#you might recognize these outfits from earlier

[starlitskycreations]

Aika and Nyanko return

This time as an illustration in my sketchbook. Here they are in their battle outfits, ready to kick some ass

[hoshifighting]

      jeonghan + anonymous sex

— where you discover that behind the scary mask, who's eating you out, is your professor, mr. yoon.

WARNINGS: +18, smut, oral, halloween party setting, penetrative sex, oral [f. rec], dirty talk, edging, taboo, fingering.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

halloween at uni was always a wild time—like, the one night when everyone just let loose and acted like idiots without any shame. it was a free pass to look either insanely sexy or terrifying as hell, and you’d seen both ends of that spectrum in past years. mostly, you loved it ‘cause it was kinda like a game of guess-who after the party, everyone spending the week after trying to figure out who was who under those masks. and that’s why the costumes just got more and more wild. anonymity? sign you up.

you and jewie, your ride-or-die dormmate, had done the whole horror bit every year, rocking the most messed up, bloodied-up outfits you could think of. but this year you both decided to go full-on sexy for once. jewie was rocking this short-ass witch outfit, all black and lace and pointy hat, and you—well, you were killing it (pun intended) in your killer bunny getup. thigh-high lacy white socks that clung to your skin, corset cinching you in, and this creepy-ass bunny mask that made you look both cute and dangerous. not to mention, the whole mask thing meant anything could go down and nobody would know.

“yo, you really gonna leave a note in his locker?” jewie whispered, eyes sparkling as the two of you snuck into the staff wing, the sound of your heels echoing off the empty halls.

“hell yeah, i’ve been crushing on prof yoon since he walked into his first lecture looking like a whole-ass snack,” you hissed back, your heart racing.

she let out a cackle, almost too loud. “he’s gonna die when he sees it. also, maybe don't bend over like that unless you want your ass out for the world to see.”

you shot her a look over your shoulder, half squinting through your mask. “fuck you, i’m not gonna walk like i’ve got a stick up my ass.”

“babe, that’s your job,” she teased, slapping your ass as you fumbled with the lock on the door. she was always like that—pushy, teasing, but down for whatever dumb thing you suggested, no questions asked.

finally, you managed to crack open the door to prof yoon’s locker, and the nervous excitement flared up all over again. “i’m doin’ it,” you muttered, mostly to yourself, as you slid the note into his stuff. just a stupid little flirty note. something anonymous and mysterious. if he recognized your handwriting? well, oops. that’s a future problem.

jewie watched, leaning against the doorframe, eyes flicking between you and the locker. “if he likes it, we might need to sneak you back in here to leave more. like a killer bunny pen pal situation.”

you laughed under your breath, shaking your head. “he’s not that dumb, but if he was, i’d consider it.”

you straightened up, adjusting your mask before looking back at jewie. the whole night felt like some weird fever dream—maybe it was the booze from earlier or just the high of running around campus dressed like this, but you felt unstoppable.

“okay, let’s get outta here before we get caught,” jewie said, pushing herself off the wall. “i swear if we see anyone, i’m pretending i don’t know you.”

“bitch, please, you’d totally rat me out,” you shot back, nudging her as the two of you slipped out of the staff room, adrenaline still pumping.

you took a long sip from your pouch, the cheap booze hitting just right as you swayed along with jewie to the beat. then, mid-spin, you spotted something—or rather, someone—that made you freeze in place, your lips still wrapped around the straw.

“i can’t fucking believe it,” you muttered, pulling the straw out and sulking like a kid who just had their candy stolen.

jewie gave you a sideways glance, eyebrows raised. “what’s got your panties in a twist now?”

you nodded toward the door, where another killer bunny had just strutted in, looking way too damn good for your liking. “look at that,” you said, gesturing with your drink. “bunny? okay, fine. but killer too? are you shitting me? what’re the odds?”

you huffed, feeling your vibe slightly killed by the sight of the other guy wearing basically the same damn thing as you—except he had this slutty, fitted black suit, and his mask was just as creepy as yours, that luscious black hair peeking out from behind it.

“wow,” jewie scoffed, following your gaze. “you’re really pressed about another killer bunny? seriously? it's halloween, dude, chill. everyone’s doubling up.”

“easy for you to say,” you muttered, still eyeing the guy. “you're not the only slutty witch in the room.”

she rolled her eyes, snorting. “uh, excuse me? i've seen, like, five other witches tonight, and one of them even had a broom—a broom, y/n. i just accepted it. it’s halloween.”

it was halloween, and sure, half the campus was probably dressed as witches, zombies, or sexy cops. but still, the nerve of this guy, strutting in like he invented the killer bunny look.

“and, you know what? my panties are in a twist, actually,” you shot back, glaring at jewie, who just gave you an unimpressed look. “like, literal twist. feels like they’re strangling me.”

she burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “oh my god, you’re such a mess. there’s a whole locker room situation going on if you wanna fix it. no one’s gonna be in there anyway..”

“the locker room?” you hummed, considering it for a second. “yeah, might as well. better than walking around with my ass in knots.”

you slipped away from the party, the beat of the music fading as you made your way down the empty hallway, heels clacking against the floor. it was eerily quiet outside the main campus area, the darkness swallowing up the noise from the party like you were walking into another world. halfway there, though, you swore you heard something. footsteps, maybe? you glanced back over your shoulder, but the hallway was just as empty as before. shrugging it off, you kept walking.

then again—footsteps.

you whipped around, heart starting to race a bit. nothing. nobody. great, you thought. either you’re paranoid or some dude in a clown costume’s gonna jump out at you any second.

you sped up, practically rushing into the locker room, slamming the door behind you like that would keep the creepy vibes out. with a sigh, you lifted your skirt and fixed the tangled mess of fabric underneath. “goddamn,” you muttered, whistling in relief as the tension eased up. “finally.”

you made your way to the mirror, fluffing up your hair, adjusting your bunny ears, trying to look like you hadn’t just freaked yourself out. but then you heard it again—footsteps. this time, not so distant. real close.

before you could even react, the door creaked open, and there he was. the other killer bunny. strolling in like he owned the place, chill as could be, like it wasn’t the feminine locker room he’d just waltzed into.

“you’ve gotta be kidding me,” you muttered under your breath, shooting him a glare through the mirror. “stole my idea and my spot?”

he snorted, leaning against the sink with his back turned to the mirror, eyes just fixed forward, hands shoved casually in his pockets. “stole your idea? babe, i’ve been rockin’ this for ages.”

“you saw it from me!” you shot back, turning around to face him, pointing at him accusingly. “i should sue for copyright or some shit.”

he let out a low chuckle, tilting his head slightly like he was amused by your little outburst. “you can have the bunny part. i’ll keep the killer part.”

“real original,” you scoffed, turning back to the mirror, fixing a stray curl in your hair. “and what’re you even doing in the locker room? you lost or just stupid?”

“neither,” he said simply, his voice way too smug for someone who looked like he just broke into the wrong locker room. “it was either this, or i piss in a bush somewhere. decided to be classy tonight.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the slight smirk pulling at your lips. “yeah, real classy, creeping around the women’s locker room.”

he leaned closer, still not turning to look in the mirror. “who says i’m creeping? maybe you just walked into my locker room.”

“oh, so now it’s your locker room too? boy, you’re bold.”

“what can i say? bunny privileges,” he said, shrugging like it was the most normal thing in the world.

you shook your head, turning to look at him fully now, sizing him up. he was tall, broad, the slutty suit clinging to him just right, his posture relaxed like he didn’t have a care in the world. and that hair, black and messy behind his mask—well, you’d give him one thing. he wore the costume well. too well.

“you know,” you said, leaning back against the sink next to him, crossing your arms. “if you’re tryna intimidate me, it’s not working. you’re just another bunny.”

he chuckled again, that low, almost lazy sound that somehow made your skin tingle. “maybe i’m not tryna intimidate you. maybe i’m just waiting for you to admit i look better.”

you scoffed, pushing off the sink and standing up straight, close enough now that you could smell the faint cologne clinging to him. it was��� annoyingly nice. “please, i wouldn’t give you that satisfaction even if you paid me.”

“we’ll... see about that?” he murmured, finally turning to face you, his body looming over yours. his mask obscured most of his face, but his eyes locked onto yours, like he could see right through the sass.

and there it was. that thing on your lower stomach that snuck up on you out of nowhere. “you really think you can handle me, bunny?” you teased.

he didn’t flinch. his lips twitched into a grin under the mask.

“handle you?” he echoed, his voice dropping an octave. “baby, i’m just getting started.”

you raised an eyebrow, leaning in just a little closer, testing him, seeing how far you could push. “then show me what you got.”

his hand was on you in a second, pulling you toward him with a firm grip on your waist, his breath hot through the mask. and suddenly, the empty locker room didn’t feel so empty anymore. his other hand slid down, grazing your thigh before hiking your skirt up. “you sure you wanna play this game?” he cooed, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

you let out a breathy laugh, your hands fisting into the fabric of his suit. “you started it.”

“yeah?” his grip tightened, pulling you flush against him, your bodies fitting together too perfectly. “then let me finish it.”

he leaned in for the kiss, but both of you realized, almost at the same time, that the stupid mask was in the way. your lips collided with the hard plastic, and for a second, it was awkward as hell—until you both burst into laughter. “yeah, that’s not gonna work,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“guess we’ll just have to improvise,” he murmured back, and before you knew it, he had spun you around, pressing your hips firmly against the cold sink. the chill of the ceramic made you gasp, but it was nothing compared to the way his fingers slid under the elastic of your garter, pulling it away from your skin before letting it snap back on ur skin.

“fuck,” you hissed, as the sting amde your pussy drool. he was watching you through that damn mask, his fingers traced the hem of your skirt before he flipped it over your lower back, exposing the white lacy set you’d chosen to match the whole killer bunny thing.

“fuckin’ cute,” he growled as he took in the sight of your barely-there panties and thigh-highs. “you really wore this for halloween? shit’s a fuckin’ joke,”

the degradation in his tone made your cheeks burn, you bit down on your lip, trying to keep your composure, he noticed everything.

“what’s the matter?” he asked, mock concern as his hands skimmed over your thighs, squeezing just hard enough to make you gasp again. “you like being called cute while i fuck you up?”

you didn’t even have time to respond before his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down painfully slow, the lace barely clinging to your hips before he let them drop to your ankles. you kicked them off instinctively, your breath hitching when you saw him bend down slightly, he picked them up off the floor, turning the flimsy lace in his fingers for a second before shoving them deep into his pocket.

“gonna keep these,” he muttered, half to himself, half to you. standing up straight again. his hands, slid up your legs, spreading them just a bit more. the rough pads of his fingers brushed against the inside of your thighs, teasing you, waiting for you to beg, or break.

and god, you were close to breaking already.

one hand held your waist firmly in place, pressing you harder against the sink, while the other slipped between your legs, his fingers sliding against your wetness with an agonizing slowness.

“oh.. all soaked already?” he muttered, like he knew exactly how ruined you were just from his touch. “and we haven’t even started. you’ve been thinking about this? about me bending you over, fingers deep in this pretty little pussy?”

you couldn’t help the whimper that escaped you as his middle and ring fingers dipped inside, your pussy swallow him immediately, even when the skin burns a little with the stretch. his long fingers immediately finding that sweet, squishy spot, for a moment, resting the fingers there.

he kept the pads of his fingers facing down, rubbing slow, tight circles against that sensitive spot, making you clench around him. you've never been stimulated like this, it looked so different and knowing for a college boy. the sensation was enough to make your knees weak, but his grip on your hips kept you steady, held in place as he worked you open.

he leaned down, the mask still in place, but you could feel the heat of him behind you. “you hear that? hear how fucking wet you are? all for me, huh?”

you did, in fact, it echoed in the empty locker room, as you try to be quiet. but you moaned in response, your head falling forward, resting on your arms as you tried to catch your breath. every stroke of his fingers had your pussy tightening, thighs shaking, and you were half-sure you’d collapse if it weren’t for the him keeping you upright.

his other hand moving up your back just enough so he could press his lips against your bare shoulder. you felt him lift the mask just slightly, and then his mouth was on you, kissing, biting, his teeth grazing your skin in a manner that had you arching into him.

“fuck, you taste so good,” he muttered. “so sweet. but i bet you taste even better down here.”

you groaned in frustration when you realized he was still wearing that damn mask, completely blocking the possibility of him going down on you. he noticed the way you moaned extra loud, probably because you’d been imagining it—his mouth between your legs, tasting how worked up you were.

he cooed, amused by your reaction, shaking his head like you were some kind of innocent mess. “fuck baby, i’d love to, but this mask is getting in the way. you know that.” his voice was so casual, like it wasn’t a big deal at all, like it wasn’t torture for you. and god, that whimper that left your throat? pathetic. even you knew it. you rolled your hips on his fingers, desperate for something, anything to replace what you couldn’t have right now. the wet, slick sound of his fingers working into you echoed around the room, filling the space with a vulgar kind of music that had him biting his lip, watching you fall apart over nothing.

“oh, you really want it bad, huh?” he laughed, and you whined again, the sound so embarrassingly needy that it should’ve made you blush. but instead, it only made you more desperate. his teasing was too much.

“fuck,” you muttered, half-begging, and he pulled back a bit, thinking for a second before a playful smirk took over his lips.

“let’s play a game then,” he offered, your brows furrowed in confusion, but the second he leaned in, lips brushing your ear, you felt your whole body heat up in response. “we take the masks off. but,” he paused, his fingers still torturing you, making your hips twitch every time he pressed just right. “we keep our eyes closed. i’ll eat you out, i’ll do anything you want, but no peeking.”

you hummed at the idea, already thinking of how good it would feel to have him without the barrier of those stupid masks. but before you could even respond, he tilted his head, adding with a teasing lilt, “but first... i gotta fuck you. because you’re so fucking tight, so fucking pretty squirming around my fingers like this.” his voice softened into something almost sweet, like he was praising you, and the way he cooed when you shyly squirmed against his hand, embarrassed by his words, had your body tightening in response. “such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

you were nodding before you even realized, the words barely out of your mouth before you agreed to it. the mask was yanked off, tossed to the side, and you felt him pull away slightly. you didn’t dare look back at him, though—you kept your promise, eyes shut tight, chest rising and falling rapidly.

you felt him shift behind you, the rustle of fabric as he undid his pants filling the locker room with a sharp, exciting edge. his fingers left you with a wet pop, and the sound made you shiver. god, you could still hear it—how soaked you were, how turned on he’d made you. your body reacted to the absence of his touch with a small gasp, but the moment you felt his warm breath near your ear again, your nerves melted away.

“don’t open your eyes,” he warned in that same serious tone, even though you could practically hear the smile on his face. you nodded, swallowing hard, trying to keep still. his fingers returned, now gripping your hips firmly, and you couldn’t help but arch into him, needing more.

“good girl,” he murmured, guiding you to bend further over the sink. your chest pressed against the cold surface, your eyes squeezed shut, but you could feel everything. you were painfully aware of how exposed you were to him, the skirt flipped up, your wetness on full display.

the blunt head of his cock nudged at your entrance, slick and heavy, and you braced yourself, but he didn’t push in. instead, he slid it up, dragging it along your folds, teasing your clit and the leaking hole. the sensation had your toes curling, and you couldn’t stop yourself from asking, “you just gonna rub it?”

he chuckled darkly, pressing the tip against your entrance again but not entering. “thought i’d take my time, make you beg a little more.”

you groaned, squirming under him, your hips moving on their own as you chased the penetration. you could feel him smiling behind you, still teasing, but his hand was firm on your hips, holding you steady as he slowly dragged his cock up and down, brushing against your clit every time. it was maddening, the way he was holding back, making you wait, making you ache for him.

“you want it that bad, hm?” he asked, and before you could even answer, he pushed in, sliding into you with a slick, deep thrust that knocked the breath out of your lungs as you watch pitch black. “fuck, there it is.”

you moaned, the sudden fullness overwhelming, your fingers gripping the edge of the sink as he held you in place, his cock buried deep inside. he didn’t move at first, just let you adjust to the stretch, but his hands were still moving—one sliding up your back, the other gripping your ass, squeezing hard as he groaned low in his throat.

“ah!–don' squeeze me like that,” he muttered, his voice strained as he began to move, his hips grinding into yours rolling the dick in and out of you. “taking me so well... pretty pussy devouring my cock.”

you whimpered at his praise, your body trembling with every slow stroke. he wasn’t holding back anymore, his pace picking up, his hand slipped down between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing light, quick circles that had you moaning loudly.

the thing was;

his eyes had been wide open the whole time.

he was practically glowing with the fact that you hadn’t recognized him at all. he knew it was you from the second you stepped into the party, making him choke on his own spit, all dressed up in that killer bunny costume, and it made him feel like he was holding onto the biggest secret ever. you had no idea who you were fucking, and that made everything ten times hotter.

as you leaned over the sink, he got a perfect view of your face blushing beneath your expertly done makeup, all those little details you’d spent hours perfecting. the way the light caught the shimmer on your cheeks, the dark eyeliner framing your eyes just right—it was beautiful. even though you planned on hiding your face with that mask for the entire night.

he pretended to keep his eyes closed, even though he could barely contain his excitement. “i hope you don't open your eyes hm? you wouldn't want to lose me eating you out, right?” he’d said with a smirk, watching as you nodded obediently. you were so good at this—everything about you, from the way you shifted on the sink to the way you were biting your lip in need, made him ache to see your true reaction when you finally figured it out.

he could feel your nervous energy as you followed his lead, trusting him completely. it was almost comical how easy it was to manipulate the situation, how horny you were, and he couldn’t help but chuckle quietly to himself.

“you’ve got no idea how fucking cute you moan,” he murmured, leaning closer, his breath ghosting over your ear as he continued to thrust into you. the way you squirmed made him even harder, and he could feel his own arousal rising at the thought of keeping this secret just a little longer.

“shut up,” you whined, clearly flustered by his words, and he couldn’t help but laugh softly. god, you were adorable. he kept it playful, teasing you even more as he leaned down to press his lips against your shoulder, kissing a line up your neck as he continued to roll his hips into you. “just focus on how good you feel.”

every thrust sent a quiver through you, and he could feel you responding to him, getting wetter with every move. you were lost in it, and he was completely taken by the way your body reacted to his touch. he loved how your sounds filled the space, how you couldn’t help but moan louder and louder as he picked up the pace, fucking you deeper.

“tell me how good it feels.”

“so good, you feel so good—your cock—s'big!” you breathed, and he reveled in the power he had over you. he could see the way your body squirmed beneath him, anguished for more, and it only pushed him to keep going.

“that’s right, keep saying it,” he encouraged, his fingers curling around your waist, pulling you back against him as he hit that sweet spot inside you. “i want to hear everything, since i cant see it.”

he could feel you tightening around him, your that sweet release pulsing, and just when you were about to hit that peak, he pulled out, leaving you gasping “what the fuck?!” you cried, your voice high-pitched with desperation, eyes still closed. he couldn’t help but chuckle at your frustration, knowing just how good you felt, but wanting to keep you on that brink a little longer.

“patience, bunny,” he teased, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “you’ll get what you want.”

with that, he pushed back into you, driving deep and hard, and the sound of your moan filled the locker room. “yes! please!” you begged, fingers digging into the sink as you rocked back against him.

but again, right when you were so close, he slipped out. “no, no, don’t do that!” you whined, the desperation in your voice making him grin. “i was so close!”

“i won’t let you cum on my cock,” he said, a teasing grin playing on his lips as he watched your expression crumble. your face fell against your arms in defeat, sulking like a petulant child. “why?” you whined, the sulk evident in your voice, and he couldn’t help but scoff at how adorable you looked, all flustered and desperate.

just then, his hand tangled in your hair, tugging enough to make you almost open your eyes. the sudden pressure made a strangled moan escape your throat, and he loved it.

he slowly turned you around, guiding you to sit on the cold sink. you cursed under your breath, your legs instinctively spreading wide as you positioned yourself for him.

“this is so unfair, i cant see you...” you muttered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you thought about how you couldn’t see what he was doing. you could hear the sound of your breath quickening as he dropped to his knees in front of you, the idea of him between your legs making you almost cum on spot.

“you don’t need to see it, babe,” he said, all sultry. fuck you needed to know who he was, and with that, you could feel him get closer, his breath hot against your pussy, making you squirm.

“you’re such an ass for doing this to me,” you groaned, but deep down, you were practically begging for it, and you knew it. he laughed softly, the sound thundering in his chest as he spread your legs wider, giving himself a perfect view of your pussy, the folds puffy, and flushed, dripping beautifully.

a sudden creak from somewhere down the hallway snapped you out of the fog of pleasure, and, instinctively, you opened your eyes. it took a second to adjust, to blink away the haze clouding your vision, but then you looked down—straight at him.

and—

mr. yoon?

“shh,” he whispered, a finger pressed to his own lips, a hint of a smirk twitching as he maintained eye contact with you, even as his head dipped between your legs. you wanted to pull back, to process that your professor was there, settled on his knees in front of you in a locked room, but his mouth had already found your clit.

“oh my god,” you moan, in disbelief, in pure ecstasy. he starts sucking your clit with so hard that makes you dizzy, and your back arches instinctively, the sensations overwhelming. your mind races, but the sight of him—mr. yoon, your strict, no-nonsense professor—eating you out is enough to push you right back over the edge.

you bite your lip to stifle your cries, but it’s no use. the combination of the taboo and the sucking sends you spiraling into the orgasm, and you can feel yourself clenching around his tongue as you cum in his mouth, a whimper escaping your lips.

“holy—” you breathe, panting as he pulls away, licking his lips like he’s savoring the taste of you.

he raises up to kiss you, but you back away instinctively, the shock paralyzing you.

“wait, you didn’t like that it was… me?” he asks, worry flashing across his eyes.

your mind is racing. so he was the one fucking you? after the letter—oh my god. “i… i didn’t know it was you!” you manage to stammer.

he licks his cum-covered lips, that sly grin still in place. he steps back slightly, still unsure of what to say. “so… you liked it, then?”

“well, yeah, but—” you start, but the words fail you. how do you even explain this? how do you tell your professor that he just made you come like that, and it was one of the best experiences of your life?

you catch his gaze, and for the first time, there’s a flicker of worry in mr. yoon’s eyes. he's probably already imagining that expulsion letter or the scandal that’d blow up his career.

“relax,” you murmur, smirking as he watches you. “i’m not about to go blabbing to the dean or anything.” he quirks a skeptical brow, clearly not convinced yet, and you give him a playful shrug. “but only if… you get on your knees again and show me just how much you wanna keep me quiet.”

the corner of his mouth lifts. “oh, is that right?” he murmurs, and before you know it, he’s stepping forward, hands sliding around your waist as he leans down, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

“guess i’ll have to make sure you’re too busy to even think about talking,” he whispers.

[...]

monday rolls around, and it’s like the entire campus is still buzzing about the halloween party. people are dissecting every detail, trying to figure out who was behind which mask. you’re sitting at your desk, pretending to read the same damn paragraph for the fifth time, but let’s be real—there’s only one thing on your mind: mr. yoon’s dick.

jeonghan’s up at the front, leaning against his desk, teaching as if nothing happened, and you can barely keep a straight face. every time you glance up, you can’t help but picture the way he looked at you, the feel of his hands, his mouth… yeah, not the kind of thoughts you should be having in the middle of class.

the bell finally rings, snapping you out of it as everyone starts packing up. your friend pauses by the door, waiting, but just as you’re about to leave, mr. yoon clears his throat.

“y/n,” he says, there’s that hint of something under it, something only you would catch. “stay a moment, would you?”

you wave your friend off, muttering something about catching up later. she glances between the two of you and, of course, shoots you a knowing smile before shutting the door on her way out. it’s just you and jeonghan now, the room empty and quiet, his gaze pinned on you.

he raises an eyebrow, and his eyes flick towards the closed door. “should i be worried about that smile she gave you?” he asks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

you blink, caught off guard. “no! no one knows about… us,” you insist, a bit too quickly.

he scoffs, giving you this look like he’s amused but skeptical. “oh, i know that,” he says smoothly, but then he taps his finger on his desk. “but she definitely knows… about this.”

with a dramatic flourish, he slides open a drawer and pulls out the letter. your stomach drops as he lays it out on his desk for you to see, the unmistakable swoop of your handwriting there in all its glory, complete with little heart and butterfly stickers surrounding a mortifyingly filthy sentence.

“wanna feel your cock hitting the deepest part of my pussy until i can’t even remember my name.”

you freeze, face heating up instantly. oh, god. did you really write that?

he chuckles softly, watching you squirm as you avoid his gaze, suddenly very interested in the stack of textbooks on his desk. you press your lips together, practically biting down to keep from making any sound, because your brain is malfunctioning.

“so,” he murmurs, “did you really mean every word?”

[apartmentsmoke]

"Evan, have you seen my jacket? The army green one I pulled out earlier?" Tommy would've sworn that he'd laid out the jacket on the bed alongside the rest of his date night outfit before work, but maybe he'd placed it down somewhere else. "Oh - yeah!" He could hear Evan's footsteps in the hallway leading towards the bedroom. Hopefully he had the jacket in tow. When Evan appeared in the doorframe, wearing not only Tommy's jacket but also a pair of his pants Tommy recognized from one of his ill-advised "find your style" eras, Tommy raised his eyebrows. "You went shopping? In my closet?" Evan blushed, a hint of pink coming to his cheeks to match his lips. "I thought it looked good on me." Tommy closed the few steps between them, delighting in Evan's blush deepening. He rubbed at the collar of the jacket, then trailed his fingers down Evan's chest, letting them dip into the hem of the jeans for a split second. "Oh, it does. They might look even better on the floor, though." "We'll have to test your theory out later," Evan said, his grin promising. "So you don't mind me going shopping in your closet?" "Nah." Tommy grinned back at him. "I already went shopping in yours."

based on the recent bts shot

[torukmaktoskxawng]

the perfect fit

Pairing: Aged up!Ao'nung x Aged up Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Request by: @froggieface

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, aged-up characters, rough smut, p in v, mentions of choking, nudity, creampie, cock warming, dirty talk, etc.

Words: 3k+

Taglist: @aonungmyaddiction (because you wanted to be tagged in anything Ao'nung related. I hope that's still okay!)

Prompts used: #17, Stealing or Sharing Clothes

Na'vi Words: ilu - plesiosaur like animal, marui - home/pod, tewng - loincloth, yawne - beloved, tsaheylu - the bond

A/N: Doesn't correlate with any Kinktober prompts, except for choking but we already surpassed that lol. Thanks for the wait and enjoy my first avatar x reader smut :) I did stray away from certain aspects from the original request so I'm sorry about that, was desperate to get it done.

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It all started when Ao'nung had been in an ilu incident earlier that week. When helping herd a predator away from the reef, his ilu was startled and began to buck and swim wildly to the point where the poor thing couldn't figure out which way was up or down. Amidst the chaos, Ao'nung had been flung and shoved into bystanding coral, cutting up part of his right arm. His hunting party brought him home immediately after scaring away the danger. It was only a superficial, non-threatening wound. The cut was long but not deep, and Ao'nung had barely bled, but to refrain from swelling, his mother advised him not to wear his usual adornments on his arm for the rest of the week.

This brings Y/n to her current predicament, trying to find something new to wear for tonight's upcoming celebration for the new season. Scrounging around hers and Ao'nung's shared marui, she was partially frustrated that she hadn't made something new for this event even though she had known about it for weeks. Rummaging through her things, she had come up with some old tops and loincloths she hadn't worn in a while and thought they would be perfect for tonight's event. She might as well refresh her old style and make it new and exciting as she wanted to stand out, but over the years, she had started changing her style so much to the point where none of her current jewelry matched the older clothes. So now she was frustrated with herself that she, yet again, didn't make anything new for the festivities. 

She decides to rummage around her mate's things and immediately finds his armband, the one Ao'nung always wore but currently wasn't due to his small arm injury. Y/n beams while holding the armband, running her thumb over the sea hemp weaving and the scattered iridescent shell chips. She goes to place the band on her respective arm and feels a small pang of disappointment when she realizes it was too large. At the same time, she felt amused, and her cheeks felt warm, knowing that her mate's arms were more prominent. Scrambling for ideas on what to do with the armband instead, a small, devious thought crossed Y/n's mind.

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Later at the celebration, Ao'nung will see what devious thought that would be for himself. He hadn't been able to meet back up with Y/n before the day turned to night and the festivities rolled around.  The communal fire was set ablaze, and the drums and singing had already started before Ao'nung finally caught a glance of his lovely mate.

He and Rotxo were standing off to the side and watching the dancers swirl around the fire like a wave, working forward and back on the shoreline. Ao'nung was looking around to see if he could spot Y/n among all the dancers before Rotxo nudged him, grabbing his attention. His friend is pointing off to the long row of dancers, eyebrows scrunched in confusion and recognition.

"Hey. Isn't that your armband?"

Ao'nung follows Rotxo's gaze and his finger, finally finding Y/n in the crowd. She was wearing a beautifully beaded top and a matching loincloth that Ao'nung didn't recognize, but greatly appreciated the way the outfit looked on his mate's body, admiring how the band holding up her loincloth hugged her hips and accentuated the color of her skin, making the cloth itself look as though its covering Y/n by itself. The top was made of seagrass dyed a light blue color, so light to the point where it nearly blended in with the rest of Y/n, giving off the impression she was practically nude. Many bystanders' jaws dropped and they had to look a second time just to realize that she was, in fact, clothed, then they all continued to watch her in awe. Y/n was none the wiser, more focused on the dancing than the people around her.

And settled around her neck, acting as a choker, was Ao'nung's favorite iridescent shell armband.

Ao'nung's eyes could not leave her neck, gaze completely fixated on that very familiar armband that Y/n was treating as a necklace. It was a perfect fit, he noted in amazement and a growing fascination. A band that could easily fit over his arm was now perfectly snug against his mate's beautiful neck and Ao'nung almost envied it. He envied the fact that his armband was currently wrapped around Y/n's neck and whatever warmth that was growing in his gut made it known. The flash of hot jealousy blazes through Ao'nung's body, heating up his skin in a way the communal fire couldn't, his envy perfectly residing alongside the hot desire he also felt. He had to refrain from gaping like a fool by clamping his mouth shut, forcefully swallowing back whatever stupid sounds he nearly let out at the sight of his woman.

Y/n could feel eyes on her, all around the ceremonial fires. So many people were looking at her, and while she didn't visibly show it, her skin was hot under so much attention, but her mind was only focused on one. Her gaze flicks to the spot where she last saw Ao'nung, and to her delight, he was already staring at her, unwavering while Rotxo was none the wiser. Y/n knew that look from anywhere, and a warm stirring made itself known between her legs, fired by the heated gaze that was her mate. Suddenly, Y/n didn't feel up to dancing anymore. At least, not the public celebrating kind.

She easily slipped away from the party without any protests, waiting until the song changed to swiftly break from the dance circle. Her skin cooled as she drew further away from the bonfires, walking into the night, her feet sinking into the sand. Y/n made her way to the nearest floating pathway and lifted herself up, standing up straight and peering over her shoulder back the way she came. Sure enough, another figure had crept away from the celebration, and her adrenaline stirred once more when she recognized the hair and tattoos anywhere. The figure was heading toward Y/n, picking up speed, and so, while barely containing her excitement, the young woman turned and sprinted down the walkways weaving through the village, never taking the time to look back again until she could get to the marui.  

Not a second into stepping into her home, Y/n was ambushed by the figure that caught up behind her, a laugh forced out of her lungs when large, strong arms wrapped around her from behind and carried her further into the pod. Catching her breath, Y/n's laughter was quickly replaced by breathy moans as Ao'nung swiftly hid his face and kissed her neck. He didn't start off slow or gentle, his teeth only determined to mark and brand, especially around the area where his armband rested around her neck.

The moment she tried to grind her backside against his loincloth earned a low growl from him before he purposely pulled away, spinning her around to face him. Y/n immediately leaned in for a kiss, but instead, Ao'nung grabbed her arms and shoved her down onto the sleeping mat, just hard enough to get her to gracefully trip and get his point across. Once lying on her back, Y/n's heart stuttered with the way her mate stood over her, strong shoulders rising and falling with his heavy breaths, muscles clenching up and down his arms as his hands curled into tight fists. He looked feral, teeth grinding together to further show just how much he was restraining himself from practically tearing her apart, only doing so with his eyes, the color in his orbs vanished in exchange for the deep-rooted hunger.

Ao'nung watches his woman for a moment, her body laid out on the mat, squirming under his gaze, eyes completely fixed on him. Her top was barely covering her hardening nipples, her breasts rising and falling quickly to compliment her small, excited gasps of air. She makes a subtle movement, her knees knocking together as she closes her legs. She thought Ao'nung wouldn't notice, but all of his senses were heightened in his arousal and his eyes quickly darted to the small movement. Y/n whimpered, wishing to rub her legs together for some much-needed friction, but felt her whole body freeze under her husband's gaze, unwilling to move without his permission.

The marui slipped into silence while Ao'nung's eyes raked up and down her body, analyzing her, before another growl slipped out of his lips and he knelt down, crawling over his mate's body and pressing his hips to flush against hers. She lets out a small gasp, arching her back to meet his body heat, wishing more than anything to grind against his loincloth. Aside from pressing down onto her, he doesn't move the way she needs him to. Instead, he ducked his head back down into the juncture of her neck, his words hot and prickling her skin, "You have no idea what you do to me, wearing that around your neck. Do you have any idea how much self-control I had to quickly gain before I could foolishly march over to you and put my hand around its respective spot, right around your throat?"

She felt her whole body shiver, closing her eyes as she tried to imagine it. Her womb definitely flutters at the idea of Ao'nung marching up to her in the middle of a party, not caring if other people see when he wraps his hand around her neck and squeezes. She imagined other things, too, like Ao'nung taking her right in the middle of that celebration, never letting up until she orgasmed at least three times. 

Her thoughts are cut short as he begins to kiss down her body while his hand lightly rests on her collar, just shy of her neck, "Imagine all the restraint I had to possess before I could make it known how jealous I was to see my armband around your throat when my hands are literally right here, ma'yawntu."

His kisses reach below her belly button and her legs move on their own to create room for him, spreading apart despite the desire to rub together and create friction. She finds comfort in his weight pressing down between her legs, pushing her tewng aside as she sighs up at the ceiling, "I'm sorry. You can wrap your hands around me now, husband. Right where they belong."

"No," she squirms and whimpers as his hot breath fans over the wetness that began to slowly leak from her pussy, "You don't get whatever you want after pulling a stunt like that. You don't get to have the rush of my fingers tightening around your throat tonight. You should've thought of that before taking my armband as a replacement," his fingers that lay on her collar faintly tap the shells of her new choker, "Now, as punishment, you get to keep wearing this... and only this."

He pulls away from the heat of her cunt and she softly cries at the loss. He moves his way up her body again, removing both of their clothing as he goes, until there is nothing left between them other than the choker, as promised. And Eywa above, the moon was peeking through their home and reflecting off of the damned piece of jewelry, hugging Y/n's neck gently and glowing as if it was made of magic. She looked like a goddess, her cheeks flushed and hair in disarray, the glowing necklace further complimenting the lust in her eyes, half-lidded while looking up at her mate. Ao'nung would normally take the time to memorize this moment, distracted by her beauty and wishing to draw out every soft sigh and moan out of her perfectly formed lips. But the glint coming off of the choker quickly reminded him of the possessiveness he felt earlier, and suddenly he was going back to ravaging her body, relentless in making her squeal and move either away or toward his mouth wherever he kissed or bit down. He was charged up and barely able to form a clear thought through the haze in his head, his instincts only focusing on one thing.

She was so caught up in the bites and kisses mapping out her skin, she failed to notice that Ao'nung had moved his other hand down his own body and ran his fingers along his bulging slit, urging his huge, leaking erection to slip out. She's not given a warning before she feels his large cock slowly push into her, a little snug and making the most obscured squelching noises. Y/n stutters out a loud gasp, squeezing her eyes shut, "Ah-- agnh-!"

She's barely wet enough to make the intrusion easy, so there's a pleasant pain mixing in with the pleasure, that familiar tightness deep in her gut slowly forming, warm with a promise of undeniable pleasure. With her eyes closed, she's unable to see when Ao'nung will be fully seated into her, so the sensation that he was still slowly pushing in only heightened her desperation for more. Imagine her surprise when she thought he was all the way in and he still kept going. It was agonizingly slow and she held her breath through it all, right up until she felt the tip of his cock prod against the soft wall of her womb, his pelvis now flushed against hers once again, finally fully seating him inside her tight, warm walls.

There wasn't any time for adjusting as Ao'nung quickly pulled out and thrust back in, moving his mate up the mat at the force of his hips. Y/n could only take it, knowing her own hips would bruise in the morning by the strength of his thrusts, pistoning in and out of her wet heat, "Ah-- Ao'nung! W-Wait--"

Her words had the opposite effect, and Ao'nung's hands reached down to tightly grab hold of her legs, lifting them up into the air and pressing them down against Y/n until her knees were practically hugging her head, folding her in half. It's just the leverage he needed to go faster, mercilessly pounding into her body, showing off his fangs as he watched his cock spread her glistening lower lips apart, the tight muscle ring hugging around him now puffy from the abuse. The stretch is erotic and borderline painful, filling Y/n without any chance of leaving any room inside while her hands frantically look for a perch to hold onto. One hand grabs the back of her own thigh while the other finds its home around the back of Ao'nung's neck. The pinch of her eyebrows that usually represents pain finally smoothens out into pleasure around the same time Ao'nung noticed it was getting easier to thrust in and out, the wet slick from her pussy drenching both of their thighs and sticking whenever their hips meet. 

Ao'nung slips out a groan when he feels the tightness of her walls clenching around his length, gripping him in waves of ecstasy, "Feels... so good..."

"Don't stop," Y/n tilts her head back to lean against the mat, her neck fully exposed and presenting that sinful armband that got this whole thing started, "Oh, Eywa, please don't stop!"

"First you wanted me to wait, now you don't want meet to stop," the glint in his eye was dangerous as a grin slowly formed on his lips, presenting his fangs again. He clicks his tongue while shaking his head, "Tsk, which will it be, yawne?"

"Mmf!" Her answer is silenced by the sharp thrust of his hips pushing into hers once more, the tip of his cock hitting just the right spot to make her see stars, "O- Oh! Do that again, please! Feel so good, Ao'nung-! So strong and--"

She cuts herself off when his cock thrusts back in and hits her sweet spot once more, drawing an elongated moan out of her lips. Taking a deep breath, Y/n pleasantly feels her new choker gently hugging her neck when inhaling, only for the air to get knocked out of her again when Ao'nung pulls out and shoves his way back into her dripping pussy, gritting through his teeth when feeling his length begin to tighten and leak, "And?"

Tears began to prick in the corner of her eyes. Her peak felt so close and yet so far away like a crash waving that was quickly receding back and forth, back and forth, denying her that climax, "Big! It's so big. Please, my love, please don't stop!"

A coil snaps and Ao'nung's movements suddenly turn primal. He stops thrusting for only a moment, making Y/n cry and spill her tears, desperate and frustrated for her release. He makes quick work to lie down on his side and pull Y/n into his arms, his cock still buried to the hilt inside of her. Tightening his strong arms completely around her body, he's got his mate completely restrained, pressed tightly against the front of his body as he finally moves his hips again, quicker than before and pounding into her bruised cunt without any sign of stopping. Y/n's cries and hot pants in his ear only drive the animal out of him, his arms further tightening around her like a constricting snake, taking whatever he wants without any room for denial. His cock was so unbelievably hard now and pulsing, desperate for release, his thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic, "Yawne... fuck, yawne I need you to cum before me. Can you do that? Can you cum on this cock before this cock cums inside you?"

The promise of Ao'nung finishing inside her thrills Y/n to the point she felt lightheaded, her imagination running wild with her pussy clenching around his cock at the very thought of it, drawing out another string of curses from him. He has one of her legs wrapped around his waist in this position, splitting her open on his fat cock and dragging his length against her walls over and over again, each time hitting her cervix with his tip, right where he knows will have her seeing stars. Her thighs begin to tremble, unable to writh against him with his arms so tight around her.

She whimpered as he purposely stopped and dragged a slow, long thrust in and out of her, not speeding up until she finally remembered to answer, "Yes-- Yes! I wanna cum on your cock, Ao'nung. I need it so bad, fuck! I need you to cum inside of me. Please, claim me."

His hips pick up speed again and she has to bite her tongue to refrain from screaming, instead letting choked-out whines escape her throat. On top of his hips thrusting in and out of her, Ao'nung also uses his arms to move Y/n up and down on his cock, her nipples dragging up and down along his chest as he does so and driving her to gasp and spill all sorts of words out of her lips, praises and nicknames and curses and none of them entirely put together. The coil in her belly is wound so tight, practically oozing out the warm honey within, but not snapping and releasing. It's all too much and not enough to the point that Y/n is dumb on words and spewing nonsense. 

All she could smell was sweat and arousal and him, eyes still stinging with tears while the inside of her thighs are full of slick and Ao'nung's cock, pulsing inside her whenever he thrusts in, just as desperate to let go. She tilts her head up to look at him and watches as he grits his teeth, eyebrows furrowed together with eyes screwed shut, trying to focus so as not to cum early. He's whining and moaning, hissing between his teeth, his sweat sticking his curls to his face. He opens his eyes and looks down, seeing her eyes on him. Without a second thought, he reaches a hand up and curls into the hair on the back of her head, pulling until she bares her neck to him. Pain blooms where he pulled her hair and further blooms on her neck as he sinks his teeth into it, his growl vibrating into her skin and sending shockwaves down her body, "Cum for me, mate. Cum on my cock now."

She screams, holding onto him for dear life as the coil finally snaps, sending both herself and Ao'nung over the edge. Her walls were sporadically fluttering around him as she climaxes, strangling his cock until Ao'nung let out a guttural noise and his cock finally spills everything inside her, coating her walls and spurting thick ropes into her cervix. He couldn't help the loud panting groans he let out into her neck as his balls continued to empty, keeping it all trapped inside his mate.

He initially tries to stop, stilling his hips while continuing to pump and fill his love to the brim, but then her hands find his waist and urge him closer. Her voice is broken and a little hoarse as she desperately grinds down onto his dick, "Keep going... keep going, please!"

He does what she begs for and it's fucking amazing. Ao'nung had to grind his teeth together so that his moans and whimpers weren't heard outside of their marui, his cock now oversensitive from the continuous friction, a feeling he's never felt before since he's never fully ridden out his high. The friction also hits Y/n's clit with how close they're pressed together, and her eyes roll back into her head as another wave of pleasure runs through her, though more calm and minuscule compared to the last.

Ao'nung finally slows to a stop but doesn't pull out, keeping his softening cock inside of her, too warm and comfortable to even think about moving, her walls now rhythmically pulsing around him. The exhaustion doesn't hesitate to take over, arms and legs wrapped around one another to a point where it's uncertain where one begins and another ends. Y/n pleasantly wonders if she should wear Ao'nung's armband more often, and perhaps the next time he decides to fuck her to oblivion they will remember to form tsaheylu before they get too desperate to properly think.

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A/N: Y/n's ceremonial outfit is a small nod toward Marilyn Monroe's "Happy Birthday, Mr. President" dress, when the dress gave off the initial impression that Marilyn was nude and sent the audience gasping in shock when she walked on stage and took off her coat.

[luimagines]

Send Me a Sign

Another Commission!

They asked for deaf reader who ends up with the Chain, with only Legend knowing their version of sign at first and it spreads to the rest of the group. Along with their feelings.

Enjoy!

Masterlist

Contend under the cut!

This was a problem, but one you were accustomed to at this point.

You had found yourself in a new and strange location that looked like your home but was nothing of the sort. There were monsters that you have never seen before as you traveled quietly through the forest trail. At least, you had hoped you were silent. Given that you hadn’t seemed to attract their attention, you figured you were doing alright.

Until something else caught their attention and the whole world went sideways. Weapons and arrows were flying from all around as a group of young men charged at the hoard. You weren’t sure which direction the threat was coming from anymore. It could have been the men or it could have been the monsters- all you knew was that you had to make yourself scarce and fast before you got caught.

Just keep running, you told yourself. Finding a way to contact those people after the mess so you could figure out where you were and how to get back home was an afterthought.

You had all but crashed into one of them on the way to your escape. He was shorter than many of the people in your village and he had a stunning pick streak in his hair but that was all you had time to notice before you scrambled off of him. You quickly sign that you apologize for the collision but you don’t stay to explain anything or get an explanation.

You run away, taking a long way around the mess to keep an eye on the battle despite the distance.

Someone else catches you and waves you down. You feel a slight panic increase in your bloodstream- the adrenaline crash later might as well be world ending and you know it. You jog up to him signing quickly, hoping that he understands what you’re saying. 

You take a moment to see what he looks like. Another blond, blue eyes, face tattoos and wears a fur pelt. It’s not exactly a look you’re used to but he seems to pull it all together despite the strangeness. He certainly doesn’t look bad. You’re quick to notice his armor and weapons. If he was trying to hide them, he sucked at it. They were easily the most intimidating aspect of his entire outfit. You can tell that he’s equally checking you out and sizing you up. He doesn’t seem to immediately get aggressive though. Maybe your lack of weapons and armor help sell the fact that you were more or less ripped from your home. 

Before you can so much as get out a decent greeting, you can tell by the look on his face that he has no idea what you’re saying.

Familiar frustration bubbles up inside you- fighting with the adrenaline inside you for dominance.

Despite the awkward look on his face, he tries to sign back. 

Hope at last.

Only for you to not understand a single thing either.

With the little balloon popped before it could fully inflate, you sag with it and shake your head. You try signing again, slower, wondering if anything would stick. He pays rapt attention to your signals, very obviously trying to follow along.

He looks just as chest fallen and tries to sign back to you- but nothing sticks. His mouth is moving but you don’t recognize the words he’s trying to say. Well- that’s not entirely true. But you don’t think that banana, cat and fiddle claws are the actual words he put into the air.

Dread and awkward helplessness settles ungratefully into your stomach, sinking it further and further to the ground as more time passes.

The young man in front of you sighs and gestures for you to follow. He’s still talking but you’re not sure how to explain that you’re out of luck in that regard as well. However, you were fairly certain that instantly signing would have been a dead giveaway.

You follow him, hoping beyond hope that someone would be able to give you answers.

You end up seeing the earlier boy you ran into. His pink hair was unforgettable despite the chaos. You smile nervously and wave to him again. Given that his friend didn’t seem to understand you, you’re not sure if he understood you earlier.

The young men start talking amongst themselves while gesturing to you.

As much as you expected this at this point in your life, it didn’t make it any less annoying. It’s not like you were right there if anything, nevermind that you couldn’t participate in the conversation.

You crossed your arms, not wanting to be annoyed by their (unintentional) lack of manners.

Although, it seems that Mr. Fur Pelt was merely explaining that you sign because within moments they all took turns signing to you, trying to communicate.

You wanted to cry- but maybe that was the adrenaline crash you knew you were about to have.

You couldn’t understand them either.

Not a single thing.

Was this the universe’s cruel joke to you? To be surrounded by people who could sign but still be unable to communicate to you? 

How many years have passed with wondering what it would be like if everyone could sign? If everyone could talk to each no matter the boundary? 

Your heart twisted as you forced yourself to shake your head with each and every attempt they made. The boy with the pink hair stepped forward, going last out of this group of nine. You couldn’t tell what he was trying to say just as well as the others.

Still, at least with him, he still deserved an apology for virtually running him over.

‘I’m sorry about earlier. I was trying to get away from the fighting and didn’t see you.’ You bite your lip, not wanting to get your hopes up that he would understand you in return.

You see him go still and tilt his head. A beat passes. ‘No problem. It’s not like I saw you either.’

It felt like he had struck you in the face.

Your jaw goes slack before you feel yourself moving. Is it to hug him? Jump on him? Kiss him? You’re not so sure. You managed to reign yourself in before you invaded his personal space but the grin on your face was unmistakable. 

He knew. He knew! He knows your sign!

Feeling excited and safer with him in a moment, you explain your situation, throwing in your name for good measure- signing at the speed of light without care of being watched by the others.

‘I’m sorry you got dragged into this. Call me L-I-N-K in the meantime. Are you hurt anywhere?’ ‘Link’ smirks slightly as you shake your head. You notice another young man with brown hair and ruby sword strapped to his back huss around ‘Link’. He’s also talking quickly- but you can’t make out what he’s saying either.

The spoken language of this group must be different from the one back home as well.

One of the boys, who’s the shortest of them all, hands a small acorn looking nut towards you. You take it with a tilt of your head.

You have no idea what to do with it.

Shorty turns and all but demands ‘Link’ to explain it to you. Which he does. ‘It’s called a Jabbernut. If you eat it you’ll be able to understand us when we speak. It’ll make talking easier.’

That’s when you still.

Oh. They ate this weird magical thing and that’s why they seem to speak and understand each other, but their signing is all over the place. You bite your lip and shake your head, trying to hand it back.

Mr. Colorful takes it back with a confused look on his face. You sigh. ‘I’m deaf. It wouldn’t work on me anyway.’

‘LInk’ tenses up completely and quickly relates what you said to the rest of the group, at least you think that he does. They all seem to change their stance once the knowledge is out and you’re tempted to wage violence at the thought of the knowledge changing anything about this circumstance.

‘Link’ frowns and runs his hand through his hair, ruffling it roughly. He turns back to you. ‘Ok, not a problem. It’s not going to be easy but I’m sure we can figure something out. But seeing as you’re far away from home and in this mess with us- we think it would be better if you come along. Can you fight?’

And like that you no longer feel like fighting them on principle- if anything the fight is dashed from your reach. You’re suddenly very tired. ’Why do I have to fight?’

‘Monsters. We take them down constantly. It would be better if you could defend yourself in the meantime.’ ‘Link’ explains it simply. ‘It would just be easier for everyone if you could.’

You can’t argue with that logic but sadly you shake your head and tell him that no, you can’t fight. You pretty much just have the clothes on your back. If you had a weapon on you, they would have been able to see it. It’s not like you have any magical items either.

‘Link’ makes a displeased face and you know the feeling well. He gestures for you to wait a minute before he turns to the group, speaking to them about what you just told him no doubt. The eldest of them with a scar over his eye makes a point that you’re sure is about your lack of training. You can’t say that for certain but the way he’s keeping his only eye on you is vaguely unnerving all things considered.

It was one thing for Mr. Fur Pelt to size you up- this one feels more penetrating. This man has seen some stuff. And as the biggest man of the group, you don’t doubt for a second that he’s able and willing to flatten you in a heartbeat should you step out of line.

Another blond, with soft looking hair and a large blue scarf steps up and speaks some more, offering no doubt valid points as he sends you a charming smile.

You wave to ‘Link’ and tilt your head. ‘What are they saying?’

He seems a little embarrassed to play Translator if his pink cheeks are anything to go off on, but he turns to you again. He gives you his full attention, blocking off the others from his view so that it’s just you. ‘We’re talking about what to do in an emergency should we get into a really tight spot. It’s not like we would be able to shout at you and tell you what to do. But don’t worry too much about fighting. There’s enough of us to go around to have you covered.’

Strangely, his words help you feel a little better.

Deciding that it would be better to let them figure it out on their own and to simply follow their lead, you nod and figuratively take a step back from the conversation.

They talk rapidly, gesturing wildly with their hand in a way that is not like sign at all and more about just being emotional in general. Every time you manage to make eye contact with one of them, they smile at you. Bright and charming and alarmingly disarming.

‘Come. We’ll find an inn and spend the night in town.’ ‘Link’ gestures for you follow when they’re done discussing their future plans now that you’ve found yourself involved in what shenanigans have pulled you all from their home.

On the walk, ‘Link’ tells you about why they’re far from home as well as what they do and who they are. He tells you that they’re all named Link.

You are inclined to not believe him.

You tell him that and he laughs. It turns many heads of the group, cluing you in that it was louder than it looked like and by the looks on their faces, it wasn’t something he did often.

Somehow, you feel accomplished in making him laugh despite having barely met him an hour ago.

You get the inn where you’re able to have more conversations with. One of them gets the grand idea of getting paper and inks to write out to communicate but that’s also quickly dashed. No one seems to write in a way you could decipher and not a single one of them wrote the same way. You’re both intrigued and infuriated that it didn’t work. ‘Link’ said that they were all from different places, (hence the need for the Jabbernut,) but that didn’t make it any less annoying.

Although you were sure someone found it amusing. Someone potentially up above that was laughing at all your expenses. Surely even the Golden Goddesses got bored from time to time.

You would have found it amusing as well if you weren’t so desperate to get answers for yourself without having to rely on one person entirely. You’re quick to fit in with the group. Even though you can’t hear a word they say, you quickly get a good grasp of their personalities.

The youngest, who ‘Link’ told you was a pirate, aside from being named Link just like the rest of them, brought the paper and began drawing. He drew a house, the ocean, a boat in said ocean and three people. He pointed to one of them and pointed to himself.

It was his home and family.

Your heart warmed and you gestured for the pen. He happily gave it to you while you did the same. Slowly, and with a lot of guesswork on both of your sides, you learned a little more from them without the need for your current translator to step in and smooth out any wrinkles.

Days went by. Weeks went by. You grew comfortable enough around them and their antics that it didn’t seem to be so isolating that they couldn’t sign the way you knew how. They always tried to include you in said antics but given that their idea of fun seemed to be cutting down a tree and riding it as it was launched into the stratosphere, you were more content to watch them.

Suddenly, the one who you were told to call The Traveler walked up to you with a small smile on his face. He seemed nervous. You waved to him and patted the spot next to you. A universal invitation to sit next to you. Maybe that would ease him up a bit. You wondered what got him all worked up.

‘Thank you.’ He sat down.

‘Don’t worry about it.’ You waved him off and turned back to watch The Pirate and The Champion push each other around with large leaves they’ve seemed to have found.

‘They’re funny.’ The Traveler points to the two of them. ’They’re good people.’

‘I think so too.’ You freeze and turn to him, realizing what had just transpired. Your eyes widen and you grin, turning to him fully. ‘You can sign now!’

He laughs and nods his head. ‘The Veteran has been teaching me. I wanted to talk to you too.’

You want to hug him too, but something else catches your attention. ‘The Veteran? Who?’

He tilts his head and points to ‘Link’. ‘The Veteran. Him.’

You nod, understanding who he means now. ‘He just told me to call him L-I-N-K. So that’s all I know him as.’

The Traveler pouts. It’s a cute look on him. ‘We’re all L-I-N-K.’ Here he seems to struggle a little bit to get the signs out, not sure what shapes to make next. You wait patiently, not wanting to rush him or make him feel bad since he’s obviously been making an effort to get this far just to talk to you. ‘Can’t share name. It’s confusing.’

You smile. You think you understand what he’s trying to say. But then again, you’ve all been giving them different names in your head… Maybe you should stick a little closer to the names they have. Otherwise, The Traveler next to you wouldn’t know who you’re talking about now that he’s been learning.

Grinning at the fact that they’re weird for having the same name, you properly introduce yourself to him at last. He grins- brightening up the area around you instantly. It’s blinding.

‘Link’, The Veteran, walks up to you both and slings his arm around The Traveler. ‘Is this guy bothering you?’

It’s teasing and The Traveler seems to take mock offense to the accusation, elbowing his friends in the gut none too gently. The Vet doubles over a little bit before ruffling his friend’s hair vigorously.

You laugh and shake your head, feeling lighter than you have in a while.

It was the first of many.

It seemed that while you weren’t looking or paying attention, the rest of the group had badgered The Vet (something you still feel strange to call him when he introduced himself as Link) into teaching them all your signs so that they could communicate specifically with you.

It appeared that while you were busy trying to help the new learner with their signs as you both finally communicated, the Vet took that opportunity to begin teaching the next one and so one and forth until everyone was more or less proficient enough to have a conversation with you- having learned it all right under your nose.

Admittedly, you cried.

It was probably the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you. 

However, they didn’t stop there and it certainly wasn’t the last sweet thing they did for you.

Before you knew it they would leave little things for you as gifts, even though you could never figure out who was leaving what in your little pack. 

Yes, pack. The boys insisted on giving you your own things even if it meant they all had to buy it with their own money. They had all but fought over who got to give you something shiny and new. It would have been more concerning if they had let you be around to see them try to out sneak each other.

That being said, you were still intrigued about who was giving you such pretty little things. Sometimes it would be a flower or a small gem. Other times it would be a piece of jewelry, like an earring or a ring- the occasional necklace and bracelet. You once found a very expensive looking matching jewelry set that you felt compelled to safeguard that no one had wanted to claim as their gift to you- even if you saw them give each other bombastic side eyes.

It appears that they didn’t even know who gave you that one.

You wore it the next day.

And even The Old Man told you you looked beautiful with them in his own quiet and stoic way. But you’ve grown up in the art of reading facial features and were quick to read his ever subtle smile. It was the highlight of your day.

It didn’t seem like much in the beginning of course. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence for you to receive a gift of sorts but you would have liked for someone to step up and claim ownership of all of this. There was enough to fill your pack to the brim and you had yet to give any of them a proper thank you.

The one they called Sky was willing to hear you out on the matter. He thought it was funny enough as it was, but your clear exasperation and exaggeration was more amusing for him in the interim. It annoyed you but you could see where he was coming from. If this was happening to any of the other boys and you knew you had a part in it (you couldn’t trust Sky with the idea that he was innocent), then you would have found it just as amusing.

You weren’t sure where he was taking you either. Sky had pulled you away from the group for a moment so you could both walk and talk. It was nice actually, being able to just be after all the chaos you and the group had gone through was nothing short of a miracle. And to spend it with Sky? 

You liked him. He was clearly a good guy. From what you could see, he had his head screwed on right. He was sensible and sensitive. He was quiet in a way that didn’t need sound to convey. But he still shared the need for shenanigans just as much as the rest of the group.

He eventually brought you to a small clearing where a small picnic blanket was already set up for the two of you. Your heart fluttered. 

This was unexpected.

But you weren’t entirely opposed to it. By the look on his face and the way he moved around, subtly trying to see your reaction to it, you could tell that he had put a lot of work into this and he was nervous to see if you would like it or not.

You loved it.

You both sat down quickly while Sky explained in a roundabout way what everything was. There was pumpkin soup among small cakes and teas. You’ve never had that before. Sky said that it was his favorite. You couldn’t wait to try it.

Only for someone else to find your little get away and start talking to Sky.

The Captain had his hands on his hips and didn’t look at all pleased about finding you both alone like this. He was talking quickly, looking only at Sky for a short moment. Something crosses his face in the middle of his tirade and he looks at you. He smiles apologetically at you and gestures to Sky. ‘We needed him for something. We were looking everywhere.’

Understanding him, Sky jumped to his feet, gesturing grander and with more passion behind his words. They’re not signing so you miss whatever they’re saying to each other but they’re not happy with one another. That much is clear.

You bite your lip and get up, feeling awkward about being left out of the contact behind this. You don’t want Sky to get in trouble though. You wave to get their attention once more. ‘I’m sorry. It’s my fault. We were just hanging up.’

Maybe taking some of the blame would soften this?

Sky instantly turns to you and shakes his head, waving his hands frantically before signing in a  way you can understand once more. ‘Don’t worry about that. This was my idea anyway. I should have cleared it first. Don’t feel too bad about it.’

Even though he currently gives The Captain the most bombastic side eye you’ve ever seen from Sky.

Warrior gives him an equally annoyed look but once again apologizes to you.

Sighing, you let them lead you back to the others- picnic forgotten about entirely.

Upon returning, the others were quick to jump onto Sky but you wouldn’t hear it- no pun intended. ‘Don’t even think about it! We were just hanging out!’

They calmed but you doubted they would continue behaving once you were out of the picture. It was strange. They got along as if they were closer than brothers. This must have been a big deal. Even stranger was that they hadn’t mentioned the problem to you. At least not directly.

You didn’t want to jump to familiar conclusions. These young men have been more than accommodating to you and being deaf hadn’t seemed to change anything like you had originally feared. So for them to be hiding something as subtle as this must mean they were planning something.

It still didn’t make sense though.

You vowed to keep a better eye on them after this.

Strangely, The Blacksmith was next. It wasn’t as secretive as a small picnic away from the group though. This time you were in the middle of Castle Town. You didn’t seem to catch whose it was but The Blacksmith seemed familiar with the place.

He all but dragged you to a local bakery and told you to pick whatever you wanted, it was on him. Surprised but delighted by the cakes and sweets and breads, you pointed out what you wanted. Part of you felt a little bad for choosing so many things, but you argued in your heart that you could share with the others and you would slip some rupees into The Blacksmith’s pack when he wasn’t looking to pay him back for going a little overboard in your excitement.

That done, The Blacksmith then led you to a park where he sat you both underneath a tree in the shade to go to town on the absolute haul you had just procured.

No one seemed to bother you both this time and the moment of peace was undisturbed until you all but ate the entire thing.

You ate until you were full and satisfied and so, so happy. ‘Thank you Smithy. This was just what I needed.’

He grinned and waved it off. ‘Consider it a thanks for putting up with us as much as you have. I know we can be as stubborn as mules.’

You grinned back. ‘No. I love hanging out with you guys. It’s been fun. Danger aside.’

‘We love you too.’

Something collided with the back of the Blacksmith’s head. He jumped up and threw it back with expert aim despite the fact he hadn’t seen it coming. Impressive.

It in turn, collided with the Vet’s hand. He caught it. Equally impressive.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t just one person to butt in between you and a friend. It appears the rest of the group was there to oversee this. All of them looked annoyed to some degree or another. Impatient would have been another excellent term for their posture and facial expressions.

You waved, albeit hesitantly. A bomb was about to go off and you knew it, but you weren’t sure if it was going to take you out in the process. ‘Hi. What’s up?”

‘First Sky and now The Blacksmith.’ The Vet all but scowled. ’Is anyone else going to get a chance to take you on a date before I get a chance?!’

You stilled, freezing on the spot.

The Rancher smacked him on the back of his head. Said Rancher turns to you and sighs. ‘Did The Blacksmight ask you to go with him? Is this a date?’

You blinked and turned to the young man next to you. ‘Is it?’

The Captain and The Traveler all but threw his hands up in exasperation.

The Blacksmith smiled sheepishly and shrugged. ‘Admittedly, I had hoped so. But I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I was trying to play it by ear.’

You deadpan at his literal translation. ‘You realize that wouldn’t technically work, yes? Why didn’t you just say something?’

‘He did.’ The Pirate signs in the corner of your eye. You turn to him instantly with a tilt you heard. He takes it as his cue to continue. ‘Everyone has. Everyone has been trying to tell you. They weren’t exactly hiding it.’

You feel a blush overtake your face. You look back to each and every one of them in a new light. Shame crawls up your back at your apparent obliviousness but you manage to keep eye contact with the group.

‘I didn’t notice.’

‘We know.’ The Vet’s eye twitched. ‘But we didn’t want to put any pressure on you. It was just to see who you’d go for first and then back off.’

‘That’s a horrible way to go about that.’ You glared. It was tempting to cross your arms but that wouldn’t keep the conversation going. ‘It would have been impossible for me to figure that out. It’s not like I was getting any signals from any of you that you would have been interested!’

Is getting mad going to help this? Maybe not. But anger was easier to deal with than whatever else you were tempted to feel at this moment. Everyone appeared to be getting embarrassed about this in one way or another. You were suddenly very thankful to be having this conversation completely in sign, otherwise the very public would have been watching this with great interest no doubt.

Ignoring the blush on your face, you keep going. ‘I’m not a mind reader. A hint would’ve been nice. A direct sentence would be better. But since you all decided to be sneaky about it you could have at least given me a sign!’

‘That’s all we’ve been doing!’ The Traveler ruffled his hair roughly. ‘We’ve been giving you nothing but signs. Literally!’

You faltered a little, your embarrassment digging every fiber of your being into a deeper hole. Maybe that should have clued you in on that. It’s not like everyone with platonic intentions gives secret gifts, learns a whole new language, then tries to get one on one time with the person of their interest- Goodness, you probably should have been able to figure it out faster than this. But you somehow missed everything they all threw to your face. No wonder they seem annoyed when you go off with just one of them. No one signs anything for a long time and you realize that they’re waiting for you to reply. You bite your lip again and look at each of them. ‘...All of you?’

‘Pretty much.’ The Old Man smiles softly, taking a little bit of mercy on you. ‘It’s still your choice though. We can all back off and give you some time to think and come back to this conversation another time.’

You nod while the group seems to come to an agreement on this. They look at you with bright and bashful smiles. ‘We’ll wait for you to give us a sign this time.’

[rafemotherfuckingcameron]

rafe sees you lying on a bus bench with your bag, the rest up to you!

COLD

Word Count: 0.8K

Pairing(s): Reader x Rafe x

Warnings: Family Conflict, hypothermia

Summary: Rafe finds you on the bus bench freezing

The night was frigid, colder than you expected when you stormed out of the house. Your parents' voices echoed behind you, their yelling only growing louder as you slammed the door.

You hadn't even thought to grab a proper jacket, just a thin cardigan thrown over your tank top and shorts. Your vision blurred from tears, the cold biting at your exposed skin. In your haste to escape, your foot caught on a loose stone in the driveway, and you went down hard, scraping your hands and knees against the icy pavement.

Snow began to fall, light at first, but it quickly picked up, the flakes sticking to your hair and soaking your clothes. Shivering uncontrollably, you tried to stand but felt dizzy, the adrenaline from the fight fading and leaving you weak.

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Your fingers clung to the strap of your bag as you stumbled toward the main road, each step heavier than the last. Your legs eventually gave out, and you collapsed onto a bus bench, the cold seeping into your bones as darkness edged into your vision.

The last thing you remembered was the sound of tires crunching on gravel, then a deep, familiar voice calling your name.

You stirred faintly, the hum of an engine and a blast of warm air pulling you from unconsciousness. Your body felt heavy, your limbs too stiff to move, but you could feel the heat of the car’s air conditioning washing over your frozen skin. The faint scent of cologne filled your senses, and you caught snippets of a voice—low, urgent, and soothing.

“Y/N, stay with me. You're okay. I've got you.”

You tried to open your eyes, but they were too heavy, your head lolling against the seat. A large, warm hand brushed against your forehead, a brief tether to reality before the darkness pulled you under again.

The next time you woke, it was to the comforting warmth of blankets cocooning you. Your eyes fluttered open, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. You recognized the space immediately: Rafe Cameron’s bedroom. The faint smell of tea and cedarwood lingered in the air, and the weight of the blankets felt grounding.

You tried to sit up, but your body protested, still sore and weak. That’s when you noticed your clothes had changed—a large, soft hoodie and sweatpants replacing your soaked and freezing outfit from earlier. Confusion swept over you as you pushed the blankets down slightly, your voice hoarse as you croaked, “Rafe?”

“Hey.” His voice came from the doorway, and he appeared moments later, carrying a steaming mug. He placed it on the nightstand before crouching beside the bed, his piercing blue eyes scanning your face with concern.

“You’re awake,” he said softly, relief flooding his features. “You scared the hell out of me, Y/N.”

“What... what happened?” you whispered, your throat dry and voice barely audible.

“I found you,” Rafe said, his tone gentle but serious. “You were lying on a bus bench, freezing. You weren’t even fully conscious. I got you in my truck, blasted the heat, and brought you here.”

Your mind tried to piece together fragments of the night, but it was all hazy. “How did I get—” You gestured vaguely at the hoodie and sweatpants.

Rafe’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Don’t worry. Sarah changed you. I wouldn’t... I didn’t want you to wake up and feel uncomfortable.”

You nodded slightly, grateful but still dazed. “Thank you,” you murmured, your voice thick with emotion.

Rafe sat on the edge of the bed, his broad frame towering over you but his presence oddly comforting. “Here.” He reached for the tea on the nightstand and handed it to you. “It’s peppermint. Figured it might help warm you up.”

Your fingers wrapped around the mug, the warmth seeping into your hands. You took a small sip, the minty aroma calming your nerves. “I’m sorry,” you said after a moment, your voice breaking.

“For what?” Rafe asked, his brows furrowing.

“For... showing up like this. For being a mess,” you admitted, tears welling in your eyes.

Rafe shook his head, his hand resting gently on your knee over the blankets. “Don’t ever apologize for that,” he said firmly. “You’re not a mess, Y/N. You’ve just been through... a lot.”

The way he said it, so certain and without judgment, made your tears spill over. Rafe didn’t hesitate, pulling you into a careful hug, his arms wrapping securely around you. The warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart against your cheek made you feel safe in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time.

After a few moments, he pulled back slightly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said softly. “You can stay here as long as you need.”

The sincerity in his voice broke down the last of your walls, and you nodded, a small, shaky smile breaking through your tears.

“Get some rest,” he said, adjusting the blankets around you. “I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

As you lay back down, your body still aching but your heart a little lighter, Rafe stayed beside you, his hand gently stroking your hair until you drifted off.

[jenchan-writingmultis]

Hi, darling! Sorry for the bother, first and foremost. I've seen a similar post of yours before so I would like to see ur take on Cruella!Reader x Vil if it interests you enough. Their duo would really be smthng, especially w/ such distinct & contrasting personalities. I would love to see it platonic. Have fun & thanks!

Add a Little more Flair

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A/n: ackk you’re so sweet Anonnie, I didn’t expect being called a darling (๑>◡<๑) and the fic you might be talking about is Beauty in Chaos! Genre: Fluff Pairing: None (Platonic Vil & Gn Reader) Credits: The design was made by me in Canva and the art that was used is all from the Official Twisted Wonderland Cards. The line breakers are from Kaomoji dividers! Masterlist

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If there was a dormitory you were most suited for, it was Pomefiore, you just felt at home in the luxurious vibe of it, while in your world before, you were someone who got by and was financially stable enough to buy the latest fashion trends of outfits, in this world you had a tiny bit of problem with that.

With no income to take out from, the thaumarks you’re given could only be used for necessities that could sustain you and Grim, any extras would be used to renovate Ramshackle. You were fine with it of course; however, you knew your worth and hoped that the extra overtime you had to put in due to Crowley’s incompetence would soon be recognized and rewarded. He was fortunate you hadn't filed a complaint.

When you first met Vil, you didn’t expect him to look this divine at all, he was the epitome of beauty! However, you knew that he could use a bit of glitz in his taste in fashion, you would expect someone like him to choose colors that truly highlighted his features, rather than the bland shades that made him blend in with all the "Potatoes."

“You know,” You spoke, breaking the tension that was marinating in the living room of Pomefiore, the reason you were there was because Epel decided to invite you to play cards with him, Ace and Deuce, using some new game cards from his hometown that his grandmother gave him, but didn’t expect that Vil would be around and not doing any housewarden duties outside.

“What is it?” Vil glanced down, surprised by your sheer audacity to stop him from scolding Epel for inviting you and the others without his permission. “You’re gorgeous” you blurt out as you touch the helm of his sleeve “But would it hurt you to add a little more flair to your outfits?” you let his sleeves go. Vil’s eyes narrowed “What do you mean by that?” he questioned further, crossing his arms as his eyebrows furrowed, not expecting you to give constructive criticism on his outfit, especially since all he’s wearing is his dormitory’s robe, what’s wrong with it? , but he’ll bite, he’s curious about what you have to say.

“There’s no rule against adding a personal touch to your uniform,” you said, your hand gently clasping his wrist as you pulled him closer, your eyes fixated on the luxurious silk fabric. “You could incorporate some elegant jewelry,” you suggested, your voice trailing off as you imagined the possibilities. “And how about a stylish fur coat? Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“What exactly are you suggesting?” He was growing increasingly confused by your mixed-up words. Did you want him to add jewelry? Wouldn’t that overshadow his face if he wore fancy jewelry or a fur coat? Who are you? Crewel?

“If you’d let me, I’d be thrilled to sketch a design to make Pomefiore’s uniform more lavish!” you exclaim, your earlier composure giving way to enthusiastic fangirl excitement.

“Hey- dude- I don’t think” Epel was going to grab your shoulder, but you ducked down on your bag, opening it and pulling out a sketchbook. “It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity Epel!” you said, eyes twinkling, “Pomefiore is one of the most eye-catching dormitories I’ve seen out of all the dormitories, it'll be nice if I could find a way to make all of your designs more outstanding”

Hearing that made Vil huff almost proudly, “Well, with a compliment like that” he drawls out, eyes closing as he presses his hand on his head, “If you could present to me a “lavishing” design of an outfit, then you’re free to do so,”

Epel stares at you out of shock, along with your two other friends, even Grim is surprised. “I didn’t expect you to have such a …” Epel tried to find the right word while looking shocked, But Rook popped out of nowhere and finished his sentence. “passionné for beauty?”

“Gah!” Epel squeaks out, while you are busy sketching a quick sketch of your inspiration. “Bonjour” he greets, eyes scanning everyone as he goes beside Vil, who is intently watching. “My, the sketch on the other side shows experience in their work” he compliments you, as his eyes tear off from your book to Vil, “If the outfit they sketch fancies you” he says, as he backs away, creating a bit of distance to fully admire Vil, who glanced at him “Would you consider changing the design of our fair uniforms? Roi du Poison?”

“That’ll depend” he sighs, while he was intrigued that you immediately went to work in front of him, he has an inkling of suspicion that you were related to Crewel in some way, one of the professors that helps him with the creations of designs.

“Here” You shoved the sketch into his hand, and he grabbed it, scanning the piece of work you created, he’s impressed, this looked rather beautiful he’ll give you that, but with how big you made the fur that was wrapped around the host’s shoulder, (which he thinks might be him due to the hairstyle)  you made him look like some kind of beast, which irked him, remembering how Leona is. Overall, the colors that were added were solely complimenting and making the individual dorm robes prettier.

“While I certainly think that the… furs are lovely” he says, looking at you while you look back at him with sparkling eyes, as if you’re waiting for his approval, for some reason, he couldn’t say what he’s about to say to your face, sighing in defeat, he hands you back your notebook. “How about you give me a physical design of this?”

“Really?” you nearly jump as you grab your notebook, closing it swiftly, but freezing up as you stare at him, a nervous smile etched to your face “I… don’t have the materials”

“I know,” Vil said, extending his hand expectantly. A student promptly placed Vil’s wallet into his palm. “That’s why I’ll be sponsoring you for the silk and equipment you’ll need,”

Rook watched the entire exchange with a gentle smile, pleasantly surprised that Vil hadn't rejected the idea outright. Vil was known for his discerning standards and rarely entertained notions he deemed absurd. As Rook tapped his chin thoughtfully and gazed intently at Vil, he wondered if Vil genuinely desired a fur scarf, or if it was a test of your sincerity in your admiration for the Pomefiore Dormitory. New designs were always welcome in Pomefiore, but the housewarden had high expectations for anything that adorned his dorm. As long as they met his exacting standards and were deemed beautiful in his eyes, they had a chance.

“Are you sure about this?” You felt guilty as Vil showed you a credit card, was he going to let you run around with it? It’s a black card too!

Seemingly reading your mind, Vil scoffed. “You’re mistaken if you think I’ll just hand this over to you,” he said, seeing your hand twitch toward the scarf only for it to be pulled away and slipped back into the dark purple wallet. “I’ll be accompanying you to the mall,” he declared. Epel, wide-eyed, gasped, “What?” and quickly went besides you instead of staying behind.

“I doubt you’d know what fabric our dormitory use,” he remarks before shushing you when you were about to speak, knowing that you were about to say the exact fabric that it uses “And even if you do, you don’t have any expenses to create one”

“But-“ he glares at you, effectively shutting you up, he knows you were planning to appeal to him that you can buy the fabric on your own, and while that was what you were planning to do, it wasn’t to max out the credit card, but it’s to avoid burdening Vil.

“I will come with you, no questions asked,” he finishes, turning away, “Also please find an appropriate attire for that, we’ll leave in Friday “As he leaves you stood there dumbfounded, you turned your head to Epel, who looked as shock as you.

“…. I don’t have an appropriate attire to wear for Friday”

“That’s what you’re worried about!?”

The day you were anticipating with Vil wracked your nerves either way, your wardrobe wasn’t exactly befitting you, especially with your will to look as impressive as you are currently, which isn’t as impressive as one thinks.

You only had a few shirts, and some pants that Crowley bought you during his time of vacation the blinding color of bright orange and light blue made your eyes sore, and that design…

You gulp, grabbing it, your uniform’s pants were already dirty, and you would either suck it up and go like this or smell bad, a “pick your poison” type of choice.

“What in the world are you wearing.” Is what Vil said the moment he knocked on your door, expecting a decent outfit instead of whatever monstrosity you decided to assault his eyes with.

“It’s not that bad” you jab, not wanting to look down at all as you tried your best to at least make the colors work but it became a rainbow of disaster instead.

“You’re not going to go out with me in that outfit” he pushes you back in,  as a flurry of protest came out, Grim was currently out with Ace and Deuce, talking about going on a hangout without you as revenge for going to the mall with Vil only. The moment Vil reached your bedroom, you sat down on your bed with a huff, “Surely you’re just creating a mockery of me with how horrendous that outfit is” he said, glaring at the wardrobe as he opened it, only to reveal… nothing. His eyes widen at the sad aura the inside was letting out, it almost looks depressing. “You weren’t just making it up” he droops a bit as you stand up, “my uniform is in the laundry I haven’t cleaned it up” You sigh, feeling embarrassed by the lack of finesse. Vil sighs exasperatedly, offering his hand as he pinches the bridge of his nose “I have spare clothing that would look better on you” he extends his hand for you to take easier, which you do, not wanting Vil to come dragging you out.

Strolling back to Pomefiore with his hand on yours, he immediately goes to his bedroom, opening his own wardrobe, which has its own room.

Vil checked on the plastered tags on each outfit, these were what he had worn long ago, surely there was one that would fit your vibe and whole aesthetic, as you watched from behind him, Vil’s attention diverted to a black outfit that would fit your figure, he promptly takes it out, giving it to you. “Here”

Your eyes fixated on the black outfit that Vil pulled out, feeling a magnetic pull on it as you grabbed the outfit, “I’ll try it on” you declared before Vil could even say anything, a faint smile was now plastered on his face as he chuckles “Very well” he liked people who didn’t question his taste, and much more if they understood that what he picked was simple phenomenal, it fits you.  He couldn’t stop his heart from fluttering since this time you didn’t question or debate him with his taste.

Which made him wonder if he wanted your approval?

The moment he walks out of the wardrobe room, you start to dress up, pushing the fabric down, to smoothening the wrinkles off your outfit. To others the outfit might be extreme considering you’re not going to a fancy party, just going to the mall to go on a shopping spree. However, to you and Vil, looking your best no matter what situation it was crucial.

You stared at the huge mirror in front of you, humming while you thought it looked great however something was missing, more specifically… you look around hand touching each fabric as you feel something soft, eyes widening out of mirth as you grab it out of the hanger, your expression beams as you wrap it around yourself.

“A scarf! Perfect!” You squealed out as you looked at yourself, now you look fantastic!

Vil on the other hand was sitting down, fixing his face with light makeup, the fabric had a subtle sheen, catching the light with every movement, and the jacket's sharp lines accentuated his impeccable taste. Complementing the suit was a silk tie in a deeper shade of violet, perfectly knotted and adding a touch of luxury to his ensemble. It fits him, hopefully your unique taste made your body and face stand out as well as his does.

Although, in his mind, when it comes to elegance, both the body, face, and the attire they’d be wearing speak volumes of what kind of person one truly is.

“I’m done” his thoughts were cut briefly as his eyes darted to where you were, he blinked in surprise at how you looked. The outfit you were wearing was perfect, it made you look elegant, as well as the fur scarf that was draped on your shoulders, he didn’t even think that he had one hiding in his wardrobe, and is that…

“Are those some of my jewels?” he chuckles, standing up and walking over to you. As he pushes your hair back, admiring the intricate design of the earrings you picked out. You’ve outdone even his expectations.

You earned his respect, unaware of his admiration for your taste you sheepishly grin, “You don’t mind right?” you asked, fiddling with your fingers as Vil shook his head. “Nope, I trusted my judgment to let you pick your own clothing after giving you that outfit”

He pats your head before stopping himself, not wanting to ruin the hairstyle you picked out for yourself, “I didn’t expect us to both be wearing something extravagant just to go on a shopping spree” You laughed, nudging his arm “Please, the employees might think we’re millionaires” you joked, making Vil laugh with you. “I am a worldwide known model, they’ll know that, for you though,” he hums, thinking about the possible scandal, which he prepared thoroughly for, as he walks over to his phone, grabbing it. “I decided to go to the mall my father frequents,” he adds, tapping his phone as he texts his driver. “My reputation won’t be scandalized with that mall, since it is often frequented by businessmen and ambassadors”

You nod in acknowledgment, excited to go to a mall with such high profiled people around. “Alright, I’m fine with that” You tap the heels of your feet, trying to fit the shoes that you picked out better, you’re pleasantly surprised that Vil almost had all the sizes, man or woman, which is great.

The moment you went out of Night Raven, Epel went to meet up to you, he looked a bit flustered seeing you in such an outfit that it looked almost natural. He was going to check If Vil was going to drag you but didn’t realize that you wanted to do this in the first place, the bracelet you were wearing, the lipstick and light make up you placed on your face fluctuated your prettiness, making Epel look pale in comparison to you. Rook on the other hand, spouted compliment after compliment to you and Vil, how you two looked like partners in crime, Vil’s nose crinkled as he sighs.

“Enough with the pointless compliments Rook, I appreciate it” he stops Rook, who obediently went silent, a small smile on his lips plastered on his face.  “We’re running late, take care of the dormitory in the meantime”

“Oh, Roi du Poison, I apologize for keeping you,” he says as he walks closer, touching Vil’s hand and placing a kiss on it. “Have fun on your trip, I’ll make sure to keep Pomefiore in flawless shape once you’re back”

Vil nods as he opens the door to the back seat, letting you go in first before he does. The driver greets both of you with a good morning before Vil instructs him to drive.

You had a mirror with you as you reapplied a bit of your chipped makeup because Epel hugged you tightly to the point some of your makeup stained his uniform, hopefully, the foundation you used was easy to take off, worried for your friend’s outfit.

During the whole ride to the mall, you and Vil were silent, both busy with your own thing, the driver who thought you might be Vil’s lover started to feel uneasy that he might have gotten it wrong, happy that he didn’t decide to pry into Vil’s life.

After the ride, you and Vil managed to arrive at the mall safely, your eyes once again sparkling as your heels tap on the pristine floor, the whole vibe of the mall screams luxury, with well-known brands from all over the world spreading out. Louis Vuitton, Chanel, and Prada are on the first floor already. “Wow” you gasp out while Vil smiles, no matter how many times he has gone here already, the architectural designs of the building never fail to impress him either way, the mix of nature and intricate designs, it made him feel at home sometimes.

Too bad you’re only around here to buy fabrics for the creation of the uniform you desire. “Where should we go from here?” you asked, eyes tearing away from admiring and back to Vil’s face.

Vil hums as he walks forward, not looking behind since he knows you’ll follow, like a chick to a mother hen. “Since we’re already here” he trails, “might as well buy something for you”

“What?” your eyes widen, buying, here? Sure, you could do that in your world before, but currently, you don’t have a cent to your name as Vil only gave you a dismissive wave. “Think of it as repayment for helping me snap out of my Overblot” he says, hoping that this adventure of yours wouldn’t look like he’s always going to give out charity.

“Also” he adds, staring down at you realizing the stark contrast of your horrendous outfit to the one he recommended you in, “I rather see you in decent outfits than that monstrous combination you had due to your limited wardrobe” “Fair” you said, nodding at that outfit you had to force yourself to wear.

Half of the day was spent with you and Vil idly picking dresses, outfits that would fit you, ranging from what you can wear for outside, inside, formal and others. Vil seemed to have said less about your unique taste, realizing how much you love synthetic fur, similar to Crewel.

“Are you related to Crewel?” he asked since you two recently just finished a shopping spree, with him carrying your bags since he could never let you carry Them, you carried a few bags, but most of it was carried by him, you, who was munching on the parfait you ordered. “No” you flat out said, if you were related to him, he would have given you plenty of outfits instead of leaving you with one uniform and a few other uniforms such as PE pants and shirt.

“Your taste in outfit reminded me of his” Vil hums out, taking a bite of the banana cue desert. “Oh please, if he was truly related to me,” you add, pointing the spoon at Vil, “You think I would have to wear that blinding orange, blue pants with matching maroon colored shirt?”

Vil laughed pushing the spoon down with his spoon “Seriously” he chuckled, hiding his lap using his hand. “You’re hopeless with that outfit, I’m glad I dragged you here”

You smile softly, liking the way that he relaxed around you. You and Vil were like two peas in a pod. After taking a quick break, you grabbed the sketchbook you had out, looking at the fabric you needed and how much you needed. Vil stared at the sketchbook before guiding you up to the last floor, where they sell fabric. “Is this where the fabric for Pomefiore was bought?” you asked, curious if that’s how expensive it would be if that was true, imagining the expenses already made you dizzy.

“Of course, not” he flat out said, making you droop “Then what’s our trip for here?” you complained, unsure if you want to use any other type of fabric if you’re truly set out in changing the form of their attires.

“Fret not” he says rather confidently, “The fabric here is more top-notch than ours,” he says “If you manage to create a fascinating example of your sketch, then I’ll try contributing extra money to have the headmaster let us handle the major changes,” he says, causing you to think about it more deeply. If you could do a good job in this, then your desired outfit will come true!

Nodding to Vil, you went ahead and went inside the store to get the necessary things you need. It only took you about an hour to pick as the employee is ecstatic to see the Vil Schoenheit buy from them. After finishing, Vil was already having trouble carrying the plethora of bags, so you two decided to sit down for a second, as he calls for the driver.

The driver immediately went to aid both of you, sweat dropping when he saw how many bags you and Vil had, is that even going to fit the trunk?

Miraculously the driver managed to get it all in, with minimal struggling, he should get a raise for his hard work as he smiles proudly at Vil, who gives him a tip for his work. “Good job, my father compensates you fairly, yes?” he asked as he went in, the driver pocketing the money as he nodded. “Yes sir, thank you for trusting me in your endeavor,” he said, as he started the car, quite happy that Vil was like his father, nice and sweet.

The moment they reached the Night Raven College’s parking lot, Vil already had a few students called out, specifically Rook and Epel, who was surprised by the number of bags. “Some of them shall be distributed to the Pomefiore students” he states, Epel is surprised remaining as he received an article of clothing, this is… a clothing from Prada?!

You who went out looking pretty as ever went to hug Epel who hugged back, but he just showed you the contents of the bag. “What is this?!” he asked, hoping that it wasn’t your money or you who coerced Vil to buy such expensive clothing.

“I didn’t! that’s all your housewarden’s doing” you teased, ruffling Epel’s hair. While Vil went to speak with the other students, handing them distinctive clothing that he put a lot of thought into buying, the driver went to give you the fabric and designs you had bought.  Carrying it, you walk to Vil. “Vil” you called out, catching Vil’s attention almost immediately, you seemed to struggle carrying the heavy bag so he advised Rook to carry it, which he did without complaining. “Thank you” You were starting to take off the gold jewelry you were wearing since you are planning to go back to your Ramshackle, thinking about how you left it locked all day, plus you wanted to start working on designing.

Vil stops you as he sighs “Just keep it, wear it whenever we go out” he adds before touching your cheek and giving it a pinch “It suits you, get some rest, I’ll be taking my rest as well” he advises, making you smile. “Sure, Good night Vil,” you said as you took off your heels, feeling the sole of your feet throb from all that walking. “Rook, you don’t mind escorting them back right?” Vil said, as Rook nodded, “Of course Roi du Poison” he looked down at you “You don’t mind me right Trickster?” he said softly, you laughed slightly“Of course not,” you said, as you were going to rest for awhile at first, but Epel seemed to have noticed that your legs were starting to hurt, he goes to take his shoes off, giving it to you. “Here, your feet looked bad” he mutters, as you watch him kneel down, grabbing your leg. “Oh!” you jolt at the sudden gentlemanly behavior of your friend, who seemed flustered having to do this. “Thank you, Epel,” you said, after he finished you ruffled his hair making him whine “Hey!” As you bid farewell to the Pomefiore students and the housewarden, Rook was silent throughout the way back to Ramshackle, he stood there, as you checked to see if the door was still unlocked, and to your surprise, It was unlocked, upon opening it you see Grim who was playing cards with Ace and Deuce. “Took you long enough!” Ace glared at you, clearly disdained at the idea that you had to be gone the whole day. “Grim was crying the whole time you were gone” Deuce teased as he placed the +4 uno card down, making both your friends whine and throw the Uno cards down. “I quit!” Ace huffs, clearly annoyed that Deuce was kind of good with this. You chuckle as Rook goes inside, “Bonjour” he greets them once again with a smile, seeing the heavy bag, the trio went to clean the table in order to make way for the bag.

“Merci” Rook says softly, as he lets the bag go. Grim already went to look inside, expecting tuna but all he saw was fabric. “What is this?” he whined as you sigh, sitting down on the couch, and planting your head on the soft pillow. “You were there when I asked Vil to let me design the robes right?” “Yeah” Ace nods, scratching the back of his neck, “I thought you were joking?” he admitted, making you laugh. “That’s ridiculous,” you said, as Rook smiled. “I admire your resilience Trickster” he turns around “I hope to see the fruits of your labor soon” he adds as he waves goodbye, to you and your friends, not wanting to intrude further. You sigh, realizing that you showed your project to Vil way too early, not thinking about the amount of hard labor you’ll have to do, while you’re happy with the outfits he bought you aren’t exactly sure if the payment matches the labor you’ll be doing.

Realizing your little problem as if he’s a mind reader, Ace sighs “We can help you if you want” he offers, making you glance at him, Deuce didn’t seem to be bothered by the idea. “I agree,” he adds “It’ll be payment for helping us on the overblot last time”

Grim who huffed, crossing his arms while he flops his ears “I guess it’s fine by me too”

“You guys…” you smile, jumping on them as you hug them tightly, “Thank you so much” you said, happy that they were friends you could rely on.

So, in a few weeks, you had help, making the workload much easier, the design had to be tweaked and you went to Pomefiore just to measure Vil’s width, height, and length, taking an extra robe for reference too.

You truly made your friends go ragged, Ace looked like he’s on death’s door with how he’s been cutting fabric, and measuring it, while Deuce helped you with knitting, and Grim, whose tiny paws were starting to get tired of holding your sketchbook.

After a whole month of nonstop grinding, you were happy that schoolwork was lenient as well, with the professors busy preparing for other events, and guiding each individual club.

The moment your past sleepless nights finally paid off as the design you created came to life, your eyes sparkled, falling down on the floor, making Ace catch you. “Hey! Careful!” he scolds you, but you just laugh. ‘It’s done” you said, feeling exhaustion creeping into your system, “Hey… Call Vil I’m going to…” before you can even finish the sentence, your vision goes black.

The only things you felt were being carried, placed on something soft, as you drift into sleep.

After a few hours, you heard talking, making you stir up from your sleep. “… the fabric is nice..” you heard as you regained your senses, with Vil already tracing his fingers on your finest creation. You jolt awake, and the sudden sit up made your head ache. “Don’t move” Vil said, noticing you’re finally awake as he walks towards you, giving you water. “You…” he glares at you, eyebrows knitting in frustration. “I never set a deadline” he said apprehensively, “So why in the sevens did you have to push yourself that hard?”

You scratch your cheek sheepishly “Sorry, I thought that if I don’t finish it within a month you would forget” you admit, knowing that Vil’s expectations were high you truly didn’t want to disappoint him.

Vil sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose once again when he felt a migraine coming. “You did a great job,” he says, making you jolt cause that compliment was out of nowhere “But if you created the outfit with moderation” he adds, standing up from kneeling to go to your eye level, “I wouldn’t feel guilty for having high expectations for you.

“Wait, do you mean?” you frown, your hard work would go to waste if he disregarded it. “The outfit is fascinating, however, I cannot just implement such a complicated design”

You were close to crying, all that work just for nothing. “However” Vil added with haste “I could wear this in occasion” he said, “Like foundation day, I’ll keep this” It was rare for Vil to stumble over his words, placing a hand on your head, “So, don’t cry, you did great, splendid even” Feeling relief wash over you, you lean to the pat, “Thank you”

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2023 VMA's

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Pairing: ot8 (skz) x fem!reader (9th member)

Genre: Fluff?, Crack? Idol Au

Warnings: suggestive kinda, a small mention of nudity with some outfits.

Notes: When I was watching the VMA's I KNEW I AHD TO DO SOMETHING. sooo here it is :) I realized I forgot to add their interview in here but whatever, also thing is literally all based off of Bongos because of their reactions to that performance LORDDD FUNNY AS HELL. so yea... im also insanely obsessed with them...

Summary: 2023 VMA's turned out to be a little funnier then you thought they would be.

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately face claims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

Word count ~1.8k ;)

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As the van pulled up to the annual 2023 VMA's, the excitement among you and your fellow members of Stray Kids was palpable. This was a momentous occasion, the first time the group had the privilege of attending the prestigious awards show. The energy in the vehicle was infectious, a mix of nervous anticipation and uncontainable joy.

Inside the van, you couldn't help but admire the transformation of your fellow members. They were all dressed to the nines, their stylish suits and glamorous ensembles adding to the aura of excitement that filled the air. Hyunjin, in particular, had undergone a striking change for the occasion. He sported a fresh undercut, a hairstyle he had been yearning to try for a long time. The change suited him perfectly, adding to his already striking appearance.

As the only female member of Stray Kids, you knew that all eyes would be on you, so you had taken extra care with your outfit. You were dressed in a stunning Lapel blazer top button slit skirt set, which you had carefully chosen for the occasion. The top was a sleek black with slightly puffed-out shoulders, a V-neck with a stylish collar, and two buttons at the bottom. It exuded confidence and sophistication. The skirt, on the other hand, was a bit more daring. It hugged your body tightly, emphasizing your curves. It featured a daring slit that ran from the middle of your thigh down to your ankles.

Your choice of outfit had raised some eyebrows, with both the stylists and some of the boys expressing concern that it might be showing too much skin. However, you were quick to defend your choice, reminding them that VMA fashion was all about pushing boundaries and making bold statements. Growing up in the United States, you had been a dedicated fan of the VMA's for as long as you could remember. You had spent years watching the show, voting online, and dreaming of the day when you would be a part of it. Now, that dream had become a reality, and you were determined to make a memorable entrance.

As the van rolled towards the VMA venue, the nervous tension among you and the boys was prominent. Small talk filled the air, a feeble attempt to ease the apprehension that gripped each of you. It was clear that this was a significant moment, one filled with both excitement and trepidation.

You could sense the jitters in the van, a stark contrast to the exuberance that had filled it earlier. The boys were fidgeting, adjusting their suits, and stealing glances at each other. You, too, had thought that stepping onto the pink carpet would dissolve your nervousness, but as the van pulled up and the doors swung open, you were greeted by a frenzy of flashing cameras and enthusiastic shouts.

Cameras flashed from every direction, capturing your every move. The carpet was a vibrant sea of celebrities, some of whom you had admired for years. Your heart raced as you recognized familiar faces, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of fangirling yourself. The sheer star power in the vicinity was overwhelming.

As you walked through the barricades and onto the pink carpet, you were swiftly directed to your designated spot, and the command to smile was given. Your outfit, though daring, suddenly seemed rather modest compared to some of the ensembles on display. Megan's netted, see-through dress and Cardi's low-cut attire were enough to make anyone do a double-take. The boys' jaws nearly hit the ground, especially when Jeongin accidentally bumped into Doja Cat, who was rocking an absolute see-through dress.

Jeongin stammered an apology, and Doja Cat simply smiled and continued on her way. The boys' expressions were priceless, a mixture of shock, amazement, and perhaps a touch of embarrassment. You couldn't help but at their shared amused look, one that communicated, "Did you see her outfit?!"

You didn't need words to convey your thoughts; you your raised eyebrow and rolled your eyes, the boys interpreting it as an “I told you so virgins”, one of your most used lines. The boys understood, and though they didn't say it out loud, their sheepish grins and laughter betrayed their astonishment. Clearly, they were not entirely prepared for the bold fashion choices that often graced the VMA pink carpet.

As you made your way inside the building and found your seats, you realized that you weren't in the front row, but you were still pretty close to the stage. The excitement continued to build within you as you looked around at the familiar faces in the audience. Growing up watching these artists and admiring their work, you couldn't wait for the performances to begin. The nerves from earlier had started to fade, replaced by a sense of anticipation and wonder.

The atmosphere inside the VMA venue was electric as you and the boys chatted excitedly before the performances began. You took the opportunity to introduce some of the artists to them, explaining their music and significance. While most of the artists were already familiar to the boys, you could tell they were particularly excited about Demi Lovato's performance. It wasn't a surprise, given that you had caught them listening to their music in the practice room on multiple occasions, either vibing or dancing.

You, on the other hand, were eagerly anticipating the performances by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion. Their recent collaboration on the song "Bongos" had become one of your favorites, and you couldn't wait to see if they would perform it live. You had a feeling it would be a showstopper.

The show began with NLE Choppa and Nelly, delivering a bold and energetic opening performance. The boys were starting to get into the groove of the VMA's, and you couldn't help but chuckle at some of their flustered moments during the performance, especially when there was some intense "ass-shaking" involved. It was undoubtedly a cultural difference they were experiencing.

As the night continued, you watched Olivia Rodrigo's performance, knowing that Felix was a fan of hers. You couldn't help but notice the reactions of your members to her high notes, particularly Han's expression of awe.

Then came the moment you had been waiting for—Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion's performance of "Bongos." You knew that the boys were in for a surprise, especially with the explicit lyrics and slang used by the two artists. You were sitting next to Changbin, who seemed engrossed, a smirk playing on his lips. You were equally captivated by the performance, and you and Han matched each other's energy as you sang along to the lyrics. You were well-versed in the song, so you had no qualms about singing the explicit parts.

The boys' reactions were priceless. Felix and Chan, who were fluent in English, appeared somewhat surprised by the lyrics, but they couldn't look away from the mesmerizing performance. Jeongin's mouth hung open, and Hyunjin and Changbin were engrossed in a hushed conversation, probably trying to decipher some of the slang. It got so loud that toward the end, both Changbin and Hyunjin turned to face the wall, clearly flustered.

You couldn't resist teasing them, tapping their shoulders and playfully saying, "You don't gotta look away; their sexiness is part of the whole performance. It's the whole point." Your giggle and their embarrassed reactions were amusing.

Seungmin and Minho, although harder to see from your vantage point, likely had similar reactions. The whole scene was a mix of awe and embarrassment, and you couldn't help but laugh heartily at their expense.

The performance concluded with everyone turning back, their faces flushed red. You continued to chuckle and pat them on the shoulders, thoroughly entertained by their reactions. Han was right there with you, and the two of you had a blast throughout the entire performance.

When Demi Lovato took the stage, the boys went wild, fanboying over their incredible talent. It was a joy to witness their enthusiasm.

Later in the evening, awards were announced, and you and the boys engaged in random conversations. Your ears perked up when they discussed K-pop awards, and you paid close attention. You knew that TXT was also nominated and set to perform, so there was an element of nervousness in the air.

Then came the moment you least expected—they announced Stray Kids as the winners! It was your group! The shock initially left you in a daze, and you stumbled slightly on your way to the stage, but Changbin caught you, saving you from a potentially embarrassing fall.

Walking onto the stage with your fellow members, your mind felt fuzzy. Was this real? Chan and Felix took a few words, expressing gratitude and excitement. You chipped in with your thanks here and there, the elation clear in your voice.

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The anticipation backstage was palpable as your performance was up next. You couldn't contain your excitement, even though you had initially pitched a mashup of songs that you believed would be iconic. You had suggested blending "Hall of Fame," "S-Class," and "Super Bowl" into a medley, envisioning a performance that would leave a lasting impression. The combination of "Hall of Fame's" grandeur, the seductive whispers of "Super Bowl," and the catchy vibes of "S-Class" seemed like a recipe for an unforgettable show. However, it seemed that your idea had been outvoted, and the group settled on a remix instead.

Nonetheless, you were determined to give it your all. Backstage, you and your fellow Stray Kids members exchanged reassuring glances, a silent reminder that you were a team and that you had prepared for this moment together.

As you stepped onto the stage, the spotlight illuminated you, and the nerves threatened to shake you. Your heart pounded, but you focused on the task at hand. You were dressed in a short top with gold buttons, paired with shorts, and an undershirt with a yellow print that matched Han's outfit. The stage lights were blinding, but you pushed through the nerves.

The music started, and you gave it your all. Singing loudly and pouring all your energy into your dance moves, you felt the adrenaline rush through your veins. The crowd's cheers and screams were deafening, and that only fueled your determination. The energy in the venue was incredible, and it was a testament to the love and support of your fans.

As the performance reached its climax, you executed the choreography flawlessly, ending with a dramatic head tilt before turning your back to the audience. You were out of breath but exhilarated. It was a performance to remember, and the applause and cheers from the audience were music to your ears.

You resisted the urge to turn around and gauge the audience's reactions. Instead, you noticed Seungmin doing the same. Smiles exchanged between the two of you, a shared moment of pride and satisfaction. You both walked off the stage with the rest of the boys, following the well-rehearsed exit routine.

Despite the exhaustion, you felt a sense of accomplishment and euphoria. The performance had been tiring, but it had been worth it. The rush of being on stage, sharing your music with the world, and feeling the love from your fans was an experience like no other. You couldn't help but love every moment of it. The car ride home was gonna be fun.

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"Remember me" - Chapter 2 - Kakashi Hatake x F!Reader

Synopsis : Born in Konoha, [Y/N] wasn't necessarily known as the most impressive or powerful ninja, but rather for her kindness and compassion. She became like an older sister to Naruto and a loyal, faithful friend to many ninjas in Konoha. Without even realizing it, she had earned a special place in the heart of one particular ninja with grey hair. But everything changed the day the Third Hokage entrusted her with a mission from which she would not return unscathed. Pairing : Kakashi Hatake x Female!Reader

List : Chapter 1 // Chapter 3 // ... If you want to read Yamato's version, you can find it here.

Warnings : Memory loss

Inspiration : Remember me - d4vd

Words : ~ 4000

A/N : Hello there ! Here's the second chapter. It might not follow the same exact timeline and events as the books but i still hope you will enjoy it. And sorry for the mistakes, I'm not a native english speaker.

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“He’s surprising, and he’s progressing astonishingly fast.” Before you stood what seemed to be a training ground, from where you could observe a figure dressed in orange at a distance. You couldn’t clearly make out the person in question, nor the two others standing alongside them. One seemed to be wearing a pinkish outfit, and the other a blue-and-white one.

Your vision wasn’t perfectly clear, but at least you could distinguish the colors and hear sounds. They appeared to be sparring, likely at the request of the man beside you, who held a book in his right hand.

“We’ll be heading out on a mission soon, [Y/N]. It shouldn’t take long—it’s just a C-rank mission.” His voice was so gentle, so calm, so reassuring. He was much taller than you, but his face was obscured by a mask, and what you could see most clearly was his silver-grey hair. Finally, he glanced up from his book and turned his gaze toward you.

“You’re awfully quiet today. Are you worried about him?” he asked at last, stepping a little closer and closing his book. “I promise he’ll come back safe and sound.”

Who was he talking about? Turning your attention back to the training ground, you noticed that the three ninja had vanished. A breeze began to rise, and the once-blue sky had turned grey. Where had they gone?

A cold hand suddenly rested on your shoulder, and with a start, you turned to face the silver-haired man. His hand was covered in blood, his forehead protector slightly askew, and his uniform had shifted from light green to a deep crimson across most of his chest.

“Where were you? Where were you when they attacked us?” This voice no longer sounded like the one you’d heard earlier, and now you could see other figures lying motionless on the ground behind him. Frozen in place, you briefly recognized the orange outfit you had seen before, just as the man before you spoke again.

“You promised to protect him. You promised me you’d come back.” Closing your eyes and clutching your head in your hands, you tried to scream, but no sound escaped your lips. It was as if something had rendered you mute, as if something was preventing you from doing anything but witnessing the scene unfold before you.

After a few seconds, you decided to open your eyes again. They were all gone. There was nothing left but a vast field, dimly illuminated by the moonlight. Panting, you turned slightly, searching for a sign of anyone—or anything.

Until a much deeper voice echoed around you. “There’s no hope left, and those you care for will die because of you.” A masked man dressed in a long black cloak appeared before you. Only one eye was visible, but it was enough to send shivers down your spine.

“Consider the choice I’m about to offer you as a gift.” Silence fell, broken only by a soft chuckle escaping from under his mask.

“Will you take care of the Nine-Tails’ jinchūriki yourself? Or shall I do it for you?”

From this dark silhouette emerged a hand holding a kunai. As you took a hesitant step back, the man suddenly grabbed your face, forcing it toward the weapon, which he positioned just before your eyes.

“You’re going to have to choose—or I’ll choose for you.”

With a gasp, you opened your eyes abruptly and sat up in bed, struggling to calm your breathing. Holding your head in your hands, you didn’t even notice at first that you weren’t alone in the room. In truth, you didn’t even know where you were.

“You’re finally awake.”

Slowly turning your gaze toward the person who had just spoken, you let out a soft sigh.

“Where am I?” you asked, trying to shake off the vivid images lingering in your mind.

You’d been unconscious for several days, giving Tsunade enough time to examine your condition more closely. She hadn’t overlooked the blow to your head or the particularly high likelihood of memory loss that could result. Other findings in her analysis had also concerned her, but for now, it was time to assess how much of your memory had been affected.

“You’re in Konoha. You fainted when we found you.” She approached the chair to the right of your bed and sat down.

“You probably have a lot of questions, but first, I’d like you to tell me everything you remember. From the beginning. Then I’ll take the time to explain everything.”

Questions swirled in your mind, and you hesitated for a long moment before deciding to trust her and recount the events of the past few months in detail.

“I see. And everything before your time with that old woman is a blank to you?” she asked after hearing your story.

Nodding, you stared at your hands for a moment. “It feels like it’s the only thing I’ve ever known, and yet like my whole life has vanished.”

She made a sound of agreement, leaning back in her chair. “I imagine this won’t be easy for you. Neither relearning everything nor trusting us. But if you choose to trust us, we’ll help you regain your memory.” She paused briefly, observing your expression. “If you agree, I’ll ask a few… people from your past to help you with this. And I’ll leave you a notebook and pen in case anything comes back to you.”

Glancing at her, then at the notebook on the nightstand, you nodded. “And what about the treatment Yubaba was giving me?”

At this, you noticed her face tighten, as if masking some irritation. “I’ll provide you with a different treatment from now on. It will be more effective and help you see through this fog more clearly.”

“Hmm. And how is she?”

Tsunade rose, not meeting your eyes this time, and began walking toward the door. “She passed away a few days ago. There was nothing more we could do for her.”

And with those parting words, she left you alone in the room.

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After a lengthy discussion with you, the Hokage had summoned former colleagues, primarily the sensei of Naruto’s friends, to inform them of the situation and stress the importance of keeping the information under wraps for the time being. She also took the opportunity to share her concerns regarding the results of your medical exams, suggesting that the issue might not be limited to simple memory loss. For this initial meeting, she had not summoned Kakashi. He was scheduled to meet her in a few hours, after she finished reviewing the latest mission requests.

The Copy Ninja arrived as requested, having spent most of his day with Naruto and Sakura. Between a few chapters of the newest volume of Icha Icha, he had thoroughly enjoyed his time reconnecting with his two students. He slipped away the moment Naruto mentioned the idea of him treating them to ramen and headed straight to the Hokage’s office.

“Lady Hokage?” he asked simply.

“Oh, Kakashi.” Tsunade lifted her head from her papers, setting her pen on the desk. “Everything went well with Naruto and Sakura?”

“They’ve improved tremendously. I have to admit—they’ve become quite strong.”

She offered a faint smile and stood, moving around her desk to lean against it as she faced him.

“I wanted to tell you something, Kakashi, before you hear it from someone else.”

The sensei regarded the Hokage without a word, waiting for her to continue.

“I sent a special ops team to search for [Y/N] a few months ago.”

The silver-haired ninja’s expression began to tighten, his mask doing little to conceal the tension in his face. His fists clenched in his pockets as dread crept in. He braced himself for the worst. Having already lost so many people he cared about, he found it hard to hope for a better outcome. But if something had happened to you… it would be one loss too many.

“She’s safe and sound. I’ve been taking care of her at the hospital…”

Tsunade noticed the visible relaxation in his features, and even the single eye visible through his mask seemed brighter. Though Kakashi didn’t express his emotions openly, she could tell he was both relieved and surprised. He likely hadn’t expected to hear such news.

“That’s… That’s excellent news.”

“But there are two issues. I wanted to speak with you directly about them before you decide to visit her.”

“Hmm?”

Kakashi’s thoughts raced. Relief washed over him at the confirmation of your safety and return to Konoha. Now, the only thing he wanted was for this conversation to end so he could see you. After living with only the memory of you for so long, every moment that delayed your reunion now felt like an unbearable torture.

“She suffered a severe head injury. She’s lost her memory.”

Kakashi’s gaze froze. He struggled to process the information.

“The second issue,” Tsunade continued, “is that she was essentially poisoned for several months. I was able to identify and neutralize the toxin during my tests, but… this was no ordinary concoction. It was designed not only to sustain her memory loss but also to cause severe headaches—and likely fainting spells. We need to remain vigilant. We don’t know the true intent behind this, or who orchestrated it. That’s why I urge caution, Kakashi.”

At these words, the Copy Ninja lowered his gaze to the floor. He needed a moment to process the flood of good and bad news. Your return filled him with joy, but your condition and the uncertainties surrounding it weighed heavily on him. Who had done this to you? Why? What were they planning?

“I know this is a lot to take in at once,” Tsunade said gently. “I’ll do my best to help her regain her memories. And… Naruto must not know about this for now.”

Kakashi remained silent for a few seconds before standing straight.

“When will you inform him that she’s back in Konoha?”

“If we can keep this under wraps until she regains some of her memories, that would be ideal. Naruto is too unpredictable, and I’m worried about how he might react to all of this.”

The silver-haired ninja nodded.

“Thank you, Lady Hokage.”

With those final words, he left the room, leaving Tsunade alone.

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You were standing near a young boy with blond hair. He sat on a swing, looking despondent, his goggles pushed down to the lower part of his forehead. Incessant murmurs drifted toward the two of you, and the boy could no longer hide his sorrow.

“Don’t listen to what they’re saying,” you said, crouching down in front of him and attempting to give him the most reassuring smile you could muster. Seeing him like this seemed to tear you apart from the inside, and your eyes betrayed the depth of your emotions.

“Don’t forget what’s in here.” You pointed to the spot over his heart as you spoke, and he straightened slightly, meeting your gaze.

What was peculiar about this dream was that it was clearly you—your younger self—but at the same time, it wasn’t entirely you. You were observing the scene from afar. The young boy didn’t seem familiar, and yet, there was an undeniable closeness between you. As you continued watching your younger self trying to comfort the boy, silence settled over the moment.

“Wake up,” growled a voice, breaking through the quiet, as a hand suddenly pressed against your face.

Opening your eyes and sitting up in bed, you rubbed your face for a moment before letting out a sigh. Glancing around the room, you noticed it was bathed in an orange hue. The sun was setting, and it seemed you’d dozed off after Tsunade’s departure. Casting a brief glance at the window, you jumped in surprise upon seeing a man crouched there.

The Hokage must have left the window open when she left, but you certainly hadn’t expected anyone to perch there.

Frowning slightly, you took a moment to study the man before you. He had gray hair, a forehead protector covering one eye, and a mask obscuring most of his face. A book rested in his hand, but his gaze was fixed on you, silent and unwavering.

Despite your bewildered expression, he didn’t move an inch.

“What are you doing there? You know there’s a door to get in, right?”

At that, Kakashi gave you a slightly surprised look before letting out a soft chuckle, followed by a sigh. Deciding to enter the room properly, he closed the window behind him.

“Still as sharp-tongued as ever, I see,” he murmured, prompting you to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

Seeing your expression, he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“You’ve been sleeping for quite a while.”

Leaning back slightly, you frowned deeply.

“Were you watching me sleep?!”

“I was reading, too,” he replied casually.

You froze, your expression a mix of fear and disbelief. It reminded him of the old days—those countless times he’d shown up unannounced on your training field or terrace to invite you along or to test out new techniques with him. Starting over from the beginning was going to be hard, and it hurt him deeply. Perhaps the hardest part was hiding his true emotions from you: the gnawing desire to hold you close, the way he yearned for your face, your smile, your scent, your [Y/HC] hair, and even your sharp sense of humor.

“You’re kind of scaring me,” you muttered.

“No—No. It’s just that I wanted to—Hmm, how do I put this?”

“You’re not helping your case here.”

“Uh… The Hokage must have explained what’s happening to you, right?”

“Ah.” You exhaled deeply and visibly relaxed. “You’re one of the people supposed to help me get my memory back, aren’t you?”

He hesitated for a moment, tucking his book into his pocket.

“You could say that.”

There was something familiar about him—he reminded you of the figure you’d seen in the dream when you first arrived.

“And you are?”

Though Kakashi remained outwardly stoic, your question had struck a chord. Pretending as though you didn’t know each other—acting as if everything you’d shared had never existed—was agonizing.

“Hmm, I’m Kakashi. We… worked together for a few years,” he said, a faint smile forming under his mask as you closed your eyes for a moment.

“Oh. I see.” You paused briefly, while the copy ninja silently waited. “I’m sorry. Everything before waking up at that old woman’s place is completely gone from my memory.”

Kakashi moved toward the chair beside your bed, sitting down with his hands clasped, elbows resting on his knees.

“Would you mind telling me what you do remember?” he asked, his tone calm and steady. “After that, I’ll answer whatever you’d like to know, if you’re okay with it.”

There was a kindness and gentleness to him, albeit with a strange demeanor. Yet, he didn’t exude any sense of danger, and his presence didn’t bother you. Nodding, you began recounting the past few months you had spent with the old woman.

Despite the length of your story, Kakashi showed no signs of boredom. He listened intently, committing to memory the details that stood out as peculiar—not to question you, but to analyze the “who” and “why” behind your condition. Certain inconsistencies nagged at him, prompting a mental note to discuss them with Tsunade later. On your end, you were entirely unaware that anything was amiss, much less that the more troubling parts of your tale warranted skepticism.

Hearing your voice brought Kakashi immense solace. After years haunted by your absence and silence, he cherished this moment, even if it wasn’t unfolding the way he had hoped.

“You haven’t had even a fragment of your past return? Not even a vague memory?” he asked after you finished, his voice tinged with faint hope.

You hesitated, recalling the strange dream you’d had—a dream with a figure who vaguely resembled him. But did you want to share it? Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea, especially considering the direction that dream had taken.

“No… unfortunately not,” you sighed, meeting his gaze. “You mentioned earlier that we worked together. Did we know each other for a long time?”

Kakashi scratched the back of his head. Was he nervous? You found it hard to tell. He was calm overall, but certain gestures hinted at underlying emotions. It was difficult for you to pinpoint exactly what, as you’d only been speaking for a short time.

“Quite a while, yes,” he said simply.

You blinked, expecting a more elaborate answer. After a few seconds, you spoke again.

“Just ‘quite a while’?”

“Hmm?”

“Uh… Were we friends, then? Or just coworkers?”

“Oh.”

Kakashi paused, placing a hand on his chin in thought. You had asked the question so directly that he wasn’t sure how to answer truthfully. The truth was, your relationship had always defied easy definition. It danced on the line between friendship and something more, a connection that could shift with a single gesture or moment. One day, you were distant; the next, inseparable. How could he explain that to you, let alone summarize it when he himself had never managed to define it?

“I think I’ll give you that answer later,” he finally said.

What did he mean by that? Was he unable to say whether you were friends? Or was it something else entirely? The thought made your cheeks flush furiously, a reaction Kakashi didn’t miss. His visible eye widened in mild panic, and he waved his hands in front of him.

“Wait—that’s not what I meant! It’s just… It’s not something I can explain with a single word.”

“So, not just coworkers.”

“Not just coworkers, no,” he confirmed.

A brief silence followed before Kakashi cleared his throat and shifted the conversation.

“There’s someone else I need to tell you about. He won’t be as delicate when he sees you again.”

Intrigued, you focused all your attention on him.

“Let me tell you about Naruto.”

And so, you spent hours talking about the young ninja who was Kakashi’s student, and who, according to him, was like a younger brother to you. Discussing Naruto came more easily to Kakashi than addressing your own relationship. He hoped that you might remember a little about the boy before they broached the thornier subject of your shared past—a topic that was both painful and rich with memories Kakashi silently prayed you would recover someday.

________________________________________

Kakashi returned home late that evening. Seeing you again had lifted part of the burden he had carried since your absence—a deep, relentless pain that had built up over the years, piling onto so many others. But this time, the outcome was different. You were alive, and that simple fact was enough to unsettle him. Yet the thought that you had forgotten everything, that you didn’t remember him or your shared history, left him feeling lost. How could he possibly start over from scratch?

Sitting on his bed, he let out a long sigh. Should he wait a little longer before telling you everything? Perhaps it was better to remain silent, to give you time to find your footing—or maybe never tell you at all. Part of him wondered if you might actually be safer without the memories of him, of what you had shared, and of what you had seen in him.

His mind swirled with endless possibilities, weighed down by uncertainty. His heart, however, whispered insistently that he had to reclaim what you once had, the bond you had built together. The emotions he tried so hard to contain threatened to spill over, urging him to hope, to dream of rebuilding what fate seemed determined to erase.

Running a hand through his silver hair, Kakashi finally lay down, staring at the ceiling with eyes clouded by fatigue and doubt.

“Maybe it’s better to wait a little longer…” he murmured to himself.

He closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing, to quiet the storm of his thoughts.

“If only you could remember everything about your past… and about us.”

In the stillness of the night, his words lingered, carrying a fragile mix of resignation and hope.

[kalinysu]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄? —Kokushibo x F!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: He was a monster, but you were blind. Kokushibo has taken a liking to you, and since you two first met he’s kept you by his side, not revealing to you ever that he was a man eating demon. But today, you’ve began to grow more and more curious.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Finally not writing super early in the morning. I got this idea from one of my roleplay prompts, and the trope “He was a monster, but she was blind”. Might be a little sloppy and all over the place.

It was rainy outside, and you were home alone in your nice, cozy home you now shared with the man you knew as “Kokushibo”. He claimed he had a job, which is why he was always out late at night. He used to only visit you, but now he’ll come and stay with you for hours but only at night. He leaves early in the morning before the sun rises while your still sleeping. He was very mysterious, but seemed comfortable around you.

Today, you noticed he was taking longer than usual, and you couldn’t help but wonder where he was and what his job was. You weren’t dating or anything, yet you still worried he might be seeing other women when he was gone. You made your way to your room, having recognized the layout of your home long ago. You sat down on your bed, before you heard a small clicking noise, and suddenly heard Kokushibo’s voice.

“I’m home, i’m sorry i’m late. The rain was far too heavy earlier.” He said, sitting down beside you on your bed. You simply smiled at him. “It’s fine. I’m just happy your here now.” You said, though the thought of him seeing other girls still lingered in your head, and soon enough you couldn’t hold back your questions anymore. “What kind of job do you do?” You asked him, fidgeting with your hands a bit, which Kokushibo seemed to notice. “Y/N. Is that all that’s been bothering you? I only go down to the village and sell chopped wood, you know, it’s getting cold out.” He said, standing and heading over to your closet. “Do you mind if I look in here and find you some warmer clothes?” He asked you, you only nodded. He pulled various outfits, putting away the ones he found less appealing and comfortable compared to others.

“Do you… have a girlfriend, Kokushibo? Or do you like anyone?” You asked, your cheeks flushed a little pink as you continued to fidget with your fingers. “A lover? Yes, I have one.” He responded, more focused on finding you clothes then what you were saying. “Would you.. leave if I…” You stopped suddenly, which resulted in him looking over at you. He stared for a second, his eyes a little wide. Though it seemed he brushed off the topic, replacing it with a different one.

He sat on his knees in front of you, taking your hand into his. “Are you sure nothing else has been bothering you?” You stayed quiet for a while, feeling his hands. “Why do you only ever come at night and..” You asked, reaching your hand forward to feel for his face, feeling his jawline. Though when your hand began to move up, he moved away. “Why don’t you ever let me?” You asked. He was the one to stay quiet now, simply staring at you, contemplating what to say. “I know you have a sword.. and I want to know why…” You said, before he spoke. “Because, I must protect you.”

“Don’t lie to me.. I’m not believing that anymore…”

Hours had passed since Kokushibo confessed to you that he was a demon. It took a lot of convincing and explaining for you to believe him and when you finally did, you cried. You cried for what felt like hours. You didn’t know if you were disappointed, mad, or scared.

But now, the two of you were resting in your bed, your sniffles still heard occasionally breaking the silence. He was faced away from you on the opposite side of the bed, sitting at the edge, wanting to give you personal space. You sat up a bit, feeling the bed for him before you gently tugged on his sleeve. “Koku…?” You mumbled softly. He turned around to face you, placing a hand on yours. “Are you alright?” He asked. He was only still here because his presence brought you comfort, and he didn’t want to leave you since you were in such a vulnerable state. Besides, you didn’t hate him.. even if he did kill people, you couldn’t bring yourself to. He was kind and took care of you, how could you kick him out?

You nodded in response, hesitating for a moment. “Is it true.. that demons can’t feel emotions?” You asked. You heard him shifting, most likely turning around to face you. “It only depends on the demon.” He said, looking down at you, tilting his head slightly as he noticed the pink tint to your cheeks. “Is something the matter?” He asked, placing a hand on your cheek to see if it was because you had a fever, though you immediately pulled away, your hands at your chest as your cheeks only heated up more. Kokushibo stared at you with a blank look, though he was mildly confused. “…Y/N?” He said. You took a moment to respond, wondering if you should even be asking him this.

“What about you? Can you.. feel love?” You asked. He was a little shocked that you asked him that, taking a moment to think. Or that’s what you thought he was doing, when you suddenly felt his lips press against yours. Your cheeks heated up, to the point you thought you were going to explode.

You immediately covered your mouth when he pulled away. “Love? I don’t.” He asked with a small grin, you couldn’t see, but you could practically hear it in his voice. You clicked you tongue, playfully shoving him away. “Go away!” You said, hiding beneath the blankets. You heard him chuckle, slipping beneath the blankets as well. You responded with a small hum, brushing him off in a playfully annoyed tone.

“Your tolerable. That’s all.”

“Yeah right.”

[dcigar]

The Costume That Transformed Me

It all started with a seemingly innocent trip to the Halloween store. Max had always loved Halloween, but this year he wanted to go all out. His friends had convinced him to attend a big leather and cigar-themed costume party downtown, so he figured he might as well dress the part. Though he wasn’t into cigars or leather himself, he knew he’d need a costume that stood out.

He wandered into a small, dimly lit store tucked between towering buildings in the city. The interior had an odd feel, almost like the costumes themselves were alive. A chill ran down his spine, but he brushed it off. As he wandered through the aisles, something caught his eye—a mannequin at the back of the store, clad in a full leather outfit, complete with a harness, biker boots, and most notably, a massive, sculpted beard. The mannequin’s head was completely shaved, its face adorned with the kind of beard that looked intimidatingly masculine. A cigar protruded from its lips, and its bulky frame seemed to radiate confidence.

Max chuckled to himself. “This would be hilarious,” he thought. It was the complete opposite of who he was—a clean-cut, average-built guy with no facial hair to speak of. He reached out and touched the costume.

“Ah, you’ve got good taste,” a deep voice behind him said.

Max jumped. The shopkeeper, an older man with a beard that rivaled the mannequin’s, stood grinning at him. “This costume isn’t just a look—it’s an experience,” the man said, handing Max a large box that seemed heavier than it should have been.

Max looked at him skeptically. “What’s in here?”

“Everything you need to become someone else for Halloween, and maybe for a bit longer if you like,” the shopkeeper said cryptically. He leaned in, the scent of tobacco heavy on his breath. “But beware, it’s not just a costume.”

Max laughed it off and paid for the costume, deciding to try it on at home. The box felt heavier the longer he carried it, but by the time he made it back to his apartment, excitement was overtaking any doubts. He opened the box and was surprised to find not just the leather harness, pants, and boots, but also an enormous, lifelike wig—a big, fake beard, and a cigar.

“Alright, let’s see how ridiculous this is,” he muttered.

Max put the leather outfit on first, the tightness of the pants hugging him in ways he wasn’t used to. The boots were heavy, giving him a commanding presence, and the harness accentuated his torso. He then picked up the wig, which had a perfectly sculpted bald cap attached. He slid it onto his head, feeling an odd tingle as it settled into place. Then he applied the fake beard, the weight of it pulling his chin down slightly.

He turned to the mirror and gasped.

The man looking back at him wasn’t him at all. Max barely recognized himself. His jawline appeared wider, and his face more chiseled under the weight of the fake beard. It was as though his body had somehow started to fill out the leather more naturally. It fit him perfectly, snug in a way that made him feel stronger, more powerful. His bare head gleamed under the dim light of his apartment, making him look menacing in the best possible way.

Max grabbed the cigar from the box, chuckling. “Might as well go all out,” he said, placing it between his lips. He didn’t light it, but just holding it made him feel different—more confident, even a little cocky.

As he stood in front of the mirror, something strange began to happen. The tingle from earlier had returned, spreading across his scalp and face. The fake bald cap seemed to fuse with his skin, disappearing until he couldn’t tell where his real scalp ended and the wig began. His hands shot to his head in shock—his scalp was smooth, completely hairless.

Before he could process what was happening, the beard—fake, or so he thought—started to grow. Max felt a pulling sensation at his chin, and in the mirror, the beard extended, thickening and curling naturally. It was no longer a prop but part of his face. His jaw grew more square, muscles bulging out of nowhere. His body, too, was changing—his chest puffed out, his arms thickened, and his legs became as solid as tree trunks.

He stumbled back, breathing heavily, the weight of his transformation settling in. His shirt tore at the seams as his muscles expanded, and the tight leather pants that had once felt awkward now hugged his powerful legs perfectly. The harness stretched over his newly broad chest as though it had been custom-made for him.

“What the hell is happening?” he whispered, grabbing his face. The beard was real. His head was shaved. His muscles… they were real too.

Panicking, Max reached for his phone to call someone—anyone—but stopped when he caught sight of himself in the mirror again. The man staring back was imposing, dominating even. He looked like he had spent years in the gym, smoking cigars, living a rugged, hardcore life. A wave of desire rushed over him—this body, this look, it was intoxicating.

As the transformation completed, his mind began to shift. He had never been into cigars, but now, the unlit one between his lips felt natural. He grabbed a lighter, his hands steady despite his shock, and lit it. The first puff filled his lungs with smoke, and with it, a sense of calm washed over him. The smoke curled around his face, the smell of leather and tobacco now blending seamlessly into his being.

Max flexed his arms, feeling the power surge through him. He traced his hands over his thick beard and bald scalp, smirking at the reflection. It was as if this was who he was always meant to be. The old Max felt like a distant memory, fading fast.

“Let’s see how long this lasts,” he muttered to himself as he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door, the heavy thud of his boots signaling his new presence to the world. Max wasn’t sure how permanent this transformation would be, but a part of him didn’t care.

Max stepped out of his apartment building, feeling the cool evening air wash over his freshly shaved scalp. He instinctively reached up to touch his smooth head, the sensation foreign yet thrilling. Every breeze across his exposed skin sent a shiver down his spine, reminding him of how different he was now—how *massive* he felt, both in body and presence.

As he walked toward the street, his boots clunking heavily with each step, Max couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. His body responded to the new sensations—the tightness of the leather around his muscles, the weight of the harness pulling against his chest, the solid bulk of his legs filling out the pants. His beard brushed against the collar of his jacket, thick and unruly, while the cigar between his teeth gave off an earthy aroma, blending with the leather in a way that made him feel powerful. He took a deep drag, savoring the thick smoke that filled his lungs, then blew it out in a cloud that hovered in the air. The cigar felt *right*, almost as if his new identity wasn’t complete without it.

As he approached the meeting spot, his friends stood waiting outside a bar, already in costume. They were chatting and laughing until they saw him approaching. Max noticed how their eyes widened in disbelief, their faces unsure whether to laugh or gasp.

"Dude… is that *you*?" his friend Chris asked, stepping forward cautiously.

Max grinned, the motion tugging his thick mustache over his lips, and took another puff of his cigar. “Yeah, it’s me.” His voice rumbled deeper than before, surprising even him. The smoke curled lazily out of his mouth as he spoke.

“Holy *shit*!” Chris said, circling around Max like he was inspecting a completely different person. "What the hell happened to you, man? You look… massive!”

Max flexed his arm instinctively, feeling the leather pull tight over his muscles. He enjoyed how his friends gawked at him, their eyes flicking between his thick beard, the shaved head, and the cigar that never left his lips.

"Costume store," Max replied with a shrug, though inside he felt an intense wave of pleasure at their reactions. The transformation had not just been physical—there was something else at play. His friends’ admiration turned him on in a way he hadn’t anticipated, and it wasn’t just about the way he looked. It was the *power* he felt. The power to command attention, to *own* the space he was in.

"You really went all out," said Jason, who was dressed as a lumberjack, complete with a fake beard and a flannel shirt that barely fit his leaner frame. His costume suddenly seemed childish next to Max's overwhelming presence.

"Yeah, man," added Zack, who was wearing a goofy superhero costume—his cape fluttering awkwardly in the wind. "Didn’t think you were into cigars, though.”

Max grunted in response, taking another long drag, his thick mustache bristling as he exhaled. The taste was growing on him, and every pull on the cigar made him feel more grounded in this new version of himself. The more they stared at him, the more his body reacted. His cock stirred, pressing against the tight leather pants, and he had to suppress a groan as a wave of arousal hit him harder than expected.

He wasn’t just turned on by his new look—he was turned on by how different he felt. The way his bald scalp tingled in the cool air, the way his beard commanded attention, the way his muscles strained against the leather. Every sensation made his cock twitch, the leather pants doing nothing to hide the growing bulge that pressed tightly against the material.

His friends were oblivious to the internal battle raging inside him as they continued their conversation.

“Man, you put us to shame with that costume,” Chris said, laughing nervously. He adjusted his own costume—a basic vampire outfit with cheap fangs and a plastic cape. “We should’ve known you’d go all in.”

Max smirked. “Can’t do Halloween halfway,” he said, his voice gravelly, the cigar smoke rolling off his lips as he spoke. The weight of the mustache covering his upper lip made every word feel heavy, almost more commanding. He loved it.

But as they stood there talking, Max couldn’t stop thinking about how much his body craved more. He was *alive* with desire—desire for himself, for the power his new look gave him, and the way his friends looked at him. He felt his erection pressing painfully against the zipper of his pants, the sensation only adding to the pleasure building inside him.

He wanted to feel more of it. He *needed* to feel more of it.

“Alright, let’s head inside,” Zack suggested, waving his hand toward the bar. "Before we freeze our asses off out here."

Max nodded, following them with a swagger that came naturally now. The boots thudded against the pavement with authority, and the weight of the cigar between his lips felt as natural as breathing. With every step, he felt himself becoming more turned on by the way his friends couldn’t take their eyes off him. His massive presence dwarfed them, and he *loved* it.

As the door to the bar opened, Max couldn’t help but grin around his cigar, knowing that tonight would be unlike any Halloween he’d ever experienced before.

[synthetickitsune]

Pretty Skirt, Handsome Man ✧ h.js

Pairing: Joshua Hong x gn!reader (w/ f!anatomy) Genre: smut Summary: When your boyfriend so kindly informs you he'll be wearing a skirt when he comes home, there's only one possible way the night will end. Word count: 1.5k Warnings: unprotected sex, shua wears a skirt A/N: so idk if what he wore today was an actual skirt but it was close enough for me to get obsessed with the idea

Fingers pulling on his collar, sharp threats attacking him as he laughs and pulls you away from the door that he barely manages to kick closed with you all over him. Kicking off his shoes is even more complicated, but he manages although it costs him a look that could kill a man. 

“Baby slow down, please,” Joshua grins in a way that suggests he means the contrary. On a different occasion, you’d probably do as he told you, knowing he wants the opposite, but today - well, you’re in no position to waste your time on teasing him. No matter how entertaining he might find it.

“No,” you say simply as you push his shoulders. Hard. He lands on a sofa and hurries to sit up straight with a disbelieving laugh that gets swallowed by your lips. You pull him into a messy kiss as soon as you straddle his lap. 

Truth be told, he did sort of expect you’d go wild for him - just not as wild as you were.

“Babe, you’ll hurt yourself,” he warns, seriously this time. His hands steady your hips and give you a firm squeeze. You take a second to glare at him. 

“I won’t,” you say.

He resorts to laughing again, helpless as to what he should do with you, as riled up as you were. Not like it didn’t have a certain very pleasant effect on him as well. He was well aware you were crazy for him as he was with you, but this? This was new. This made him feel tension in his abdomen and lust in every fiber of his body.

“We’ve had this conversation before,” he reminds you with a cocky smirk, “We’ve tried this before.”

You groan and grab his wrist. He lets you. He doesn’t flinch, only watches with amusement as you unceremoniously guide his hand between your legs. “It’s different now.”

The difference is immediately obvious the second Joshua’s fingers find your sopping center and it wipes the smirk off his face. His throat dries up. First - he didn’t expect you not to wear anything under your shorts, and second - all you did was pull him into a sloppy make out session once he walked through the door. And yet here you were so wet and horny you were all over him and demanding like he’s never seen before. 

“All this just for me? Just because I wore a skirt for you?” he muses and watches with awe as you grind down on his fingers.

“It’s a very pretty skirt and you’re a very handsome man, Joshua, fuck-” your voice breaks as he slips his fingers inside you with a malicious grin on his face, “Need you inside.”

He coos at you in response. His foolish attempt at not succumbing to your pretty sighs even as his cock twitches impatiently under the fabric that’s quickly getting soaked. You’re dripping all over his fingers and your thighs. He doesn’t have to move at all while you ride his fingers and grind your clit on the palm of his hand. Wet sounds fill the room, mixed with your voice getting higher with desperation. His name leaves your lips over and over like it’s a chant. It’s intoxicating. Who is he to deprive you of his cock when you’re begging for it so eagerly?

You basically tear off your shirt and shorts in a second. Then your hands are on his hips, pulling off his boxers and hitching up his skirt as soon as he pulls his fingers out of you. He doesn’t understand the gibberish you’re muttering, but every word he does recognize is one curse or another. All he can do is lean back and let you take control. His hands run up and down your thighs. If he knew the extent to which you’d appreciate the outfit, he would have let himself be talked into the skirt much earlier. 

Every single thought flies straight out of his head the moment he feels your slick cunt rubbing on his dick. He takes in a sharp breath and grips your hips for dear life because he doesn’t fully trust his body at the moment. 

“How are you this wet, honey?” he asks a little breathlessly while trying to calm down.

“It’s too wet, Shua, need your help” you push against him more, easily grinding your clit against his tip as it slips between your folds. 

He sees the tremors wrecking your body and while it will be a nice punishment to have you get off by just grinding on his dick some other time, the feeling of your juices pouring down his shaft has him swearing under his breath and working fast to grab his cock to line it up to your entrance.

He lowers you slowly, focusing his last bits of sanity on the fact you were not stretched too much. He doesn’t want to hurt you, although the expression on your face is anything but pained. His eyes close and he takes a deep breath. Or that was the plan - ruined by your lips on his. But he would never deny you kisses.

He wonders, briefly, where did this submission come from. His hands squeeze your hips but offer no directions, letting you ride him as you please. You fuck yourself on his cock hard and fast and it’s exactly what his body craves. You feel so good around him, so perfect, just what he needed after a long day. A sweet treat for his hard work. It takes a moment before he realizes the whines he hears aren’t yours - they’re his.

“Needed you so bad, Shua,” you whimper between the assault on his lips, “Ever since you sent me the pics and told me that’s what you’ll be wearing on the way home.”

Your fingers fidget with the first few buttons of his shirt, yanking it open and clawing on his bare shoulders to ground yourself, to get leverage.

“Take it, baby,” he hisses in pleasure, “Take what you need.”

He tries to be mindful and not hold you too hard, but with you bouncing on his lap so eagerly? Joshua has a one track mind to climax. He’ll let you do anything, anything if it gives you pleasure. The marks can be covered, and he’s not thinking about the consequences anyway.

He’s not thinking at all. You’re clenching around him, not giving his cock - or him - any space to run away from the pleasures of your body. Selfishly he indulges in it, he massages your ass in his hands and helps you keep the rhythm. He’s trying to hold out, trying to find something to distract him because he wants to last - he wants this to last forever. He’s not usually this sensitive, but your warm pussy feels so good around his dick after he danced in the cold the whole night. You’re moaning and mewling right into his ear that he feels so good that you need him, you’re keeping him right here with you in this moment, drowning out even his own pathetic whines begging you not to stop.

You don’t, and your release comes fast and unexpected and he finally - finally - lets go and pounds into you through your high and soon he follows after you. Only he can’t stop. Sweet words of reassurance spill from his lips, responding to your weak pleas as he fucks you and himself to the edge of overstimulation.

He’s completely spent when he slowly lets you rest with his cock deep inside you. His hair sticks to his sweaty skin. It feels a little disgusting, but then you move and his concern is fully on you. You, who just… laugh.

“That was quick,” snickering, you look at him. Your body is shaking, otherwise you seem fine though. Joshua scoffs.

“You still came first,” he reminds you with a quick peck to your forehead. Then whimpers and squirms when you clench around him.

“I won’t next round, don’t worry,” you give him a lazy wink. 

“There is going to be a second round?” he challenges, slowly caressing your naked back. You lay your body on his and he’s basking in your warmth and reassuring weight grounding him and adding to the pleasant buzz in his body.

“Yeah, you let me wait for so long, so I deserve it,” you hum as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet.

“It’s been an hour,” he rolls his eyes.

“More if you count the concert as well,” you counter.

“Did you get horny watching the performance,” he teases - but at the same he’s genuinely curious. You slap his shoulder.

“Of course not, I enjoy the performance. Then get horny after,” you explain, pointedly meeting his gaze.

“Well, in that case, my pretty doll, you deserve the second round.”

[orphiclovers]

I think Kim Dokja might just be faceblind and THAT'S the reason he doesn't recognize the punisher as YJH. Faceblind people recognize others by their hair and clothes and so if you give Yoo Joonghyuk long hair and put a cape over his outfit Kim Dokja would be like 'who is this???' which is what happened.

I don't think Yoo Joonghyuk's facial anatomy changed at all, because we get in depth descriptions of him and Punisher's faces and they sound the same.

Also, at that fight scene where Yoo Joonghyuk transforms into a woman and cuts his hair off, later Kim Dokja carries him and looks at his face with the short hair and says 'Yup, that's Yoo Joonghyuk' even tho he was still woman mode at that point!! And we know the transformation was still active because he thinks this.

Yoo Joonghyuk was barely breathing. The weight of his body was lighter than usual. He had suffered such severe pain that even the skeleton of his body seemed changed.

That's ridiculous and not supposed to be taken at face value right? Kim Dokja is mistaken about the reason Yoo Joonghyuk feels lighter in his arms. It's because this

A dazzling aura burst from Yoo Joonghyuk's body. Soft hair poured down like a waterfall while his large size became a smaller and sleeker body. He took the form that allowed him to practice the ultimate Breaking the Sky Swordsmanship.

happened a little while earlier. He just doesn't notice because Yoo Joonghyuk was dying at the time I guess.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Clothes maketh the man, they say. And they do indeed make you look amazing. Would you be opposed to a suitor who isn't as fashionably conscious as you, sensei? If you wanted to play dress-up and choose my outfits each day too, I would- I mean, I'm sure any of your suitors wouldn't mind.

Just want to quickly clarify that the self-insert here is an adult referring to Crewel by his job title as a teacher, NOT a student referring to Crewel as their teacher ^^;;

If he doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will.

“Even the least fashion conscious mutt has enough wits about them to know a well-put together man when they see him. You should commend yourself for at least recognizing that.”

Crewel’s smile was devilishly smug. Some, you suspected, would label it completely unprofessional. Your heartbeat quickened, pulse racing, agreeing with those sentiments.

“You’re curious about what I look for in love? Hmph, rather nosy of you to stick your head into such private affairs—but since I’m in a good mood today, I will kindly enlighten you.”

You swallowed, not aware that your body was arching forward in anticipation of his answer. “And that’s…?”

“I don’t have a preference one way or another.”

The words fell so nonchalantly from his lips, like bread crumbs scattered for the pigeons. Your spirits soared and hope flooded you.

“Of course, I would enjoy a companion who is familiar with fashion and its workings—but there is also a thrill unique to dote on a partner who lacks that sense for aesthetics. It opens up many opportunities to experiment and to help them find their style. I find it so rewarding to witness someone come into their own and to be a part of that journey.” Crewel paused, then clarified, “Permitted, of course, that said partner grants me their blessings to do so.

“Ideally, I would like a suitor who can match my pace and desire for adventure, regardless of how sharp or dull their fashion sense is. Alas, I’ve had no luck thus far. Regrettably, I am still single”.

“Really, sensei? You, single? I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t immediately get snatched up. I think…” you stopped, catching yourself in the midst of another mistake. “I mean, people must think you’re a great catch!”

“No one has been able to keep up with me.” Crewel’s icy gaze caused your heart to leap and lodge in your throat. “What do you think?”

“Wh-What?!” you squeaked. “Me?!”

“Yes, you.” The cold support of his crop guided the tilt of your head up to his eyes. Your mouth went dry, and you froze on the spot. “Might you know of someone who can satisfy me?”

“I… I don’t know,” you confessed dumbly.

“Come now, I counted two instances of stuttering earlier. The same error on two separate slips of the tongue. You’re not being entirely honest. You didn’t think I wouldn’t notice, did you?”

“M-Maybe…”

He inched closer, but remained coyly hovering over your lips. So close, yet so far.

“Bark for me, and you’ll be handsomely rewarded and praised,” came his sweet coaxing. “Wouldn’t you like that, pet?

[cowboybarzy]

Hi can you write a fic for part 4 of unexpected. Where Reader brings Myla to her first Islanders game? You can be creative and add more to the request I just couldn’t think of anything else to add to it. 😂

hii!! tysm for the request!! sorry it took so long but then I thought it’d be more fitting to post it at the actual season start!

so I decided to do more one shots of this series than actual longer parts, so feel free to keep sending in requests if you want to see more :)

word count: 620 part of the unexpected series

"Oh no, baby girl, don't fall asleep. You're gonna miss your daddy's first game," you whispered to you daughter as you rocked her in her carrier, trying to keep her awake, but that only seemed to make her sleepier. She looked so adorable cuddled up against you in a fuzzy beat suit and big noise canceling headphones. And now at five months old, she started to look a lot more than her father. Her eyebrows bent like his, her eyes shined green at times, and her smile was just as crooked as Mat's. You took a quick picture of her and sent it to Mat, hoping he'd still see it before he had to go on the ice.

"How's she doing?," Sydney Martin came up to you, her own to kids attached to her.

"Sleepy." You laughed and stroked her little cheek, before bending down to little Winnie, complementing her cute Islanders outfit. She twirled around for you, loving the affection and you had a vision of baby Myla in a few years cheering for her dad.

It was the first official game of the season for Islanders and for that occasion the girls decided to rent out a suit, especially because of all the kids around. You hung out with the other, mingling with Mat's family as well who flew out here for the home opener.

For warmup's you went down to the ice level where Mat stopped to say 'hi' almost immediately after stepping on the ice. His grin was enormous when he saw you two standing there. He was so proud to have you here and his daughter at her first game. He tried his best making silly faces at her to get her to laugh or even smile, but she didn't seem to recognize him and eventually the sleepiness got to her.

Unfortunately, you couldn't quite enjoy the game like you usually do, not wanting to disturb sleeping Myla, so you did away at the back of the suit following the game on the big TV with a virgin cocktail. You were joined by some of the other girls with smaller children so it wasn't too lonely.

After the game, you made your way to the car, too tired to mingle more. You put Myla in her car seat and spent some time soothing her back to sleep after she woke up because of the transfer. A while later the trunk opened, making you jump, and Mat popped his head in dropping his bags. "Hi!"

"Hi," you whispered excitedly as you turned back to face him. He closed the trunk as quietly as possible, but instead of jumping right in the driver's seat, he stopped by Myla.

"Hi, pretty girl," he whispered pressing soft kisses to her face. "I'm so so happy you were here tonight."

"She can't hear you."

"So?" He stuck his tongue out at you, before finally climbing in the driver's seat. "Hi."

He grabbed you face and kissed you deeply. "I'm happy you were here, too."

"You did good."

"Might have had something to do with who was in the audience." You smiled and got another long kiss from him. "Alright, let's go home. I'm beat."

"Me too. I don't really remember the last time we stayed up so late." You both chuckled.

"Oh, look." As Mat was hooking up his phone to the car he showed you his new wallpaper. It was the picture of the three of you his mom had taken earlier during warmups. A loving warmth spread throughout your body and you leaned over to kiss him again. You would never get tired of your little family. "Seriously though, how did she do tonight?"

[sn00pism]

"Do you have a heart? Within."

WC! Kunigami Renskue x reader

He was handsome, that you'd give him.

But oh God was he an asshole.

You really hated his guts, at least you thought you did, maybe annoyance was the word for what he made you feel? You couldn't stand rude or mean people, you really didn't get what his problem was.

However, when you asked Chigiri, the Kunigami that Chigiri described was with him in the Blue Lock program was a completely different person than the one you had interacted with the last few weeks in class. Maybe somehing happened to him? You didn't know exactly what but it must have been terrible for him to do 'a complete 180' as Chigiri described. You really wanted to stop paying attention to him, stop interacting with him, yet you couldn't help glancing his way when he entered your shared class.

Something that drew you to him, maybe you were kind of a masochist? Those BL manhwas were starting to get into your head. Daydreaming about this rude guy, built like a brick, mean to everyone but you, traumatised by something terrible. You could fix him. And as much as you wanted to convince yourself you could, it was anything but realistic.

Kunigami looked down on everyone and mostly stayed out of your way when you came over to study with Niko or Chigiri, yet, you found your eyes never leaving his figure when he exited his room, eyes glued to his toned arms and, dare you say, pretty face. Maybe you were delusional, always bringing stuff to share with them and without realising it, getting him something too even if you knew he wouldn't take it. You couldn't help being kind to him even if he proved to be indifferent to you gestures.

Seriously, what the everloving fuck was wrong with you? You'd be better off liking someone like Yoichi from your mandatory sports class or even Yukimiya from english literature, but you had to get your eyes on the rudest, most insufferable guy on campus.

In an effort to completely put distance between you and Rensuke, you stopped studying over to their dorm, opting for going to a small café near campus and changing your seat over to the far back.

As a few weeks passed by, you kind of forgot about your small infatuation with Rensuke. After all, I seemed it was nothing short of a crush.

In this past weeks, you began speaking with a guy in your class, doing some paper on the hero's journey in fiction books, you grew closer quickly and before you knew it, you had a date.

This of course prompted you to talk about it excitedly with your friends, during a break you had from class. And later on, bragging about it to Ryusei, who complained about not scoring a date with Rin's brother of all people.

And as the day came, you found yourself waking up slightly earlier to get ready, your make-up and outfit casual but sweet, nothing too big or flashy.

Once you got there, no one had arrived at the place you were supposed to meet in.

He's probably late, after all you're thirty minutes early. You'll wait.

After twenty minutes had passed from the time you'd agreed on, you began getting anxious, checking your phone for any messages or calls you might have missed from him but none arrived. Deciding to call him up, immediately noticing he had been online a few minutes ago. The call went unanswered, a simple 'sorry, I think we are not a good match.' following up in the message app you had been checking for the last twenty minutes.

Are you serious?

You began to feel stares on you, couples whispering to each other while looking in your direction. Maybe it was your anxiety, but you couldn't shake the sadness that washed over you like a wave, drowning you in self-doubt and insecurities.

Was something wrong with you? Was it that you came on too strong? Were you boring? Weird?

Sighing and preparing to leave, ego bruised and tears of humiliation begining to appear in your lashline, someone sat right in front of you.

A voice you recognized apeaking up over the chatter of the place.

"Hey"

"Come to laugh at me, Rensuke?"you bit you lip, tears threatening to fall. "Really not in the mood now," you looked down, the first tears sliding down your cheeks "Please just go.." you spoke, your voice was barely above a whisper. You seriously felt like just going home and crying while playing a funny Ryan Gosling movie to cheer you up slightly.

"Now why would I do that?" You stared at him dumbfounded, "I'm here to keep you company while I rest." He flagged down a waiter, ordering a piece of your favourite cake and a glass of water, "Besides, really needed some water, forgot mine."

You scoffed softly, although it sounded more like sigh, "You don't eat sweets, what are you really doing?" You looked up at him, drying your cheeks and looking down at you hands. You didn't want to look at him more than necessary, each time you looked at him, your heart began to beat a like faster, but you didn't want to make assumptions that he was here for you, besides, the pain of being rejected and stood up was still fresh in your chest.

Rensuke looked at you, seemingly bored, but never taking his eyes off you.

"Are you done interrogating me?," he thanked the server gruffly, taking a fork and a small piece of the cake. "I was just on my run and happened to see you." he psuhed the fork near you, motioning for you to take the utensil, "Heard you talking to Shidou the other day, weren't you supposed to be on a date?" you took the fork and took the bite, it made you feel a little better.

You looked back at him, immediately noticing that his hair was slightly damp and there was some sweat sliding down his neck and face. "But this place is far from your dorm, you're telling me you went out of your route to get some water?" your heart raced in your ribcage, hoping he had done that romantic thing the main leads do when they realise they like the protagonist and chase after her, but you didn't want to get you hopes up, look where that got you. That was fiction after all, this was real life and the facts are that you got rejected because of whatever reason and Kunigami probably hated you along with ninety percent of the campus population. Your shoulders sagged in dissapointment as another wave of sadness rushed out of nowhere.

"I did, yeah." He looked away, sighing at you defeated state. Maybe this was his fault, maybe he should've said something sooner to avoid this mess. He took a swig of his water.

You looked at him with a small frown, motioning to his half empty glass, "You're free to go then, won't keep you hostage any longer." Kunigami shook his head, looking out the window next to you, "It's fine, I'll wait for you to finish up."

He turned his head towards you bored, emotionless eyes staring directly into yours. There was something different on his eyes you had never noticed before, did he want to say something?

Kunigami found that he couldn't stop the words from leaving his mouth, the feeling of almost losing you because of this stupid date, the fact that his chest ached when he found you sitting far away from him in class, the way he wouldn't see you in the dorms, studying or watching anime with Niko. Before he knew it, he had to come to accept the fact that he liked you. Every small glimpse he could get of you around campus felt like a breath or air on his strained lungs, he longed to find you waiting for his football practice to finish, looking towards the bleachers hoping to see your figure waving at him, but he never got the courage to even accept these feelings. He wanted to erase them, go back to the machine they had designed him to be, cold-hearted, mean. A wall had erupted between everyone and his feelings, yet you broke through it like it was made of glass, and all it took was a smile. Whenever you went to study, you'd buy them snacks, you got him something everytime, even if he never showed any affection to you. Before he knew it, you had him completely hooked. The old Kunigami resurfacing, soft, firm but gentle.

"I came here, because I was worried.. I just.." He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. "You probably hate me, and won't want to hear what I have to say... but please just hear me out, you can tell me to piss off if you want after I finish." You sat looking at him stunned, you had never seen Kunigami act so different, he seemed almost desperate to say whatever he wanted to tell you. You nodded at him to keep going. This was weird.

His eyes softened "I like you." He dropped his head into his hands, the weight of his words and feelings sinking into his heart, thoughts of you leaving him there, rejecting him, distancing yourself from him even more had his chest thightening. He found it hard to breathe. The glass wall broke, his feelings flooded him like a wave, had you created a gap between you and him because you hated him in the first place? Had he said something wrong? Mean? Had he pushed you away the way he pushed his friends away? The thought made hot tears line in his eyes, breath shaky. He swallowed, trying to calm his racing mind and heavy heart, "I'm sorry, I never wanted to be mean or rude to you, I like you so much."

You blinked, you had never seen Kunigami cry. You reached over to grasp his hands buried in his face, gently peeling them away from his cheeks, warm and wet with tears, your heart raced and a small smile made its way into your face. Kunigami looked up at you, misty eyes looking into your softened eyes, waiting for the blow that would make his heart break again.

"I like you too." The words stunned Kunigami and he shook his head, heart stuttering in his chest against his will. "No you don't, I know you don't..." his eyes watered again, looking down to you joined hands as you reached one to cup his face, "Yes, I do" Kunigami looked up at you, seeing the smile in your face, warm, sincere.

"Then why-?" you didn't let him finish his question, shaking your head and looking down. "I was being stupid, should've told you how I felt since the start instead of playing around." You smiled at him, gripping his hand again, "How about we go and watch a movie? I think that'll be a good first date, don't you think?"

Kunigami stared at you for a second before his lips broke out into a slight smile, eyes full of warmth, heart sighing in relief and happiness. How long has it been since he felt this at ease? Always looking to be better, pushing his limits, withdrawing from connecting with others to avoid getting too close, letting them get too close.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

it's been a hot minute since I wrote anything in english, let alone fiction. I'm sorry if the pacing is kind of weird, I'm kind of used to slow burn and I kinda rushed this one, I'm sorry!

Thanks to @pinksodacan for being my beta reader and editor! Eternally grateful bub.