.

[galactickle]

Literal Monster

Yasper Lennov x reader

Summary: you and yasper have been mutually pining after one another since high school, how will the reunion affect that?

Masterlist

-2006-

You and Zoë walked up to the school, you tug at the strap of your backpack as it slides down your arm. 

“Zoë!!!” The Jennifers call from a table by the entrance of the school.

You scoff. “I still can't believe you hang out with them.”

“Y/N, c’mon, they're…”

“Popular?”

“No,” Zoë denies.

“Bitches?”

“Y/N!” Zoë hushes as you near the two girls dressed in clothes that probably cost more than your car.

“Whatever,” you say.

“There you are!” Jennifer 1 stands to grab Zoës hand and pull her towards them. 

“See you later,” you grumble, walking away.

Zoë watches you as you walk away, wishing she could combine her two worlds in some way.

You spot Aniq and Yasper up ahead, and pick up your pace to catch them, “Hey guys,” you say as you fall into step with them. 

“Hey Y/N-” Yasper is cut off by the sound of loud rap music.

You spot Eugene's red sports car, and Eugene spots you, “I’ll uh see you later,” you quickly say, turning on your heel and rushing off to your locker.

“Every time!” Yasper curses, glaring at Eugene after he watches you enter the school.

“Dude,” Aniq complains, “why does his license plate say Xavier?”

“It's his middle name and he thinks it's cooler than Eugene,” Yasper explains quickly before Eugene could get to them.

“Was that Y/N?” Eugene stumbles as he reaches the two. 

“Yeah,” Yasper states bitterly, turning toward the school.

“Cool, uh, d-did you guys see the car?”

“Yeahhh!” the two pretend to be excited.

In chemistry, you sit near the front of the class, Zoë usually sits next to you, but the closer it gets to the end of the school year, the more she slacks off. You don't have that luxury, you're not rich or talented, so the only thing that got you into college was your grades. 

You were filling in the handout that the teacher had given, when Zoë slid back into the seat beside you. “So,” she started casually, you turn your head ever so slightly to look at her out the side of your eye, “You heard about Brett's party right?” You sigh. Of course you had, but you were hoping for once Zoë wouldn't drag you there.

“Yes,” you state dryly, returning to your paper, which Zoë is quick to rip from your hands. “Hey,” you scold. 

Zoë goes to give it back, leaning in before pulling the paper just out of your reach, “I heard Aniqs going,” there's a twinkle in her eyes. 

“Okay and?” you deflate a little. 

“If Aniqs going then you know who else is going… right?” 

You knew what she meant instantly but pretended not to care, “So?”

“So, that means you're coming too.” You go to grab the paper from her but she pulls it away once more, “Uh uh.”

You risk a glance to the back of the room where you see Aniq and Yasper talking excitedly, pushing back a smile, “Fine.”

The party was crowded, as you had expected, everyone loved Bretts parties. 

“Welcome to my party!” a very nervous guy greeted you as you stepped through the threshold. You recognize him as Walter, a guy from your chemistry class. You smile at him. “There's u-uh drinks in the kitchen!”

“Thanks Walter,” you say over the music as Zoë drags you further into the party.

You look around the party, some faces we're familiar, others completely foreign. Zoë pinches your arm, you look back to see Yasper standing outside, drinking by himself. “I-I need a drink,” you rush off, leaving Zoë standing there by herself. 

You find the kitchen fairly easily and pour yourself a drink. You house it, then pour yourself another one, then another one, “Woah, slow down there,” you nearly jump out of your skin. 

“Yasper,” you smile at him. 

“How’ve you been?” He leans casually against the wall. 

“Good,” you nod. 

“Good. You don't usually come to these things, huh? What brings you here tonight?” you flush a little at the way he grins down at you.

“Zoë dragged me here,” you roll your eyes, trying your best to seem annoyed. 

“It's not all bad though, is it?”

“No-”

Before you could really form an answer, a group of boys burst into the house announcing, “New keg’s here!”

“C'mon,” you grab Yasper's hand, dragging him to the backyard, “We can watch people embarrass themselves doing a keg stand.” 

When you entered the backyard, the keg was already tapped and someone was already upside down. 

“...2…3…4!” people chanted, you and Yasper joining in. Though Yasper disappeared briefly after and when you spotted him you saw that he was talking to a newly blonde Eugene. So you decided to dip inside. 

Inside you headed back to the kitchen and found Chelsea. 

“Hey,” she smiled at you, her hands rubbing her arms nervously.

“Hey,” you grab some unlabeled  juice mixture and pour it into a cup, “It was really cool of you to break up with Ned, way to stick up for yourself,” you offer, eyeing her anxious form.

Chelsea visibly relaxes, “You think?”

“I know, and don’t listen to the Jennifers, they’re…”

“Bitches?”

“Exactly!” the two of you share a good laugh.

“Thank Y/N…”

“Yeah, no problem,” you spot a mop of curly brown hair pass through the living room, “I’ll-uh, see you later.” You shoot her a smile before pushing your way through the crowd to the living room. 

Yasper spins in a circle, looking lost, but a wide smile takes over his expression when he spots you. “There you are!” he rubs the back of his neck, “Sorry, I had to deal with something…”

“All good,” you smile up at him. “Do you uh, want a drink?” you point behind you to the kitchen, Yasper's eyes flick there and shakes his head ‘no’. You turn slightly to see that Eugene has taken your spot with Chelsea. 

“How about we go find somewhere to sit outside?” he offers instead.

“Okay,” you let him lead you out to the back porch, where you find a bench to sit on.  “So how’s the band?” you ask, turning to face him.

“Oh… yeah… that’s the… thing I had to deal with,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, me and Eugene split up.”

“Well, are you gonna go solo?”

“Obviously!”

“Good,” you smile up at him. His eyes flick to your lips, then yours to his. You lean forward slowly, and his body mirrors yours. Then you feel water splash up your leg as someone’s drink is spilled at your feet. 

“Sorry, sorry- sorry,” you hear Aniq as you close your eyes in frustration. When you open them, Yasper is standing having a quiet argument with Aniq. You stand to join them, “Y/N! H-hi! H-how are you? I’m so sorry about the the drink!” Aniq greets. 

You eye him wearily, “It’s cool,” You turn to face Yasper, “I think I’m gonna-”

“Aniq,” you hear from behind you.

“Stay away from me Eugene,” Aniq states seriously.

“It’s Xavier, and hey, I’m not sure if you noticed but Bretts eating your girl's face in there. Yeah, I guess if you hadn’t slipped and fallen in the pool, that would be you right now,” he winked at you, “Y/N,” before patting Aniq’s shoulder and leaving. 

“Eugene,” Yasper scolds, “Don’t listen to him man. You okay?” he asks Aniq. Aniq stares at the window, where you can clearly see Zoë and Brett making out on the couch. He turns and looks around, spotting a baseball bat, and walking over to grab it, “Aniq,” Yasper states more firmly. But he had already grabbed the bat and was now walking through the house to the front door. You grab Yasper’s hand, pulling him along to follow Aniq. When you reach the front, Aniq is at Eugene’s car, “Aniq, what are you doing? Buddy?” Yasper steps forward. Aniq raises the bat, “Aniq! Buddy! Don’t!” Smack, Aniq hits the hood of the car, then again, then he goes for the windshield, you reach out for Yasper once again as everyone winces. 

Aniq continues battering the car until Eugene steps into the front yard, finally seeing what everyone is looking at, “WHAT THE FUUUCK!” He hops on Aniq’s back, ripping the bat from his hands. 

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” people chant, and you would've joined in if you weren't so worried that Yasper was going to jump in there and try to stop them. The two bots circle each other throwing punches and kicks that widely miss their mark. 

“Just fight already!” someone complains from the audience, “Hit him!” someone else throws out.

Aniq begins to spin in a circle, arms spread wide, “Hey that's my move!” Eugene protests, doing the same motion and Aniq. 

“What are you doing? Stop Sound-of-Music-ing!” Yasper complains. 

Aniq grabs Eugene's leg as he goes for a kick, and they topple over, Eugene tackling Aniq.

“Guys stop! We’re friends! Everybody's friends!” Yasper goes to step forward but you pull him back as you catch sight of flashing of red and blue lights down the street. The cops sound their siren, and everyone scatters, you try to pull Yasper with you, but he stays firmly planted by the side of the house, watching as Aniq gets arrested.

-2020-

You walked down the stairs, your face glued to your phone as you crafted an email as you turned down one of the halls. 

“Oh, Y/N, the AV guy is here,” the housekeeper stopped you. 

“Oh awesome, where is he?” the housekeeper points to the home recording studio. “Thank you Juliet.” You turn on your heel to head down that hall instead. 

“Hi t-” you stop short at the sight, “Yasper?” your pleasant smile turns into a wide grin as he turns to face you. 

“Y/N?” he rushes to wipe off his hands, putting down his screwdriver. 

You pull him into a tight hug before he can say much else. Pulling away slightly, you look into his eyes, “How have you been?” 

You relish in the feeling of his thumbs tracing your hip bones while he answers, “Good, you? Wait, what are you doing here?” he pulls away slightly more. 

You then realize he might have a girlfriend or be married, you step back, watching his hands fall at his sides, not married, you note. “Oh,” you point up towards Xaviers room where you had just left him, “Here? Yeah Xavier asked me to come work for him a couple years ago, I declined but then he offered me waay too much money to turn down.” Yasper nods solemnly, “But weee,” you grab his hands, “should totally meet up sometime to catch up!” 

He smiles down at your hands then up at you, “Yeah, we should.”

You pull away one of your hands slightly, making a grabbing motion. Yasper tilts his head in confusion, “Phone?” you ask.

“Oh!” he digs in his pocket, retrieving his phone and opening up his contacts. You enter your information, handing it back to him. “Cool.”

“Cool,” you agree, stepping back towards the door, “I’ll uh see you later then.”

“Yeah, see you then,” he grins at you.

-Xavier-

Y/N walked down the hall, a wide smile on her face. “Heheh” she giggled down at her phone, typing away.

“Whatcha doin?” Xavier asks, sidling up next to her. 

“Nothing, you’re still going to that GQ thing Saturday night, right?”

“Yeah, why? You wanna come?” he leans on the wall in front of her.

“Oh, god no, The Weeknd’s manager just texted me, guess he wants to talk to you,” Y/N shrugs, walking around him. 

The next day Xavier and you sat in the newly revamped recording studio. “Hey Y/N, check out this beat,” Xavier clicks one of the many buttons on the soundboard, nodding his head along to the music.

Y/N looks up from her spot on the couch, nodding along as well, “Not bad.”

“Xavier we need to focus,” his producer pipes up from beside him. 

“Yeah,” he waves a dismissive hand, “Whatever.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as Y/N answers her phone, “Hello? Oh Yasper! Hi,” she rushed out of the room. Xavier was green with envy. He had tried so hard these past 5 years to get you to like him, and Yasper makes one lousy phone call? 

“Hey, just so you know I won't be around tomorrow night,” Y/N says as she steps back into the room, her thumbs nimbly typing away on her phone. 

Xavier panicked, he had to think quick, “Whaaat? Tomorrow? I just planned a meeting with the Weeknd in Toronto,” he pouts.

“What?” her head snaps up from her phone. 

“Well, yeah, when you mentioned they wanted to talk, I gave Abel a call and we set up a dinner, so I kind of need you there.” He shrugs at her. 

“Shit, fine, okay, I-I’ll be there,” Y/N leaves the room. 

“Yes!” Xavier pumps his fist, but his celebration is short lived as he realizes he, in fact, does not have a dinner planned in Toronto with The Weeknd. “I gotta go, we’ll continue this later,” he rushes out of the studio, past you and up to his room. 

On Sunday morning, Xavier takes Y/N out for brunch, under the guise of “celebrating the collab with The Weeknd”. The two order drinks, then Y/N excuses herself to the bathroom. Xavier busied himself with the menu, analyzing each option despite knowing what he was going to get. The table begins to vibrate, and Xavier looks up to see Y/N’s phone ringing, thinking it could be about him, he picks up the phone. Yasper, the screen reads in big white letters, Xavier sees red for a moment, swiping the accept button, “Hello?” Yasper asks on the other line. Silence, “Y/N? You there?” Xavier hangs up abruptly as an idea comes to his mind. He unlocks your phone, opening up your call history, clicking on Yasper’s name, he finds what he's looking for in bright red letters, Block this caller. He clicks it, then spots your form weaving through the tables across the restaurant, he swipes left to delete Yaspers call, then places your phone back quickly.

-2021-

Xavier insisted that you fly into the reunion with him, “It will show them how cool you are!”

“I’m not cool,” you protest.

“Yes you are, always have been, always will be,” he grins at you. 

“Fine,” you give in and let him pull you to the helicopter sat outside his mansion. 

When you reached the reunion, there was a crowd gathered around the helicopter, and Xavier was quick to grab you hand and drag you out with him. He grasped onto you tightly but you wiggled free when you spotted a familiar group of people. “I see Zoë! See you later!” you say loud enough for him to hear over the chatting. 

You walked toward the group quickly, pushing your way through the crowd of people. Zoë spotted you instantly, expecting that you would arrive with Xavier. 

“Y/N!” she rushes forward, crushing you in a hug.

“Hey Zoë,” you pull away, “Aniq!” you pull the guy into a hug as well, he makes a few surprised noises. Your eyes meet Yasper’s for a fleeting moment, “Yasper,” you start. He looks down at you, you reach out for his arm, “Can we- ?” you pull him away from the two lovebirds. “Listen, I’m sorry I had to cancel on you, and I really didn't want to, believe me, and I’m sorry if I put out the wrong vibe, but I did really want to see you again,” you pour your heart out. 

“Then why didn't you answer my calls?”

“What calls?”

“And all my texts never delivered,” he pulls out his phone to show you. 

“That son of a bitch.”

“I beg your pardon?” Yasper asks.

“Nothing, I-I didn't know you were calling or texting me, look,” you pull up your list of blocked numbers on your phone, “Somehow you got blocked…” your eyes wander to where Xavier basqued the glory of his high school comrades.

Yasper followed you gaze, pushing down his anger, he rubs your back soothingly, “Well, we're here now, do you wanna grab a drink?”

“I would love to,” you smile up at him. 

Except the two of you took your time getting in the school, stopping and laughing at the yearbook photos and making jokes about your high school times. By the time you made it inside, mostly everyone else was already in the gym. 

Before you could even cross the gym to the bar, you heard your name being yelled. You close your eyes tightly and wish it wasn’t happening.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Xavier tries again. 

Opening your eyes you look up to see Yasper turning to look around, “Wait! Don't!” you stop him, “Maybe we can pretend we don't hear him.”

Yasper smiles down at you again. “Y/N!” you make the mistake of looking forward again, right into the den of the lion. “I saved you a seat!” Xavier calls, pointing to the seat next to him. 

You give Yasper an apologetic look, “I’ll find you later, okay?” 

“Yeah, okay,” he says quietly. 

“Xavier!” Yasper walks up nervously, he shoots you a quick grin before turning back to the blonde, “Oh my god I didn't know you were gonna be here!”

Xavier looks around, “Yeah, I’m just tryna lay low tonight, just kinda blend in, you know?”

“Yeah but you came in on a helicopter right?” Yasper sasses. 

“Yeah, right,” Xavier concedes. You eye the two suspiciously. 

“You know what, we gotta catch up, what do you say we meet by the bar? I’ll buy you a drink.”

“Yeah,” Xavier looks at you, “I could use another drink, you want one?”

“No thank you,” you smile. 

“Okay, BRB,” you wave as he stands to join Yasper at the bar. 

As they talk, you seize your opportunity to slip away from Xavier, and leave the gym. You walk outside to catch your breath and spot Chelsea marking up someone's car. “Woah Chelsea! Woah woah woah!” you run up to stop her. You see in her hands is lipstick, “Dude you ruined your lipstick,” you frown at her.

“Shit,” she looks down at it mesmerized. 

“We should get you home,” you lead her away from the car a little. 

“Woah! What’s going on here?” Yasper walks up to the two of you. 

“I think Chelsea marked up this car thinking it was Xaviers,” you offer.

“Whaat? This is my car!” Yasper exclaims, “But it's cool, it's cool, it's just- is that lipstick?”

“Okay well can you drive Chelsea home?”

“Noo, I have to go to the afterparty,” Chelsea slurs. 

You raise your eyebrow, looking to Yasper, you have a silent conversation, “Okay yeah, get in,” Yasper gestures to the car. You help Chelsea in the backseat and then climb in the front with Yasper, “What are you doing?”

You look around, confused, “Uh, going to the afterparty?”

“Oh, I thought you would wait for Xavier,” he says nervously. 

“No way, screw him,” you buckle your seat belt, turning to make sure Chelsea was buckled in too. 

At the afterparty you and Chelsea focus on sobering up a very intoxicated Aniq, who you had picked up in the parking lot after Yasper had hit him with his car. Yasper had wandered off somewhere, too enraptured with his phone. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Xavier, he nods towards the hallway, gesturing for you to follow him. You do, despite knowing this might not end well. 

“Hey,” Xavier starts when you step into the hallway. 

“Hey,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“Listen, I just wanted to tell you that Yasper is bad news.”

“What?” you question.

“Yeah he’s like, a total loser, and has some boring tech job.”

“Okay, and?”

“And? And if I see you with him again tonight, I’m- you’re- you're fired!” he stammers. 

“You can't do that,” you state firmly. 

“Oh yeah? Watch me,” he storms off back to the party. Yasper moves from his spot near the hallway, where he was invisible to you, yet heard the whole conversation. You sigh, returning to the party, beelining it to the bar, and shooting back more alcohol than you should've. 

“There you are,” you lean on the door frame by the stairs. 

Yasper looks at you as he watches Aniq climb the stairs, ”Hey.”

“Hey,” you step forward, as seductively as possible, even though your vision was a little blurry.

“Hey, I heard you and Xavier talking earlier-”

“SHhhh,” you drunkenly quiet him, placing a finger on his lips, before leaning down and replacing it with your own. 

“Y/N-” Yasper protests. 

“Shh,” you whisper, tugging on his jacket to pull him into the hallway, away from everyone else. You capture his mouth with yours again. Yasper gives in, snaking his hands around your waist and kissing you harder. 

A scream from somewhere else in the house breaks you out of your embrace. You look worriedly in his big brown eyes. Getting up, you grab his hand, pulling him into the main room, where you spot everyone gathered on the balcony. You rush over, Yasper hot on your heels. When you glance over the side you spot a body, lying lifeless on the rocks below. The fabric of a purple suit catches your eye and you gasp, turning away, right into Yasper’s chest. He engulfs you in his arms, leading you away from the balcony. 

-Danner-

“So what you're telling me, is you had a prime motive to kill Xavier?” Danner asks you when you finish telling your side of the story. You look at her, confused. “He was gonna fire yo ass!” she exclaimed.

“Ohhh,” you shake your head, “He was bluffing, I’ve known Xavier for a long time, he wouldn’t actually do that.”

Danner raises an eyebrow at you “Mhm,” she says as she writes something on her notepad.

“Plus, won’t I get more money from him firing me than from me killing him? I mean- fraternizing with your boss's ex-best friend isn’t really a fireable action.”

Danner considers this, “But if he liked you so much, and he has such a bad relationship with his dad, you might just be in the will.”

You shrug, “I’d have no idea.”

“Mhm,” she continued writing notes, “You may go.”

“Um, thanks,” you get up and exit the room. 

You don’t even notice Danner following you into the main room where everyone is gathered. 

“Listen up, everyone!” she calls from behind you, making you jump from surprise. “Good news, everyone. No more waiting. I know who the killer is.” 

Yasper looks at you worriedly, and you take a seat next to Chelsea, looking down at your hands.

“So, you all have been talking all night long. Now, it’s my turn to talk,” Danner starts. She moves on Chelsea first, you grab her hand comfortingly. 

“But I didn’t do it,” Chelsea pleads after Danner’s accusation of her.

“I know sweetie,” Danner pats her on the back softly. This shocks you, what kind of game is Danner playing at? 

She continues, accusing Walt, then Brett. Aniq butts in, saving Brett from being arrested, claiming he saw him in the driveway. Danner agrees, saying it wasn’t Brett, nor was it Aniq, since he just stepped forward. 

“Okay, then who was it?” Zoë asks impatiently. 

“The person who was most upset with how their life turned out, the one who told the most cartoonish and fake story,” Danner looks at Zoë expectantly. Before turning.

“Oh.. oh no,” Aniq mumbles, as he moves with her to look at none other than Yasper. 

“Me? What?” he laughs. 

“Yeah, you’re the only one who could have been hiding in the closet. And you distracted everyone with your video so they wouldn’t hear Xavier scream when you killed him.” She steps forward. It was Chelsea’s turn to take your hand and squeeze it tight.

“This is gonna be fun, so it’s my turn now?” he jokes, which makes you tense. “Okay, explain how it’s me? Everyone was a witness, when that video came on? I was down here with Aniq.”

Danner agrees, “You right, everyone was a witness,” then explains the major hole in his story, “all of them said you came in from the balcony, except for you.”

You freeze, as Danner continues, picking apart his story, how it started when he came in to install the AV stuff. How saw you working for him. How he came across one of Xavier’s songs that used his line. The fight with Xavier at the bar. “There was only one way for you to get what you felt like you deserve, and that was to kill him.”

“Kill him?” Yasper asks.

“Yeah, kill him, steal the song, steal his girl,” she points to you, which makes Yasper uncross his arms, “then you say he gave you the song, then release it as a duet, with you and Xavier as your Tupac.” 

“I mean, this is an incredible, fanciful imaginary story. I’m actually impressed, but it’s totally false. It’s all made up.” 

Danner continues to tear apart his story, his fake recording studio alibi from earlier in the night, how Maggie had turned the sound up stupidly loud, the selfie, Brett walking in. 

“You’re making up everything! Aniq! Y/N! Now’s the time where you stand up for me!” Danner continues, her story persistent, yet fully thought through. “You really think that I did this? I was Xavier’s friend, he was coming up. We were gonna record a song together, I have text messages, remember?” he almost pleads, causing you and Chelsea to look at each other. “He texted me, look at this. Show everybody.”

“You know what? Y/N actually helped me crack this one.” you raise your eyebrows, looking on with wide eyes. “Y/N told me that her and Xavier don’t use passwords on their phones, that’s how Xavier blocked your number from her phone.” Some quiet ooh’s sound through the room.  

Danner proceeds with her accusation, talking about how Yasper had texted himself from Xavier’s phone, then jumped down from the balcony. But Aniq had wanted to confront Xavier, so he tried to stop him. 

“All this time I thought you were helping me,” Aniq crosses his arms.

“I have been helping you. She’s turning you against me right now.” Yasper begins scrambling talking about how Danner has been accusing everyone, but with no evidence.

“But there is evidence.” Aniq mutters. “You realized there were security cameras that probably saw exactly what you did, and you had to erase it.” Aniq steps forward, “You still had Xavier’s phone,” Aniq continues, talking about him deleting the footage, copying Xavier’s song ideas from his phone to his own. 

“I swear to you, I don’t have Xavier’s phone,” Yasper says, you release your hand from Chelsea’s, pulling out your phone, as Culp steps forward to search him. Culp pulls out two phones. 

“I have two phones, is that crime?”  Imma Live Forever plays from the one in Culps right hand, your name appearing on the screen. Yasper abruptly stops his arguing, “Y/N?”

You look up from your phone, holding and showing everyone that you had dialed Xavier’s contact, solemnly. Danner cheers, which evokes the others to cheer too, everyone but you, Aniq, and Zoë. 

“You guys don’t understand…” Yasper starts. “You all have your own stories, right? B-but Xavier, he owed me everything, I gave him his career, I gave him his name. I gave him his name, you remember that?” he asks Aniq, who frowns at his friend, “And he still wanted to screw me over, w-with the music, with Y/N! I should have been the star, I should have been the successful one. I was the one that was supposed to be famous!” Yasper speaks, slowly walking across the room, he begins to ramble, “And there’s one thing that you guys didn’t think about,” he looks at you briefly, before turning quickly and running for the door. Culp catches him easily as he tries to open the very heavy glass door. 

You sigh, and Zoë approaches, opening her arms for you to embrace her in a much needed hug. “I’m sorry,” she says, softly directing your gaze away from the sight of Yasper being arrested. You give her a tight-lipped smile. 

Bonus (spoilers for season 2): 

A year later, you found yourself wrapped up in another murder investigation, having been invited to Zoë’s little sister’s wedding. Thankfully, the groom had been killed on accident, unthankfully, the culprit was Zoë’s uncle.

You, Danner, Aniq, and Zoë all sat at a table on the front porch. “So, Y/N, how’s Yasper?” Danner asks, causing you to freeze. 

“What is she talking about?” Zoë questions, leaning forward from beside you to look in your eyes. You turn your head, only to be met with Aniq’s gaze. 

“She didn’t tell you?” Danner asks, your eyes flick up at hers in an attempt to quiet her.

“She told me she was getting letters from him… But you told the prison to stop sending them… Right?” Zoë asks sternly.

Danner laughs, “Uh uh, no she did not.” You glare at her.

“What?”

“I tried to-,” you start, turning to your friend, grabbing her hands in yours, “But the request didn’t go through I guess, and I never tried again…” You look down at your hands.

“But you throw them out, right? That’s what I did, and he stopped sending them, eventually,” Aniq pipes up.

You continue to stare at your hands guiltily. 

“You kept every single one, haven’t you?” Danner asks, clicking her tongue.

You look up at Zoë, who gapes at you, “Y/N, he killed someone.”

“Yeah, Xavier,” you mutter. 

The three stare in shock as you get up and leave. 

[miryum]

A Roll of the Die (Spot Conlon x Reader)

New York was divided into levels. Levels that made up skyscrapers and classes of wealth. There were the rich people- the top tier of New York City. Then there were the people directly under them, middle class who were their assistants or worked away at the bank or as a maid and butler. There was also the lower class. The people who had two or three jobs, scavenging away for the smallest scrap of money. Maybe seamstresses, factory workers, or newsies. And then there was the lowest of all of New York. The street rats. The homeless. The scabbers. 

Y/n hated the levels of New York. As she was on the bottom, her opinion would make sense. Y/n made a living as a scabber. She worked many small jobs- wherever she could find them. Most of the time, she sold newspapers alongside the newsies. She wasn’t officially a part of the newsie ranks, nor did she ever intend to join them, but it was a somewhat stable job that helped her maintain enough money for her and her family to eat, so in her book, it was a mighty fine job. 

However, Y/n got wind of a strike that was stirring in the newsie ranks. Her scabber friends, Mark and Joseph told her that the newsies were upset at the raise in price and were deciding to do something about it. Apparently, the newsies had stopped Mark and Joseph from buying papes yesterday while Y/n was off sewing clothes with her sister. 

“You’re kidding me, right?” Y/n groaned once she heard the news as the trio slowly made their way to the circulation centre. “You let them stop you from buying papes? What about your day's work? And now you’re telling me I should stop getting an honest day’s pay?”

“They’ll beat you up if you don’t.” Mark warned.

“Like they’d beat up a girl.” Y/n chuckled. She hopped down onto the street, a carriage barely missing her. Joseph pulled her back onto the sidewalk.

“I heard that they even got Spot Conlon on board,” Joseph gossiped. 

“That little guy?” Y/n rolled her eyes. “What’s he gonna do to me?”

“You’re not scared of him?” Mark laughed incredulously.

“No.” Y/n shrugged. The three of them got to the gate of the circulation centre and as Mark and Joseph joined the growing ranks of newsies, Y/n nonchalantly stepped up to the counter. 

“Hi Weisel.” Y/n grinned, “200 papes please?”

Weisel raised a brow. “Really? You of all people not joining the strike? Thought you scabbers would wanna change the laws.” He then turned and yelled, “200 papes for the girl!”

“Not so loud!” Y/n hissed, “the newsies can’t know I’m buying.” 

“Looks like they already do.” Weisel smirked and nodded to the crowd around her. 

Y/n sighed and reluctantly turned to face the throng. She was surrounded by angry and expectant newsies. Mark and Joseph looked worried from the back. Weisel slid the pack of papes towards her and gestured for his money. Y/n slammed her coins down and Weisel happily took them. 

“What are you doin’?” The lead newsie asked. It didn’t sound like a question. 

“Buying papes,” Y/n snorted a laugh. “Obviously.” Life on the streets had shown her to act indifferent until the first punch was thrown.

“Haven’t you heard about the strike?” Another newsie with a cigar hanging from his lips asked.

“Yeah.”

“You can’t buy papes,” another said. “We won’t allow it. For the strike to work, no one can sell papes.”

“Yeah, but some of us need to eat,” Y/n pointed out. She took her papers and started out the clump of newsies. They blocked her and Y/n stepped back into the middle of the circle. She squared her shoulders. Y/n didn’t like being surrounded. The odds weren’t in her favour and it made her feel trapped.

“You can’t sell papes!” The first newsie argued. He seemed to be their leader. “We’re in this together. I know you wanna get your money, but just cause we make pennies doesn’t give them the right to rub our noses in it. Are you gonna roll over and let Pulitzer pick your pocket? They need to respect your rights! All we ask for is a square deal. I told your buddies this yesterday, and Imma tell you this today: for the sake of every overworked kid in this whole city, I beg you. Throw down your papers and join the strike.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Real nice speech you got going on there. Worked on my friends.” She jerked a head towards Mark and Joseph. “But… it’s not gonna work on me. I need this. More than any of you. You know nothing of my life and how hard it’s been. I need to get my money. I need to feed my siblings. No one else will feed them except me. And without you lot on the streets, maybe I’ll actually be able to buy some food for myself. Ever think of that?”

Someone pushed through the crowd. A teenage boy stopped in front of her. He was maybe fifteen or sixteen with a cap pulled low over his dirty blond hair. His blue eyes pierced hers. “Listen… goil,” he finally decided on before continuing, “do you know who I am?” 

“No.” Y/n deadpanned. 

“Spot Conlon. King of Brooklyn.” The boy smirked. 

“Am I supposed to be impressed by that?” The newsies all fell silent. No one had ever talked back to Spot Conlon before. 

Spot huffed. “If you weren’t a goil, you’d be on the ground, bleeding after the soaking I gave you.”

“Then do it.” Y/n challenged. “I’ve been beaten up before.”

“Listen,” Spot ignored her comment, “I didn’t come all the way from Brooklyn for this strike just for some scabber to mess it up.” 

“Sorry, Spot Conlon,” Y/n pushed him aside and the newsies gasped. “but I gotta go.” 

“Did you just… push me?” Spot gaped. 

“Yeah. What’re you gonna do about it?”

“Leave us,” Spot Conlon waved everyone away. His newsies pushed all the other boroughs away to leave Y/n and him alone. Y/n felt a stir of panic in her chest. What was about to happen? 

“So,” Spot laid an arm around Y/n shoulders. She shrugged him off and replaced him with her papes. “Where do we start?”

“What?”

“I’ve never sold in ‘Hattan before. Where do you sell?” Spot asked. 

“What are you doing?” Y/n squinted at him. “What’s your angle? Your tactic?”

“No tactic, doll, just wanna help you sell.” 

“Don’t call me that.” 

 “Where do you sell, doll?” 

Y/n rolled her eyes at his insistence. “Fine. But the first sign that you’re manipulating me, I’m ditching you.” 

“Fine by me.” Spot stayed at her side as she walked to her selling spot, seeming to take it all in. He seemed relaxed, hands in pockets and looking around casually. Y/n’s wariness of the boy hadn’t gone away, but after a while, she felt herself loosen up a bit and step into the newsie role.

Y/n had one of the best days selling. With no other newsies around, people flocked to her to get their hands on the news. Some asked her where the others were and Y/n replied with, “they’re on strike.”

If her customers had been poorer, they would’ve looked on with confusion and disdain, wondering and judging her for not joining her friends to try for a better life. However, her patrons were richer and simply complimented her on staying true to business and even tipped her extra.

At the end of the day, Y/n’s bag was brimming with coins, leaving her smiling proudly. This would certainly provide a couple meals for her family. 

Y/n had expected Spot to try and disway her from selling, but he just found a bench to lounge on, watching her and the passerby’s intently. 

“You’d make a good newsie,” he commented lightly after the day had passed.

“I’ll never be a newsie.” Y/n said hotly, as if taken personal offence. “I’m a scabber.”

“Do you ever do work in Brooklyn?” Spot asked, looking at her as they walked.

“Not usually.” 

Spot hummed. “You should.”

“Why’s that?” This time, it was Y/n’s turn to look at him inquisitively. 

“I’d get to see you more.” Spot smiled softly. A group of young men passed them and Spot instinctively took Y/n’s arm, guiding her carefully past them. Once they were gone, Spot’s demeanour eased up and offered Y/n his arm. Y/n shook her head and pushed him away. 

“This is all a ploy to try and get me to join the strike,” Y/n said dismissively.

“How is me wanting to see you going to get you to join the strike?” Spot chuckled lightly. 

Y/n was silent for a moment before replying, “I don’t know, but I know you’re smart enough that you have an endgame.”

“Aw!” Spot nudged her. “You think I’m smart.”

“Listen, bud.” Y/n rolled her eyes. “I’ve heard plenty of stories about you. I know your true colours. I know not to trust you. I’m not joining the strike and I’m not working in Brooklyn. End of story. Goodbye.” Y/n then turned on her heel and walked up a set of stairs that led to her family’s apartment.

**

A week had passed when Y/n’s sister shared some interesting news with her. “Y/n, can you do me a favour?”

“Anything,” Y/n instantly replied, looking up from her mother- mandated sewing.

“Well, there’s a job opportunity that pays really well that’s been offered to me.” Her sister said hesitantly, a large smile growing over her face.

“Really?!” Y/n set her sewing down. “That’s great! When do you start?”

“Tomorrow. But, there’s a catch,” her sister sat down next to her. “It’s in Brooklyn and I would need you to walk me back and forth.” Y/n’s brows tightened and her sister quickly exclaimed, “But you could come back to ‘Hattan during the day to work and all I need is someone else to walk me so I stay safe! It’s really not that far away. With the pay increase, maybe I could catch a trolley some days? Or you could get a job in Brooklyn too.”

“I’m really happy for you and what this means for the family,” Y/n started, “so yes, I’ll walk you. But how did you get the job?”

“Well, see, that’s the odd part. A kid just came up to me one day and said that he knew someone who was looking for workers. He introduced me to the guy, and here we are!”

“Who was the kid?”

“Um, I think his name was Spot Connon? Or something?”

“Spot Conlon?”

“Yeah! That’s it! Do you know him?” 

“Unfortunately, yes.”

**

It seemed too big of a coincidence for Y/n as she marched next to her sister, walking her to work. And when Spot Conlon was seen selling papes on the next corner over, it felt too bad to be true. After she had ushered her sister inside to her new job, Y/n strode up to Spot and jabbed a finger in his chest, disrupting the few customers around him. “What the hell, Spot?!” She cried.

“Geez, Y/n,” Spot grinned. “Came all the way to Brooklyn just for me?”

“Why’d you get my sister that job? How dare we even talk to her! Stay away from me and my family and stop trying to get me to join the strike!”

“The strike’s over, doll.” Spot chuckled, waving his papes in her face. Y/n stood for a moment, processing his words. “Now, would you like to apologise for storming over here and disturbing my sales?” His words were coy and made her want to slap him.

“Just, come here!” Y/n growled, pulling him away from the customers.

“An impromptu make out session?” Spot teased, “I’m down.”

“Shut it, Conlon.” The girl turned to face him. “Why are you doing this? I don’t understand.”

“Y/n, I think I’ve made it pretty clear,” Spot’s demeanour changed drastically. “I wanna be your friend. I like being around you. If you didn’t hate me, I might even ask you out. I should be asking you the question of why don’t you like me?”

Y/n bristled, startled by his confession. “Because,” she hesitated, “because you were trying to get me to join the newsies. All my life I’ve had to look out for me and my family. I’ve had to scrape along the bottom of the barrel just to survive. It doesn’t seem fair that instead of working hard and being unhappy and burnt out, you guys earn the same amount of money but you’re happy while doing it. You have friends. You’re loved.”

Spot tilted his head. “Doesn’t your family love you?”

“They’re too busy.” Y/n muttered, shaking her head. “Mom and dad work two jobs each just to pay rent so it falls on me to earn money for food and clothes. It’s not fair.”

“Nothing about life is fair.” 

“Could you offer some sympathy instead of truth?” Y/n asked snarkily.

“Isn’t truth better than wool over your eyes?” Spot retorted easily.

After a moment, Y/n muttered, “how did you become so smart?”

Spot grinned. “I’ve always been smart, doll. You’ve just been too dumb to see it.”

“I have the same street smarts as you,” Y/n said. “It’s not my fault if I don’t have proper schooling.” Y/n’s hands balled into fists and she glared harshly at him. Spot noticed and gently took one of her hands in his. Y/n jumped back, but kept her hand in his. Her jaw tightened and Spot slowly reached up to cup her face, running his thumb over her tense jaw and then moving his hand up to her eyebrows, thumbing the space between them, making her relax.

“You’re right,” Spot whispered. “None of this is your fault. It’s a bad roll of the dice. But we can make the best outta it. We can make friends and family outta it. You can’t spend your life in misery, especially if you have people looking out for you.”

“Are you looking out for me?” Y/n was hesitant in asking her question. 

“I thought I’d made that perfectly clear,” Spot said, cocking his head slightly. “Why else would I seek you out or try and help your family? It’s not everyday I see a pretty girl. I wanna hold onto her while I can.”

Y/n exhaled a laugh, looking away from Spot. He frowned and tilted her chin toward him, forcing her to meet his eye. “Why’re you laughing? Do you think you’re a joke?” He asked, “Do you think I’m joking about you being beautiful?”

“Spot,” Y/n gently pushed his hands away from her face. “I’m a scabber. I know daughters of CEO’s might be a little outta your league, but anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“But I don’t want just anyone,” Spot muttered. “I want you.”

The tension in the air held the words aloft. Did he really mean it? Slowly, waiting for Y/n to stop him, though she never did, Spot stepped closer to her. “Is this okay?”

Y/n nodded. She couldn’t trust her words. Before Spot’s lips could brush hers, Y/n wondered, “are you sure you want to?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, doll.” Spot smirked slightly. And then he kissed her.

[femmesandhoney]

i know a girl who tries to "make it" without her family's help. she works as a waitress, rents a bedroom, pays for the supplies we need for class with her own money (allegedly). i always thought she was struggling until she broke her foot and couldn't work for weeks and still didn't get kicked out or stop doing her artsy stuff. nothing changed without weeks worth of minimum wage. coincidentally this was around christmas break, and one day we were all talking about how we celebrated the holidays with our families and she pulls out her phone and starts showing pictures of her grandma's christmas dinners in her big ass family mansion. literal generational wealth type stuff. apparently she never hid that she comes from money OR that she pays for everything by herself working as a waitress. i just wasn't around her enough to know this and only heard her complain about how expensive our materials for school were

these people can't be this delusional, if one of her rich family members buys her work and showcases it enough it's inevitable that she'll get recognition. this isn't to say that she isn't good at what she does, but she could not fail if she tried, there's no point on adding extra steps to feel like you've experienced "hardship" like everyone else. acknowledging the fact that you have money and that it helps you get ahead is a lot more dignified imo

reminds me of a somewhat famous sociological study that after it was published as a book was found to be a bit unethical for similar ideas. Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich was her going undercover to investigate the working poor and she left her cushy job and apartment to go live in the same conditions these working poor people were in by surviving on minimum wage jobs. while her work was monumental and revealed a lot to a wider audience of americans, the fact was that she never really was living under the same threats that actual working poor were. at any time she could have stopped her study and gone back home to her apartment and job and her money. there was an unethical side to her acting like she was 100% living as they lived when you consider that. and some other stuff, but yeah. while for Ehrenreich it was for a social experiment, so many rich kids have no real reason to be doing that shit and pretending at the same time that they aren't rich and have safety nets. it's good to teach your kids how to provide for themselves and the challenges, but most of these kids also do not learn anything from it bc they always know their parents or family will swoop in to help them if needed.