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[rieamena]

totally (not) beating the allegations

best friend!takuma ino headcanons

contains... best friends to lovers, mutual pining, casual confession of love, kisses (platonic), kisses (romantic), modern au, high school to university au, living together-ish, fem intended reader, pet names (baby, babe, love, sexy, handsome, beautiful, sweetie, the list goes on and on), lots of physical touch, nicknames (you call takuma, kuma.), reader has a mother and a father, y'all are basically dating just without the label...

word count: 2.3k (this wasn't supposed to be long. i told myself 0.8k maximum...)

riea's comments: all sixteen people living in takuma city RISE UP! i miss my husband of 35 years so much, come back to me loml :(( something to munch on while y'all wait for the next full throttle chapter. also not too much on me if this is a drabble and not hcs idk the difference :))

first off... i just wanna say that i KNOW I KNOW that ino is one of the funniest people in the jjk cast idc idc!!! if he had more screentime (and if the situation wasnt dire) my boy would be crackin some jokes!!!!

you've been friends with takuma for around 7 years, your first meeting happening in tenth grade, when your teacher paired you two up for an interview project. when time came to actually record the interviews, it was hard to edit out you two laughing uncontrollably every fifteen seconds or so

i mean, you two just had so much in common!!! same favorite color, same favorite franchise, same favorite tv show, same favorite video game; it was like yall were the same person. there was just one thing you both disagreed on: whether hex code #286061 was blue or green

your argument ended up being the last ten minutes of the final video you submitted...

without a doubt, after that, you two became inseparable. in school, people would take notice of your closeness. when one of you were absent, teachers would jokingly ask "where's the other one?"

there was not a single thing you didn't do together, homework, go to the gym, gossip, eavesdrop, etc etc. so of course, you ended up applying to the same universities and when it came time for college acceptance season...

takuma invited you over, forcing you to bring your mailed letters from the eight universities. sprawling out over his lap, you took in the all too familiar sight of his room. you've been in his room more times than you've been in your own (and vice versa!)

i mean ino's been over to your place so many times that he calls your parents mom and dad. and you've been over to his house so much that takuma's mom practically jumped for joy every time you burst through the front doors with a "guess who's home!!!" so it was completely normal that you guys knew the ins and outs of each other's rooms, right?

"kuma, baby," you started with a sigh, reveling in your best friend's repetitive motions. running his hand through your hair, ino looked down at you, eyes showing that he was listening. "i'm scared, what if we don't–"

"ah-ah-ah! no negativity here!" he cut you off, pushing you off his lap and grabbing the letters you left on his desk. "listen here beautiful," takuma says, bringing a hand to your cheek, his heart swelling when you subconsciously leaned into it, "we're gonna take each other's letters, and open them," he handed you a white envelope, the logo of both of yours dream university on it, "starting with, kyōmei."

taking a well needed deep breath, you nodded. "okay," you and ino began to open the envelopes at the same time, only looking at each other when you saw the status. "accepted or rejected in 3...2...1..."

"ACCEPTED"

"ACCEPTED"

cue the mandatory silence before the screaming. "holy shit. you got in." "you got in." "WE GOT IN!!! WE'RE GOING TO KYŌMEI!!!!" you two practically flew off the bed, jumping up and down in celebration. peppering his face in kisses, you nuzzled your face into takuma's neck. "i'm so proud of us! i mean, kyōmei," you pulled away from his neck, shaking his shoulders harshly, "the kyōmei?!!!"

anyways, soon enough, you both realized that you'd have to move away, resulting in a seven hour search for apartments near the university's campus. and just as takuma was about to give up, you found a listing for units 19A and 19B, right in the heart of the city and just a five minute walk from kyōmei

and with that, it was moving day, well, days is more like it considering that the whole process took like ten days... finding cute furniture is really hard! and moving all of it is even harder!! and don't even get me started on the appliances! although, you and takuma found a way around it

like what do both of you need a microwave for? and there isn't a reason to have two dishwashers, there wasn't even a reason to have one! y'all kept your fridges though... who was gonna be banging on the other's door in the middle of the night for some cold water??

with time, it came for the highly anticipated freshman formal, an welcome event hosted by kyōmei itself, and of course, you had to go. so here you were, staring at your figure in the mirror as your best friend's large hand rubbed your shoulder, the other zipping up your black dress. "all done!" he breathed, taking a step away so that you could see for yourself. "i look so cute~" you giggled, hearing the clack of your heels as you twirled. "you do!" he paused, looking you up and down, "when did you get that dress?"

"your mom gave it to me a couple days ago! where'd you get that tux? i don't think i've seen it before," you walked over and straightened takuma's suit, as he laughed in response, "your mom gave it to me..."

"this was planned."

"this was definitely planned."

"we should send a picture in the family group chat!"

"we should!!! but, hair first!"

notice how i said family group chat, singular, not plural. and that's because there's a gc for both of your families! it's name was a mix between "ino" and your last name, since, in all seriousness, your families were close

so here you were, sitting pretty on takuma's lap as you focused on straightening the front pieces of his hair, because that's what best friends do!

"okayyyy sexyyyy," you squealed, moving out of the way so that takuma could see himself in your vanity mirror, "damnn, i look hot!" he smiled as he checked himself out, his hand firmly on your waist (to make sure that you wouldn't fall, of course!). "i knew i was fine but, did i always look this fine?" he asked, looking up at you with his big dark brown eyes, a playful smirk evident on his face. "yes, takuma. you're the sexiest man ever. just a bit of eyeliner on you and we'll be on our way, okay?"

turning back to your station, you grabbed some brown and black pencils before starting to lightly draw over ino's outer eye corner, "do men as sexy as me really need eyeliner?" a look from you was all he needed to know to shut up and close his eyes

and oh, how he loved being so close to you. not just emotionally but physically as well. like, not every duo can say that they barge into the other's apartment to steal snacks! and speaking of snacks... let me just say, there's a whole cabinet in his kitchen reserved for your favorite foods and! he keeps your favorite ice cream flavor stocked in his freezer

you, on the other hand, have a little space where you hide takuma's favorite anything. chips, gummies, takeout menus, you name it, you have it. because your best friend is oh-so-optimistic, it can be harder for him when he's just not having the best of days. which is why when you go your (not so) separate ways at the end of the day, you pack up a basket for him. ribbons in his favorite color, his top 15 favorite snacks from that one time y'all bought one of everything in a nearby convenience store and ranked them, takeout on the way, horror flicks he's been wanting on dvd because he said "its cooler that way", and a handwritten letter from you, for my kuma, scribbled on the envelope

dropping off the basket at his door and retreating back to your place, you'd press your ear against the wall separating your units, physically feeling your heart break when you heard sniffles. that was all you needed to practically fly over to his, a few boxes of tissues in hand. because that's what best friends do!

and don't even get me started on how many belongings y'all have at the other's place... like that one time takuma walked into your apartment announcing his presence, only to be met with silence. let me set up the scene for you. you are taking a relaxing shower when you hear a knock on the door followed by four more and then three more. "come in!" you called out, unbeknownst to you, ino's voice was closer than you thought

"already in here..., anyways. is my shampoo in there?"

"the one with the purple cap?"

"yeah, thanks babe!"

"wait, can you get me my towel?"

or that time when you causally opened the door to his unit (because it was basically yours too) and greeted him with a simple pat on his head before skipping off to find those jeans you thrifted

slight cohabitation aside, the university life was definitely... something. it was clear and obvious that you two were close, a blind man could see it. but close is a really really really vague word, and it's surely not the word that describes the way the two of you act. in this friendship, terms of endearment drop like rain from clouds. every. other. sentence. contains a "babe" or "baby" or "sweetheart" or "darling" WE GET IT OKAY...

and it seems like if y'all go a single day without touching each other, a bomb will fall from the sky and earth would blow up. his hands are constantly on you, his favorite places (when in public) being your shoulders and arms, and when at home it was without a doubt your waist and thighs. just imagine how difficult it must be for people speak to you both on campus when his arm is slung around you and your hand is holding onto his side. the rumors practically created themselves....

and when i say people were shocked, i mean they were SHOCKED when y'all were like "haha, no, we're not dating!!! we're best friends!" everyone was thinking: yeah best friends who FUCK. best friends who are IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER. y'all became the campus' it couple without being a couple. how does that happen??!??

however... there were a couple of people who were particularly excited to hear that you both were single. a few girls approached you one day while in the general area, asking if it was true that you and ino weren't dating. "we aren't... why?" one of the girls shifted on her feet, clearly nervous. "well... could you um... give this to him for me?!" she bowed, presenting a pretty pink envelope. you froze, staring at the item before giggling. "i see what this is about! don't worry! i'll make sure this gets to him safely!" long story short, that letter was never delivered

and on ino's side, he had some classmates pestering him about you. asking for your favorite show, candy, date style, everything under the sun. "guys, guys! she doesn't even want a boyfriend right now!" takuma shouted, even though two days prior you were complaining about how spending too much time with him was scaring all the hotties away

but let's get into the real stuff... the realization of love

for takuma, there wasn't a "wow, i'm in love with her" moment. what he does know though is that he started feeling something different for you a few months before college admission season. to him, the world was always bright with you by his side but now... it was so much brighter. it was like looking directly into the sun; it hurt but he couldn't look away, he doesn't want to look away. you're the best thing to ever happen to him, and the mere thought of ruining what you have just for some feeling—no matter how intense—isn't... right to him

and you figured it out after a dream you had one night back in high school. you dreamt of being in takuma's arms, the ones you snuck glances at when he wasn't paying attention to you. in not dream world, all you had to do was ask and he'd gladly envelop you but the vibes in this dream were different. there was tension. and it was thick. his beanie was off and thrown somewhere on the bed, your bed. looking back at him, your breath caught in your throat, "hey pretty," he slurred, drunk off tiredness. ino's called you beautiful more times than you can count; he made sure to do it at least once a week, so why... just why did this time make your stomach heat up and your heart race? you woke up with a flushed face, queasy feeling in your gut, and a deep understanding. it wasn't just platonic love anymore

"hey," you started, eyes trained on the movie in front of you, but your mind was focused on something else, "y'know how everyone thinks we're dating?" ino nodded as you reached over to grab the bowl of popcorn. "i've been thinking... maybe they're onto something..."

takuma's gulp could be heard from miles away, "wh-what are you trying to say?"

"what are we? seriously. because i can't sit here and pretend like i don't wish we were something more."

"something more like...?"

"now's not the time to be oblivious! don't you get it?! i'm—"

"i'm in love with you,"

it was like time stood still as you looked at your best friend. his face was lit by the tv screen a couple feet away, his hair was a mess, and slightly prominent dark circles were under his eyes, but... he's never looked more beautiful to you. "have been. for a long time. we've basically been dating for like four years already. four more and then we'll get married?" he flashed his signature smile

"oh, shut up," he brought your face millimeters away from his, whispering "make me." before kissing you deeply, not on your cheek, or your forehead, or your shoulders, but on your lips this time. and all the times after that too

because that's what best friends lovers do, right?

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◟𖥻 my my my : percy jackson

▰▰ pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

if Percy can't find a way to slip a 'that's my girlfriend' into the conversation, then he'll still find a way to make it known.

this is kind? of a part two to this one

warnings: no cabin mentioned for reader, no use of y/n, overprotective!percy, just fluff.

If someone at camp didn’t know Percy and her were dating, they were probably living under a rock, because Percy isn't subtle at all about his love for her.

And well, maybe he is a little too loud about it, but so what? he has an amazing girlfriend, he would happily walk around camp talking to every person he found just to make sure everyone knows he is dating her— Oh, that is actually what he does almost every day. Sue him.

It gets to a point where people already expect the 'and my girlfriend' in almost every trivial conversation, and if he can't find a way slip it in? Well, he has to show off.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 1. the hand on her back

The pavilion is full of people after breakfast ends, everyone standing from their tables to go with friends or plan their schedule for the day, it takes Percy only a second to find her trying to make her way in between the crowd.

He knows that look. The tightness in her posture, the way her gaze shifts through the people. Crowds make her anxious.

So he moves through the mess of bodies, he's right there by her side in an instant, leaning to kiss her temple. "Hey, pretty girl."

Her body immediately relaxes the moment she hears him, like his voice is the exhale she didn’t know she was holding. "Hi, Perce" and she smiles, that kind of bright smile that one day would be able to do what monsters and gods couldn't do— kill Percy.

He can feel her fingers brushing his sleeve, as if she's looking for some kind of comfort. Without needing to ask any questions, Percy slides his hand to the small of her back like it's second nature, like he was made to guide her through chaos.

The contact is subtle, it's not even meant to be possessive— not showy, just steady, intentional, just Percy softly keeping her close in a sea of demigods and chaos.

Of course, someone notices.

"Dude." Connor calls out, walking past them with Travis. "Chill, she's not gonna vanish."

Percy smirks, guiding her through the people. "I'm not taking any chances."

His hand remains there, grounding her, providing her with the peace she needs. But also, if people notice his hand splayed protectively against her back, it's just a plus.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 2. the water bottle

Percy has been distracted for a while, leaning against a wall, his eyes fixed on her as her tongue pokes out slightly in concentration, aiming her arrow. An Apollo camper is beside her, giving her pointers. "Okay, keep your shoulders relaxed and release."

The arrow cuts through the air, landing dead-center with a satisfying thunk. She looks at it for a second, before jumping in pure delight, Percy doesn’t even bother hiding his silly smile.

But immediately, his smile falters when the Apollo camper chimes in, "That's it, that was amazing!" and he throws his arm over her shoulder.

Oh no.

Percy's right there in a second, he's sure he isn't even that fast when it comes to battling monsters. But when it's about her, he would teleport if he could.

"Hey, love!"

She turns to see Percy, absolutely taken off guard, as he strides towards them, water bottle in his hand. His curls are messy and he's sweaty, she guesses he probably just finished his training, but he still manages to look like he walked out of a daydream.

"Here, pretty girl." he gives her the water bottle, smiling as he coincidentally places himself between her and the Apollo boy. "You look tired and, y'know, i'm your boyfriend. Just doing my job."

She blinks at him, taken aback, then snorts because she finally realizes what this is about. "Thanks, Perce."

"Of course." He says, planting a soft kiss against her temple, before stepping back. "I'll leave you to it, but let me know if you need something else, yeah?"

When he steps away, he smiles shamelessly at the bewildered Apollo camper that takes a long second to even mutter something. "Yes, she's great, isn't she?"

"Yes, totally, she's the most talented at everything she tries." He nods, absolutely proud, but he's fast at adding, "you know, my girlfriend. That i'm dating. Me. Can you believe it?"

Behind him, she rolls her eyes and mutters something about him being ridiculous, but she's smiling into the water bottle as she takes a sip.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 3. iris message

The worst time for Percy is when he has to go on a quest without her, being apart from her feels like falling into tartarus. And maybe, just maybe, he gets a little annoyed about the idea of other people flirting with her when he's not around.

Of course, he trusts her, but he also knows she's simply oblivious when it comes to people flirting with her. That's why it took so long for them to start dating, after all.

So yeah, maybe he checks in a little too often. Not only because of that. He simply loves getting to talk to her, seeing her after every rough day makes the quest a little less tiring.

She's smiling politely at the Ares camper in front of her, nodding as he talks about his strategy to win capture the flag, his arms crossed in a way that makes it seem as if he's flexing his muscles.

Not that she's interested at all, she's just polite enough to pretend she is even when she's only thinking about Percy. Missing him.

It's almost as if he knows that she's thinking about him, wherever he is, because suddenly a shimmering golden mist swirls in the air between her and the Ares boy, slicing through the conversation.

"Oh, Iris message!" the boy steps back slightly.

She beams, the polite smile widening into a happy grin when the mist sharpens into the image of Percy, out of breath, his curls sticking to his forehead, his face dirty, riptide still in hand.

"Hey there, love." Percy smiles, his tone fond and sweet— no one would even think that he was side-eyeing the boy standing beside his girlfriend. "Just checking in. We just killed a monster, you should've seen it, it was this gross serpenty thing. But I thought of you."

"Charming, love." She replies, amused.

His eyes flicker to her side like he's only just now noticing the boy beside her. "Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you were busy. Sorry, love you."

"I love you too, Perce." His eyes go back to her, his stare turning softer, the kind of stare reserved for her only.

"I have to go, pretty, just call me if you need anything, yeah?" He smiles innocently. "I'll be back soon, anyways."

The mist dissolves.

The silence that follows is awkward.

The boy clears his throat, no longer flexing his arms as they fall to his sides. "Does he just uh- calls you every time he kills a monster?"

"Oh no, that would be ridiculous." she replies, fighting a smirk. "Why?"

"No reason."

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 4. bragging rights.

They're supposed to be on watch duty, patrolling the border to make sure there's no monsters lurking or campers trying to sneak out past curfew.

But Leo's starting to think that the threat here is not the monsters or the rebellious teenagers, the real threat is how Percy hasn't shut up about his girlfriend for the past fifteen minutes.

"And did you see the little ribbon thing she had on her hair? She's so cute, I swear, and it matched her camp shirt. How can she manage to look so pretty and cool at the same time?" He's walking, but it's a wonder that he hasn't tripped yet since Leo can see how distant his eyes are, that dreamy little smile on his face.

Leo blinks, surprised. "Dude, do you have a crush on your girlfriend or something?"

"Don't be ridiculous, a crush is way too small. I'm madly in love with her. That's way different." He explains, and then keeps going. "And did you see when she grabbed the flag? I thought she might slip when she jumped from that tree, but nope, perfect landing."

"Yes, I was there, heard you scream."

"I didn’t scream"

"You absolutely did, then you tripped over a rock trying to run to stop her from falling."

Percy stops.

Leo stops.

They look at each other for a long second before Percy sighs. "Yes, probably panicked out a little, can't blame me."

Leo holds up his hands in the air. "Not blaming you, just saying you're hopeless, dude."

"I'm not hopeless, just in love."

And Leo groans. Yes, this is going to be a long patrol shift.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 5. the dramatic kiss

Percy takes off his helmet, pushing through people cheering, some groaning while walking to the infirmary with wounds and bruised limbs, others replaying what just happened during capture the flag.

But he doesn’t stop to talk to any of them, instead he scans the crowd until his eyes just land on her, like it's second nature.

She's standing there, looking pretty even after the afternoon's events, cheeks flushed, strands of hair falling freely on her face even after she pushes them away with her free hand, the one that's not clutching the flag she just got. And she's laughing at something Piper is telling her. So radiant, so beautiful.

Percy stands there, giving himself just a moment to admire her, before he's full on sprinting.

His armor clinking, sweat dripping down his temple, eyes locked on her like she's the only thing anchoring him to the world.

She turns just in time to catch him running towards her. "Perce? did something—"

But her words are cut short when he's suddenly scooping her up into his arms, and dipping her like something straight out of one of those romance movies she loves so much.

And then, he kisses her.

Percy can hear gasps around them, or maybe whistles, he's sure as hell he can hear someone shouting. "Oh my gods, not this again."

But he doesn’t care.

Even after he pulls back, he can only focus on her, her arms around his neck, looking at him through wide eyes.

"You're crazy." She mumbles, breathless.

And he can only grin in return. "Crazy about you? Yes, yes I am."

She hides her face on his neck mortified, and of course he only holds her tighter, smirking.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ +1 the one time she was showing off

She's trying not to be annoyed.

It started with her sitting near the campfire, changing the bandage from a scrape on her leg she got from the chariot race. Two campers sat nearby, she didn’t recognize one of them so she was sure it's probably a new camper. And she didn’t mean to pry, but they were so loud.

"Who's that guy over there?" The new girl asks, not subtle at all. "The one with the sword? he's just so dreamy, I mean, the hair, the jawline, those arms."

The other one snorts. "You mean Percy Jackson? he's a legend here."

It's immediate, she stops whatever she's doing with the bandages and her head snaps up, brows furrowed together as she glances in the direction the other two are staring at.

Yes, it's indeed Percy they're talking about. He doesn’t seem to notice the eyes on him, he never does. Instead, he's laughing with Grover, his hair is wet like he just took a shower, and the sun is hitting him just right. And— okay, fine, he looks a little too good. Ridiculously good.

"Gods, he's hot." The new one replies. "Do you think he has a girlfriend?"

"Actually—"

She doesn’t stick around to keep hearing the conversation because she's suddenly feeling too bothered by it.

Instead, she marches over, catching Percy mid-laugh. "Hey, love—" he starts, but doesn’t even get the full sentence out because she grabs him by the collar, pulls him in, and kisses him.

He stumbles a bit in surprise, but the second he realizes what's happening?

Yes, he's absolutely loving it. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer and his lips returning the kiss with equal excitement.

By the time they break apart, he blinks at her like he's just been hit with a tidal wave. "Uh... hi." he breathes.

"Hi, you" She beams at him, and Percy's heart feels like it might jump out of his chest.

Behind them, Grover rolls his eyes. "Gods, you two are sickenly sweet, I'm leaving."

Percy just grins, eyes fixed on her like she's the only person in the world. "You kissed me."

"Yes, is that a problem?" She tilts her head, eyes shining playfully.

Percy leans to kiss her again. "Not at all." he mumbles against her lips. "Keep doing it."

Somewhere behind them, across the fire, the camper turns to her new friend. "So yes, he has a girlfriend."

[icupblog]

Where did the party go? (batfam x neglected reader) This is part 2!! part 1

Your hands shake as you bring the water to your parched lips. The cold embrace of the liquid makes you sigh in satisfaction. The outfit you were wearing suddenly felt too tight and your makeup felt like a second face on top of your own.

This was the biggest moment of your life... so far. Compared to your siblings it wasn't that big but to you, it was everything. You can't think of them now though. Even the mental image of any of your so-called family made you feel bile climb up your throat.

You don't need them, or their validation. After everything that has happened you need to forget their harsh words and unforgiving cruelty.

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2 years earlier

The cold hallways recognised your presence as you walked through them. You feel like a zombie, knowing who you were but pulling your body away from your brain, your mind slowing down as every-time you take another step a part of your image dies.

Maybe you were dramatic, maybe you were immature, maybe if they actually cared you wouldn't be. Your hands shake as you grip a bannister. Where were you going again. You didn't even know. Eventually you came to the familiar scene of the kitchen.

The sink was filled with dishes, had they eaten dinner already? what time was it? You hadn't even realised. All you could think of was that mask, his mask. Your supposed brother. The empty eyes that he would stare at you with when he slowly cut your skin open.

You were about to leave, the thought of food in your body made you feel sick. When you saw him. He never showed you his face but you could recognise him anywhere. He could never hide from you. You could spot him out from a mile away, seek him out in a crowd easily.

His body was fire, and yours was gasoline and paper. He would ebb away at you until all that was left was ash. His pupils widened in recognition at you. "name...hi" You couldn't move, he would attack you, throw you against the wall. As he slowly reached towards your shoulder you winced.

Was this some kind of cruel joke?, did the universe hate you that much? "listen, I-I'm sorry, I wasn't in my right mind and-" your breath became shallow. "I guess I took it out on you" tears filled your eyes, this is it, he came back to kill you. "besides me and Bruce are trying to work things out so-" he took his hand off your shoulder and put it behind his head. He wasn't touching you, could you escape? "maybe we could be a real family-" You bolted, you couldn't stay still anymore, you ducked under his arm and ran past him. Back to your room back to safety.

Turns out Jason's presence was not in fact a joke. He became part of the family, Or maybe he always was. He would make inside jokes with Damian, learn sign language for cass (something you had done when you first met her, not that she noticed). He would even hang out with Tim and Stephanie two people who could not physically stand to be around you for more than five minutes. Maybe in some way you wanted his attention because maybe if you had his you could be part of that family.

It got worse the more Dick came round, his cheery aura meant the family would constantly be around each other. And you were not part of that family. They would have movie nights (without you), hang out at arcades (without you) and even spend Christmas together (they would always forget to buy you presents). Even Bruce went along with them for gods sake, were you really worth so little? Just because you weren't in spandex? You were so insignificant that Alfred just referred to you as 'miss' almost as if he had forgotten your name.

In these moments you would think back to times when your mother held you in her arms as you opened your presents, it was never anything expensive but you would cherish every one, no matter how much it cost. When she smiled her eyes would crinkle, you always wanted that, a life full of smiles and laughter. Yet for some reason you only got sadness.

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Present day

When you asked a Wayne child what they wanted to be when they were older they normally answered with something artistic and niche like when Damian said he wanted to be an artist. Except you knew he would be even more insufferable if he was one so you thought he was better staying in the tights. Or Cass wanting to do ballet, not Cass you mentally scold Cassandra, when has she ever asked you to call her Cass.

You on the other hand wanted to make an impact, a small irreversible dent on the world (not literally). So now that you are 18 you study law. Is it difficult? yes, but weirdly rewarding. Getting out of Gotham made you realise how shitty that place really is. The air felt like it was choking you and the overall atmosphere felt heavy. Moving to Metropolis was like getting a weight lifted off your shoulders.

You were able to get a scholarship with a college you had great friends. You loved how bright it was all the time, and you weren't being kidnapped every other month, you were feeling amazing.

You had made a life for yourself, a somewhat stable, broke, happy life. What you didn't expect was for the family to remember you or even worse miss you...

yippee I made another one!!

there might only be one more chapter for this series because I'm on exam leave and I'm sick but thank you for all the support!! <3

[duvetchico]

25 clips that had us looking like :0

summary it's jimin’s birthday, and what better way to celebrate than by dragging out every single suspiciously couple-coded thing she’s ever done with y/n?

genre crack / fluff overload / lowkey romantic documentary / "they're dating but we’re all playing dumb" energy / yu jimin turns 25

pairing yu jimin x added!member reader

masterlist.

channel: user-duvetchico

[INTRO — 0:00] hey what’s up it’s me again back with another delulu edit that may or may not be grounded in actual real evidence. today we’re counting down 25 moments between our mother jimin and the added member of aespa, y/n, who are just besties except they act like they’re already married. anyways. it’s jimin’s bday so we’re being sickeningly sentimental.

[clip 1 – 0:13] from aespa’s behind-the-scenes vlog at music bank jimin’s sitting on the floor, back against the wall, in full stage makeup but with a sleepy dazed look. y/n walks by and throws her a juice box. “what’s this?” “your personality, because u get grumpy when ur dehydrated.” jimin smiles without looking at her, pokes the straw in, and sips. “love u.”

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[clip 3 – 0:28] aespa's live chat: “what are you two doing later?” jimin: “cuddling.” y/n, not missing a beat: “duh.” dead silence and then y/n bursts out laughing while jimin just sips her drink and smirks like she got away with murder.

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[clip 2: 0:44] staff "karina, your mic—" jimin, already walking off “hold on i have to fix y/n’s hair first.” camera pans to her literally babying y/n, fixing her bangs and whispering "there. pretty."

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[clip 3: 0:56]

aespa's live

comment: “who’s your favorite member in aespa?”

jimin: “obviously the one i sleep next to.”

camera cuts to y/n throwing a pillow at her while everyone else screams.

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[clip 4 – 1:10] backstage fancam y/n’s adjusting jimin’s in-ears. jimin closes her eyes. y/n says something too quiet to hear, but jimin smiles so wide she almost forgets to go onstage.

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[clip 5: 1:26]

concert footage during the ending ment, jimin lowkey leans over and whispers something to y/n. y/n nods. jimin kisses her on the cheek. yeah. fans SCREAMED.

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[clip 6: 1:39] camera catches jimin tracing little hearts on y/n’s arm while she’s talking to staff. y/n doesn’t even flinch. like this is NORMAL.

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[clip 7: 1:46]

q&a segment question: “who’s the most clingy?” everyone simultaneously: “jimin.” jimin: “i am NOT—” camera cuts to jimin literally holding y/n’s pinky in hers under the table.

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[clip 8: 1:58]

cafe vlog jimin feeding y/n cake while saying “say ahhh.” y/n: “you’re so annoying.” jimin: “say that again after i just bought you a $7 slice of cake.”

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[clip 9: 2:12]

idol room game task: “call the person you love the most” jimin immediately dials y/n. y/n picks up like “why are you calling me we’re literally in the same room.” jimin: “bc i love you. duh.”

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[clip 10 – 2:30] training room y/n’s struggling with choreo. jimin just sits next to her and holds her hand. “wanna try again?” “not yet.” “ok. i’ll sit here with you.” cue soft music and hearts exploding

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[clip 11 – 2:48] instagram live fan: “what do you like most about y/n?” jimin, looking up: “her heart.” y/n, offscreen: “and my ass right??” jimin: “....also that.”

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[clip 12 – 3:00] concert footage during aespa’s ment, jimin’s talking, and y/n walks behind her and lightly tugs at the back of her jacket. jimin pauses, leans back a little like muscle memory, and they just stand there like that for 10 seconds before realizing 10,000 people are staring.

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[clip 13 - 3:10]

random interview

jimin holding y/n’s hand during an aespa interview. she lowkey rubs circles with her thumb. they ask what jimin does to relax. “i hang out with y/n.” and everyone goes “awww” while y/n blushes hard and tries to disappear into the floor.

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[clip 14 - 3:33]

award show red carpet

they’re standing side by side, hand on lower back, classic pose. interviewer: “you two are very close—any messages for each other?” jimin looks at y/n and just goes: “thank you for existing.” y/n’s face goes FULL red. “bro. you could’ve just said ‘you look nice’ like a normal person.” jimin: “no fun in that.”

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[clip 15 - 3:49]

aespa behind ep, japan tour

camera pans to jimin sleeping in the van, head on y/n’s shoulder, mouth slightly open. y/n's literally just scrolling through her phone with one headphone in, unfazed.

staff voice (off-cam): “you could move her head if it's heavy.”

y/n: “nope. it’s fine. she only drooled once.”

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[clip 16 - 4:01]

instagram live

y/n, half-asleep: “jimin just texted me to eat something. do i look like i wanna chew right now.”

chat: “why does she know you haven’t eaten?”

y/n: “bro she tracks me like a damn fitness app.”

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[clip 17 - 4:10]

airport candid

jimin places her coat on y/n’s shoulders and walks off like nothing happened. y/n stares at the camera like “y’all saw that right.”

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[clip 18 - 4:18]

concert moment

they pass the mic to y/n to talk. jimin's behind her mouthing every single word she says.

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[clip 19 - 4:25]

q&a fan event

fan: “describe each other in one word.”

jimin: “mine.”

crowd: “???!!?!?”

jimin: laughs nervously “LIKE—like she’s my member. i mean. like she belongs to the group. yk?”

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[clip 20 - 4:37]

fan spotted them at a café together

jimin and y/n laughing so loud jimin actually hits the table. y/n wipes whipped cream off her lip and flicks it at her.

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[clip 21 - 4:49]

award show ending

jimin offers her hand to y/n to help her off stage. doesn’t let go until they reach the dressing room.

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[clip 22 5:00]

concert ending

they’re waving goodbye. y/n reaches over and links pinkies with jimin. “did you have fun?” “only because you were there.” “gay.” “you love it.”

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[clip 23 - 5:13]

jimin's birthday at their concert

jimin’s on stage during a concert, gets handed the mic for her birthday. she turns to y/n in the crowd. “thank you for being my person. even when i’m annoying. and weird. and obsessed with you.” y/n shouts something back. jimin laughs and covers her face. “okay stop i’m gonna cry now.”

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[clip 24 - 5:20]

last night a phone cam video. the members are singing happy birthday. jimin’s about to blow the candles out when she glances at y/n. “make a wish,” y/n says. jimin: “already got it.” y/n: freakin dies

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[clip 25 - 5:33]

aespa surprise live for jimin

scene opens with aeri filming the cake. arguing in the background. ningning is yelling something about lighting the candles properly. minjeong is just... eating frosting. and then—

jimin walks in, eyes all sleepy but smiling, and y/n’s already standing behind the couch like she’s been waiting for her or some shit. she immediately pulls jimin into a hug, and you hear aeri screaming in the background like “OH MY GODDDD GUYS GET A ROOM.”

they don’t even flinch. y/n’s arms are wrapped around her waist from behind, chin resting on jimin’s shoulder while jimin just leans back into it like it’s second nature. they're swaying. it’s disgustingly adorable.

then jimin turns her head slightly and says (into the mic she didn’t realize was ON) “i told you i only wanted to spend my birthday with you first...”

y/n literally freezes. everyone heard that. the silence was LOUD. ningning drops a spoon.

jimin realizes. blinks. “WAIT—THE MIC—”

minjeong collapses on the couch laughing. aeri is wheezing. live goes mess. jimin turns bright red and tries to play it off like “hahaha i meant like... metaphorically... like you... the fans... plural...”

[OUTRO – 6:00]

anyway. if they’re not dating, then i’m dating them. happy birthday to jimin, aespa’s leader, and certified simp. if they’re not really dating, then i’m deleting this video. but like… i’m not deleting shit. and for y/n.... go give your gf forehead kisses rn or i’ll do it first.

[hereforuconnwbb]

The Study of Us - CHAPTER 9

paige x azzi (pazzi)

au fic!

word count: 6.3k

warning: language

heyheyheyyyyy here's chap 9 !!! once again its not edited so there may be some errors so pls dismiss them 😭 but other than that i hope u guys enjoy this chapter !🫶🏽 ty for being patient and lmk what u think !!

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Azzi stepped into her dorm room, the quiet click of the door behind her grounding her again. She slipped off her shoes, set her bag down, and pulled out her phone.

Azzi: hey i made it back :)

It only took a few seconds before the reply lit up her screen.

Paige: good good

Paige: whens our next session ? 👀

Azzi smiled, thumbs tapping without much thought.

Azzi: 3 pm at the library good for u?

Paige: yep perfect

Paige: cant wait. goodnight az 💗

Azzi’s cheeks warmed.

Azzi: goodnight p 💗

She set her phone down, heart still doing little backflips, and reached into the front pocket of her bag. Her fingers closed around the 2 polaroids.

1 of Paige, mid-game and the other of them cheesing together.

Azzi crossed the room to the combo board that hung above her desk. Without thinking, she grabbed 2 push pins and pinned the polaroids neatly on the cork side of the board, side by side.

She stood there fora moment, arms loosely crossed over her chest, eyes fixed on the photos. A gentle warmth spread through her.

Her lips curved into a small, hopeful smile as she whispered softly, almost breathless,

“Please let this be real…”

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It was now just after 8 am when Paige stepped in through the side door of the facility, jacket half-zipped, airpods in, and hair slightly frizzed from rushing across campus. She was early, but only by a few minutes. Not that it mattered.

Before she could take 2 full steps toward her locker, KK and Ice appeared out of nowhere, cutting her off like they had been waiting for this moment all morning.

“Long night, Bueckers ?” Ice asked, grinning way too wide.

Paige groaned, tugging an airpod out. “You two are relentless.”

KK bumped her shoulder. “Cmon. We gave you gold last night. Eye contact. Laugh at her jokes. Casual touch. Compliments. Look at her lips. The basics. Don’t leave us hanging. Did you use any of them ?”

Paige side-eyed them, but her expression gave her away before she even opened her mouth.

“…all of them,” she mumbled.

Ice nearly choked. “All ?”

KK grabbed her arm like they’d won a bet. “You did every single one ? P you can’t just run the full playbook and not give us a highlight reel.”

Paige leaned against the locker wall, dropping her bag with a soft thud. “It was jus easy with her. I didn’t have to think about it too much. It was fun.”

That earned a knowing look from both of them.

Ice tilted her head. “So howd it go ?”

Paige hesitated. A little smile crept in. “Good. Real good.”

KK raised both brows. “What typa good we talking ?”

“The ‘I kinda didn’t want her to leave’ good.”

They stared at her, mouths opening a little, but before either could tease her again, Caroline and Aubrey walked in, water bottles in hand, catching the end of the convo.

“Did we just hear that right ?” Caroline asked, walking up and grinning. “Paige didn’t want her to leave ? ‘Her’ as in the one and only Azzi Fudd ?”

Paige groaned, dragging the hood of her jacket over her face for a second. “Why does everyone have such good timing ?”

Aubrey grinned. “Because watching you spiral is my favourite form of entertainment.”

Caroline leaned against the locker next to hers, raising an eyebrow. “So what did happen ?”

“Nothing dramatic,” Paige said, lowering her voice a bit. “We just studied. Talked. Hung out. That’s it.”

“But you liked it,” Aubrey pointed out.

Paige nodded slowly. “Yea. I like how she is with me. She doesn’t treat me like I’m the Paige Bueckers—some big deal or whatever. With her, I just feel like… me. And I don’t think I realized how rare that was until last night.”

That quieted the group for a beat.

Caroline smiled, soft and knowing. “That’s kinda sweet, not gonna lie.”

KK nudged her. “Told you she was gone.”

Aubrey nodded. “It’s been obvious for a min.”

Paige just shook her head with a small, helpless laugh.

Caroline reached into her bag, pulling out a few loose pages. “Well, I’m dropping these notes off to Azzi after practice. She let me borrow them. You want me to say anything for ya?”

Paige flushed a little. “Nono, it’s fine. I’ll see her later anyway.”

KK perked up. “Wait—when’s your next session?”

“Today,” Paige said, checking her phone. “around 3.”

Ice clapped once. “She’s not wasting time.”

Paige couldn’t stop smiling. The teasing didn’t bother her today. Not when it all felt kind of good. Kind of easy. Kind of like something real was starting.

She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and grabbed her shoes from the bottom of her bag, already counting down the hours until she’d see Azzi again.

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Practice had ended. The gym was half-empty now, just a few balls bouncing and sneakers squeaking as some of the girls wrapped up their drills or lingered in conversations. Paige had already slipped out with Ice and KK to head to their dorm.

Meanwhile, Caroline spped walked across campus, cutting through the wind until she reached Azzi’s dorm. Her bag thudded lightly against her back as she climbed the stairs, then knocked once on Azzi’s door before nudging it open.

Azzi looked up from her desk, hoodie sleeves pushed halfway to her elbows, a pencil tucked behind one ear. Her head tilted in surprise. “Oh hey. Didn’t expect you.”

Caroline girnned, holding up a few papers. “Returning what’s rightfully yours. Thanks for the notes. I owe you one.”

Azzi stood and took them, giving a warm smile. “No worries Carol.”

Caroline’s eyes wandered for a second as she walked in a little further and then landed on the polaroids pinned neatly on Azzi’s board. She blinked, stepping closer. “Woahhhh wait. Hold up…”

Azzi followed her gaze. “What ?”

Caroline leaned in, pointing. “Are these from last night ?”

Azzi’s ears immediately flushed pink. “Oh yea. We kinda messed around with my camera for a bit.”

Caroline turned, brows raised like she was seeing a plot twist in real time. “Paige didn’t say anything about polaroids at practice today !”

Azzi furrowed her brow. “Huh ? What do you mean ?”

“We were talking about last night. She got all flustered.” Caroline said, laughing. “It was actually kinda adorable.”

Azzi bit her lip to hide a smile. “She was ?”

“Yep.” Caroline pointed back at the photos. “I mean—look at tehse. You guys lowkey look like a couple.”

Azzi laughed softly under her breath, rubbing the back of her neck. “Funny. That’s… actually what she said.”

Caroline froze. “Shut up. For real ?”

Azzi nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. “Yea. We were looking at one of them, and she kinda said it without thinking. I think she was surprised I didn’t freak out.”

Caroline sat herself on the edge of Azzi’s bed, pulling her legs up. “Ok, and how did you feel about it ?”

Azzi hesitated. Her eyes dropped to the desk, then back to the photos. “Honestly ? I liked it. Last night was… different. But in a really good way. I didn’t think I’d ever feel like that with someone. Not this soon. Not with her.”

Caroline’s expression softened. “You like her, right ?”

Azzi’s voice dropped. “Yea. I really do. I just didn’t plan for any of this. But she’s just… Paige. And when it’s just the two of us, she’s so real. Funny. Thoughtful. She doesn’t hide anything from me.”

“You don’t need to plan this kind of stuff,” Caroline said gently. “You’re already doing it. And for what it’s worth ? Paige likes you. A lot.”

Azzi’s brows lifted, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “She said that?”

“Not in so many words,” Caroline grinned. “But trust me. She was practically glowing this morning. She talked about how easy it felt. That you made her feel like herself. That’s big for Paige.”

Azzi exhaled, heart tightening in that warm, nervous way. “I don’t even know what to do next.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Caroline said simply. “Just keep being you. Let it happen naturally. You guys already have something good. When the time’s right, it’ll grow into whatever it’s meant to be.”

Azzi nodded, quietly taking that in. Her eyes flicked again to the polaroids.

She smiled, almost shyly. “Yea. Ok.”

And for the first time in a long time, that thought didn’t scare her either.

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Caroline had left a while ago.

Azzi hadn’t moved much since. She just sat quietly on the edge of her bed, her eyes drifting every so often to the board and those polaroids. The room felt still, like it was holding space for something she wasn’t ready to name out loud yet.

She replayed Caroline’s words in her head again and again.

She likes you. A lot.

Just keep being you.

Let it happen naturally.

Azzi’s lips curved into a soft smile as she pulled her knees in and rested her chin on them. When her phone buzzed, she glanced at the screen and the name that appeared made something in her chest ease, like a little calm she hadn’t known she’d needed.

Paige: heyyyy az

Paige: im bored asf

Azzi bit back a grin and shifted, stretching out her legs before replying.

Azzi: hi bored asf

Azzi: im azzi

Paige: bro 😑

Paige: dont start

Paige: that was the worst dad joke ive ever walked into

Azzi: u literally walked into it

Azzi: i js opened the door

Paige: nah u held the door open nd smiled like a menace😔

Azzi chuckled softly, typing slower this time.

Azzi: maybe i js like seeing you flustered 🙃

There was a pause. She stared at her phone, suddenly second-guessing. Then:

Paige: …ok wait

Paige: that was lwk flirty 

Paige: r u flirting w me right now ??😏

Azzi: i mean

Azzi: if i was, would u flirt back ?

Another pause. Then:

Paige: hmmmmmm depends

Paige: how good are u at it ???

Azzi: guess u will have to find out ;)

Azzi stared at the screen, heart racing. She hadn’t even meant to say that—it just came out. But she didn’t want to take it back either. Paige’s response came a moment later.

Paige: damn ok smooth az 😮‍💨

Paige: i see u

Paige: ngl that kinda caught me off guard BAHSHHASHAHSHA

Paige: but like in a good way obv

Azzi smiled, nervous but warm. She adjusted her hoodie sleeves and sat up straighter.

Azzi: soooooooo

Azzi: i was actually gonna ask

Azzi: would u be cool if we did our session at my dorm instead of the library tdy ?

Paige: yea fs

Paige: honestly the library lighting gives me a headache

Azzi: same

Azzi: also if u r not doing anything right now u could come early

Azzi: we dont have to study right away… js hang out for a bit ?

Paige: wait fr ?

Azzi: yea

Azzi: unless u r busy being bored somewhere else

Paige: im at kk and ice’s dorm and they deadass just fell asleep mid movie

Paige: ive been laying here staring at the ceiling like a dumbass waiting for someone to save me

Azzi: welp ure in luck

Azzi: im starting to get impatient 🙄

Paige: omw now

Paige: dont do anything interesting without me

Azzi: got it

Azzi: saving all the excitement for the person arriving in aprox 10 mins

Paige: u better not be too boring by then

Paige: im sacrificing a potential prime nap time here

Azzi: no pressure or anything

Paige: ok maybe a lil pressure

Paige: but dw u will survive

Azzi covered her face with one hand, trying not to bounce her legs like a kid. She failed.

Azzi: im leaving mu door unlocked so hurry up

Azzi: or i will have to start entertaining myself again

Paige: okok 

Paige: see u soon 

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There was a soft knock, followed by the familiar creak of the door easing open.

Azzi looked up just in time to see Paige poke her head in, hair slightly tousled, jacket hanging halfway off one shoulder, eyes crinkled in amusement. “Permission to enter this fine establishment ?”

Azzi raised a brow, deadpan. “You’re already inside.”

Paige stepped all the way in, letting the door close behind her. “Just trying to be polite, sheesh.”

Azzi smiled, standing up from the bed. “Well, now that you’re here…”

Before Paige could respond, she caught a glimpse of the board in front of Azzi’s desk and her feet paused mid-step.

The polaroids from last night.

Azzi hadn’t scattered them randomly. They were pinned with care, just above where her textbooks sat.

Paige’s lips tugged into a smile. She looked down, cheeks warming. She didn’t say anything. Didn’t have to.

Azzi had already crossed to her mini freezer, pulled something out, and tossed it lightly in Paige’s direction. “Catch.”

Paige fumbled, nearly dropping it. When she looked down at what she was holding, her eyes lit up.

“Bro, is this—” she gasped, clutching the bag like it was a rare artifact. “You got tru fru again ?”

Azzi grinned. “I had a feeling you’d need a bribe.”

“I’d die for you,” Paige said. She immediately launched herself into a dramatic hug, arms tight around Azzi. “Like actually. You don’t understand. This saved my whole day.”

Azzi stumbled slightly, laughing as she hugged her back and tried not to get crushed. “It’s literally just frozen fruit. Relax.”

“No,” Paige said firmly, still swaying them side to side. “It’s love. It’s loyalty. It’s treasure.”

Azzi snorted. “You are so dramatic.”

“Correct,” Paige said, totally unashamed, letting go of Azzi before flopping onto the edge of her bed like she owned it. She popped a piece of tru fru in her mouth and raised an eyebrow. “Wanna chill here ? We could start the ‘session’ anytime,” she added with air quotes and a mischievous grin.

Azzi rolled her eyes and gave her a light slap on the arm, laughing. “Keep it classy, Paige.”

Paige just smirked. “Never been classy a day in my life.”

She leaned back, completely at home, and Azzi sat down beside her, their shoulders brushing. After a beat, Paige casually draped an arm around Azzi’s shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. Azzi blinked, surprised for half a second then quietly leaned her head against Paige’s shoulder.

The moment settled between them, soft and unspoken. Paige tilted her head slightly, letting her cheek rest on top of Azzi’s head. Azzi pulled out her phone and opened tiktok without a word, scrolling slowly.

They stayed like that, tucked into each other with Paige putting pieces of tru fru in her mouth, Azzi pretending not to notice when she laughed too loud at dumv videos. Neither of them said anything about how fast their hearts were racing because they didn’t need to.

Azzi kept scrolling until she stopped on a video that made her laugh under her breath. “Ok, wait. This one’s perfect.”

Paige peeked at the screen, still munching on tru fru. “What is it ?”

“It’s this pronunciation challenge filter thingy,” Azzi said, tilting the phone toward her. On-screen, a couple was taking turns trying to pronounce words, failing miserably. “I wanna see you do it.”

Paige squinted. “You just wanna laugh at me aye”

“Yes,” Azzi said shamelessly. “absolutely.”

Paige rolled her eyes but grinned. “Fine. If I perish, scatter the flashcards around me like rose petals.”

Azzi leaned the phone back toward her and hit record.

anthropomorphism

Paige blinked. “Anthra—anthro—morphi—shit—”

Azzi was already giggling.

“Anthro…pomoroph…ism. Ism ? Fuck. Anthro-pomo-riff—this is not a word.”

Azzi wheezed. “That’s not even close.”

“Ok, your turn nerd. Let’s see it.”

Azzi smirked and cleared her throat. “Anthropomorphism.”

Paige’s jaw dropped. “Bruh, ok first of all, what the actual hell.”

“I’m sorry,” Azzi said through a smug smile. “I study, remember?”

Paige narrowed her eyes. “You’re too annoying to be smart. That should be illegal.”

Azzi just laughed as the next word appeared.

otorhinolaryngologist

Paige squinted. “What the actual fuck ? Otto-rhino—larry—goat ?”

Azzi completely lost it, falling sideways into Paige’s chest with laughter. “Larry goat ?!”

“Tell me that’s not what it says !” Paige protested. “Otto-rhino-lary-go—NOPE. Nope. I’m out. This is fake.”

Azzi pulled herself upright, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “Otorhinolaryngologist,” she said effortlessly.

“I hate you,” Paige muttered, taking another tru fru like she deserved it.

Azzi rested her head back on Paige’s shoulder, still chuckling. “You’re trying your best.”

“My best peaked in high school,” Paige said solemnly. “Now I survive on muscle memory and personality alone.”

synecdoche

Paige read it aloud. “Sin-uh…sid-nuh…sick-nuh…nah. No.”

Azzi started shaking from laughing so hard.

“Cyn-eh…dookie ?” Paige tried.

Azzi doubled over. “I’m never recovering from that. Cyn-e-dookie ?!”

Paige groaned. “Ok, what the hell is that word even for ? Who says that ?”

Azzi leaned heavier against her, calming down enough to say, “It’s pronounced synecdoche.”

“Bruh, that’s not how it’s spelled.”

“English is chaos,” Azzi laughed as the next word popped up from behind.

floccinaucinihilipilification

Paige stared at the screen. “You’re fucking with me.”

Azzi burst out laughing before Paige even tried.

“Flock-sin-nock-silly-nilly…fuckification,” Paige said, dead serious.

Azzi let out a laugh. “That was so wrong.”

Paige collapsed back onto the bed. “You know what, I’m done. I quit life.”

Azzi wiped her eyes. “You sounded like you were casting a spell.”

“I was,” Paige said. “Trying to summon dignity. It didn’t work.”

They were still tucked into each other, laughter slowly giving way to grins and lingering looks. Azzi was glowing, cheeks pink from laughing, eyes bright. Paige watched her quietly for a second, then leaned her cheek more firmly against the top of Azzi’s head.

“I can’t pronounce a single word on earth,” she murmured. “But at least I make you laugh.”

Azzi smiled without looking up. “Yea. That’s my favorite part.”

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Their laughter eventually faded into soft giggles and breathless sighs, the kind that left their cheeks aching in the best way. 

There was a moment where they didn’t speak. Just shared air and that subtle electricity that always seemed to crackle in the quiet between them. Paige shifted onto her side with a sigh, cheek resting against the soft blanket. Her fingers brushed Azzi’s knee without really thinking.

“Hey,” she mumbled.

Azzi glanced down, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yea ?”

“You ever think about… like, what kind of person you’d actually want to end up with ?” Paige asked, voice casual in that forced kind of way.

Azzi blinked, caught off guard. “Hmmmmm” She stretched out her legs and shifted slightly, pressing the side of her phone to turn off. “Yea. Sometimes.”

Her eyes flicked up to Azzi’s. “What kind of person is that ?”

Azzi didn’t answer right away. She looked thoughtful, lips pursed slightly, gaze drifting up toward the ceiling.

“I guess…” She drew in a soft breath. “Someone who’s honest. Not just, like, truth-telling honest. But the kind of honest where they know who they are. Or at least want to. Someone who’s real, even when it’s messy.”

Paige was quiet, eyes soft as she watched her.

Azzi smiled faintly, a little embarrassed. “I don’t really care if they’re loud or quiet or funny or shy. Just… someone who shows up. Who stays even when things aren’t perfect.”

“That’s pre rare,” Paige said, her voice quieter now.

“Yea,” Azzi agreed. “But I think that’s kind of the point.”

Paige shifted again, carefully until her head was resting on Azzi’s thigh. She didn’t say anything about it, and Azzi didn’t either. She just adjusted a little, curling her fingers absently into Paige’s hair like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“What about you ?” Azzi asked eventually, her voice low, almost hesitant. “What kind of person do you look for ?”

Paige closed her eyes for a beat, not because she was tired but because the question felt heavier when it came from Azzi.

“I used to think I had a type,” she said. “Like… people who were cool, confident, maybe a little bold. People who didn’t hesitate.”

Azzi hummed, fingers threading gently through blonde strands.

“But now I think I just want someone who makes me feel safe. Like I can be the loudest version of myself or the quietest, and they’d still get me. Someone I can be stupid around without feeling stupid. Someone who doesn’t look at me like I’m always supposed to be this… thing.”

Azzi’s hand slowed for a second, but she didn’t stop.

Paige gave a small shrug against her leg. “I don’t know if that makes sense.”

“It does,” Azzi said softly. “A lot.”

There was another pause.

Paige’s voice turned playful again, trying to lighten the mood. “Ok, well. What are your red flags ? Gimme the deets.”

Azzi laughed under her breath. “Alright. Ummmmmm… people who lie just to avoid hard stuff. Or people who pretend to care but actually just want something from you. That thing where someone’s really charming but mean to strangers? That’s a no.”

Azzi glanced down at her. “What about you ?”

“People who want me for what I do, not who I am,” Paige said immediately. “Or people who make me feel like I have to tone it down just to be liked. Like I have to shrink.”

Azzi nodded, her touch soft. “Yea.”

“And people who act like love means ownership,” Paige said after a moment, her voice quieter. “Like you stop being your own person just because someone’s with you. I can’t stand that.”

Azzi’s fingers slowed again, brushing more gently through Paige’s hair. “Yea… like love should never make you feel caged.”

Paige gave a small nod, eyes still on the ceiling. “Exactly. I wanna feel chosen. Not claimed.”

Azzi was quiet for a beat, her fingertips still moving, a little more careful now. “Chosen,” she echoed softly. “That’s a good word for it.”

Another beat passed. Paige let out a long sigh, sinking a little deeper into the softness beneath her. “Ok, green flags. Go.”

Azzi smiled. “Patience. I think that’s underrated. People who actually listen. People who aren’t trying to win the conversation, just be in it. You ?”

Paige smiled to herself, eyes still closed. “People who laugh with you, not at you.”

Azzi hummed in agreement. “People who make you feel lighter just by being there.”

Paige reached up to nudge Azzi’s wrist gently with her fingers. “You’re good at this.”

Azzi smiled down at her. “So are you.”

A comfortable silence followed, stretching long and unbothered.

After a while, Azzi asked quietly, “You ever… fall for someone you never thought you would ?”

Paige’s heart skipped. She opened her eyes slowly, gaze fixed on the far wall.

“Like… someone who wasn’t on the radar at all,” Azzi added, playing it off like a passing curiosity. “But they just… I guess sneak in.”

Paige swallowed.

“Yea,” she said, voice steady even if the rest of her wasn’t. “Yea, I think that happens more than people admit.”

Azzi nodded, not saying anything else. Her fingers traced through Paige’s hair, gentle and rhythmic, like she was soothing herself just as much as she was Paige.

Eventually, the quiet settled into something warm, and Paige gave a small, reluctant sigh.

“We should probably start the sesh,” she mumbled, though she made no move to get up.

Azzi chuckled. “Yea… probably.”

Another beat passed before Paige finally sat up, slow and a little stiff from lying there so long. She rubbed at her eyes, then glanced over at Azzi with a crooked smile.

“Ok. Desk time. Let’s go.”

Azzi stretched her arms overhead, then slid off the bed, already heading toward her desk. 

Paige grabbed her notebook and laptop from her bag and followed, dragging her chair over so it was close beside Azzi’s. They both settled in, side by side, shoulders almost brushing.

They opened their laptops, flipped through notes, and began to work—quiet, focused, and still somehow wrapped up in the feeling of before.

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Hours later, the glow of Azzi’s desk lamp cast shadows across their notes, now messy with scribbles and highlighter smudges. 

Azzi leaned back in her chair, stretching until her spine cracked with a satisfying pop. “Alright, that’s probably enough brainwork for the day,” she said, closing her laptop with a soft thud. “You’ve officially survived another session.”

Paige groaned, letting her head fall dramatically onto her notebook. “Barely. I deserve a trophy or something.”

Azzi laughed, nudging Paige’s arm. “Hey… you hungry ?”

Paige blinked up at her. “Starving.”

Azzi stood and padded over to her phone. “Wanna stay for dinner? I was just gonna order pizza and, like… hot chips or something.”

Paige sat up straighter, grinning. “Yeah, sure. Sounds good.”

Azzi opened the food app, but before she could tap anything, Paige slid over and gently nudged her arm. “Wait—my treat. You’ve been tutoring me for hours.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “Paige—”

“Nope,” Paige said firmly, already pulling out her phone. “Let me do it.”

Azzi gave her a soft look, then relented with a quiet smile. “Alright. If you insist.”

“Already done,” Paige said, grinning as she hit the order button on her phone as she wandered toward the kitchen counter, still smiling to herself. She heard Azzi step in beside her, casually pulling open a cabinet.

“So,” Azzi said, with a mischievous look in her eye, “wanna bake cookies while we wait ?”

Paige’s head snapped toward her. “Seriously ?”

Azzi grinned. “Seriously. I’ve got chocolate chips and everything.”

Paige clapped once. “God, yes. This is like, elite night-in behaviour.”

What followed was pure, unfiltered chaos.

Flour dusted the counter and somehow Paige’s shirt, chocolate chips ended up in their mouths more than the bowl, and they kept bumping into each other in the cramped kitchen. Paige tried to crack an egg one-handed and got the shell everywhere. Azzi nearly dropped the hand mixer. They dissolved into laughter more than once, leaning into each other like it was second nature.

At one point, Azzi ducked back into her room and returned holding her polaroid camera. She set it on the counter beside the mixing bowl. “In case you wanna capture the mess,” she said with a shrug, a little smile curling at her lips. “Go for it.”

Paige didn’t need more encouragement.

She started snapping shots—Azzi mid-sentence with flour on her cheek, another one of her reaching for a spoon with a concentrated frown. Azzi retaliated by taking one of Paige making a face while licking batter off her finger.

“Hold still,” Azzi said through a laugh, snapping a shot of Paige trying to balance a chocolate chip on her nose.

They posed and giggled and got nothing done efficiently, but it was perfect.

Eventually, the tray of cookie dough went into the oven. Azzi set a timer and wiped her hands on a dish towel.

Right then, the door buzzed.

They set up plates and pulled open the greasy box, grabbing slices and munching between easy conversation and checking on the cookies every few minutes. 

Once the timer went off, they ran to the oven.

Azzi carefully pulled out the tray, a wave of warm, sugary smell filling the kitchen.

Paige raised Azzi's camera. “Don’t move.”

Azzi looked up, surprised, just as Paige snapped a photo—Azzi smiling softly, tray in her hands, dimples deep and eyes glowing in the oven light.

“I’m keeping this one,” Paige said, holding up the developing photo with a grin.

Azzi blushed instantly, eyes flicking away. “You’re such a sap.”

“And yet,” Paige said, “you love it.”

Azzi rolled her eyes fondly and handed off the tray. “Alright, my turn. Get over there.”

Paige posed the same way, holding the warm tray, hair slightly messy, her smile big.

Azzi took the photo and looked at it as it developed. “I’m keeping this one.”

Paige tilted her head. “Yea ?”

Azzi smiled, just a little. “Yea.��

They stood there for a second, quiet and warm in the soft light.

Then Azzi held up the camera again. “Okok. One together.”

Paige’s face lit up. She grabbed 2 cookies from the tray and popped 1 halfway into her mouth. Before Azzi could react, Paige leaned in and held the other cookie up to Azzi’s mouth like she was feeding her.

Azzi blinked, surprised, then grinned and took a bite as she pressed the button.

Click.

The flash went off, catching both of them laughing closely with the cookies in their mouth.

They looked at each other after, still smiling.

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The hours slipped by unnoticed.

Now the sky outside was dark. Inside, the kitchen was quiet again, save for the soft clink of plates being set aside and the occasional crunch of a chip being stolen from the half-empty box between them.

Azzi and Paige had migrated to the couch—Azzi first, flopping sideways with a sigh, and Paige soon after, carrying the wire rack of cookies like treasure and dropping beside her.

The pizza box sat open on the table, 2 untouched slices left, the rest devoured. The cookies were cooling now, golden and cracked just right on top, their smell still warm in the air. The camera sat beside them, a handful of photos scattered like little frozen memories. Paige glanced at them occasionally, unable to stop smiling.

Azzi’s feet were tucked under her, a throw blanket crumpled around her hips. Paige had taken one of the couch cushions hostage, hugging it to her chest, shoulder nearly brushing Azzi’s. The soft lamplight behind them painted everything gold and slow and safe.

For a while, neither of them spoke. Just sat there, full and relaxed, letting the quiet settle around them like a shared breath.

Then Azzi broke it, her voice soft. “This was fun.”

Paige looked over. “Yea. Like… surprisingly fun. You know, for a tutoring session turned flour explosion.”

Azzi smiled to herself, staring at the wire rack. “I don’t usually do stuff like this with people.”

That made Paige pause. “Like baking ?”

“Like… all of it,” Azzi said, a little quieter. “Letting someone in. Being goofy. Relaxing. I don’t know. I just… don’t usually feel like I can.”

Paige let her head fall back against the couch. “Yea. I get that.”

She didn’t elaborate right away. She didn’t need to. Azzi turned slightly toward her, knees drawing up a little.

“I guess,” Paige continued, after a second, “people always expect me to be a certain way. Like I’m supposed to always have it together. Be chill. Be… unbothered, or whatever. Even when I’m completely the opposite.” She huffed a breath. “It’s exhausting.”

Azzi nodded slowly. “I know what that’s like. Except for me, it’s not about being chill. It’s more like… people see me as the ‘smart girl’ or whatever. The student-tutor. The reliable one. Always thinking. Always calm. And I am, most of the time. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get overwhelmed. Or lonely.”

That word—lonely—hung in the air between them.

Paige blinked at it, quiet.

“…Me too,” she admitted.

Azzi didn’t look surprised. Just sad in a quiet, understanding way. She shifted, angling her body more toward Paige, their knees almost touching now.

“I think that’s why I like being around you,” Azzi said after a moment. “It doesn’t feel like I have to be anything. I can just… exist.”

Paige turned her head, eyes meeting hers. “Yea,” she said, voice soft. “Same. With you, I don’t feel like I have to perform. Or make everything a joke. You make me feel—” She cut off, pressing her lips together, trying to get the next part right. “You make me feel like I’m enough. Even when I’m kind of a mess.”

Azzi’s face softened, her expression unreadable for a second. “You are enough, Paige.”

The words landed somewhere deep.

Paige exhaled slowly. Her hand, resting on the couch cushion between them, was close to Azzi’s. Their pinkies were a breath apart. Paige glanced down.

And then, without really thinking she let her pinky shift.

It brushed against Azzi’s. Barely.

Azzi stilled.

Neither of them moved. Just that single point of contact, impossibly light. Almost shy.

Then Paige curled her pinky around Azzi’s. Gently. A hook. A question.

Azzi didn’t pull away.

Instead, she let her pinky curl back, a subtle mirror. A yes.

They didn’t look at each other right away. It was like they both knew if they did, something might tip over. Something that neither of them was ready to name.

Instead, Paige stared at their hands. Their pinkies, linked like a secret.

“You know,” she said quietly, “I think you might be my favorite person.”

Azzi looked at her then. Not with surprise. With something warmer. Deeper. A soft exhale. “You’re mine too,” she said, no hesitation.

And that was it.

Just quiet.

Paige let out a quiet breath, her gaze still lingering on their linked pinkies before she shifted it to Azzi’s face. “You know, I really like the way you explain things. Like… with the basketball terms. It makes all the… complicated stuff feel way less scary.”

Azzi’s lips twitched into a small smile. “I figured if I couldn’t make it fun, you’d never survive.”

Paige laughed softly, eyes bright. “No, seriously. You break it down like it’s a game plan—step by step, play by play. Makes it easier for me to follow.”

“That’s the whole point,” Azzi said, her voice warm and steady.

Paige glanced at the clock on the wall and blinked. “Wow. It’s late. I should probably head out in, like, ten mins.” She sat up a little straighter but didn’t pull away; their pinkies were still hooked, small but significant.

Azzi’s eyes flicked to the clock, then back to Paige with a soft, knowing look. “Ten minutes, huh ?”

“Yea,” Paige said with a small smile. “Just enough time to get comfortable before I go.”

Without breaking eye contact, Paige let her hand slide slowly from the couch cushion up to Azzi’s back, fingers brushing lightly beneath the blanket. Azzi’s breath caught softly, and she shifted closer, wrapping an arm around Paige’s waist.

The linked pinkies parted as Paige’s hand traced gentle circles on Azzi’s back. Their bodies pressed closer together, and Paige leaned her cheek against Azzi’s temple, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric.

Azzi’s ears picked up the quickening rhythm of Paige’s heartbeat, thumping steadily against her side.

A small smile played on Azzi’s lips, quiet and unspoken.

Paige felt the subtle curve of Azzi’s smile against her and it made her chest tighten.

Her mind flickered with hesitation, the voice of reason pushing to pull away. But instead, she closed her eyes for a moment, then tilted her head just slightly and pressed a lingering, tender kiss to Azzi’s temple.

Azzi didn’t say anything but just held her a little tighter.

And Paige could feel the soft warmth of her smile, a quiet reassurance in the stillness of the night.

—--------------------------------------

The ten minutes passed too quickly.

Paige didn’t move at first. She stayed curled into Azzi’s side, fingers still tracing gentle paths beneath the blanket. But the clock ticked forward and eventually she sighed, a low, reluctant sound that stirred the silence.

“I should go,” she murmued, though her body made no effort to follow through.

Azzi gave the smallest nod, her arm still looped around Paige’s waist, thumb brushing there absentmindedly. “Yea,” she said quietly. “Ok.”

They both moved slowly, like the moment might disappear if they rushed it. Paige sat up first, her body reluctant to leave the warmth they’d built. Azzi followed, blanket sliding down her lap. Paige reached over the table and picked up 2 polaroids she’d taken earlier—1 of Azzi holding the tray of cookies and another of flour streaked across Azzi's cheek.

Paige stared at them for a beat, her lips twitching into a quiet smile. 

Azzi leaned in to glance at them, her shoulder brushing Paige’s. “I look ridiculous.”

“You look perfect,” Paige said before she could stop herself, then added quickly, “In, like… a photogenic kind of way.”

Azzi’s smile turned shy but pleased, and she ducked her head a little.

They walked to the door together, neither speaking. The hallway light was dimmer, the air cooler, but neither of them noticed much. At the door, Paige turned to face Azzi again, her bag slung over her shoulder, the polaroids tucked safely inside.

“Thanks for tonight,” she said. “I know it was supposed to be mainly tutoring, but… it turned into something better.”

Azzi didn’t respond with words. She just stepped in and wrapped her arms around Paige, slow and certain.

Paige inhaled softly at the contact, then melted into it, arms slipping around Azzi’s waist. 1 hand settled flat on her back, the other rising instinctively to curl around her side. Azzi’s face tucked into the crook of Paige’s neck, and they stood there like that, holding each other, the hug stretching long and full of things neither of them quite knew how to say.

Paige’s fingers brushed gently along Azzi’s spine, slow and reverent. Her cheek pressed against Azzi’s hair. Azzi’s hands found the back of Paige’s neck, fingertips warm and grounding.

And then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, Paige dipped her head and kissed Azzi’s temple again.

No hesitation this time. Just a soft, lingering press of lips to skin—familiar now, like a promise.

Azzi’s hands tightened slightly in response, her breath catching just enough to be felt, not heard.

When they finally pulled back, it was slow. Careful. Like neither of them really wanted to.

“Goodnight Az” Paige said, a little breathless, eyes lingering on Azzi’s.

“Goodnight P” Azzi replied, her voice just as quiet.

They were both blushing—neither bothering to hide it. Just standing there, in the soft hush of the hallway, hearts full, cheeks warm, something new and real unfolding between them.

Paige gave one last small smile as she walked out into the hallway.

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[riki-dazed]

Best friends can kiss, right? -- PART 1

3:00 AM -- Finding Hope · part 2 · fluff · wc: 792

"I'm so tired," You sigh, watching Riki search for another song on the computer that he's currently sat in front of.

The both of you had spent the last couple of hours together in his personal studio, turning the tight space into a full blown karaoke room. All that you hoped for tonight was that no one would come knocking at the door, considering that Riki already had to sneak you into the company building.

Your body falls backwards against your sofa, yes, your sofa. The tiny, barely-seats-two one that Riki had cramped into the corner of his studio, just so you'd have somewhere to sit, or sleep on, when you'd visit him. You loved that about your best friend the most, his overly thoughtful and sweet nature. To Riki, your comfort and happiness has always been at the top of his priorities list.

Your gaze stays on Riki as you watch him scroll through one of his spotify playlists, your head resting on your arms in which are slumped over an armrest. Eliciting a hum of approval, he finally decides on a song after a few moments. The slow, soft melody that engulfs the space causes your eyes to flutter closed. It was a familiar sound, one of your favorites. You hear your best friend humming along to the tune, the sound of his soft tone further pushing you into a sleepy trace. It's about time the both of you finally took a second to calm down, to breathe.

Baby, it's three AM, had you on my mind...

"Here," A deep voice cuts you out of your trance, you blink your eyes open, "Lean on me, it's comfier,"

You glance over your shoulder towards the direction where the voice was coming from, suddenly finding Riki's body sat beside yours on the little sofa. You give him a small smile as you pick yourself up and off the uncomfortable armrest, you nuzzle yourself into his side. His body's warm, the fabric of his hoodie soft against the skin on your face.

He smells good, too.

"We should probably go home soon," You murmur against him, your eyes closing shut yet again. Who knows what the time must be, though, you're too comfortable and cozy to even care about it at the moment.

"Later," The boy beside you replies, his voice barely above a whisper as his hand snakes its way around to the side of your waist. He pulls you into him.

You nestle closer into Riki, enjoying the warmth of his embrace, and the comfort of his presence. Every other irrelevant thought within your mind fades away as you focus on the soft music playing through the speakers. The feeling of contentment envelops the both of you.

Cause baby, if I find a way, I'm sure of it, this love won't stray...

"..just give me a chance to say I love you, and I need you, now are you here to stay," Riki sings along quietly, his deep voice is as soft and as smooth as a cloud.

Despite the late hour, you have nowhere else that you would rather be than right here.

Wanting you more and more, I can't help but think of what we could be...

Without a single thought behind your actions, the lyrics suddenly cause you to lift your head off him. As you meet Riki's gaze, you find yourself getting lost within his sharp eyes, seeing a reflection of the emotions swirling within your own chest. Neither of you exchange a single word, yet a silent understanding engulfs the space between the both of your bodies, a mutual recognition of something unspoken, yet deeply felt. You feel the weight of the lyrics echoe within your mind, and stomach, in the form of a hundred butterflies.

As you continue to scan your best friend's face, you see a vulnerability in his expression. It's as if he's laying bare his soul before you, offering you a glimpse into his unspoken feelings.

"This feels dangerously intimate," You murmur out of the blue, the sudden seriousness had caused you to almost start feeling awkward. You and Riki were barely ever a serious pair when together, you needed to lighten the mood somehow..

Riki can't help but shake his head over your sudden remark, he lets a chuckle escape his lips. You smile at his heartwarming reaction, yet you can't shake the feeling that had just engulfed you moments prior.

You can't help but realize that perhaps the both of you had been dancing around the edges of something more profound than mere friendship.

"Best friends can kiss, right?"

Your eyes grow wide as Riki catches you completely off guard with his sudden question, your smile drops off your face.

...

Copyright © 2024 riki-dazed. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED | Do NOT edit, copy, translate or repost any of my work without permission.

[14dayswithyou]

💖 Day 3.5 is now available! 💖

For the last couple of months, only Server Boosters had access to the 3.5 update... Buuuuut now it's available for everyone to play in the 14DWY Discord — and soon itch.io once I'm happy with the QA and state of the game — so please don't feel pressured to join unless you want to!!

The full devlog + even more screenshots are under the cut ^^

What's been added to the 3.5 version?

📺 Streamer Mode!

I've been told that it's difficult to stream and monetise age-restricted videos on YouTube and Twitch, so I added an option to remove the sexual content and strong language used in the demo.

Now y'all can invite Ren into your bed for cuddles without putting your streamer career on the line /silly /lh

This won't affect the 18+ rating or dark themes/elements of the game, however! Although Streamer Mode will prevent you from seeing any "gruesome" CGs in the future, most of the core elements of the game will still be tied to the choices and decisions you make. So you won't miss out on the overall experience by using streamer mode!!

⚙️ Custom Pronouns!

It only took me one entire year to get around to it, but you can finally choose your own preferred pronouns (or use a set of pronouns instead)... At the cost of being able to change them mid-game ^^;

Since the original pronoun screen wouldn't update until a new scene was displayed, I temporarily disabled the feature. But once I find a workaround, I'll bring it back!

💗 Choose how others perceive you!

You can now choose how the cast and narration perceive you! Originally, the narration was kept strictly gender-neutral (outside of pronouns and genitalia picked by the player), but this will soon change in future updates.

For more clarity: you don't get to choose the words specifically, but you can choose between masculine, feminine, and androgynous terms!

📋 Separate top and bottom genitalia!

You can now choose your tatas and pps separately! >:3

Alongside that, you can also choose your preferred body type!

I removed the "both" genitalia option because a few players still assumed it was an obscure version of "intersex". That wasn't my intention and I don't want to mislead anyone, so I took it out for now ^^;

I also didn't want to include a screenshot of the new genitalia choices in action (because it's NSFW), so y'all get the same character menu screen for the nth time instead lmao

📱 Relationship Screen Overhaul!

You can now change your own status for more immersion, and long-term Server Boosters will eventually be able to submit and use their own icon within the game as well!

Stalking finding your friends has now become easier by using "Buddy Maps"; a new app that allows you to see the location of all the cast members!

I want to offer players more incentive to check the relationship screen since they tend to miss the status updates, so hopefully this might help ;v;

It also says it "updates every few hours" so folks don't go overboard and check every 5 seconds to see where Ren is gdsghf (also keep in mind that he's a hacker lol)

🖤 Additional Scenes Update!

Day 2 received a brand new CG!!!!! Originally, I planned on only adding a few CGs sporadically throughout the game, but it didn't feel right to leave Day 2 so... empty... so I added a brand new CG to (hopefully) make things feel more balanced and natural!

If you decline Teo's offer on Day 3, Leon will now call and try to convince you to reconsider. However, players are still allowed to decline, and if they do, they'll reach a dead end.

After listening to feedback on itch, I changed some of the dialogue during Days 1-3 to make it seem more consistent! They're only small changes though, so it's honestly not worth looking for sdgjssga

🎶 Updated BGM and SFX!

I wanted to try out a different style of music to see if it fits the vibe of 14DWY more! The BGM features more acoustics to suit the "beachy" theme of Corland Bay, though I made a conscious effort to include piano elements as well to stay true to the original!!

I figured it'd be better to give players a live example before I make a poll (to see if they prefer the change or not) and publish it to Itch.

Some new SFX have also been added, though it's very minimal and honestly not that noticeable.

How to download and play the update?

(warning: clicking on the following links will open Discord!!) To download the Day 3.5 update, simply join the 14DWY Discord server, verify your age, and visit the "14dwy-updates" channel!

Alternatively, you can also wait until the update is publicly released on Itch to play it as well!! (It normally gets released shortly after a round of QA testing/getting feedback from the server, though I may release it earlier if I feel like it hehe ^^)

Enjoy!!

[hee0soo]

Sleepless Nights

Pairing — Husband!Kim Hongjoong x afabWife!Reader

Summary — You gladly sacrifice anything for your kids and with a Husband like Hongjoong you couldn't feel happier if you tried....

Genre — fluff

AU/Trope Info — Idol!Au, SliceofLifeAu

Wordcount — 0.7k

Warnings — none

Rating — sfw

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

Before you had your children you had been a heavy sleeper. You were sure that a bomb could have exploded right next to you and you wouldn’t have woken up.

It had helped when Hongjoong was still actively promoting, sneaking in and out of your bedroom at the most atrocious of times without you so much as stirring buried underneath your blankets.

Now though, with a 3 and 1 year old in the house, even the spider spinning her web in the corner of the room could probably wake you!

And so it was no surprised that even the slightest noise leaving your sons mouth in the middle of the night had you sitting upright and ready to get up if your husbands hand on your hand hadn’t stopped you before you could.

“Go back to sleep, I’ll check on him.” Hongjoongs rough from sleep voice cut through the darkness. You felt the mattress shift when he got up and rested back against your pillows, not quite ready to go back to sleep before you weren’t sure that Ha-joon was safely back in slumberland.

Tethering on the border to fall asleep while waiting, you thought about those past few years. From the moment you proposed to Hongjoong, because doing it the normal way was boring, to Hongjoong holding your hand while waiting for the pregnancy test result and promising you th whatever would happen, you would do it together and the birth of your babies.

Joon-hee’s bright personality that Hongjoong had joked was more like her uncle Woo’s then his own and Ha-joon who was showing signs of starting to walk already while babbling happily to everyone who would hear it and entertain him. The fact that Hongjoong had immediately put his career on hold all those years ago to be with his family, making him able to experience every up and down with you caused your heart to soar.

“Is he okay?” you mumbled when you heard the door open again.

“Just lost his paci for the moment. However, I also found this little lady wandering the halls.”

You opened an eye and saw the shadow of your husband with a clingy Joon-hee attached to his front.

The little girl reached her small arms out to you, crawling into your open arms upon being sat down on the mattress before Hongjoong crawled back in bed.

“Mama…” The girl whined and hid her face in your sleepshirt.

“What’s wrong baby? Why aren’t you sleeping for mama?” you hummed into the soft curls on her head.

Hongjoong, a gentle smile on his face that you couldn’t see in the dark of the night, listened attentively.

“Bad dreamies! The sockie mons’er came and wanna eat my feetsies!”

Ah yes, the unfailable fantasy of your oldest baby that even came to hunt her dreams. Joon-hee was a dreamer, always in her head, living out the wildest storys when not whirling around like a fire cracker and it was no surprise by now that sometimes nightmares were full of that too.

“Oh, we can’t have that, don’t we ladybug? Gonna save the feetsies from the evil sock monster with mama and appa!” Hongjoong gasped out and tickled her sides to make her laugh and forget the horror of her dream. The girl reacted instantly, giggling at her fathers antics before settling down between you both.

“Mama ‘n appa protec’ me?” she asked with a sleepy pout and received 2 kisses from you and him to each chubby cheek.

“Always, ladybug.” Hongjoong promised her.

“N’ Ha-Joonie?”

“And Ha-Joonie too!”

Joon-hee nodded, eyes growing heavier by the second.

“Wan’ protec’ Ha-joonie too…”

You knew immediately that she was out like a light when she trailed off smuggled against you with soft puffs of air hitting the skin on Hongjoong’s neck after she turned to her father.

Silence settled over the room. You felt his fingers reach over your daughter to trail them down your face.

“Thank you,” He whispered into the dark which only caused a stir and sigh from you, already back asleep like Joon-hee. “for making me the happiest I’ve ever been…”

[yukkiji]

soft spot

he's all sharp edges, short temper, and bruised knuckles—until it comes to her, the only one who never flinched at the monster he thought he was... and the only one who makes him melt with just a kiss and a stolen lollipop.

windbreaker masterlist.

leave a little stardust on my ko-fi

starring. kaji ren x fem!reader ft. kotaro bokuto

genre: fluff, romance, light angst

warning: minor blood injury, gang-related violence (non-graphic)

wc: 8.8k

author's note: okay i just finished watching the season 1 and season 2 of wind breaker in almost one sitting recently and i also just finished reading the manga yesterday and ackk i love kaji sm

kaji ren was one of the most feared members of bofurin.

not because he shouted for attention or strutted around like a self-proclaimed king—but because he didn’t need to. his silence said enough. his eyes did most of the talking. the weight of his reputation spoke before he even stepped into the room.

he was known for being cold—always unreadable, always one second away from snapping. the kind of guy who looked like he carried a permanent grudge against the world. anyone who dared to cross him quickly learned how short his fuse was and how fast things escalated when kaji was pushed too far.

he wasn’t loud unless he was pissed, and when he was pissed, everyone within earshot knew. that sharp, guttural voice had the power to silence an entire block. it wasn’t the volume that made it scary—it was the fact that you never wanted to be the reason he raised it in the first place.

he hated being bothered. hated repeating himself. hated people who didn’t understand boundaries. most of all, he hated when punks from other schools or rival gangs thought they could size him up just because he wasn’t flashy.

a mistake they usually made once.

the moment someone from another group made the wrong move—whether it was a shove, a smirk, or a cocky comment—they’d find themselves staring at the concrete with a bloody nose and no clue how fast they got there. kaji didn’t gloat after fights. he didn’t run his mouth or bark threats.

he let his fists speak, and they spoke clearly: don’t test him.

rumors spread fast about the second-year from bofurin who could drop half a gang alone and still walk away like it ruined his day more than theirs. he was the kind of storm that rolled in without warning—no flash, just fury.

there were only three things in this world that could bring him peace.

but even the most violent storm has its quiet center.

even someone like kaji ren had ways to steady the chaos in his chest.

his headphones, a lollipop, and lastly—you.

you, who existed as the perfect opposite of everything he was.

while kaji ren burned hot with short tempers and heavy fists, you were the calm breeze that never fought the wind—you simply waited for it to settle. you were soft where he was sharp, patient where he was restless, warm where he was cold. every part of your personality balanced him out in ways no one else ever could.

it wasn’t that you tried to fix him. you didn’t need to.

you never demanded him to change who he was. you never told him to stop fighting, or to stop being so blunt, or to hide the storm he carried inside. you accepted him as he was—unapologetically raw and rough-edged. you didn’t flinch when his voice got sharp, and you didn’t scold him for being the way the world made him.

but.

you did scold him when he came back hurt.

“ren,” you sighed, voice exasperated but full of care, “how many times do i have to tell you?”

he sat there on the edge of your bed, legs slightly parted, elbows resting on his knees as you knelt in front of him with a damp towel in your hand. his cheek was already bruising, lip split on one side. there was a shallow cut near his brow, dried blood clinging to the edge of it.

kaji didn’t respond. he just stared past you, jaw clenched, like a kid being silently lectured.

you pressed the towel gently against his cheek, and he hissed in pain.

“serves you right,” you muttered.

“it wasn’t a big deal,” he finally grumbled.

“not a big deal?” you echoed, scoffing. “you have a gash near your eye, ren.”

“they started it.”

“of course they did,” you deadpanned, dabbing carefully. “and you finished it. but you’re the one who has to sit here and let me clean up the mess.”

he looked down at you then—finally met your eyes. and beneath the rough exterior, that hardened stare… there was something softer.

something like guilt.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. the words were uneven, heavy—like they scraped their way up from somewhere deep inside him. like just saying them tasted foreign on his tongue.

you blinked, fingers frozen mid-motion.

but here he was, sitting in front of you with bruised knuckles, a split lip, and a voice laced with something almost tender.

kaji ren never apologized. not like that. not quietly. not sincerely.

he was the kind of person who held his pride like armor—tight around his chest, thick enough to keep people out. in fights, in conflict, in conversations that demanded softness, he often chose silence or avoidance over surrender.

you didn’t say anything right away.

because no matter how many times you saw this side of him, it always caught you off guard—the way he unraveled, just a little, when it was only the two of you. how he could be so impossibly closed off to the rest of the world, yet still let himself be soft with you.

and maybe that was the part that always hit the hardest.

not the bruises. not the blood. but the fact that he trusted you enough to be gentle.

you were the only one who ever got to see him like this—with his walls lowered, his voice unguarded, and all that stubborn pride folded neatly at your feet, like it didn’t matter anymore. not when it was you. not when you were the one standing in front of him, still choosing to stay.

it was in moments like this—quiet, fragile, and real—that you realized just how much he trusted you.

your hand lingered against his, thumb brushing lightly over the back of his knuckles. you watched him avoid your eyes, jaw tense, almost as if he was waiting for disappointment. as if your silence might suddenly turn into anger.

but it never did.

you let out a slow, steady breath as your voice dropped to something softer—something only meant for him.

“ren,” you said gently, “i’m not mad at you.”

his gaze flicked to yours at the sound of your voice—cautious, like he didn’t believe you right away.

you leaned forward a little, brushing a damp strand of hair away from his temple with careful fingers. “i just… i don’t want you to keep getting hurt. even though i know you can handle yourself, even though i know you’re strong—i still worry.”

your voice faltered for just a second, not because of fear, but because of how much you meant it.

“i worry because it’s you. because you matter to me.”

he didn’t move at first. he just looked at you—really looked—and something in his eyes cracked just a little more. his brows furrowed, not in irritation, but in that conflicted way he always did when he didn’t know what to do with the warmth you gave him so freely.

kaji ren had spent most of his life being the one who protected others. the one who took hits so no one else had to. he was used to standing in front of people. but now—for once—someone was standing in front of him.

worried. careful. willing to take his damage and soothe it with quiet hands and steady words.

he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and leaned into your touch ever so slightly.

“…sorry,” he murmured again, softer this time. “didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

you gave him a small, knowing smile. “then stop letting your fists talk for you all the time.”

that earned the faintest twitch at the corner of his lips. not quite a smile, but enough to make your heart ache.

“just… come back to me in one piece,” you whispered.

“i always will,” he said quietly. “if it’s you waiting—i always will.”

and even if his body bore the marks of every fight, of every mistake and every wound he refused to let anyone else see—he let you see them. he let you clean them, tend to them, worry over them.

kaji ren didn’t cry.

he yelled. he hit. he fought back harder than most people could handle. he carried tension in his shoulders like a second skin, wore bruises like armor, and kept most people far enough away that they never saw the toll it took on him. his world was full of fists, noise, pressure, and grit. he didn’t ask for softness. he didn’t expect it. and he certainly didn’t think he deserved it.

you were the complete opposite.

you moved through the world with light footsteps and kind eyes, someone who always knew when to speak and when to just listen. you didn’t bark orders or demand attention—you offered it. your presence didn’t overwhelm, it settled. where kaji flared, you soothed. where he snapped, you waited. you didn’t match his fire—you were the calm that cooled it.

he never thought he’d fall for someone like you. never thought he could. he’d convinced himself, somewhere along the line, that someone like him didn’t get to have someone like you. not when his knuckles were always busted, not when his name was known more for brawls than anything good. and yet—you kept showing up. smiling. staying.

and still, despite everything, nothing terrified him more than the idea of you seeing what he was really capable of.

it was a cold night when it happened. you’d been walking home from cram school, bag slung over your shoulder, the streets quieter than usual. the kind of quiet that made your steps feel too loud. you weren’t far from home—but far enough for it to matter.

he was nearby. always nearby when you walked home. he never said it out loud, but you knew he made a habit of sticking close, just in case. still, he hadn’t expected the group of guys from a rival gang to be waiting around the corner that night.

they didn’t hesitate. they moved in fast, circling you like they’d done this before—like they thought you were just another girl walking alone. one of them reached for you, mouth curled into a disgusting grin, eyes gleaming with something that made your blood run cold.

you didn’t scream, but you were afraid. your breath caught in your throat, your fingers gripped your bag strap tight, and just as one of them lifted a hand to touch you—

he flew backward.

his body slammed hard into the pavement with a sickening crack, and the others stumbled back in alarm. you blinked, trying to process what just happened, and that’s when you saw him.

kaji.

fuming.

breathing like he’d been running for miles.

his jaw was clenched, lollipop gone, his usually calm, heavy-lidded eyes now burning with a kind of fury you’d never seen before. it was like someone had lit a match to his blood and set every nerve in his body on fire. he didn’t look like the boy who called you "baby" in secret or climbed up to your balcony after patrol. no. standing there, between you and the gang, kaji looked like a storm with no warning.

it was like you didn’t know him.

his entire posture screamed danger. his fists were already bruising, and he hadn’t even started yet. you’d heard the rumors about him—whispers passed between students like ghost stories. you’d seen the aftermath too: the limping boys, the black eyes, the way even upperclassmen went quiet when he passed. everyone talked about how scary kaji ren could be when provoked.

but this was the first time you were witnessing it for yourself.

and you weren’t scared.

you thought you would be. you’d prepared yourself for that possibility—that one day, you might see the part of him that most people feared. but when it happened, when he stood there with that wild, protective fury radiating off of him in waves, you didn’t flinch.

you were surprised, yes—taken aback by the sheer force of it, by the way the calm boy who held your hand and mumbled soft apologies could turn into something so fierce, so primal. but you weren’t afraid. not of him.

you watched, wide-eyed and unmoving, as kaji nearly knocked the daylight out of all of them. his movements were sharp, merciless—each punch calculated, each kick backed by years of fury barely kept under control. he didn’t fight recklessly; he fought like someone who had done this too many times before. efficient. terrifying. unrelenting.

he was different.

not the boy who whispered your name like it was sacred. not the boy who climbed your balcony just to see you for five extra minutes. not the boy who softened every time you called him “ren.”

this kaji—the one they feared—was all fire and violence. no hesitation, no softness. only that unspoken rage he kept buried, now spilling out in raw, brutal form.

and yet… even then, even drenched in fury, even with blood on his lip and his chest heaving, his eyes found you.

the second they did, kaji froze.

mid-breath, mid-step—like his entire body had short-circuited just from looking at you. the fire in his gaze flickered, panic rushing in behind the rage. his fists, still clenched and bloodied, began to tremble. his chest rose and fell rapidly, but it wasn’t from exertion anymore.

it was fear.

raw. silent. crippling.

not of retaliation. not of consequence. but of you—of what you’d just seen.

he looked at you like you were glass. like one wrong move would shatter whatever good thing he had managed to build with you. his expression shifted from hardened fury to something small and scared, the kind of fear you only ever saw when someone thought they were about to lose everything.

he looked like a boy desperately hoping the person he cared about most didn’t see him as a monster.

and in that moment, kaji ren didn’t look like the feared second-year from bofurin.

he didn’t look like a delinquent or a gang member or the boy whose name others whispered like a warning.

“b-baby…” he spoke, voice cracking like something fragile under too much weight. “i—”

he couldn’t even finish the sentence.

the word hung there, broken, raw—like the rest of it physically hurt to say. his lips parted, but nothing came out. his throat bobbed, and he took a step back, not toward you, but away, like he was preparing for the moment you’d turn around and walk off. like he was bracing for rejection.

“i didn’t mean for you to see that,” he managed, quieter this time. “i… i didn’t want you to see me like that.”

you took a slow step toward him, and he stiffened immediately, almost like he didn’t think he deserved it. his hands were still shaking, bloodied and bruised. his eyes flickered with something that twisted your chest—fear, shame, self-loathing all tangled up in one breath.

kaji knew exactly what kind of monster he could become when he lost control. that side of him—the one fueled by heat and instinct and violence—was something he’d always kept hidden from you. carefully. desperately.

he knew you’d heard the rumors. everyone had. the stories that passed between students like whispers behind lockers. the way his name was said with more fear than respect. you’d never brought them up, but he knew. he could see it in the way people glanced your way when you were with him, like they didn’t understand how you of all people could love someone like him.

and tonight—after what you'd just seen—he was terrified that those whispers had finally caught up to him. that now, you’d seen the proof.

because the rumors were true.

he didn’t fight to scare people. he didn’t fight for fun. but he could be terrifying. he was dangerous when pushed. and in that moment, with his rage still fresh in his veins and your wide eyes staring back at him, all he could think was:

this is it. this is the moment she realizes what i really am.

kaji was shaking.

not from the fight. not from adrenaline. but from fear—the kind that sank deep into his chest and clawed at his ribs from the inside. the kind that made his throat feel too tight, his skin too raw, like he couldn’t breathe right with you looking at him like that.

except… you weren’t looking at him with fear.

not disgust. not disappointment.

but he didn’t dare notice that—not yet.

he stared down at his shoes, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white beneath the dried blood. his heart was pounding like it wanted to leap from his chest, like it knew this was the moment everything could come crashing down. the moment you could decide he wasn’t worth staying for.

his jaw was tight. his shoulders rigid.

he couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes.

because if he did—if he saw even a flicker of fear in them—he didn’t know if he’d survive it.

you meant too much. you were everything. and in his mind, he had just destroyed the very thing he’d tried so hard to protect.

so he stood there, fists trembling, bracing himself for the sound of your footsteps walking away.

but they never came.

instead, he felt something else—something impossibly gentle brushing against his skin.

your hand.

soft. warm. steady.

fingers ghosting along his jaw, the way you always did when you were trying to pull him back down to earth. he stiffened at first, like he couldn’t believe you were still standing in front of him. that you hadn’t run. that you weren’t looking at him like he was something to fear.

“ren,” you said softly, your voice a calm, familiar melody in the storm of his thoughts. “how many times do i have to tell you not to get yourself hurt?”

your thumb brushed against a cut on his cheekbone. you winced slightly, more at the idea of him being in pain than the injury itself. he blinked, slowly, as if still processing your words—your presence. his fists loosened. his shoulders dropped just slightly.

you were here.

still here.

still choosing him.

kaji finally lifted his gaze to meet yours, and in that moment, you swore you saw something break in him—not violently, but quietly. like a dam cracking from the weight of everything he’d held in for too long.

his eyes were glassy, dark with something deeper than sadness. his lip trembled before he bit down on it—trying to hold it all in, trying not to show how scared he really was.

it wasn’t defensive. it wasn’t dramatic. it was honest.

and then, in a voice so low it nearly broke your heart, he asked,

“why didn’t you leave…? i’m a monster.”

he said it like it was a fact. like it was something he had rehearsed silently in his own head for years. the version of himself everyone else believed—the one he was sure you’d finally see tonight.

you didn’t answer right away.

instead, you cupped his cheek, brushing your thumb gently beneath the cut near his jawline. you looked at him like you were trying to memorize him in this moment—not the bruises or the blood, but the boy behind it. the one who was terrified to be loved because he didn’t think he deserved it.

“you’re not a monster,” you whispered, so softly it made his chest ache. “you’re human, ren. you’re flawed. angry. protective. gentle. stubborn.”

you leaned closer, eyes never leaving his.

“and you’re mine.”

his breath hitched.

“you fought for me,” you said, voice trembling now, but steady with truth. “you got hurt for me. you didn’t lose control—you made sure i was safe.”

he shook his head slowly, eyes wet. “but you saw what i did. what i’m capable of.”

“i did,” you nodded, and then added firmly, “and i stayed.”

he blinked, stunned into silence.

your voice was steady. soft, but certain.

"i'm not afraid of you, kaji ren."

his breath hitched, the name catching in the air like it carried more weight than ever before.

"i knew who you were even before you let me in," you continued, your fingers still gently cupping his bruised cheek. "i heard the stories. the rumors. i saw the stares people gave me when i walked beside you."

you smiled, but it was a sad sort of smile—tired from how long you had to keep explaining, but never once wavering.

"but i always saw past that."

he stared at you like he was waiting for the catch. waiting for the moment your expression would change. waiting for the disgust, or fear, or even just pity.

but it never came.

"i saw the way your hands shake when you're angry. the way you pull your punches when it’s just sparring. the way you breathe deeper when you’re trying to hold it all in. and i saw how you look at me like i’m the one thing you never want to break."

kaji’s lips parted like he wanted to speak, but nothing came out.

"you think hiding this part of you protects me," you whispered, "but ren… i don’t want just the soft parts. i want all of you."

he broke again, in the quietest way.

a shaky exhale. his forehead pressed against yours. a tremble in his fingers as he reached up and finally—finally—held your hand back.

"i don’t deserve you," he rasped.

you smiled and leaned in, resting your nose gently against his.

"you don’t have to," you said. "you just have to let me stay."

and then kaji moved.

so fast you barely had time to react—he pulled you into his arms, his grip firm and desperate. this wasn’t like his usual hugs, the ones he gave when he was tired after patrol or when he nuzzled into you in silence after sneaking up to your balcony. no, this one felt different.

his arms wrapped around you with a force that nearly knocked the breath from your lungs, and he buried his face into the curve of your neck, breath uneven, shoulders still trembling from everything he was holding in. you could feel it—his heartbeat hammering against your chest, fast and unsteady, like he was still running from something even though you were already here.

it felt like if he let you go, you’d disappear.

like this moment wasn’t real, and holding you tighter would stop it from slipping through his fingers.

he didn’t say a word.

but he didn’t have to.

because everything he couldn’t say—everything he was too scared or too raw to speak aloud—was in the way he held you.

his fingers curled into the fabric of your clothes like they were anchoring him. his body leaned into yours like he needed to make sure you were real, that this wasn’t just some cruel dream that would vanish the second he opened his eyes.

you let your arms slide around his waist, fingers splaying against his back, grounding him.

“i’m right here,” you whispered. “i’m not going anywhere.”

and he clutched you even tighter, like those words were the only thing holding him together.

his arms locked around you like he was terrified you might vanish if he loosened even a little. his body was trembling—not from the fight, not from the cold—but from everything he’d tried to bury. and now, with you in his arms, it was all coming undone.

you felt your shoulder grow damp. slow, quiet tears seeped into your shirt as his chest hitched against yours, his breathing uneven and sharp. you didn’t say anything. you didn’t need to. you just rubbed soothing circles on his back, your hands steady even as your heart threatened to break with how fragile he suddenly felt.

then, in a voice so low it barely reached your ears, he choked out:

“fuck… i was so scared.”

his grip on you tightened, his head tucked into your shoulder like he was trying to hide from the world.

“i tried so hard to hide that part of me from you,” he said, voice cracking. “i didn’t want you to see what i could become. what i really am.”

you felt him shake again, harder this time, like the admission physically hurt.

“i’m always so fucking angry. always holding it in. and when i let it go… it’s ugly. i know what it looks like. i’ve seen it. i am that person everyone whispers about. and i thought—if you saw that side of me…”

he paused, a bitter breath catching in his throat. he sounded broken. unraveled.

“…you’d stop looking at me like i was worth anything.”

you pulled back just enough to see him, to cup his face in your hands. his eyes were glassy and bloodshot, dark lashes wet with tears he didn’t bother to wipe away. his jaw was tight like he was trying to keep himself from falling apart again, but his gaze… his gaze was pleading.

like he was silently begging you to prove him wrong.

you didn’t speak right away. you let your thumbs brush gently beneath his eyes, catching the tears as they fell. you took your time—memorizing every flicker of fear, every crack in his armor, every inch of the boy no one else ever got to see.

“kaji,” you said softly, your voice steady even if your own heart trembled, “you’re not a monster.”

he flinched. but you didn’t stop.

“you’re hurt. and angry. and scared. but none of that makes you less human.”

you leaned in, resting your forehead against his. your fingers traced the bruised curve of his cheek like he was something precious—not dangerous.

“you’re not just fists and fury. you’re not just the stories people tell. i see the way you protect what matters to you. i see how careful you are with me. i see the boy who pretends he doesn’t care but walks me home like it’s his full-time job. who memorizes my schedule just to make sure i’m safe.”

his breathing faltered again.

“i love that boy,” you whispered. “and i’m still here.”

kaji’s lips parted, but he couldn’t find the words. his whole body was tense, trembling beneath your touch, like he was trying not to break completely—but you felt it. in the way his hands gripped the fabric of your shirt. in the way he blinked too hard, trying to swallow the emotions he never let out for anyone else.

“i don’t deserve this,” he said at last, hoarse and shaken.

“you don’t have to deserve it,” you said gently. “you just have to let me love you.”

that was when something inside him shattered.

his head dropped to your shoulder, and the tears he’d been holding back finally came. no loud sobs. no dramatic outburst. just quiet, trembling cries from a boy who had been told his whole life that strength meant silence. that emotions were weakness. that love was something dangerous and conditional.

but now—here—you were showing him otherwise.

and he clung to you like you were the first thing that had ever felt safe.

because you were.

the warmth of your room was a stark contrast to the chaos from earlier—a quiet, familiar kind of safety that seemed to settle into every corner now that he was here. the night had been long, brutal in ways neither of you had spoken out loud yet, but now it was just you, him, and the soft hum of stillness between your four walls.

kaji lay sprawled across your lap, his legs stretched out beside your low study table, one arm slung over your thigh like a child clutching a blanket in his sleep. he had dozed off somewhere between the end of your bandaging and the lull of your fingers carding gently through his hair.

he was wearing that hoodie—the one you always stole from him. charcoal grey and slightly oversized on you, it clung to him just right, sleeves bunched near his elbows, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with clean laundry and lollipop sugar lingering faintly in the air. you had pulled it from your closet after cleaning his wounds and tossed it at him like it was second nature. he didn’t protest this time. he just pulled it on, let you guide him toward the floor cushion, and finally let the weight of everything drift off.

his head rested comfortably against your lap, dark lashes fanned softly against the tops of his cheeks. the soft lamplight kissed the bruises along his jaw, barely visible now but still there—reminders of what he’d done, and what you’d accepted. his chest rose and fell in an even rhythm, lips parted slightly as sleep took him fully. it was rare to see him like this. unarmored. at peace.

you smiled as you gently ran your fingers through his hair again, your other hand lazily flipping pages of your assignment notebook on the table in front of you. you weren’t really focused on the words anymore—how could you be? not with him like this. not when your lap was full of boy who never let the world see him this vulnerable, except for you.

you glanced down again, and your smile softened even more.

he looked… calm.

still a little scuffed up, sure, but there was no tension in his brow, no clenching of his jaw like there usually was even in sleep. his guard was all the way down. and seeing him like that, breathing slowly, warm and safe in your lap—your chest bloomed with the kind of affection that made you ache just a little in the best way.

so you leaned down.

carefully.

quietly.

and pressed a feather-light kiss to the corner of his mouth.

it wasn’t meant to wake him. it was just something for you. something to mark the moment. something tender and full of adoration, the kind you didn’t need to say out loud anymore.

but the second your lips touched his skin, he scrunched up his nose like a grumpy cat and let out the softest, sleepiest groan.

you clapped a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing too loud.

he shifted, brow twitching, a low grumble escaping his throat before he curled slightly closer into your lap again. still asleep, but just barely.

you bit back another chuckle, grinning down at him.

“even when you’re asleep, you’re dramatic,” you whispered, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead.

he mumbled something incoherent, his hand tightening slightly around your leg—like even in sleep, he was afraid you’d slip away.

your laughter faded into something quieter. warmer.

so you leaned down once more, this time pressing a kiss to the top of his head, and whispered against his hair, “i love you, dummy.”

he didn’t respond—not really. but the faintest curve ghosted across his lips.

and so, with one hand gently stroking his hair and the other lazily scribbling answers into your assignment notebook, you stayed there with him.

at some point, your movements slowed.

your pen slipped from your fingers. the lamp hummed quietly in the corner of the room, casting soft shadows across your notes, now slightly crumpled from your head resting against them. you had slouched forward, body leaning against the low table, the quiet rise and fall of your breathing giving way to soft, steady snores.

kaji stirred sometime after midnight.

his lashes fluttered, brows twitching faintly as his senses came back to him one by one. the warmth of your lap, the faint smell of your shampoo, the familiar hum of your room. he blinked slowly, groggy and confused at first—until he turned his head slightly and saw you fast asleep, your upper body curled over your textbook, cheek pressed to the open page.

for a long moment, he didn’t move. just watched.

you looked peaceful—completely at ease even in that uncomfortable position. your breathing was slow, lips parted slightly, your hand still half-draped over his shoulder from where you'd been holding him in your sleep.

kaji sat up slowly, carefully shifting off your lap without waking you, though his muscles ached slightly from the way he'd been lying. he knelt beside you, fingers gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"oi," he whispered, tapping your cheek softly with the back of his hand. "hey, you’ll break your neck sleeping like that."

you stirred, groaning just a little, face scrunching from the interruption.

"five more minutes…" you mumbled, eyes still closed.

kaji let out a breath—something between a laugh and a sigh—and shook his head. his voice was gentler this time. “come on. let’s move to the bed.”

“don’t wanna…”

“you’re literally drooling on your assignment,” he muttered, trying to keep his voice even, though the corners of his mouth tugged upward slightly at the sight of you.

you finally opened one eye, sleep-heavy and annoyed, but your expression immediately softened the second your gaze landed on him. his face was close—hair slightly mussed, eyes still lidded with drowsiness, a quiet kind of warmth radiating off him that made your heartbeat slow in the best way.

“you’re awake,” you mumbled, voice thick and barely above a whisper.

kaji blinked at you, clearly still not used to how softly you looked at him like that—even half-asleep. he rubbed the back of his neck and muttered under his breath, “you should’ve woken me up…”

you hummed, already halfway asleep again as your eyes fluttered closed. “didn’t wanna disturb you… you looked so peaceful. like a cat in the sun.”

kaji scoffed under his breath. “tch. not a damn cat.”

but even he couldn’t deny how his heart squeezed a little at your sleepy, slurred words. especially the part where you’d rather stay uncomfortable than risk waking him up.

“you’re the one who needed rest,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “don’t pass out like this. come on.”

“i’m fine,” you slurred, clearly anything but fine. “i’ll just sleep like this. i’m tired…”

kaji stared at you, unimpressed. your cheek was still smooshed against your notebook, your arm bent awkwardly, and your hair falling over your face in the most chaotic way. you were barely even conscious, and yet you were still trying to argue.

he rolled his eyes with a sigh. “unbelievable.”

and then—without warning—he slid one arm beneath your legs and the other around your back, effortlessly lifting you into his arms.

you made a sound of protest, a sleepy grumble muffled into his chest as he started walking you over to the bed. “ren…”

“you’re so damn hard-headed,” he muttered, more affection than irritation in his tone. “you’d rather drool on a textbook than admit you need a real bed.”

you cracked one eye open and murmured, “i wasn’t drooling…”

“you were.”

he kicked the blanket aside gently with his foot and lowered you onto the mattress like you weighed nothing. the warmth of the bed instantly wrapped around you, and you sighed, already half out again.

kaji pulled the blanket over you with quiet hands, tucking it in like he didn’t even realize how soft he was being. he stood at the edge of your bed longer than necessary, his figure casting a tall shadow over the room in the low lamplight. you watched him through lidded eyes, already halfway to sleep, but not enough to miss how his hand lingered at his side, clenched.

he was hesitating again.

you knew that kind of silence—the kind that meant he was trying to talk himself out of wanting something.

“stay,” you murmured, voice heavy with sleep.

he stiffened.

“you should sleep,” he muttered, trying to deflect. “i’ll just get in the way. you’ve got school.”

“you being here helps me sleep.”

he exhaled, sharp and almost disbelieving. “you’re always saying shit like that…”

“because it’s true.”

you shifted to the side, dragging the blanket open without waiting for permission. you didn’t need it. not with him. “c’mon. please?”

kaji didn’t respond right away. his jaw worked as if he were chewing over every reason not to climb into that bed—reasons you could guess before he even said them.

but he didn’t say anything.

he just caved, like he always did when it came to you.

the bed dipped beneath his weight as he finally lay beside you. he didn’t touch you at first—just stared at the ceiling, rigid, like he wasn’t sure how to exist in this softness. but when you turned and reached for him, curling your fingers into his hoodie and pressing your forehead to his shoulder, he let out a breath like he’d been holding it all day.

his arm came around you. slowly. carefully. like he still thought he might break you.

you laid there like that for a while, tangled up in each other beneath the quiet hum of the room. and then he spoke, voice low and rough, brushing the shell of your ear.

“i’m scared.”

you blinked against his chest. “of what?”

he hesitated. “of this. of you… loving someone like me.”

you didn’t move. just listened.

“i’ve spent so long being angry,” he continued, voice barely more than a breath. “angry at the world. at other people. at myself. i don’t know how to turn that off. i thought maybe… if i stayed away from things that were good, i wouldn’t ruin them.”

your fingers tightened around the fabric of his hoodie.

“i don’t want to ruin you.”

you pulled back then, just enough to look at him. his eyes were heavy with emotion—raw, unfiltered, the kind of look he never let anyone else see.

“you’re not ruining anything,” you said. “you’re healing. that’s what this is.”

he scoffed lightly. “doesn’t feel like healing. just feels like breaking.”

“sometimes they’re the same thing,” you whispered. “sometimes we have to break a little to let the light in.”

kaji blinked hard.

you reached up, brushing your thumb beneath his eye, like you were wiping away all the years he’d spent thinking he didn’t deserve warmth.

“you think i don’t see the way you take care of me?” you said. “the way you memorize the roads i walk home. the way you pretend you don’t care when i steal your hoodie but always leave it where i’ll find it again. the way you get quiet when i’m tired and sit next to me like your presence alone could protect me.”

he swallowed thickly.

“i love you, ren,” you said. “not just the easy parts. i love you when you’re tired. i love you when you’re angry. i love you when you’re scared.”

he closed his eyes at that—like your words were too much to look at directly.

“i keep waiting for you to see me the way everyone else does,” he whispered. “like i’m dangerous. like i’m too much.”

“i do see you,” you said. “that’s why i’m still here.”

silence settled between you again, deeper this time. not empty—just full. full of all the things he didn’t know how to say, and all the things you had already accepted without him needing to.

and then he moved, slow and quiet, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. his lips lingered there like he didn’t want to pull away. like he couldn’t believe he had permission to hold you like this, to love like this.

when he finally spoke again, his voice cracked.

“don’t leave me.”

you looked up at him, your palm finding the side of his face. “i wouldn’t know how.”

kaji’s hand moved slowly, hesitantly—like he was still afraid you might disappear if he moved too fast. his fingers brushed under your chin, tilting your face toward him with the softest pressure. you could see it in his eyes before he even leaned in: the vulnerability, the ache, the fear of wanting too much and not knowing if he was allowed to.

then his lips met yours.

and it was different.

there was no urgency. no hunger. just quiet intention.

not rushed. not heated. not like all the playful kisses shared behind rooftops or in between moments of laughter and teasing. this one was slower. deeper. more still.

the kind that said thank you.

the kind that said i don’t know what i did to deserve this, but i’m scared to even breathe too hard in case you disappear.

he kissed you like he was trying to commit the feel of you to memory—like your lips were the only thing grounding him to the fact that you stayed, that you saw every jagged part of him and didn’t run.

his thumb traced the curve of your jaw, hand cradling your cheek like you were something delicate and sacred. when he pulled back, barely a breath away, his forehead rested against yours.

and though he didn’t say a word, you could feel it in the way his breath trembled against your lips.

you closed your eyes, your hand still resting gently against his chest, right over his heart where it beat unsteadily beneath your palm.

thank you for not being afraid of me.

thank you for choosing me anyway.

thank you for staying.

“i’m not going anywhere,” you whispered.

and neither did he.

because in that moment, kaji ren finally believed—for the first time in a long, long while—that someone could see him at his worst…

…and still choose to love him.

bonus scene.

the morning was surprisingly warm for once—sunlight filtering through the clouds, the streets quieter than usual. you and kaji walked side by side, your fingers casually laced together as you strolled down the road leading away from your house. his bag was slung lazily over one shoulder, hoodie sleeves pushed up, lollipop already in his mouth—though he wasn’t nearly as composed as he usually was.

his ears were red.

you couldn’t help but smile. “you're still embarrassed?”

“shut up,” he muttered around the stick of his candy, glancing away.

“you stayed the night. i didn’t think a kiss goodbye would kill you.”

“it wouldn’t have if someone didn’t take out my lollipop first just to kiss me—”

“i gave it back,” you teased, smirking.

kaji groaned under his breath, but he didn’t let go of your hand. he tugged you a little closer as you both approached the next corner. you were just about to say something else when you heard a too-familiar voice echo down the block:

“yo, ren?!”

kaji’s entire body flinched.

you turned your head just in time to see umemiya waving enthusiastically like he was hailing a taxi, grinning wide as he jogged up the street. right beside him was hiragi—stoic as ever, and very clearly debating whether to pretend he didn’t know him.

“oh no,” kaji muttered.

“oh yes,” you whispered back, clearly enjoying this.

“daaamn,” umemiya called as he skidded to a stop in front of you two, eyes gleaming with mischief. “so it’s true. the infamous grade 2-1 captain does go soft for someone.”

“umemiya,” hiragi said flatly, tugging at his sleeve. “leave them alone.”

kaji tried to step in front of you like a human shield, but it was too late.

“wait, wait, wait, wait,” umemiya said dramatically, hand raised. “let me appreciate this. is this why you’ve been less grumpy during patrols? did love actually tame kaji ren?”

“shut up,” kaji grumbled, lollipop stick twitching between his lips. “seriously. shut up.”

you laughed softly, and to kaji’s horror, that just encouraged umemiya further.

“she’s cute, too,” umemiya added, looking at you like he was genuinely impressed. “god, i thought you were lying when you said he had a girlfriend. no way this is real.”

“umemiya,” hiragi said more firmly this time, already starting to push him by the shoulder, “we’re going to be late.”

but umemiya, of course, didn’t budge. not when he had fresh material to tease kaji with for the next decade.

unfortunately for kaji, their schools were in the same direction—which meant you, kaji, umemiya, and hiragi were now walking down the same sidewalk together. the moment was doomed from the start.

“hey, hey,” umemiya said, sidling up beside you with the grin of someone who lived for chaos. “so… how’d you guys meet? like, meet-meet. was it dramatic? romantic? did kaji save you from falling off a building or some crap?”

you laughed softly. “not a building. but he did show up when someone tried to corner me once.”

kaji made a sound between a groan and a growl. “can we not talk about this?”

“oh my god. he really was your hero,” umemiya gasped. “wait—was it love at first punch?”

“umemiya,” kaji snapped, visibly mortified. his lollipop threatened to fall out of his mouth from the sheer tension in his jaw. “shut. up.”

you just smiled, as though kaji wasn’t currently trying to melt into the pavement.

“he’s always been there, actually,” you said, glancing at kaji with warmth. “even before we were official.”

“awww,” umemiya practically sang, twirling on his heel like he was in a rom-com. “he’s loyal, too?! damn, you really got the full package—grumpy, dangerous, secretly soft. i feel like i’m watching an anime right now.”

“you are the anime character here,” kaji muttered through clenched teeth, tugging his hoodie over his head a little more as if that would somehow hide the flush creeping up his ears.

his hand was still in yours, though—grip firm despite the redness spreading all the way to the tips of them.

umemiya, unbothered and clearly thriving in the chaos, leaned in conspiratorially toward you. “so tell me, do you call him something embarrassing in private? like, babe? renny? captain grump—”

before he could finish, hiragi swiftly reached over and grabbed him by the collar of his uniform with the reflexes of someone who had way too much experience cleaning up after this exact scenario.

“okay,” hiragi said sharply, dragging him backward, “that’s enough out of you.”

“hey—wait—” umemiya yelped, arms flailing a bit as he stumbled back, “i’m just trying to be a supportive friend—”

“you’re being a menace,” hiragi deadpanned, already steering him toward the front.

hiragi shot you and kaji an apologetic glance over his shoulder, exhaling like a man carrying the weight of someone else's decisions. “sorry about him. he’s been like this since middle school.”

you smiled politely. “it’s okay. he’s… spirited.”

“that’s one word for it,” hiragi muttered, dragging a very loud and very dramatic umemiya a few paces ahead, as if distance would lessen the chaos.

despite the whirlwind of noise, teasing, and secondhand embarrassment, the four of you finally reached the front gate of your school. you slowed to a stop, your fingers still loosely intertwined with kaji’s—his grip firm, even if his expression was doing its best to pretend nothing happened the past ten minutes.

he looked calm on the surface, but the tension in his jaw and the pink creeping up his ears betrayed him.

you turned to him, smiling up with that teasing glint in your eyes.

“thanks for walking me,” you said softly.

“yeah,” he muttered, glancing briefly at umemiya and hiragi in the distance. “sorry about the… circus.”

you hummed. “it was fun. i like them.”

kaji blinked at you like you’d just confessed to liking being trampled by a bike.

“you have horrible taste,” he deadpanned.

“i know. i’m dating you.”

he didn’t get the chance to respond. you reached up, plucked the lollipop from his mouth in one swift motion, and before he could even blink—

you kissed him.

it wasn’t just a peck. you pulled him in by his hoodie, lips lingering on his longer than usual—slow and warm, like you had all the time in the world and didn’t care who saw.

kaji froze.

then his hands gripped your waist, not pulling you closer but anchoring himself like he might actually collapse if he didn’t.

by the time you pulled away, he looked like he’d forgotten how to function as a person.

and just to finish the scene, you popped the lollipop into your own mouth and gave him a wink. “thanks for the sweet.”

his jaw moved—once, twice—no words coming out.

then—

from behind:

“i’m gonna pass out—”

umemiya’s voice cracked like a dying engine.

“kaji ren just got kissed like he’s the main lead of a k-drama—and she stole his lollipop—again!”

“umemiya,” hiragi groaned, “please, for the love of god—”

“shut up, i’m feeling things.”

you laughed under your breath. kaji looked like he wanted to sink into the sidewalk.

“…i hate him so much,” he muttered.

“you don’t,” you said, giving him one last quick peck on the lips and cheek. "i'll see you later?"

“…i hate him so much,” kaji muttered under his breath, still visibly flustered and trying to hide the bright red blooming across his ears.

“you don’t,” you replied softly, your voice warm with affection.

before he could respond, you leaned in and pressed one last quick kiss to his lips—gentle and sweet—then followed it with a softer peck to his cheek. he froze again, like he hadn’t recovered from the first kiss yet, let alone a second and third one.

“i’ll see you later?” you asked, voice hopeful, thumb brushing lightly over the back of his hand.

kaji swallowed hard, then nodded—just once. “…yeah. i’ll find you.”

he watched you head through the school gates like you’d just completely dismantled his entire defense system in less than two minutes.

and then?

it got worse.

because not even ten seconds after you disappeared inside—

“who gave her permission to be that cute?” came umemiya’s voice, absolutely feral from the end of the block.

kaji didn’t turn around. he just stood there with the lollipop no longer in his mouth, a hand over his face, and murder quietly simmering behind his eyes.

it was going to be a long day.

and sure enough—when he walked through the gates of furin, it only got worse.

kusumi was already leaning against the shoe lockers, phone tilted at just the right angle as a blurry video played on loop—umemiya’s shaky, zoomed-in footage of your kiss with kaji outside the school gate.

“zoomed in and slow-mo,” kusumi commented with a smirk, “honestly, umemiya’s getting scarily good at this. might’ve missed his calling as a romance cameraman.”

beside him, enomoto was grinning—all teeth, eyes gleaming with chaos.

“damn, ren,” enomoto whistled, slapping a hand on kaji’s shoulder. “didn’t think we’d ever see the day our very own ice-cold, lollipop-sucking assassin got absolutely rocked by a kiss.”

kaji gave them both the deadest look known to mankind. “delete that video.”

“no can do,” kusumi said brightly, tucking his phone into his pocket with a flourish. “it’s already in the group chat. sakura even set it to his lock screen.”

“i hate you all.”

“you’ll live,” enomoto said with a shrug. “barely.”

as kaji shoved past them toward class, suo passed him in the hallway with a nod of respect. “you used to be scary, man.”

“used to?” kaji growled.

suo just tapped his phone screen—the same paused frame of you kissing him, this time decorated with sparkles, hearts, and the caption: “bofurin’s softest boy 💕”

kaji seriously considered transferring schools.

because if there was one thing worse than being teased by bofurin, it was being teased when umemiya—their fearless, shameless leader—was the one leading the charge.

and the worst part? there was nothing he could do about it.

not after the rooftop incident.

he’d been giving sakura advice—cool, calm, maybe even a little inspiring—when umemiya suddenly yelled from across the rooftop:

“yo ren, that your boyfriend mode? practicing for your girl?!”

kaji turned so fast from embarrassment that his fist flew—straight into umemiya’s face.

it cracked. blood. chaos.

and what did umemiya do?

he stood up, grinning through the pain, and said, “worth it.”

that’s when kaji knew: there was no escape.

so when he stepped onto campus and saw umemiya dramatically reenacting the lollipop kiss in front of the second-years, kaji just muttered:

“maybe i’ll fake my death.”

“yo ren!” umemiya shouted. “you get your tongue back or she still has it?”

kaji turned.

and only hiragi dragging him away saved umemiya from getting decked again.

while umemiya just kept laughing.

[cams-cult]

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒕. 3⭐️

read part 1- here | read part 2- here | read part 4- here

stepbro!chratt x brattystepsis!reader

★★!!NOT FUCKING INCEST!!★★ don’t read if your panties easily get in a twist, or do i don’t control you.

summary- you give matt and chris attitude while they had friends over.

★★warnings- pussy slapping, spitting, overstimulation, edging, degrading, pet names.★★

it had been days since your last interaction with the boys. your pussy throbbed at every thought about them. what drove you crazy is that they hadn’t even batted an eye in your direction. they just looked at you as if nothing had happened between them 3 of you.

today though, they had their friends over. laughs and commotion fell from their room as their friends and them cut up and had a good time. you on the other hand, were being driven crazy.

you had been trying to study for your test the following day for HOURS, but couldn’t get anything done with their goofing off.

fast forward to now, there laughing and joking moved into the living room as you walked down to the kitchen to get a snack. your stepbrothers look up at you only for a split second before redirecting their gaze back to their friends.

you scoff in disbelief, walking into the kitchen to clench your hunger, in hopes of successfully studying without the commotion of the loud boys in the house.

once you walk in there you find a granola bar that was perfect for the time being, so you grab it and head back to your room before you hear a faint voice “hey y/n, get me snack!” chris yells at you from the couch as soon as your feet hit the stairs.

“yeah get me one too!” matt seconds the request, arrogance in both of their voices. you look at them from the stairs and cross your arms, your facial expression one of ‘are you fucking serious right now?’

you roll your eyes, looking at each of the boys on the couch. you knew it was a simple request, you could easily get them a snack, but they had been jerks to you for days. not to mention the absolute teases the both of them had been. in conclusion they could get the snack themselves.

“get it yourself” you scoff, turning and walking back up the stairs, but before you could reach the top you hear “your a woman, don’t you belong in the kitchen?” you hear one of their friends say, earning a chuckle from the other boys including your stepbrothers.

you reach your room and slam the door angrily. it was one thing that they had ignored you for days, but not having your back despite your lustful interactions? no way.

chris and matt on the other hand were not happy with you. embarrassing them in front of their friends? and slamming your bedroom door like a little entitled brat? they were not happy.

more hours pass and their insufferable friends finally leave, giving you all of the peace and quiet you had yearned for all day. that still didnt stop you from thinking about your stepbrothers. it was hard to get anything done without thinking about the both of them really. but you tried to best to give your full undivided attention to your studies.

to the best of your ability you had gotten a lot done so far, but there was still more that you had to memorize. you flipped through pages and wrote scattered notes on the side of your textbook to help you remember.

after you finish studying for the night having been content with your intake of knowledge, you lay out some pjs and hit the shower.

as you walk to the bathroom you hear a set of footsteps behind you as you turn around to see who was following you.

to no surprise at all, your stepbrothers.

you roll your eyes, crossing your arms “what do you want?” you huff, looking at them with annoyance. “lose the attitude” matt hisses as he slowly stalks towards you. “why should i? you let your friends treat me like sh-“ but before you could finish your sentence, chris cuts you off “lose the attitude before we make you” chris scoffs, as he too approaches you.

“you won’t do a thing” you look at them with a mocking grin. matt and chris equally shoot eachother a smirk as they yank your arms and drag you back into your room, shutting the door behind them.

they then throw you on your bed roughly as they lean back against your dresser, peering down at you.

“wanna talk back? fuckin’ brat” chris degrades as he shoots matt a glare of annoyance. “you guys are driving me insane—what do you even want from me?” you whine as you try and get off of the bed, only for matt to shove you back down.

the both of them shoot eachother a menacing look, both piquing your interest and driving you into madness. “what do we want, hm?” chris tilts his head to this side, his mouth slightly agape.

you were in so much trouble.

“pull your panties to the side and touch yourself” matt demands, his gaze hard and unreadable.

your eyes widen in disbelief, shooting each boy a look of surprise.

“n-no—i can’t” you stammer as you look away. “you can’t, hm?—do you want us to do it f’you?” matt coos as he and chris look down at your needy complexion.

“y-yes please—please” you beg, biting your lip. “pathetic” chris says quietly, slowly approaching you as he leans down, his eyes never leaving yours.

“lean back” he coaches, signaling for matt to sit next to you. you do what he says as matt parts your legs giving easier access. he then moves your panties to the side, your wetness glistening in the dim lighting.

“we haven’t even done anything, whore” matt taunts as he grabs your thigh, chris looking at your puffy cunt.

you look at the both of them needily, needing them every second more. “p-please touch me” you whine, trying to reach for chris’s hand, but before you could grab it you feel a painful but pleasureful slap to your pussy. you moan as you look at matt who was the culprit.

“be patient or we’ll stop, brat” he huffs as chris chuckle’s devilishly at his response. you whimper as you feel chris’s finger gliding over your slit, making you arch your back.

“fuck—more..” you hitch, your arousal taking over your morals. “look at her, matt—look at this pathetic pussy” chris taunts as you see matt’s head disappear feeling a head between your thighs.

chris continued to tease you as you feel a string of saliva come in contact with your pussy. “fuck—“ you whine as you feel a sudden thrust of fingers inside of you.

your body jolts up as chris tortures your pussy, matt leaning up as he too joins in, rubbing your clit as chris fingers you. your moans echo throughout the room and luckily for you no one was home other than the three of you.

“guys—s’too much!” you whimper as you dip your head back into your pillow earning yet another slap to your pussy by matt. “shut up, slut—y’did this to yourself” he growls as he resumes the torture on your puffy cunt.

soft and faint squelching noises and your pathetic moans were the only sound projected in your room as they tortured your needy nub. needing something to hold on to, you grip your bed sheets as they abuse your pussy. “fuck matt—chris!! ah!!” you whine as they continue.

you feel chris’s fingers curl inside of you, making you squeal in overstimulation, needing them to stop this, but also needing more.

you begin to feel yourself inching closer to your release as your chest rised and fell from how hard you were breathing.

you had been edged by them so long that it was hard to not instantaneously cum on the spot, plus this felt so fucking good despite how wrong it was. but you couldn’t ever get enough. the thrill of sneaking around made you so wet, so needy for them. and it didn’t help in the slightest that they had teased you for so long.

you clench around chris’s fingers as he curls them again, matt still torturing your poor clit. “gonna cum..” you breathe softly, arching your back.

“gonna cum?” chris coos “tell us how sorry you are” he taunts as he slows his fingers down, you instantly needing more. “i’m sorry…never do it again…” you apologize pathetically.

“you think that’s really good enough?” matt scoffs in disbelief as he too slows down. “i’m so sorry—ill be a good girl f’you…never be a brat like that again—m’sorry” you apologize again, hoping they’d finally let you cum after teasing you for the third time.

“good girl..” chris says as he quickens his thrusts back up, as matt kisses your inner thigh, moving his fingers faster over your needy nub.

“the second you cum—this pussy is ours..” matt coos as he looks into your needy eyes. “say it—say this pussy is ours” chris croaks.

“this pussy is all yours…” you mutter, biting your lip as you clench yet again around chris’s fingers. “that’s our girl..” matt praises as he caresses your thigh.

“have to cum..” you whimper as you feel the knot in your tummy snap. “cum f’us” chris hisses as he curls his fingers one last time. matt’s fingers still circling around your clit slowly.

a wave of euphoria instantly washes over you as you moan their names and muttered curses under your breath. their fingers letting you enjoy the wave of pleasure.

your breath hitches as you feel them remove their fingers from you, licking them clean as they look straight into your eyes.

“m’sorry” you apologize yet again. “go clean y’self up” chris says as they both stand up and walk out of your room.

a/n: very rushed at the end bc my previous work wouldn’t save and i’m tired of working on this part😓

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[iamagoddess1]

Not your fault

Alexia Putellas x fem reader

The final whistle echoed like a gunshot.

Real Madrid 2 – Barcelona 1.

My knees hit the grass before I even realized I’d fallen. The stadium, once deafening, blurred into silence. I had made the mistake—one wrong judgment, one fumble off a corner—and they capitalized. It was my fault. Everyone saw it.

I didn’t cry. Not yet. But my throat burned with the urge.

I walked off the field, shoulders heavy under the weight of a thousand stares, and avoided the cameras like they were landmines. The locker room buzzed with a tension that cut through me like glass. I couldn’t look at anyone—especially not her.

Alexia sat in her stall, still in her captain’s armband, taping removed from her wrists, sweat glistening on her temples. She hadn’t said a word since the final whistle either. Our eyes met for half a second, and she looked away.

I showered fast, like it would scrub away the guilt. It didn’t.

Back on the bus, my name was already trending online—for the worst reasons. “Butterfingers.” “Choker.” “Should’ve been benched.” The cruelest part? Some of the fans were right.

The seat beside me stayed empty until the bus started moving. Then, Alexia slid in without saying anything. We sat in silence for a long time, the hum of the engine and our breaths the only soundtrack.

Finally, she spoke, softly but with steel in her voice.

“You think I care what they’re saying?”

I turned, heart pounding, not sure what I expected—anger, disappointment, maybe worse.

Instead, her hand reached for mine.

“You think I love you because you’re perfect on the pitch?”

“I let everyone down,” I croaked.

“No,” she said. “You made a mistake. And you’ll make more. But you’re still mine. And I’m still proud of you.”

Tears finally came, hot and ugly. She didn’t flinch. She pulled my head to her shoulder and let me fall apart. Her voice, low and sure, whispered in Catalan, “Això no ens trenca. Això ens fa més forts.”

(This doesn’t break us. This makes us stronger.)

They blamed me. Maybe they always will.

The next morning the training ground felt colder than usual. Not physically—but the way people looked at me, or didn’t. Some of the girls offered polite nods. Others just walked past. No one said it, but I could feel it in their silence:

That’s the one who cost us the Clásico.

I showed up early. Before the coaches. Before even the sun had finished rising. I stood alone on the pitch with the bag of balls, forcing myself to replay the goal over and over again. I wanted to suffer. Maybe I thought it would make it right.

Ball after ball. Dive. Miss. Dive. Catch. Dive. Hit the post.

“Again,” I whispered to no one.

“You’ll burn out before breakfast,” said a voice from behind.

I turned. Alexia. In a hoodie, arms crossed, hair in a messy braid. She wasn’t scheduled to train for another hour.

“You don’t need to be here,” I muttered.

“You’re wrong,” she said, walking over. “I need to be exactly here.”

She knelt by the bag and pulled out a ball. “Let’s go. Corner drills.”

“Seriously?”

She smirked. “You think I’m gonna let you train your demons away alone? No chance.”

And so we started.

She sent corner after corner into the box. Left-footed, vicious swerves with just enough bend to mirror that damn Real Madrid assist. I dove. I caught. I missed. I groaned.

She never scolded. Never pitied. She just kept going.

Until one cross came screaming in like lightning—and I caught it.

Clean. Full stretch. Both hands. The kind of save that silences crowds.

I froze, still holding the ball, panting.

“See?” she said, eyes locked on mine. “You don’t need redemption. You need belief. And I believe in you.”

Later, during full-team training, I knew they were still watching me. Judging.

Every session after the Clásico felt like an audition.

Not just for my teammates.

For myself.

The goal felt smaller. The shots felt faster. My mind wouldn’t shut up. Every time the ball flew at me, I saw the Madrid striker scoring again. The hesitation stuck to me like sweat.

“Focus!” the keeper coach shouted. “You’re late off your line!”

I nodded, biting back the frustration. I wanted to scream. I wanted to disappear. But most of all, I wanted to earn back the right to stand between these posts.

After drills, while others hit the showers, I stayed behind. Every single day.

And so did Alexia.

She never said she would—she just did.

Sometimes she crossed balls. Sometimes she shot. Sometimes she didn’t touch a ball at all—just sat on the bench, watching me like I was worth watching.

One night, it got too much. I let in a soft shot—soft, and I dropped it. The coach looked away, disappointed. And that was it. I ripped off my gloves and kicked the post.

Alexia came over, calm and quiet.

“Say what you’re thinking,” she said.

I turned away.

“I’m not good enough.”

She stepped in front of me. “You’re human.”

“I’m embarrassed.”

“You’re allowed.”

“I’m scared.”

That one hung in the air. Honest. Raw.

She reached out, fingertips brushing my jaw. “I know.”

“I don’t want to lose this. You. My place. Everything.”

“You’re not losing me,” she said firmly. “And you haven’t lost your place. You’re just fighting for it. And that’s what real champions do.”

Her hand slipped into mine. “You’re not doing this alone.”

I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to.

I just gripped her hand tighter.

⸻

The next day, I showed up again.

Earlier than anyone.

But not alone.

Alexia was already there.

And this time, the goal didn’t feel so far away.

The lineup dropped that morning.

My name was there.

Starting keeper.

I stared at the screen like it might change. But it didn’t.

I was back.

Whispers followed me through the locker room. Some players nodded at me. Some didn’t. The media was already spinning it:

“Coach Gambles on Goalkeeper After Madrid Meltdown.”

“Redemption Arc or Career Suicide?”

I didn’t care.

Okay—I did.

But I pretended not to.

Because she was there. Alexia, taping up her ankles, focused, fearless. When our eyes met, she gave me the tiniest nod. Nothing dramatic. Nothing said.

But that nod said: I see you. You’ve got this. I’ve got you.

⸻

Kickoff.

It was a war.

Tackles flying. Fans roaring. Every touch under the microscope.

First test came early—a one-on-one. Their striker burst through. I came out fast, low, hands wide—

Blocked.

Roar.

Not just the crowd. My own voice, loud in my head: You did it. Keep going.

Second half. 1-0 us. They had a free kick outside the box. My wall looked shaky. My hands were trembling.

Ball came flying in, bending top corner.

I leapt.

Time slowed.

Fingertips. Just enough.

Crossbar.

I landed hard, but I smiled through the grass in my mouth.

I heard it—Alexia’s voice from midfield:

“Vamos!”

⸻

Final minutes.

Still 1-0.

Last corner. Their keeper came up.

This was it. Last chance for them.

The ball curled in—chaos in the box.

Header—on target.

I flew.

Caught it.

Held it.

No mistake.

This time, no mistake.

The whistle blew. Game over.

Barcelona wins.

⸻

My teammates rushed me. For the first time since Madrid, they cheered with me—not around me, not despite me—with me.

Then I turned, and there she was.

Alexia.

Hair soaked. Mud on her kit. But those eyes… proud. Soft.

She jogged over, crowd noise fading into nothing.

“Look at you,” she whispered, smile growing. “My favorite goalkeeper.”

I laughed, breathless. “Even after Madrid?”

She leaned in, pressing her forehead to mine.

“Especially after Madrid.”

And right there, in front of a thousand screaming fans and a world that once blamed me, she kissed me—slow and certain.

Because this wasn’t just a comeback match.

It was a beginning.

[sparklystarrrr]

Just saw your RiddlexKing of Hearts Reader. It’s so adorable and I love seeing Riddle be smothered in affection. But I had an idea… (this is post overblot) Riddle leaves for a minute and our sweet lil reader turns to the group and says that she knows about the overblot. She knows about all the chaos SOME of the freshman *cough Adeuce cough* cause, and she knows how stressed Riddle can get. Then, with a warm smile on her face, she threatens to come back and take care of the guys if anything close to the overblot happens again. She may not be able to do anything about Riddle’s mother (yet) but her family has enough status and power to help take care of some misbehaving boys. When Riddle returns he’s confused why all of his dorm seems on edge but his lovely fiancé is just smiling and compliments the sweets served at the party. Maybe she even says they should think about having Trey bake their wedding cake.

Sorry, went off a bit there. You don’t have to write it but the idea was just stuck in my head. I just really love when the sunshine character can be all scary and intimidating with a smile.

THATS MY FAV TROPE EVERRRRR

Queen of My Heart Pt. 2

Synopsis: Sunshine can turn into a storm very quick…

Contains: Riddle R. x Fem! King of Hearts! Reader, continuation of pt.1, kinda short sorry!

The Unbirthday party was going swimmingly. Everyone was full of joy and laughter, there was no Tyrant ordering people around, the food was delicious, and the air was shining and light. "Dear, I'm heading to the restroom for just a moment. I'll be right back." Riddle said to (y/n) who sat prettily in her King's chair. "Of course darling, be quick!" she spoke with a warm voice like the sweet honey Riddle enjoyed putting in his tea. He then pressed a small kiss upon her forehead and made his way inside the dorm house.

Little did the students of Heartslabyul know, their sweet and kind (y/n)’s attitude would sour the second her red-headed fiancé was out of her sight. Once Riddle was completely hidden from view, her aura darkened. It was like a pitch black storm cloud completely blocked out the sun in just seconds. Her warm smile became strained and her posture tightened. She gripped the end of her pleated skirt,”So boys, I got many letters from Riddle these past few weeks...” Trey, Cater and the Adeuce duo turned to her at the sound of her voice. They felt uneasy. Before they could ask if she was alright, she continued.”Care to tell me why and how Riddle Overblotted..?”

Suddenly and without any warning, the girl became dark and ominous. The air was heavy; pressing down on every single Heartslabyul boy. "U-uh, Miss (y/n), it really was an accident-" "No yeah uh, we totally didn't piss him off at all..." "Bro why would you expose us like that??" "He's perfectly fine now (n/n) and I think that's all that matters... I hope." The four boys sat at the same table as her stammered endlessly. As much as they tried to figure out a way to excuse themselves, (y/n) came back harder and stronger making them shrink back in fear.

"Oh, you don't need to make up excuses... I know everything..." She said in an eerie whisper while snapping her head to the first year boys who were sweating their butts off in fear and practically shaking under her piercing (e/c) gaze. Her chaste smile was nothing but terrifying. They'd never seen a woman flip the switch on her warm and soft demeanor while still smiling happily. The whole yard of boys went silent. "You all truly have nothing else to say? My my..." She trailed in her sweet voice. "You do this again... and it'll be off with your head on my accord, got it?"

The boys nearly fainted. Every single one of them hurried out of their chairs and made it a point to bow in deep fear. "Y-yes Ma'am!" She laughed bitterly. "Very good, let the party resume!" She clapped. Suddenly, that gummy smile was plastered back onto her face while she cut herself a few slices of various cakes and tarts and other desserts. The students nodded hastily and wearily went back to eating and conversing.

(y/n)'s eyes sparkled as her red haired fiance made his way back to the party. He felt the strained feelings in the air and looked around at his fearful students who were much quieter than before. As he walked closer to his designated table with his five favorite people, he saw that his sweet little angel (y/n) was sitting and eating desserts with an adorable smile on her pink lips. Around her? Terrified Adeuce and a scarred Trey and Cater.

He sat down next to his fiance hesitantly and she began going on her sweet little rants"Oh Riddle dear, Trey really did make the desserts so well! I remember you took me to his bakery for our anniversaries, we should totally have him make our wedding cake shouldn't we?" They girl spoke happily while chomping down another bite of the creamy cheesecake.

He smiled at her, then hesitated to speak,"Absolutely my dear, but I have a question... Why are the students in shell shock..? Did something happen whilst I was away?" Riddle questioned in deep concern. "Nothing happened! I just had a quick chit chat with them. Right boys?" She looked at the four boys next to them. They quickly muttered "yes" and "yeah"s under their breath and looking down at the food in their plates.

Riddle sighed then let out an airy chuckle. He gently brought the young lady's delicate hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on it, trying to calm her nerves. The boy found it easy to read his fiance. Knowing that she'd scared all of Heartslabyul into having nightmares of her tonight? It's safe to say he was a proud future husband.

[leejenowrld]

What’s the dirtiest role play Jeno and y/n have ever engaged in?

these are all lowkey insane, you guys know they’re a wild and very experimental couple. i’d confidently say that all these things are canon

1. the stranger in the hallway — full-body objectification, minimal talking, cunt-dumb degradation

this one started with a single text: leave your door unlocked. jeno didn’t say when he’d arrive. y/n wasn’t allowed to speak when he did. she was already on her knees when he walked in — hood up, no shirt underneath, black gloves. she wasn’t allowed to look at his face. he walked in, locked the door behind him, dropped a condom on the floor, and unzipped. it was violent. no names. no rhythm. she had to keep her palms flat against the wall while he bent her over the hallway console table and fucked her with her own vibrator still inside her. double penetration. no prep. the first thing he said all night was, “fuck, your pussy’s stuffed like you’ve been waiting for this all day.” when she moaned too loud, he shoved two gloved fingers into her mouth and told her to shut the fuck up like he didn’t know her name. she came without permission, legs shaking, eyes watering. he didn’t stop. took the vibrator out just to push it back in again. over and over, until she was drooling and stuttering and couldn’t remember what day it was. when it was over, he zipped up and left. never looked at her face. she found a bruise on her neck the next morning and came again in the shower just remembering it.

2. the thief and the brat — home invasion, bondage, begging kink, ruined orgasm denial

jeno broke into her apartment at 3am wearing a ski mask. she was already in bed. it was part of the setup — she told him if you want to play, scare me a little. he did. she shrieked when he grabbed her ankles and pinned them to the bed, and moaned seconds later when he dragged the rope from under her pillow. wrists bound above her, mask still on, he searched her drawers for her vibrator and said, “you keep your toys too clean. i’m gonna change that.” he made her beg for it. called her a rich little slut who needed to be put in her place. made her say “please, sir, steal my orgasm,” before he let her come. except — he didn’t. he ruined it. over and over. every time she got close, he pulled the toy away. flicked it back on only when she whimpered. fucked her through the edge while her thighs trembled and her mouth hung open in disbelief. when she started crying, he kissed her knees and said, “you wanted to be broken in, right?” left the ropes on until morning.

3. the ‘roommate’ humiliation — group chat kink, forced audio, full performance degradation

jeno told her to leave her phone on speaker. told her to play dumb and pretend it was a “voice note for the girls.” he bent her over the edge of the bed and started fucking her while holding her phone in one hand. kept whispering filth in her ear, loud enough for the mic to catch. “gonna let them hear how good this pussy sounds?” she was soaking the sheets, shaking, babbling through sobs of “jeno, they’re gonna know—” and he cut her off with a slap to the ass and another brutal thrust. “let them. you’re the one who said you wanted them to know you’re taken.” she came so hard she screamed. he replayed the voice note before sending it. made her listen to the wet, slapping sounds and the way she sobbed his name like she couldn’t breathe. then — he deleted it. “not for them. just wanted you to know how you sound when you lose control.”

4. the “punishment” tape — camera work, forced eye contact, full dom filth with denial play

he set the phone up against the headboard. locked in focus. she wasn’t allowed to look away. he told her to keep her hands behind her back, legs spread, ass on his lap while he used the vibrator on her — and the entire time, he whispered into her ear what he saw in the camera. “look at you. dripping. pathetic. you like knowing someone could see you like this? think they’d know you’re mine?” she tried to twist away and he yanked her hips back down. “stay still. this isn’t for you. this is for when you forget who you belong to.” when she finally came, he made her watch the whole thing back. three times. legs shaking. vibrator still pulsing on her overstimmed clit.

5. mean professor jeno vs. bratty student y/n — flipped halfway, power reversal, oral control, face fucking

it starts with him pacing behind the desk, thick binder in hand, voice cold. “you think i wouldn’t notice you copied that final paragraph word for word?” she’s in uniform. skirt way too short. knees together like she’s playing innocent. but she’s not scared. she smirks. lets her fingers trail along the edge of his desk. “so what? you gonna fail me? or fuck me?” he’s thrown. just for a second. but it’s enough. because the second he pulls her out of the chair and puts her on her knees, she drops the act. takes control. deepthroats him fast, sloppy, loud, looking up with those tear-glazed eyes. “you’re the one who wanted this,” she breathes between sucks. “you needed a reason.” he moans. tries to pull back. she grabs his hips and shoves him deeper, gagging herself on purpose, humming until he begs to come. she spits him out, wipes her mouth, and says, “that’s what i call an oral exam.”

6. handcuffed in the backseat — officer jeno and the girl who won’t behave, full restraint, grinding, public edging

he tells her she’s being too loud. too reckless. caught trespassing on campus after curfew. cuffs her hands behind her back before he even gets her in the car. she’s not scared. she’s giddy. climbing into the backseat with her skirt bunched and no underwear, daring him with every breath. he sits beside her. doesn’t even drive. just stares. and she leans in, lips brushing his neck, whispering, “are you gonna take me downtown, officer? or bend me over right here?” he chokes on air. she laughs. slides her thigh over his lap and grinds. slow. filthy. restrained. she keeps her arms cuffed behind her the whole time, riding him with nothing to hold onto but her own balance, until he’s cursing into her neck and telling her to slow down. “you cuffed me,” she moans, dripping onto his lap. “you wanna stop it, uncuff me.” he doesn’t.

7. roommate walk-in: ass eating chaos — pure carnality, spit, dominance, tongue-deep obsession

this one doesn’t even start as roleplay. they’re at her place. he’s teasing her. says she’s too shy to ever sit on his face. she looks him dead in the eye and says, “lay down.” he does. shirt still on. belt undone. she straddles his face backwards — skirt still on — and sinks onto his mouth. he moans so loud it echoes. hands gripping her thighs like he’s trying to anchor himself. she rocks back slow until his tongue’s at her ass and doesn’t stop. he licks like he’s starving. she’s already wet, panting, grinding against his face with full weight, and he doesn’t stop even when her legs start to shake. “fuck—jeno, you’re gonna make me come again,” she whines. he just groans harder. she pulls her cheeks apart, fully riding him until he’s moaning into her hole like it’s the only thing he wants in the world. when their roommate walks in and screams, she doesn’t even move. just grinds down harder and says, “busy.”

8. casting couch chaos — porn parody, objectification, verbal filth, fast and feral

jeno plays the hotshot director. black cap, clipboard, camera already recording. she plays herself — but sluttier. sits on the edge of the couch with her thighs spread, licking gloss off her bottom lip while he paces and says, “so what makes you think you’re right for the role?” she shrugs, pulls her shirt over her head, no bra. “i take direction.” he laughs. “prove it.” she kneels between his legs and unzips him without blinking. takes him in her mouth, strokes what doesn’t fit, moans around his cock until he starts slipping — then pulls off. sits on his lap. rides him slow, while whispering, “what do i get if i pass the audition?” he growls. she clenches. he nearly spills. she grins and says, “guess i’ll wait for a callback.”

(longer scene)

6. “you’re here to learn.” — roleplay setup, control dynamics, initiation

they don’t tell her what it is. they just invite her upstairs. jeno’s shirt’s already half off, face flushed from the weed he hit too hard off yn’s tongue. the new girl’s glossy-eyed, dizzy from the shot she took downstairs, all pink lips and fluttery lashes, trying to keep up. yn circles her like smoke, trailing her nails down her arm. “you ever been in a threesome before?” she asks, sweet like poison. the girl shakes her head. yn hums. presses a kiss under her jaw and turns her face toward jeno, who’s already palming himself through his jeans. “good,” she says, voice like silk over something sharp. “then you won’t mind if i show you how it’s done.”

everything’s already melting. yn lights the joint and blows the first drag into jeno’s mouth, then pulls the other girl in and does the same. secondhand high, passed between tongues. her lipstick smears over both of them. someone slipped something into the tequila—just enough to make their skin buzz, just enough to make every moan echo. jeno’s panting before anyone’s even naked. yn grabs the girl by the chin and murmurs, “you feel that? that’s your pussy getting wet from my mouth. now imagine what it’ll be like when you’re on your knees for him.” the girl gasps. yn licks the sound off her lips.

jeno’s laid out on the velvet couch, shirt discarded, jeans around his thighs, eyes barely focused. his cock’s flushed and leaking, twitching in his hand, and yn’s already sinking down between his legs. she nods at the girl. “get over here.” the girl crawls. eager. innocent. stupid. yn strokes jeno’s cock slow, then licks a stripe up the shaft without breaking eye contact. “watch closely,” she purrs. “you want to make him cry? go for the vein.” she wraps her lips around him and sinks deep, pulling off with a messy pop, then pats the girl’s cheek. “your turn. open up.” the girl takes him. jeno moans. yn pulls her hair back and whispers, “don’t be shy. choke on it.”

jeno’s gone. hips jerking, throat tight, hands gripping both heads. yn grabs the girl’s hair and holds her down just long enough to make her eyes water, then yanks her off and kisses her hard, open-mouthed, spit-mixed, wet and sloppy. “you’re trying,” she says with a laugh, slapping her cheek once lightly. “but you’re not there yet.” she spins her around, bends her over, fingers in her pussy while she sucks him again. yn kneels behind her and licks her open like it’s dessert, hands spreading her thighs. “maybe he’ll come for you this time,” yn hums, mouthing her ass while watching jeno twitch. “but only if you beg.”

jeno’s crying out by the time yn straddles him. his cock’s soaked in spit and slick and shame. she sinks down in one go and throws her head back, pussy swallowing him so fast it punches the breath out of his lungs. his hands claw at her thighs, but she pins them down to his chest and starts riding, slow at first, a taunting grind that makes him twitch and whimper. the other girl’s kneeling beside them, wide-eyed and flushed, lips swollen from sucking, but yn ignores her. “watch,” she says without turning, bouncing harder, riding jeno like she owns him—and she does. “this is how you fuck him. not with your mouth, not with your hands. with your power.” she grabs jeno’s jaw, makes him look at her while she fucks herself on his cock like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do. “you like her mouth, baby?” she purrs. “you gonna come for her?” he shakes his head, moaning. “say it.” he gasps—“no, fuck, only you.” yn smirks. clenches. he nearly sobs. the other girl touches herself beside them, soaking wet and silent, and yn glances over just long enough to spit, “don’t even think about coming unless i tell you to.”

she leans in close, hair sticking to her cheeks, sweat dripping down her back, hips slamming down faster now, filthy and feral. jeno’s toes curl. his voice breaks. he’s mumbling her name over and over while his cock jerks inside her and his stomach flexes—he’s close, gone, finished—and yn locks eyes with the girl just as she starts to shake too. “you wanna finish?” yn snarls. “then watch me break him.” she slams down once, twice—jeno cries out—and comes deep, so deep, her pussy milks him through it, and she doesn't stop moving until he’s shaking, body limp, twitching beneath her, so overstimulated he can’t breathe. the girl comes too, on her fingers, soft and ruined, and yn just laughs, licking jeno’s sweat off her lip as she sits there, full of him, still throbbing.

“lesson’s over,” she whispers, hips still rolling, “but he’s not done yet.”

[cheolslz]

maybe getting mad at your boyfriends over something petty wasn't the best idea.

pairing; 95line x fem!reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

w/c; 2.1k

a/n - based on this request. this is not proofread at all so ignore if any grammatical errors 😔 it's my first full fic so I'll appreciate any and every feedback!

smut warnings under the cut!

warnings; mentions of a creep at a club, poly, established relationship, dom!95line x sub! reader, degradation, petnames (babe, love, princess, cockslut), unprotected sex (don't do this), oral (m. receiving), double penetration, anal, creampie, slight chocking, fluff at the end. lmk if I missed anything!

It's 8pm. You haven't checked your phone all day. you were supposed to be off work 2 hours ago but your boss decided today would be the perfect day to ask you to do their monthly statistics compilation. 

As you make your way upstairs the tiredness of the long workday finally kicks in. you sigh when you reach the door, wanting nothing more than to be in the comfort of your own home and your three boyfriends.

Hard days like this were guaranteed with a high profile job but you knew no matter what happens you’d always come home to the loves of your life.

As you open the door, the smell of your apartment fills your heart with a fuzzy warmth. You walk in and close the door behind you and it slowly hits you.

It's quiet.

Now living with 3 other people, there was always some form of noise in the house. Whether it be Jeonghan's tv show marathons, Joshua's guitar or Seungcheol listening to music, there was always some sound to fill the empty feeling in your ear.

A look around you can see that no one was at home. At first you assume Seungcheol was finally able to convince Jeonghan and Joshua to join the gym with him. You open your phone to see if any of them texted you their whereabouts.

[5:27]

Seungcheol : babe when are you off work?

Seungcheol : we were thinking of going to a movie 

Seungcheol : i know you said you weren't interested in this genre but we really want to watch it

Seungcheol : text us when ur done?

[6:07]

Jeonghan : babeee the movie is at 6:30 you’re supposed to be off work by now where are youuuu

[6:24]

Joshua : hey we’re at the movie okay?

Joshua : we came without you because you said you last week that you weren’t that interested in this

Joshua : we’ll see you in 3 hours <3

Oh. They went to see a movie. Without you.

They’re not wrong, you did say war centric and movies more than 2 hours weren’t your thing but, they could’ve waited right? It's not like it's only going to play at the theatre once. They could’ve easily waited for you and asked?

You're not the type of person to get mad about things like this. Usually you'd brush it off and move on but maybe it's the mixed frustration of work and your boss that you decide to make a phone call

“Hey are you free clubbing tonight?”

So, this was a really bad idea. It's 9pm, you're at a shady club and your friend ditched you to go hook up with someone. When you initially called chan he was constantly reassuring you that he’ll be with you all night because you need it.

His bad jokes and humour for a second did make you feel better but the minute you guys entered the club and he laid his eyes on this girl, it was game over.

You can't blame him, she was pretty as hell. If he wasn't rushing to get alone with her you would’ve asked her where her eyeshadow was from. Now you're alone at the bar, staring at the drink in your hand. Your phone keeps lighting up with notifications but you don't respond.

[8:50]

Seungcheol : babe where are you?

Seungcheol : we left early because the movie was boring you were right

Seungcheol : please respond to us

Seungcheol : i know you're mad at us im sorry

[2 missed calls from Seungcheol]

[1 missed call from Jeonghan]

[3 missed calls from Joshua]

[1 missed call from Seungcheol]

You feel bad. You should respond, you should let them know you’re safe but for this once you feel like proving something to them. What exactly are you proving? Well, you haven't really figured that out yet.

You're staring at your phone when a voice interrupts your thoughts

“Hey, what's someone like you doing here alone?”

You look at your side to see a tall man in all black. He has short bleached hair and a pretty face. You laugh off his comment, not wanting to interact with anyone right now.

“Im mark, i couldn't help but notice how pretty you are” he smiles and extends his hand which you accept with a smile. 

A few minutes of talking later, you start getting uncomfortable. Mark keeps trying to get you to leave with him even though you stated you had a boyfriend. He shrugs it off, his hand sliding to your waist and talking to you about how that doesn't matter.

You laugh nervously and excuse yourself to the bathroom, clutching your phone in your hands. You call the first person who shows up and he picks up in half a ring

“y/n? love where are you we’re worried sick”

“Seungcheol…im at levels bar please come pick me up there's someone making me uncomfortable”

You hear some shuffling in the background and Seungcheol reassures you that they're on their way. 

About 20 minutes later you get a text from Joshua saying they're outside. You have to convince them not to come into the club, not wanting the situation to escalate or get worse. You successfully sneak out of the club, thanking your luck that Mark was now occupied with some other girl.

As you spot your boyfriends, you see relief wash over them. They bombard you with questions and when you confirm you’re okay, they help you in the car and drive back. 

The air in the car is a little tense, no one clearly wants to bring up the topic of why you were at a club alone. Seungcheol had a rule you all followed - if there was something to talk about, you’d do it at home.

Once the car is parked, the four of you silently walk to your door. Jeonghan opens the door and lets all of you in. you take off your shoes and go sit on the couch, preparing yourself for whatever they’d ask you.

“Well? You want us to start?”

“I'm sorry” you say immediately, looking at the floor beneath you. You hear someone walking towards you.

A soft hand trails your face and lifts your chin to look up. Seungcheol has a small smile playing on his lips when he asks “what are you sorry for?”

“For getting mad at you guys and going to the club. I should've just told you i was mad at you” Seungcheol gives you a satisfied grin, his hand still forcing you to look at them standing over you

“We were worried sick, you know? You really almost gave us a heart attack” Joshua sighs looking at you. You give him a sad smile

“I'll make it up to you” you say and Jeonghan laughs loud, his voice echoing through the room

“Trust me you will” he says and walks over to you, his hands cupping your cheeks as he smashes his lips onto yours. He makes you lean back on the couch as he hovers over you, his lips moving in sync with yours as his tongue explores your mouth.

you feel the couch sink beside you and before you can see who it is, Joshua pulls you onto his lap, His firm body pressed on your back. You whimper as you feel his cock straining against his pants on your lower back. 

It doesn't take long before they’ve helped you out of your clothes and all four of you are naked. Jeonghan goes to the bedroom to grab a bottle of lube.

You turn your face to kiss Joshua, slowly grinding your ass on his cock as Seungcheol sucks on your neck. His hands fondle your breasts, squeezing the pinching your nipple to hear those oh so sweet sounds you make. your moans muffled by Joshua's mouth.

You moan into Joshua's mouth as you feel Seungcheol trail his kisses down to your breasts and suck on them. 

Jeonghan walks back in and tosses the bottle to Joshua. Joshua pours some on his fingers and circles your rim

“Gonna take me properly love?” Joshua whispers in your ear and you nod, unable to form coherent sentences. Joshua slowly aligns his cock with your rim and pushes in. The stretch hurts at first but the pain fuzes into a cloud of pleasure for you.

As Joshua slowly lowers you on him, Seungcheol aligns himself with your cunt. Unlike Joshua, Seungcheol isn't soft in the bedroom.

He knows exactly how to push you far enough for it to feel best, so he waits until you're fully lowered on Joshua's lap and he slams his entire length inside you. 

His tip his your cervix perfectly, knocking the wind out of your lungs. 

“F-fuck.. So..fu-full” you moan out.

You take a moment to regain your breath, back arched on Joshua as groans in your ear. 

Jeonghan, clearly feeling a bit left out, tangles his hands in your hair and pulls your face off of Joshua's neck. He slaps his cock against your cheek and lips as he smiles down at you

“Open up” he commands.

As you open your mouth and suck Jeonghan's tip, Seungcheol takes the initiative to move. He slowly drags his cock out and thrusts his full length into you again making you moan on Jeonghan. The movement makes Joshua hit deeper in you. 

Both of them start moving inside you. Seungcheol and him have a mismatched pace making you see stars as you suck Jeonghan harder. 

Jeonghan holds the back of your neck and thrusts into your mouth, making you take him deeper as tears well in your eyes. He throws his head back and fucks your mouth.

The room is filled with groaning and skin slapping as Jeonghan hits the back of your throat with each move.

“Such a pretty fucking cockslut. You like us filling you up like this huh?” Seungcheol grunts and moves his hips faster. You try to respond but the cloud of lust fills your mind as you feel yourself reaching your edge.

Joshua, the ever observant slides his hand down to your clit and slowly rubs his thumb against it. The sensation makes you moan against Jeonghans cock, the vibrations making him moan your name. 

After a few more thrusts you feel his movements stutter as he fucks your face. 

“Want me to cum in your mouth princess?” he groans as you slip him out of your mouth to answer

“P-please Jeonghan..ne-need it”

 Your pretty face begging for him is all he needs before he cums in your throat with a final thrust, painting it white. He pulls out and watches you swallow with a satisfied grin before collapsing on the couch next to Joshua.

The other 2 are not too far behind to follow, their movements becoming more erratic as they reach their highs. Joshua cums with a loud groan and throws his head back on the couch.

His hands keep moving on your clit as he comes down his high, his breathing heavy and inconsistent. 

“Gonna fill you up so well you wont even fucking think about pullling this shit again” Seungcheol curses and his hand wraps around your neck. The slight cut in air with the stimulation on your clit makes you fall off the edge as you cum on Seungcheol’s cock, his orgasm following yours.

Your releases mix together inside you as he rides out his high. You lay back on Joshua as he and Seungcheol slowly pull out. The emptiness and the feeling of their cum spilling out of you makes you whimper. Your thighs sticky with your mixed releases.

You slowly feel yourself coming down from that cloud as Joshua pats your shoulder

“You okay? Did we go too hard on you love?” he asks with slight concern in his voice but you shake your head no. They could never hurt you. 

The three of them help you get up and take a shower, laying out clean warm clothes for you and helping you lay on the bed. Jeonghan lays down next to you and pulls you into a warm hug. 

“Don't do that again okay? You really had us worried” he whispers in your hair.

“Im sorry, i shouldn't have disappeared over something so small”

you say quietly but the 3 of them hear it, they always do. 

Seungcheol presses a kiss to your forehead as Joshua rubs your back.

“We love you, don't forget that okay?”

[reality-detective]

HAARP’S DEATH GRID IS BLASTING AMERICA WITH ENERGY PULSES RIGHT NOW – THE SILENT WAR HAS GONE HOT!

The silent war isn’t coming — it’s already HERE. HAARP and GWEN towers are flooding the skies and the ground with electromagnetic death waves, hammering your nervous system and hijacking your mind. The air feels off because it IS off. You’re breathing in weaponized frequencies designed to break you down.

HAARP ISN’T JUST IN ALASKA — THAT’S A COVER STORY.

There are installations scattered across the U.S., buried inside military zones, fake “weather stations,” and even overseas bases. These antennas blast the ionosphere, altering the jet stream, triggering earthquakes, and targeting your brainwaves.

GWEN TOWERS ARE THE KILL GRID’S BACKBONE.

They’re not cell towers. These Ground Wave Emergency Network systems operate on ultra-low frequencies meant to disrupt human biology. They’re programmed to induce depression, confusion, and submission.

Are you constantly tired? Angry for no reason? Foggy, anxious, or dizzy?

That’s not “life.” That’s frequency warfare.

They want compliance through exhaustion.

They want obedience through sickness.

They want submission without firing a single shot.

And guess what? It’s working.

THE OBJECTIVE IS TOTAL CONTROL.

You’re being conditioned.

Every wave has a purpose: weaken the will, dull the mind, poison the body.

Why? Because an awakened people can’t be enslaved. But a sick, distracted, numb population? Perfect for global control.

THIS IS NOT A TEST. THIS IS HAPPENING NOW.

What can you do?

1. Shield your home. Faraday cages. EMF paint. Kill the smart meters.

2. Clean your body. No fluoride. No GMOs. No heavy metals.

3. Disconnect. Turn off Wi-Fi. Cut Bluetooth. Avoid screen hypnosis.

4. Spread this message. If you don’t, they win.

5. STAY STRONG. Their nightmare? A people who remember how to fight.

THE FREQUENCY WAR HAS GONE ACTIVE.

This is a full-scale attack on the soul of humanity. You are under siege from above and below. And every second you wait, the grid tightens.

You’re not crazy — you’re under attack.

You’re not paranoid — you’re AWAKE.

They control the towers.

But we control the storm.

WAKE UP. FIGHT BACK. 🤔

[devinwolfi]

TOHEEB JIMOH as SAM OBISANYA Ted Lasso | s02e04 "Carol of the Bells"

my final entry for @bag-bang! cutting it way too close but i would never forgive myself if i didn't get this one in

i made jollof rice! with chicken. both because it was easier to source than goat and as a nod to this scene. below the cut i share the link to the excellent recipe i worked off of, some musings about the process, and also this scene. (748w)

to start, here is the recipe i followed. it wasn’t exact by any means, but it was pretty close. if you read @theurbanspaceboi’s post, you’ve already seen this link. it’s great for anyone looking to introduce Nigerian cuisine into their meal rotation. seriously, check it out.

i, for truly no good reason, other than finding the sound of the blender too annoying at that point in time, elected to hand-mash my chopped plum tomatoes (2 tomatoes, total ~200g) in the absolute beast of a mortar and pestle i thrifted earlier this year. i don’t recommend it unless you really like to use your mortar and pestle or wasting a significant chunk of your day. which I do, so.

unlike Flo, i did not de-seed my tomatoes, i’ve never found any noticeable seeds in the finished product any time i’ve made this dish since regardless of hand-mashed or blended, so i think it might be fine. a blender is obviously perfectly fine and encouraged for those of you who are normal.

i fudged the directions a bit and added my mashed tomatoes, minced yellow onion (1/10 – ¼ y’know use your heart. it’s onion it’s good for you), and the thickest tomato paste (25g) i have ever used all at the same time. once the water had cooked off to my liking i added my oil. i didn’t measure it at the time but i poured off maybe a cup and a half to two cups (1.5-2c). i just added oil until it felt right. as for cook time, i didn’t measure that either the first time. the second time it had taken about 45min to an hour. basically, until most the acidic taste of the tomatoes was gone and tasted more like a nice tomato sauce, it mellows even further when cooked with the rice.

for parboiling white rice, you use about twice the amount of water you would normally use (4:1 instead of 2:1 water:rice) and less than half the time (5-7min). you’ll know the rice is done when the grains are still solid in the center, but break without snapping. flo has some videos about this linked on her page that are worth checking out if you’re completely at odds with whatever the hell i’m talking about. keep in mind, parboiled rice occupies about the same volume as fully cooked rice (2:1 cooked:uncooked). don’t ask me how much rice. i don’t know. every time I’ve done this i’ve never been able to guess right and always have so much leftover parboiled rice. so, some amount of rice, certainly.

anyway, combined all the things together in the pot, with a seasoning cube and water since i seasoned and baked my chicken thighs and thus had no stock. i accidentally used the full amount of curry powder (2tsp), but since my powder had no spice, i survived with my taste buds intact and have been using excess curry powder each time i’ve made it since. delicious.

when the rice was dry and done to my liking, i plated with my baked chicken thighs over top. an absolutely life altering culinary experience. delectable. comforting, hearty, rich, other adjective for a good fucking meal.

with the leftovers, i ended up cooking up some frozen stir fry vegetables i had sitting debatably frostbitten in my freezer in some chicken stock and tomato paste (to give it a similar flavor profile to the jollof) and combined. but of course you can use even an ounce of foresight unlike myself and cook your vegetables and/or alternative proteins alongside.

in the future i am especially excited to slice and velvet my chicken using the leftover oil from the tomato stew. velveting being the method used to prep that exceptionally tender chicken found in Chinese stir fries. I’ve also been toying with the idea of incorporating alternative proteins like lentils, tofu, and beans. many possibilities! all of which i expect to be fucking delicious.

now. onto this scene. it grates on me, to say the least. because i think Higgins is, at best, being a stick in the mud. at worst, well. that being said, it is entirely consistent with his character, his borderline appropriative approach to slang, humor, and “hipness.” i find it curious, when people are put off by proteins uncommon in the western world, like goat, raw fish, tofu, etc. y’know? or maybe I’m looking for something that isn’t there. i doubt it, but still. either way, i know that jollof fucking rocked.