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fluff kissing lots of physical affection from MARTIN. year is 2027! slight insecurity/self-deprecating thoughts from reader party setting implied mutual crush/friends to lovers (1.1k wc.)
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The apartment was loud. Music pulsed through the speakers, bass vibrating faintly through the floor while people shouted over each other with plastic cups in their hands. Someone near the kitchen was already wearing “2027” glasses crooked across their face even though there were still fifteen minutes left until midnight.
You sat curled into the corner of Martin’s couch with your knees pulled up, lazily stirring the melting ice in your drink. Across the room, Martin laughed at something one of his friends said, head tipped back slightly, eyes disappearing into crescents. Every few seconds, though, he glanced toward you automatically, like checking to make sure you were still there.
And every time he did, your chest squeezed a little. You liked watching him when he didn’t notice. Unfortunately, he noticed everything.
The second your expression shifted into something quieter, he excused himself from the conversation and crossed the room toward you. “There you are,” he said softly, dropping beside you on the couch. “You disappeared.”
“I’m literally right here.”
“Mentally, though?” he teased.
You huffed out a laugh. Martin leaned closer, bumping his shoulder lightly against yours. He smelled like his cologne and winter air and the peppermint drink he’d stolen earlier.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“Liar.”
You rolled your eyes dramatically, but your mouth twitched. He waited. That was one thing about Martin. He never rushed you. He’d just sit there patiently until you eventually cracked under the silence. Which you did.
“…I don’t know,” you muttered. “New Year’s stuff is just kinda overrated.”
Martin raised an eyebrow. “You were excited all week.”
“Yeah, well.” You shrugged, staring down at your cup. “Everybody keeps talking about midnight kisses and relationship goals and all that corny stuff.”
“And?”
“And I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss before.”
The words slipped out quieter than you intended. Martin blinked once. You immediately regretted saying it.
“Oh my God, ignore me,” you groaned, covering your face with your sleeve. “That sounded so pathetic.”
“It didn’t.”
“It literally did.”
“It literally didn’t,” he argued.
You peeked at him through your fingers. He looked completely serious. Your stomach flipped.
“I just mean…” you sighed. “Every year it’s always someone else, you know? Watching couples kiss at midnight while I’m standing there holding sparkling cider like a loser.”
Martin’s expression softened instantly. “You thought about that this much?”
“No,” you lied immediately.
He snorted. “You’re cute.”
“I’m suffering.”
“You’re dramatic.”
You leaned your head against the back of the couch. “Maybe.”
For a second, the noise of the party faded behind the warmth of sitting beside him. Martin stretched one arm along the couch behind you casually, fingers brushing the hood of your sweatshirt.
“You know,” he said slowly, “I think midnight kisses are overrated too.”
You looked at him suspiciously. “You’re just saying that.”
“No, seriously.” His lips twitched. “The whole screaming countdown thing? Sticky floors? Somebody always spills a drink.”
“That’s true.”
“And there’s always one guy yelling the numbers wrong.”
As if on cue, someone across the room shouted, “TEN MINUTES!” despite the television clearly showing eight. You burst out laughing. Martin grinned proudly, like he’d proven a scientific theory.
“But,” he added quietly, eyes flicking down to your lips for half a second, “I think it depends on who you’re kissing.”
Your heartbeat stumbled. The air between you suddenly felt too warm.
Before you could respond, one of his friends yelled his name from across the apartment.
“Martin! Come take a picture!”
Martin groaned dramatically. “I’m being summoned.”
“Go,” you laughed. “Your fans need you.”
He stood reluctantly, but before leaving, he squeezed your knee once. “Don’t disappear on me.”
Your chest fluttered stupidly fast after he walked away.
The last few minutes before midnight became chaos. People crowded around the television. Someone turned the music down while others passed around party poppers and noise makers.
You ended up standing near the balcony doors, watching snow drift lazily outside under the city lights. You checked your phone absentmindedly.
11:58 PM.
Your reflection stared back faintly in the glass. Couples were already inching closer together around the room. You tried not to notice it. Maybe you should’ve stayed home.
You were so distracted that you almost didn’t notice Martin weaving through the crowd toward you. His hair was slightly messy now, cheeks pink from the heat inside the apartment.
“There you are,” he said again, softer this time.
You smiled a little. “You found me.”
“Obviously.”
The TV began the final countdown preparations in the background. One minute remaining. The room erupted into cheers. Martin stepped beside you near the balcony doors, close enough that your shoulders touched.
Your pulse instantly sped up.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
You nodded. But Martin looked at you for another second like he knew you were pretending. Then, without saying anything, he reached down and intertwined his fingers with yours.
Your breath caught. Warm. Steady. Intentional.
The crowd suddenly started yelling.
“TEN!”
Everyone joined in immediately.
“NINE!”
You looked up at Martin. He was already looking at you.
“EIGHT!”
Your stomach flipped violently.
“SEVEN!”
The city lights reflected in his eyes.
“SIX!”
Your fingers tightened around his automatically.
“FIVE!”
Martin took one tiny step closer.
“FOUR!”
Your heart was pounding so hard you could barely hear the room anymore.
“THREE!”
His free hand lifted slowly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
“TWO!”
You stopped breathing.
“ONE!”
The room exploded into screaming. Confetti flew through the air. And Martin kissed you.
Soft. Warm. Perfect. The kind of kiss that completely silenced everything around you.
Your brain went blank instantly. One of his hands cupped your cheek gently while the other stayed tangled with yours, grounding you there with him while fireworks burst somewhere outside the building.
You melted into the kiss before you could even think about it. Martin smiled slightly against your lips like he could feel it happening. The kiss deepened just enough to make your knees weak before he finally pulled back.
Not far. Never far.
Your eyes stayed closed for half a second longer while you tried to remember how breathing worked. When you finally opened them, Martin was looking at you with the softest expression you’d ever seen.
“Happy New Year,” he murmured.
You stared at him in complete disbelief. “…You planned that.”
A grin spread slowly across his face. “Maybe a little.”
“You knew I was upset about never having a New Year’s kiss.”
“Mhm.”
“You are unbelievable.”
“And now you can stop acting like the universe is against you.”
You laughed breathlessly, cheeks burning. Around you, people were still cheering and hugging and shouting over the music restarting, but everything felt blurry compared to him standing there holding your hand.
Martin brushed his thumb lightly across your cheek. “For the record,” he said quietly, “I’ve wanted to kiss you way before midnight.”
Your entire brain short-circuited.
“Oh.”
He laughed softly at your expression. “Yeah. Oh.”
Then he leaned down and kissed you again while fireworks lit up the windows behind you.
I love you, I'm sorry
Summary: After getting to know his dad, Billy starts to change. After your breakup, he begs for your forgiveness.
Warnings: mdni, explicit smut, heavy angst, cussing, reader is talked down to
WC: 4,600 ish
You had been the perfect couple for a year and three months. Until you weren't.
When you started dating, Billy was the perfect boyfriend. One of those old school romantics. He was a gentelman. He would never let you walk next to the road, never let you open or close your own door, and he would write you letters on how much you meant to him. While his friends had never seen the soft and sweet side to him, he never hid it from you. He was infactuated with you, deeply in love. His mama raised him right.
It wasn't until Billy has met his dad four months ago that things started to go sideways. Being the supportive partner you were, you encouraged him to get to know him. You didn't know it then, but this would lead to the end of your relationship.
As Billy spent more time with his dad the more he tried to change to get his fathers approval. The first sign started with his behavior and a lack of love letters. He became more stiff with you, holding back emotions. No more deep conversations of how much he loved you, what you meant to him. Even when you initiated first, telling him how important he was in your life, he would only give a few words in response. The second sign was he started to not have time for you. He began to spend more time with his dad, spent more time at the gym, and began studying alone. You only saw him a few times a week, compared to every day.
The final straw came when Billy invited you to have dinner with his dad. You throught it was a step in the right direction, that with his dad's approval, you'd get your Billy back. But you were very wrong.
Billy came to pick you up that night. You walked out to greet him with a smile. You had spent and hour on your hair and makeup. Wearing a cute pink dress that went to your knees, a white cardigan, and a cute pair of sneakers. It was the same outfit you wore for your first date with Billy- the one where he had asked you to be his girlfriend.
He was standing outside the car on the passanger side with his arms crossed. Your smile wasn't reciprocated. In fact his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"You're wearing that?" He said coldly.
His words and tone took you by suprise. You stopped in your tracks, looking down at what you had on, and then back up at him. "Uh-I, yeah. Why?"
"Never mind, we need to leave." He said as he yanked open the door for you.
The car ride was quiet. It was only about 10 minutes to the other side of town. Billy had told you a little bit about his dad, that he was a decorated Major who was now married with a wife and three young girls. He hadn't mentioned how he came into contact with his dad. You knew he wasn't there growing up. It was just him and his mom.
You pulled onto a nice street in an already expensive neighborhood. Their house was a huge two story home, painted a fresh white. As you got out of the car after Billy had opened your door, you noticed the yard. It was perfect, every plant had a semetrical counterpart and with no weeds in sight it was a far cry from what you were used to. Everything about the house, inside and out screemed perfection.
As you two made your way to the front, a younger woman, mid-thirtys opened the door to greet the two of you. She was stunning- you noticed right away- not a hair out of place, literally. She wore a navy blue dress and heals, she was the perfect notion of a steryotypical TV house wife. She gave Billy a quick hug before turning her attention to you. She wasn't rude but her polite smile indicated that there was more to be said. You thought of Billy's comment earlier. The one about your outfit. You understood now. And you felt like a fish out of water.
The Major turned the corner entering the foyer, the air shifted imediatley. You felt Billy and his hot step mom tense the second he entered the room. Under normal cercumstances you would have been nervous. But, being with Billy calmed your nerves.
"Son-" He said sharply. "Who is your friend?"
Friend. Yeah friend, you thought to yourself.
"Uh- Sir, this is my girlfriend." They both turned their gaze to look at you.
You smiled politely and stuck your hand out to introduce yourself by your first name. He grabbed your hand, his shake firm.
"Do you not have a last name?"
You laughed slightly. But the air in the room indicated that his question was not a joke. "Oh, uh- Y/L/N."
It felt odd. A name is usually personal, just one aspect to an individual. But his question made you feel like it was more of a category to put you into. His whole deminer felt weird. And even more weird was Billy, who would not meet your gaze.
After some small talk, lead by his dad. The four of you made your way into the dinning room. You immediately noticed the large painting of the family. Their three little girls sat with their mom as the Major towered behind them. It clicked for you then. The family's perfect presentation, or almost perfect. For a man as detailed oriented and old fasioned as the Major the painting was missing something. A son. Billy. Your Billy.
You thought to yourself, is this why he reconnected with the boy who he never bothered to know? To complete his perfect idea of a family?
His father sat at the head of the table, with his wife to his left, Billy to his right. You sat next to Billy. While the conversation was mostly controlled by his father he turned his attention to ask you questions. Coming off more as an interrigation.
"So, my son tells me you met at university. W hat are you studying?"
"Oh- uh, I am in secondary education. Literature specifically."
A moments pause fell over the table before Billy chimed in. "She wants to teach high school. She will be a teacher."
"Are you not smart enough to study anything better," he said casually.
His words took you by surprise. Your major was actually quite hard and time consuming, you probably had read more books in the past two years that the old man had read in his lifetime.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right."
"Well sweetheart I guess I'm just curious about your future. Teachers usually become stay at home moms, and while that isn't necessarily a bad thing. I think my son deserves a woman who can dress up every now and again if he's going to be supporting her his whole life. Not a girl who dresses like a bimbo."
Your heart sank. The implication that your major was nothing, that you were stupid, that you were just going to be a stay at home mom, and that you dressed like a bimbo crushed you. You tuned to look at Billy. He wouldn't meet your eyes. Rage filled you in that moment. You pushed back your chair, stood up and slammed your fancy napkin on the table.
"You know what 'sir', your a fucking prick. And your age gap with your wife is fucking creepy. Enjoy having your son all to yourself, I won't be bothering him anymore."
You didn't wait to see anyones expression. You ran out of the room, down the hall and out the front door. Stomping across the perfect lawn as you made your way down the hill.
You walked to the end of the street before looking back. To you suprise and devestaing disappointment, Billy had not followed you out at all. Tears grew hot in your eyes as you turned back and began to walk back to your house. Shortly into your walk, it began to rain.
It took your 45 minutes to get home from the Majors house. Your mind was blank, the only thing you focused on was walking. You walked up to the front door of your old rented house, opening the door where you were met with a group of people. You lived with three of your friends, Clem (Hanks girlfriend), Lucy, and Rachel. Clem had been the one to introduce you to Billy your freshman year, and as always she was right, you two hit it off right away.
The room consisted of 8 people, all three of your roommates, Hank, and four of Hanks friends: Richie, Art, Pete, and Ray. All of whom, went dead silent as soon as you walked through the door. You were soaking wet, eyes blood shot, and you looked exhausted from walking. You couldn't help but burst into tears immediately before you ran to your room, slamming the door behind you.
Your best friend Lucy was the first to knock on your door, with your other two roommates in toe.
"Honey, let us in. What happened?" She sounded concerned. She had been your best friend since middle school. Once you and Billy had started dating you had actually set her up with Richard Harkness. Both of them were shy, so it took some convincing, but they had been together for nearly a year.
You didn't respond, you couldn't find the words. But that didn't stop your friends. "If you won't respond I'm coming in," she pushed open the door. You sat in front of your bed with your knees to your chest. Your wet hair sticking to your face and neck.
"What happened?" She moved to sit next to you, her hand moving strands of hair out of your face. The other two girls came in as well and stood against you wall.
It took you a while through sobs to tell them everything. With the door cracked and your wall right against the living room the boys listened in as well. You started with Billy's weird behavior before you got into the mess that was the dinner with his dad. When you were done the girls were fuming.
"Hank!" Clem yelled. Her boyfriend came rushing to your door.
"Yes my love?"
"We're going to kill your roommate, when is he supposed to get home?"
"Babe. Why don't we all calm down."
"You did not just tell me to calm down."
"Okay that definatley came out wrong. Look, why don't we do this. The guys and I will go back to the house and we will talk to Stebbins when he gets home. You four stay here and rela- rest. Stay here and rest."
"Fine, but you better tell him to avoid me from now on before I make his death look like an accident."
"I will let him know."
Shortly after their exchange the guys left. Your friends helped you out of your wet clothes, sitting on the bathroom floor while you showered to keep you company.
You felt numb. The boy you loved would never do this to you. Which meant that Billy was no longer that guy.
Two months had passed since that night and you were doing better. Your roommates barley left you alone, they had been your rock through it all. They encouraged you to get back out there, so much so that Rachel had set you up with a cute boy from her job. In her words "it's a no pressure date, just see it as dipping your toes in the water".
It was Friday, Lucy and Rachel had left for the weekend and Clem was going out with Hank. Leaving you space to get ready on your own.
You had proped the back door open for air, leaving just the screen door shut. You walked down the stairs into the dubed "Creepy AF basement" to gether your laundry. The washer and dryer were located in a room to the left of the stairs. The room was mostly stone and concrete walls besides the one wall that was wooden separating the room from the rest of the basement. As you gathered your laundry you thought you heard someone enter the house.
"Clem, is that you?" You asked but to no reply. You just shrugged and continued pullung laundry out of the dryer.
That was until you heard the door shut behind you. You jumped in response and crained your neck to look behind you. There he stood, hands folded in front of him, nervous. He looked like he had been crying for days.
"What the hell are you doing here. You scared the shit out of me!"
"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to talk and I knew you wouldn't meet with me. I asked Hank and Clem to help me and the back door was open. I know you are mad and you have every right to be. I just need you to hear me out for five minutes." He sounded so defeated and desprite.
"Why would Clem even help you? She hates you after what happened."
"Well she does, or rather did I guess. I begged Hank to help me and I guess she came around once I talked to her. Or after I-" you cut him off
"I don't have time for this Billy. Much like you didn't have time for me. Besides I need to get going. I have a date." You knew your words would crush him and they did. You saw his face drop.
"With who?"
"It doesn't matter. I'm not your concern anymore," as you spoke you began walking towards the door behind him with your laundry basket. Nudging him with your shoulder as you walked passed him, your very straightforward way of telling him to get out of the way. You reached the door and as you pulled on the handle it cracked. Leaving the knob in your hand.
"Fuck," you began to panick. You tried pushing the knob back into the hole, twisting it but to no avail. You began to bang on the door, trying to put your fingers in the cracks to pry it open, but nothing worked. It was shut.
"What happened?" you heard from behind you. You turned to face him, holding up the door knob.
"My other roommates are out of town for the night and let me guess. Hank and Clem left to give us some space?" You asked coldy, setting your laundry down.
"Uh- yeah. Yeah, they did."
"Great. Just great! Well Billy you got what you wanted. I'm not making it to my date and you have your five minutes. Hell five hours! What do you want to say to me?" You yelled.
"Look I'm sorry. I didn't know the door would lock and I should have asked Clem when she would be back. I didn't mean to ruin your night." He looked remorseful.
You laughed at his response, "Don't you have dinner with your dumb daddy? I'm sure he'll be worried. Don't want him to think his little boy is with some stupid bimbo."
The words his dad said thrown back in his face made his heart sank. He knew they affected you but hearing them come out of your mouth to describe yourself made him tear up.
"You're not stupid and you're not a bimbo. I am so so so sorry he said that to you. I haven't talked to him in six weeks. I told him I never want to see him again. That he blew up the most important relationship that I have ever had." A tear moved down his face. Your face softened as he began to cry. You had never seen him cry before.
"I didn't know that," you whispered.
"I asked them not to tell you. They told me how upset you were and I didn't want to make it worse. I've been trying to give you space to heal but Hank told me you had a date tonight and I had to see you. I love you so much, and I fucked up horribly. But, I can't live without you," more tears began to fall as he kept talking. "I miss you. I miss you every day. I miss waking up next to you. The way you hum to yourself while you do your homework. How you play with my hair when I'm stressed. Even the way you talk through every movie. You're the only person besides my mom that has ever loved me."
You tried to keep your face neutral, but his words were starting to affect you.
"Billy-"
"I'm not done apologizing. Please, I need to say everything." You nodded at him to keep going.
"Growing up I thought all I ever wanted was to meet my dad. That when I did my life would be perfect. But meeting him, getting to know him, was horrible. I never felt like I was enough, I guess I thought if I just acted a certain way or if I said the right thing he would care about me. But, the only thing that it acomplished was pushing you away. I was horrible to you for nearly three months. I was closed off, I avoided you, I understand if you never forgive me. I don't deserve it." His face was covered in tears, his lip quivered, he struggled to breathe between his sobs.
"I love you so much. When I think about my future, my life after college, there isn't a moment where you aren't in it. I know I have a lot to work on, a lot to fix. But, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. Just-just please don't go out with that guy. Let me take you out instead. We-we can go slow. Start with a few dates. Just please give me a chance. I promise I will make it up to you."
Your eyes also filled with tears, your throat hurt as you tried to get the words out. "Why didn't you come after me when I left? Why didn't you tell him I wasn't any of those things? I walked 45 minutes home in the dark when it was pooring rain. And you didn't come for me."
"I was scared of what he would think of me, what he would say. But, I reliezed that I have never been more wrong about anything in my life. If I could go back I would have stopped it after his first remark. I would have told him off. Taken you out of there before you would have even tried." He shook his head, moving the back of his hand up to wipe his face. "I should have never acted like I was embarressed of you. You are perfect. I am sorry I was so mean. I know why now and I will never let it happen again. I love you so much."
You sniffled, "I love you too. I never stopped even though I tried so hard. I've been so angry and sad. I don't want to feel like that anymore, I just want you back. I want the Billy who brings me flowers, who helps me wash my hair in the shower, the guy who knows the names of my stuffed animals and who doesn't throw them off my bed."
He smiled at the throught, he had always been kind with you, and kind to the things that you loved. "I promise. I will never make you cry again. I am so so sorry baby." He walked forward to you grabbing you into a hug.
He held you while you cried. Your face pressed into his shirt, as he rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head. You both stayed like that for a while. You moved your head to rest on his shoulder, leading him to kiss your forhead. Before you knew it you were kissing. Moving your bodies, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He placed on hand on your lower back and his other on the nape of your neck pulling you closer to him. It didn't take long before he lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his waste.
You pulled away first, breathless. "I want you Billy."
He sniffled, nodding his head. He looked behind him and saw a wooden table. You followed his eyesight, nodding in agreement.
He walked to the table and gently placed you down. Your butt was placed on the edge. You continued to kiss, your hands in his hair as he moved his hands down by your waist, moving the fabric of your skirt up.
He pulled back from the kiss, just enough to ask you, "Can I baby? Please let me make it up to you."
"Yes."
He quickly got on his knees in front of you. Lifting your skirt and spreading your legs, he began to kiss the insides of your thighs. You leaned back slightly, arms placed behind you, holding yourself up. You sighed as he kept kissing you. You had been pent up for the past two months. No matter how hard you tried to rub or finger yourself it just didn't feel as good as his hands, or his mouth.
He moved his head up and placed a sloppy kiss on your panties, right over your clit. You began to pant, breathless. His eyes shot up to look at you. You were beautiful. Mouth slightly open, brow furrowed, eyes shut. He grinned into you, you could feel it.
He brought one of his hands from the tight hold it had on your thigh and hooked his fingers under your panties, moving them to the side. He started with a soft kiss, and slowly started to make out with your most sensitive area. He was always so good at this. He never rushed sex with you, in fact he always warmed you up before he pushed inside of you. Always making you cum once before making himself feel good.
"Billy please," you whinned. He knew what you wanted. He took his middle finger, parting your folds and pushed it inside of you. He began to stretch you slightly before adding his ring finger. Moving his fingers up he began to curl his fingers, repeatedly pressing your sweet spot. The feeling made your legs clamp around his head.
As he continued the pressure began to grow in your lower stomach. You moved on arm forward, grabbing his hair pushing him further into you. You moaned as he continued.
"Billy, I- fuck. I'm gonna. mhmmm," you gripped around his fingers as you came. He continued until he felt your body relax.
He pulled his mouth back, wiping the back of his hand over his lips. He then stood up to stand over you, leaning down to kiss your forhead. You looked up at him, meeting his lips. You could taste yourself on him.
"I don't have a condom, I didn't expect to do this. I honestly thought you were going to kick me out," he chuckled slightly.
"I'm still on the pill." You could tell by how anxious he was that your answer raised more questions than anything. You knew him well enough to know exactly what he was thinking. "I haven't been with anyone else. I just decided to keep talking it."
"Good." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you okay if I put it in without one?"
"Yes. I want you, I want to feel you," you reached up grabbing his face, kissing him again.
He made quick work with his belt before pulling down his pants and boxers. You leaned back, giving him access to you. With one hand holding open your thigh and the other pumping himself, he lined up against you before pushing in.
You both moaned. His hand moved up to grab your hip, keeping you steady as he plowed into you. He alternated between kissing your lips and your forhead.
While he quickened his pace he began to babble into your ear:
"I'm so sorry baby, it will never happen again."
"God I missed you, I missed this."
"I love you so much."
"You're so fucking tight like this."
Each sweet and each dirty word made your head spin. As he bucked into the table would creak. Your panting and his groaning filled the room between the pats of his balls hitting your ass.
"Are you close baby? I'- I'm so close. Can I cum in you?"
You grinned, looking into his eyes. You knew he was close. "Please cum in me baby, I missed you so much. I want to feel you. Please baby."
Your words did it for him. He quickened his hips, becoming sloppy. His teeth gritted together and his eyes were closed tight.
He let out a whine as he released into you. Before then you both had always used a condom. But, given the circumstances of being locked in the basement and the two of you being so pent up after over two months of no sex, you didn't care. Once he stopped bucking his hips into you he practically collapsed on you. He leaned against the table, chest against yours, with his head pressed in your neck. His breating was heavy, so was yours.
You reached your hand up to play with his hair as he gathered his bearings. He giggled into your neck, loving the framiliar feeling.
"I missed you. I've hardly been sleeping."
"I can tell, you look like shit," you laughed. And he joined you.
He moved off of you slightly, reaching down to pull up his underwear and pants. As he buckled his belt he kissed you on the lips. You slowly pushed yourself off the table, legs wobbling. You moved your ruined underwear back into place and flattened out your skirt.
You to reached for one another. Moving back into a hug, as he pressed kisses on your head.
"You can stay here tonight," you mumbled into his chest. "You might sleep better."
"I'd love to. I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you too."
Almost on cue you heard the front door slam open above you and the sounds of Clem and Hank arguing above you.
"Yeah I agreed to let him talk to her but you didn't tell me it would be right now. I wanted to be here in case she needed me."
"He said he just wanted five minutes, I didn't think it was a big deal."
"She's not in her room."
"We're in here," you yelled through the ceiling.
A second later Clem flung open the door. Seeing you both side by side. Billy's arm over your shoulder.
"What the hell are you two doing in here?"
"The door knob broke," you explained.
"So is that why the two of you decided to have sex in here?"
"How in the hell do you know that?" You asked.
"Sweety, it's dripping down your leg," she laughed. She shook her head and turned to walk back up the stairs.
You and Billy were both red from embarrassment. You looked down at your thighs to see a slight bit of liquid.
Before either of you could say anything Clem yelled from upstairs. "Hank and I are going to get dinner if you two want to come. You know- after you clean up a bit."
You turned your head up to look at him, he nodded at you.
"Yeah! We can eat."
Authors Note: Hello! Thank you all for reading. I am about to graduate with my masters. Which means I have a busy few weeks ahead of me. I hope I have time to write some more soon. I have another Collie fic and a Harkness one in the works. So hopefully I will post again soon.
you're everything i want
pairing: jin 'jiji' enjoji x gn!reader
summary: jiji shows up at your place one night, desperate to finally confess his feelings for you, that he's been hiding so long...
tags: (best) friends to lovers, silly & wholesome fluff, confession, kissing, mutual romantic feelings, happy ending
jiji was the type to show up without a warning or invite himself over to your place. but when he showed up in the middle of the night at your place, panting from exhaustion, after having run all the way to your place, even you began to think that this wasn't usual for him.
“jiji, what are you doing he–”
“i can't stop thinking about you!”
jiji gave you no time to even finish your question. he didn't even have time to just walk to your place, so maybe you should've expected that he'd waste no time to get to the point.
“i can't think about anyone else but you. even when i try to forget about you, to just be your friend, you're still always on my mind. i can't hide it any longer, i can't pretend that i'm just joking around with you. i'm serious about this; i love you–!”
Barou’s secret <3 cw: fluff, mention of Hello Kitty Island Adventure
He doesn’t need anyone knowing about it. Not because it’s embarassing, he’d never be embarassed about anything that concerns you. However, the guys at Blue Lock are just too immature and annoying. They’d probably ask him stupid questions, or invasive question, and he’s pretty sure Bachira would whine to join the fun.
Tch, brat.
He watches the figure—a sheep with hanging ears and pink spots all over—twirl around his own character on the screen. You do the compulsory happy dance each time Barou joins your island.
You’re so cute. He misses you so much.
Today’s quest involves collecting special kinds of shells around Seaside Resort. It’s a special event that will eventually earn you a pretty, beach-themed dress in the game. Most people would assume that Barou isn’t the kind of man who’d play Hello Kitty Island Adventure with his girl, or who’d have a girl in general. He’s rough and tough. But that just means he’s aggressive in the way he loves.
He takes your interests very seriously and sees it as his duty to make you as happy as possible. Something as small as your hand lingering on a cute blind box will have Barou hyperfocused on that one item.
Make no mistake, Barou is not the ‘only soft for you’ type, which make his attempts at romance all the more entertaining. He tells you he loves you so, so much with the firmness and passion of a soldier taking orders from their superior. He gets cuteness aggression whenever you take a big bite of food and your cheek puffs out on one side. The urge to squeeze you as hard as he can becomes very strong but of course, he never gives in to temptation.
“Look, look, we only need three more,” your voice, an excited whisper, comes from the phone’s speakers.
Barou hums, hyperfocused on collecting those stupid shells. He lives for how excited you get. That little hitch in your breath, your voice sliding an octave higher.
“On it,” he says and even nods to himself. Getting you those shells is the most important thing now.
He becomes so absorbed in that little task that he doesn’t hear someone enter the dorm. His eyes stay glued to the screen, your soothing voice drowning out everything else.
<3 all rights reserved. no translations, plagiarism, modifications, reposts, or ai feeding. disturbing comments will be deleted. english is not my native language.
i think barou gets unexpectedly lonely without you when you start living together. it comes as a surprise.
his father wasn’t around much growing up but his mother and sisters made the house pretty lively. then he went to bluelock and was surrounded by people all of the time
and by the time he was an adult he really didn’t spend much time alone either. he was always too busy and rarely got the time off and busy meant a lot of pr and galas and training.
i think in a relationship, barous iron tight grip on soccer shifts. he just matures with age and spending time with his mom, his sisters, with you, especially becomes more important. he accomplishes what’s important to him and he’s clear with at the beginning that until he achieves his dreams he’s unwilling to commit to being your partner
you agree to your relationship with this in mind. so you don’t date for a long time. but slowly, and carefully - you become a routine in barous life. it’s small stuff. getting meals together, short phone calls, text.
you’re not dating. you have your own aspirations that take up your time. but you have this thing between you, and barou really does cherish it. he becomes more resolved in his desire to make his dreams come true to be with you in full capacity
he reaches his goals one day. you get together after he wins a few world cups or something ridiculous. and after a long time, barou asks again to be your partner
admittedly, life isn’t very different at first. barou is still committed to soccer and you have your career, but things have mellowed. you’ve moved in and become more official, but barou has more days off now. his schedule feels more normal.
but you’re still working, moving up in your career. sports is a little different from what you do. you get more responsibilities with time and it means you’re away a little more than when you were a little younger
and he really, unexpectedly, gets very lonely without you. he’s not used to it in general. but he didn’t really know how much you built up his life with you until one day - you’re on a business trip and the bed is too big without you. and breakfast is too quiet. there’s no bad singing in the shower or stray clothes from when you came home from work and cracked open a beer.
it makes him sad and it makes him fond and sentimental and lonely. when you were younger, you can’t imagine barou saying anything like ‘i miss you’ directly. he’s never been good with that
but you do get a text now. a few of them. they’re short and sweet but you know how much it must’ve taken for him to say it.
‘i miss you. come home soon. and make sure you’re eating. alright?’
yandere duke x witch reader
Synopsis: You’re a witch known for making love potions. They're fake. The reviews are real. Your track record? Immaculate. Until a duke walks in, covered in blood, and demands you reverse the spell you cast on him. You didn't cast anything. He doesn't care. And now you live in his mansion.
Love Potion or Love at First Sight?
"Are you sure this is it?"
"Yes yes! This is the love potion. Now pay up or leave because I have other customers to attend to!"
You groan at the woman hesitating in front of you, wasting your time.
You're an infamous witch known in the black market for selling all types of spells and potions for a hefty sum.
Your most popular item? The love potion.
Which is actually just… an aphrodisiac.
But after selling 170 potions? You've only ever received positive reviews. All from noblewomen, lovestruck and happy with the results.
What can you say? You've always known men to be lustful creatures, barren from emotions. After selling a 170 with zero bad reviews? Your ideology is proven correct.
"Are you sure it works?" the woman whispers.
"100% customer satisfaction guaranteed!"
She still looks nervous.
"And if it doesn't work, you can come back and I'll give double your money back as refund."
The woman nods. Pays. Leaves.
Another positive review, you think to yourself. Already confident and marking this as your 171st success.
…
You just didn’t expect your first bad review to appear right in front of your face.
The door slams open.
A man stands in your doorway.
Black hair. Red eyes. Blood splattered across his face, his clothes, his sword.
"So," The bloody man starts.
"You're the witch selling cheap love elixirs all over the market."
You don't answer. Your hand slides toward the defense charm under your counter.
Because this wasn’t just any man, this was the war-crazed duke feared by all of society.
"You better pay for this."
…Guess you'll be closing the shop for a while.
can you do barou as a whipped but lowkey sub bf after teasing him a lot #imsowhippedforbarou PRETTY PLEASE
The locker room was empty except for the two of you. Barou Shoei stood there in nothing but low-slung black sweats, arms crossed over his broad, sweat-glistened chest, crimson eyes narrowed like he was still trying to act like the king of the fucking pitch. But you’d been teasing him all day—brushing your ass against him during warm-ups, whispering the nastiest shit in his ear every time the coach turned around, sending him videos of your fingers buried knuckle-deep in your soaked cunt during lunch break with the caption thinking of my king’s fat cock.
He was rock-hard the entire practice. You made sure of it.
Now his jaw was clenched so tight you could see the vein in his neck throbbing. “You think you’re funny, huh?” His voice was low, dangerous, but there was that tell-tale crack at the end—the one that always gave him away when you pushed him too far.
You smirked, stepping closer until your tits pressed against his abs through your thin crop top. “I think you’re about to beg, Shoei.”
His nostrils flared. He grabbed your waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, but you just tilted your head up and licked a slow stripe up the center of his chest, tasting salt and pure frustrated man.
“Fuck…” The word slipped out before he could stop it.
You dropped to your knees right there on the cold tile, yanking his sweats down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, angry-red at the tip, already drooling precum like it had been waiting hours for you. You wrapped both hands around the base and gave him one slow, torturous stroke, thumb swirling over the leaking slit.
Barou’s thighs tensed, hips twitching forward involuntarily. “Don’t—don’t fucking tease—”
But you did. You licked him from balls to tip in one long, wet drag, then pulled back with a filthy pop, strings of spit connecting your tongue to his cockhead. “Say please.”
His hand shot into your hair, gripping tight, but he didn’t push you down. Not yet. His chest was heaving. “You’re really testing me today.”
You sucked just the fat head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it like candy, hollowing your cheeks hard before pulling off again with a wet smack. “I said… please, babe.”
Barou’s eyes rolled back for half a second before he caught himself. A low, broken growl tore from his throat. “Fuck—please. Suck it. Please.”
You rewarded him by taking him to the back of your throat in one go, nose pressed against his trimmed pubic hair, throat contracting around him. Barou’s knees nearly buckled. “Shit—fuck—your throat’s so tight—ngh—”
You bobbed your head fast and sloppy, gagging loudly on every downstroke, spit dripping down your chin and onto your tits. Every time he tried to fuck your face harder you pulled back, leaving him panting and desperate.
“Baby—fuck, don’t stop—please don’t stop—” His voice cracked again. The big, arrogant Barou Shoei was whimpering for you.
You pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit everywhere, and stood up, turning around and bending over the bench. You hiked your tiny skirt up, no panties, your pussy glistening and puffy from how long you’d been edging yourself just to torture him.
“Look at this pretty cunt, Shoei. Been dripping for your cock all day. You gonna be a good boy and fill it up?”
He was on you in a second, chest pressed to your back, one massive hand gripping your hip while the other guided his throbbing cock to your entrance. The thick head nudged against your slick folds, but you clenched and tilted your hips so he slipped right past, rubbing uselessly against your clit instead.
Barou snarled, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Stop fucking playing with me—”
You reached back, grabbed his cock, and slapped it against your pussy a few times, making him hiss. “Beg nicer.”
His voice dropped to a wrecked whisper right against your ear, hot and shaky. “Please… let me fuck you. I need it—need to be inside you so fucking bad. I’ll be good—fuck, I’ll be so good for you, just let me—”
You lined him up and pushed back. The stretch was brutal—Barou’s cock was stupidly thick, splitting you open inch by inch until your eyes watered and your mouth fell open in a silent cry. He bottomed out with a guttural groan, hips flush against your ass, balls pressed tight to your clit.
“Fuuuuck— so wet— so fucking tight— gripping me like you’re trying to milk me dry—”
You started rolling your hips, fucking yourself on his cock while he stood there shaking, trying not to thrust. You wanted him ruined.
“Move, Shoei. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He snapped.
His hips slammed forward so hard the bench scraped across the floor. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping your clit echoed through the locker room—pap-pap-pap-pap—obscene and loud. He was growling, groaning, biting down on your shoulder to keep from screaming.
But you kept teasing.
Every time he tried to set a brutal pace you clenched around him and slowed down, forcing him to feel every ridge and vein dragging along your walls. “Slower. I want to feel you throb.”
“Baby—please— I’m gonna lose it—fuck— you’re squeezing me so good—shit—shit—”
You reached back and grabbed one of his hands, guiding it to your throat. Barou’s fingers flexed but didn’t squeeze—he was too far gone, too whipped. You did it for him, pressing his palm tighter until your vision sparkled.
“Harder, babe. Ruin this pussy.”
He broke completely.
Barou started pounding you like a man possessed—deep, punishing strokes that kissed your cervix every single time. His cock had that perfect upward curve and he was using it, grinding against that spongy spot inside you until your legs shook violently.
“You’re so fucking deep—oh my god—right there—right fucking there—”
“Yeah? This the spot that makes you stupid?” he rasped, voice hoarse, but there was no dominance left—just desperate, worshipful need. “Cum on my cock—please—wanna feel you creaming all over me—please baby I need it—”
You came so hard your vision whited out, pussy gushing around his thickness, squirting down his balls and thighs. Barou whimpered—actually whimpered—as your walls fluttered and pulsed around him, trying to suck him in deeper.
He didn’t stop.
He flipped you onto your back on the bench, threw your legs over his shoulders, and folded you in half. The new angle made his cock drag against your g-spot relentlessly. His abs flexed with every savage thrust, sweat dripping from his dark hair onto your tits.
“Look at me,” he begged, voice cracking. “Look at what you do to me—fuck—I’m so whipped for this pussy—can’t think—can’t fucking think when you’re like this—”
You reached up and tugged his hair, pulling his face down to yours. “Then don’t think. Just cum. Fill me up, Shoei. Breed me like the desperate little slut you are for me.”
His eyes rolled back. A broken, guttural moan tore out of him as his hips stuttered. “Cumming—fuck—cumming so hard—take it—take all of it—nghh—!”
You felt the first thick rope blast against your cervix, hot and heavy. Then another. And another. Barou kept grinding deep, pumping load after load into you until it was leaking out around his cock, creamy white mixing with your own slick and dripping onto the bench.
Even after he finished he didn’t pull out. He stayed buried to the hilt, panting against your neck, hips giving tiny, involuntary little thrusts like he couldn’t stop.
“…Don’t pull out yet,” you whispered, kissing his ear. “Keep it warm inside me.”
Barou shuddered, nodding frantically against your skin. “Yeah… yeah, anything you want. Fuck— I’m so whipped for you. You own me. You fucking own this cock.”
You smiled, clenching around his still-hard length just to hear him whimper again.
“Good boy.”
a/n : sorry if this is bad… I’m bad at writing for characters I don’t particularly find attractive… anyway, hope you liked it :)
— Bully ( sokka x fem!reader )
pt.1
Summery : sokka takes it upon himself to make you absolutely miserable , but makes up for it.
Includes : mentions of bullying, physical touch , kissing , indications of intercourse .
04/16/26; 03:10pm
{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }
|| legend of aang: the last airbender
[ how they make love to you ]
featuring: aang (24), sokka (27), zuko (28)
notes: no i did not see / watch any of the leaks. these are just screenshots that were all over my twitter / x feed. i just want to write something to distract me from my body aches and pain 😖 i have the flu.
[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]
the liquor on your lips
(makes you dangerous)
wc: 1.4k, || tags: kidnapping, noncon, somno (kind of). trying something new, lmk if u liked it <3
The first word loser!kidnapper says to you is “Please.” As in, “Please don’t yell.” Juxtapose this with the last thing he ever says to you, when you are finally able to escape him: “Please don’t leave me.”
These two sentences pretty effectively summarize the duration of your relationship with him.
The Oxford English Dictionary has eight definitions for “please,” but perhaps only two definitions apply to loser!kidnapper.
transitive (reflexive). Please: to do as one likes, to have one’s own way (frequently with dismissive force).
Please, as in, “please talk to me.”
It took you seven weeks to talk to him. Of course, you talked at first, mainly in a loud, interrogative tone (“Who the hell are you?!;” “What is wrong with you?!”), or in a desperate, bargaining tone (“Please just let me go, I promise I won’t tell anybody at all.”).
None of this shouting or crying led to a particularly fruitful conversation, at least not in the way he’d hoped (i.e., conversations that fizzled out after he responded with “Don’t you remember me? Please just look at me. I’m a regular at that coffee shop you work at!” and “Please try to understand that I can’t let you go! I’ve sacrificed so much by bringing you here, you can fall in love with me, please try!”).
After this short spat came a long, agonizing period of weeks that seemed to blend into one. He could not tell Monday from Saturday. In the morning, he would wake up, go to his mundane job, come home, silently rock himself back and forth while watching you do… nothing.
yearner!phainon is over the moon when he hears auditions for a boyfriend position are open! (*≧ω≦)ノ
cw: very!!!! suggestive and creepy, feminine fem!reader, popular!reader, downbad!phainon, like.. loser-level down bad but its kinda hidden cuz he's super gentlemanly and stuff, pervert!phainon, like.. this got creepy kind of fast tbh so yandere!phainon just to be safe, kinda forced intoxication, my attempt at an unreliable narrator phainon, college au, written with chubby reader in mind, inspired by the song: 'boyfriend' by big time rush cuz i'll never ever get over that song it's still 2011 ok? ok
also heavily inspired by @diz-eaze and their countless phainon aus. i love every single non they've got.
when phainon overheard your friends tease you about your lack of luck in love, it was like the stairway to heaven appeared in front of him. and when he heard you admit you really, really wanted a boyfriend, he got hard so quick he got dizzy. he had to lean against the wall, breathing heavily. a few people, including his best friend mydei, gave him weird looks, but he didn't care.
he had an opportunity to finally do something about his pathetic 'pining'.
Thinking of a Yandere who finds their Darling years after they managed to somehow escape them.
All of those years trying to figure out how their Darling could have possibly ran away, what they could have done to make them stay, the life they could have been living if they had stayed.
The sleepless nights wondering where their Darling went, who they were with, what they were doing, how they were, oh the questions were endless.
Everyday searching, looking through old social media waiting for a new post that could indicate their location, going to places their Darling frequented before, even stalking people close to their Darling to get even a clue.. yet nothing, it's like they had just vanished into thin air.
They counted every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every month and single every year that their Darling was away from them, feeling like a lost dog with no purpose now that their Darling was gone.
Well that was until they spotted them, at first, they barely believed their eyes, it must be an illusion, it must have been a cruel trick by their mind.. but no, there they were, their precious Darling, alive and well, just as beautiful as they remembered.
The Yandere's mind already had plans to take them back, how to take them, to memorize their routine and to snatch them away just at the right time but then they paused, when they really got a good look at their Darling, they were happy, happier than they had ever been with them, that's for sure.
Their Darling was happy, so happy with this life, not looking like that scared animal that the Yandere had known when they were with them, they had always dreamed of them feeling this happiness with them.. yet now they watched as their Darling felt what they had dreamed of for years without them.
They couldn't bare to take that happiness off their face, couldn't handle the idea of making their Darling miserable once more when they clearly had found themselves a new, joyous life.
They had been selfish once.. so perhaps it was time to be the selfless one now and finally let them go.
So after that, they just watched from afar, even if their heart ached watching their Darling so happy without them, the envy that filled their heart as they watched their Darling with others.. yet, they didn't do anything.
Love was about sacrificing after all.. and even if it hurt, deep down, they knew they wouldn't feel fulfilled either if they were to once again, cruelly snatch their Darling away from a life they loved.
Their Darling's happiness was what mattered and that was enough for them to be happy too.
the knot. [ushijima wakatoshi x reader]
» There's a knot under your throat that you can't seem to get rid of when he's around. It turns out he's the only one who knows how to untie it. «
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TAGS: childhood friends to lovers, one-sided enemies (?) to lovers, stoic ushijima x constantly confused reader, Alders!Ushijima x PR!reader, penetrative sex, semi-public sex, side friendship yachi x kageyama is my favorite thing ever
a/n: when i tell you guys that before writing this i was not an ushijima girl,,,, and now i have my eyes WIDE OPEN,,,,, everyone please thank @sweetberrypies for this commission!!!!
[commission honee here!]
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just the two of us.
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• Yandere!Council President who is the perfect picture of what a model student is, the kind of person parents constantly bring up when comparing their children, someone that most student in this school aspire to be.
• Yandere!Council President that is just way too perfect. Grades? Leadership? Personality? Athletic? Don't even ask. He could kill someone right now and everyone are going to defend him. Not that he would do that, of course!
• Yandere!Council President that brings light to everyone's day with his smile and presence. Someone's fighting? Don't worry, he is gonna solve it! Struggling with homeworks? Just ask him, he'd be happy to help! He is smart, and he is aware. Always aware. Especially.. when it comes to you. <3
• Compared to Yandere!Council President... you're the exact opposite of him. You skipped school whenever you got the chance, smoke at the rooftop, and got into fight every day, nearly got yourself expelled.
• Why aren't you expelled yet? Because the so called President pursued the principal that every student in this academy are his "friends", thus, he begged and begged the Principal to give you another chance. He is aware that the Principal won't rejected his offer — The Council President's request is absolute, the one who handled this school when the Principal is dilly dallying... Why would he rejected the request of someone that does the works and show how incompetent he is?
• "Are you not tired of being goody two shoes?" One day, you asked him as he is busy tending on your bruises after the fight you just had this afternoon. The last bell has already rang, and the students have already left. Leaving just the two of you in this school. "....well, are you not tired of fighting every day?" He asked you back instead with a chuckle, "I bet that's even more exhausting."
The two of you remained silent in the empty infirmary. You never talked to him in school despite being his childhood best friend, well... not in public at least.
Even without him needing to mention it out loud, you understand that reputation meant a lot to him, being friends with a delinquent like you would've hurted his reputation a lot, as his parents' expectations are already high enough. This is whats best for both of you, in your opinion.
The two of you acted like strangers in front of people, your friends despise him for being "a nepo baby nerd that thinks he has power", and his friends despise you for being "a delinquent that caused nothing but problems".
The only time both of you could talk, and be your real selves — is when both of you are alone together.
Just.. the two of us. He would mutter to himself, and brush it off with a blushing cheeks when you couldn't heard what he just said.
"No... you're right. It is exhausting." He confessed. Both of you laughed, before you winced in pain as he pressed the ice pack way too hard.
• Yandere!Council President that is always there whenever the teachers sent you to Principal's office. Always. Somehow the Principal is always busy whenever you were sent to this room, and he is always the one who replaced the Principal's absence.
"Detention again?" He closed his book as you entered the office. "Huh? You again?" You raised your eyebrows, surprised. The previous detention, and the previous-previous, does the Principal hates you so much to the point he always assigned the President here? Well.. not that you're complaining.
He smiled softly, the same reason came out from his mouth.
"The Principal is busy at the moment, guess it'd be just us again now."
• Yandere!Council President that has the full access to surveillance room... just to monitor you. Oh, you skipped school again? It's alright, he'll handle the teachers. Oops, you left that cigarette packs.. don't worry, he'll take it and ḳ̯͍̑ͦẹ̿͋̒̕ẹ̿͋̒̕p̞̈͑̚͞ ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑ t̲̂̓ͩ̑o̯̱̊͊͢ ḣ̖̻͛̓ỉ͔͖̜͌s̠҉͍͊ͅ s̠҉͍͊ͅḣ̖̻͛̓r̴̨̦͕̝ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ẹ̿͋̒̕ throw it away of course! Wouldn't want you to get into troubles~ You got into another fight? Geez, he'll prepare the bandage and alcohol right away! A̷͙ͭͫ̕ṇ̤͛̒̍ḑ̴̞͛̒ ḿ̬̏ͤͅā̤̓̍͘ḳ̯͍̑ͦẹ̿͋̒̕ s̠҉͍͊ͅư̡͕̭̇r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓o̯̱̊͊͢s̠҉͍͊ͅẹ̿͋̒̕ w̦̺̐̐͟ḣ̖̻͛̓o̯̱̊͊͢ ḣ̖̻͛̓ā̤̓̍͘v͒̄ͭ̏̇ẹ̿͋̒̕ ḣ̖̻͛̓ư̡͕̭̇r̴̨̦͕̝t̲̂̓ͩ̑ẹ̿͋̒̕ḑ̴̞͛̒ y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ ṇ̤͛̒̍ẹ̿͋̒̕v͒̄ͭ̏̇ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝ s̠҉͍͊ͅẹ̿͋̒̕ẹ̿͋̒̕ t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕ l̙͖̑̾ͣỉ͔͖̜͌ĝ̽̓̀͑ḣ̖̻͛̓t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ā̤̓̍͘ĝ̽̓̀͑ā̤̓̍͘ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍
You're his dearest friend afterall, he'll make sure to keep you safe. Don't you worry!
• Yandere!Council President who can be himself and let go of his perfect persona that he is maintaning only when he is in front of you. You found out that he is a picky eater, he smokes whenever he is stressed, he hates waking up early, and he also has a secret account just for trashtalking people that stressed him out. And after all of that, you never judged him for being himself. Just like him who never judged you.
"[Name].. is the only sincere person in this world.." he would say in his room, laying on his bed, kissing the bubblegum packaging he had taken from your desk. "No one can understands me, no one can fill my devoid heart.. but [Name] can.. the only person who never asks for anything in return... i am never lonely, because [Name] exists.."
His daydreaming was interrupted by the constant muffling sound beneath his room. He closed his eyes and sighed softly, before standing up and walking outside his bedroom.
"My my.. i totally forgot i have basement sometimes.." he smiled apologetically, "Right, uhh.. who are you again..?" The President tried to recall why he brought up this guy and left him on the basement, tied up and starving.
"Ah right.. you were the one who harassed my lovely [Name]!" He clapped his hands and smile, before removing the tape from his mouth.
"P-President!" The man sobbed and begged to be released, "Please! I am your friend right? Y-You won't do this to your own friend!" He smiled widely out of panicking. "I did not harass [Name]! You would trust me over that delinquent, right?!"
The President chuckled, before laughing loudly. His sweet laugh echoed through the wide basement.
"Hahaha! well i am the fair and responsible Council President afterall. Listening to everyone's opinion is my duty, and rules are absolute, delinquents are indeed a distraction to our Academy's policy. So it is indeed not weird if people tend to side with the Council rather than the Delinquents, no?" He said with a smile that doesn't reached his eyes.
"Right?! So–"
"That is exactly why you were wrong."
The guy's jaw dropped.
".....w-what..? What do you mean..?"
"Look, my friend... i couldn't care less about this rules, that rules... or whatever you guys expected from me. I have became everything you guys wanted me to be, i never complain, i do every works and it ended up being perfect. I'm sure you guys are delighted with me too, no?" He smiled and walked closer to the guy on his feet.
His face paled when he saw a revolver on the President's hand.
"But that line ends when you involved [Name]."
It is said that after days of being absent without any news, one of the Student Council members suddenly moved out from the Academy because of his parents' business! Everyone buy the President's explanation, except you. But nonetheless.. you felt relieved.
• Yandere!Council President that loves to buy you gifts, from the interests you've told him, to the ones you didn't even let others know, and if you asked him about it, he'd masked it off with something like "got this from my friend and i don't want it.." or "i thought this was cute and kinda reminds me of you."
He never changed at all, he remembered your birthday and habits... what you like and dislike, attentive and caring...
Who is the lucky person that gets to be with him in the future, you wonder?
... at this point, you fear that you might've fallen for the President. Your heart ache, he is out of my league. His parents would never approved me.
• Yandere!Council President that is always, always aware of what you're thinking.
He remembered exactly that you tilted your head six degrees downwards whenever you feel unease, or that slight faster heartbeat of yours when he jokingly flirted with you. Your hair grows 0,75 centimeters from the previous three days, you also apparently stopped wearing that perfume, he had predicted that too, knowing the scent is too strong for someone like you.
Your worriness, how you are slowly falling for him. He knows.
He has planned everything perfectly, so don't you worry... ♡
• Yandere!Council President that "got assigned" by your teacher to tutored you on the subjects you are failling. His friends felt bad for him, poor him, having to teach and deal with a delinquent like you,
but deep down in his heart –
"F̘͍͖ͫ͘ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ā̤̓̍͘l̙͖̑̾ͣl̙͖̑̾ͣy҉̃̀̋̑..! I̍̅̀̎̊t̲̂̓ͩ̑'s̠҉͍͊ͅ j̪̟̮̔ͩư̡͕̭̇s̠҉͍͊ͅt̲̂̓ͩ̑ t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕ t̲̂̓ͩ̑w̦̺̐̐͟o̯̱̊͊͢ o̯̱̊͊͢f̵͖̜̉ͅ ư̡͕̭̇s̠҉͍͊ͅ!♡♡♡♡"
and guess what? this is just the beggining, my love . . .
UNDER YOUR SPELL . .
in which stebbins can’t seem to keep his eyes off of you, even after you two had broken up.
꩜ ; no warnings, suggestive stuff implied but isn’t written
Stebbins has long forgotten his cup that’s sitting in his hand.
Not because he doesn’t like the drink, he wouldn’t have picked it if he didn’t. The noise also might be irritating him, but he’s at a party and he can’t complain about somewhere he chose to be.
Not really. He didn’t decide to be here. It was mostly Pete’s idea, claiming it’d be fun, and he should loosen up and do things that aren’t working out and homework. “You’ll meet someone fun!” Words from Harkness, who didn’t even go himself, rang out in his head.
He should’ve made up a shitty excuse like Harkness did.
(But what excuse did he have to make? Working out? What a load of bullshit.)
Something else that’s utter bullshit, was the other thing that was pissing him off.
You. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
It was last year when you both broke up. He claimed that the two of you wouldn’t work out, that he was simply too focused on other things to make time for you.
He lied. He lied so much that day that he was certain those hours alone got him a ticket straight to hell. He didn’t think you two wouldn’t work out, he just wanted his father to stop bothering him about it.
And he’s never felt more stupid in his life. Smart. That’s what he’s supposed to be.
He wasn’t irritated about you, to be specific, but to whoever the boy was you were talking to.
He was the type of guy to get too close for comfort, arm on shoulder, and a little too relaxed. If he may add, he’s laughing way too hard, to the point that other people began to stare right with Stebbins. That irritated him even more. Nothing is ever that fucking funny. He thinks.
But he’s not with you. He hasn’t been for a long time.
He just doesn’t understand why he’s so worked up about this. Should he just go home? He doesn’t have to say goodbye to anyone, after all. He doesn’t owe anyone.
But then it clicks, when he squints a little, or looks at you even harder, he notices something.
Uneasiness. You’re clearly uncomfortable with whoever this is, but even as the hand that was on your shoulder roams down to your hip, you keep a small smile on your face. And Stebbins has had just enough. He storms over, the cup in his hand dropping and someone shouting out a “Hey!” that he easily ignores.
And with a swift movement, he grabs the guy by the shoulder roughly, and delivers a punch to his face. Gasps and giggles erupt from all around him, and he sees you turn to him in shock right after. The boy, the stupid boy he corrects in his head, had crashed into the table and knocked a few people over with him. Stebbins could give a shit less. He grabs your arm and aims for the front door.
You knew Stebbins was.. well, violent? Sometimes? He did hockey, for fucks sake.
But in no universe, would you expect him out of all people to make a scene at a party. A place he was already probably not wanting to be at.
Currently, you both were sitting in his car, at a red light, to be specific, it was the one that always took forever. So now it’s just awkward.
“You didn’t have to bring me home.” You say quietly, your voice cracks from not using it, and you honestly feel embarrassed about it. Stebbins huffs, and you think he’s gonna blow out on you too.
“Was the least I could do.” He said, gripping the steering wheel, but he didn’t seem annoyed. Not at all, giddy, maybe. Nervous, even. “Sorry.” He says. It seems forced.
“It’s okay. I should be thanking you, actually. He was creeping me out a little. Touching me.” You blink slowly, and you assume the drinks are actually doing its work, or maybe the fear from the moment made it go away for a bit, and now it’s coming back to bite you.
“You could’ve said something sooner.”
You shrug. “To who? I was there alone.” You say quickly, but instantly regret it when you see him turn to you out of the corner of your eye.
“Alone? Why were you there alone?”
“Why were you?”
“I wasn’t.” He turns away. “I went with Pete, and Ray, and..”
You raise a brow. “And?”
“And no one is important.”
“Ah,” you say, clicking your tongue. “Right. You have time to go out to parties and punch people, find friends important, but not me, right? Never me.” You can’t stop talking, but you can definitely tell the atmosphere has changed. “Never.” You repeat to yourself.
“Can we not do this? Just let me take you to your dorm.” He says, and the light turns green.
“Why?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
You turn to him, slightly irritated. “Then what was it like, Stebbins?”
He blinks slowly, and seems to ponder something before finally spitting his words out. “Fine, you want to know? My dad made me do it. Said he’d kick me out the school if I stayed with you and didn’t focus on hockey. You think I wanted that?”
“You could’ve told me.”
“What, that I was a coward?”
“Why would I care about that of all things? Jeez, you’re a fucking asshole!” You say, and you cross your arms and look out the window instead. Silence falls over the car. You suddenly feel guilty, and close your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He says, and in a split second, your eyes are back open. This one, this apology, seems genuine. Feels genuine.
“What?” You sputter out.
“I said I’m sorry. For being like that. I know I messed up. I know I..” He trails off, not really knowing what else to say.
He just said everything he needed to, though. Without even saying it.
“It’s okay… Well, not really, but-“
“Yeah.” He cuts you off while giving you a look, then turning back to the road. “Yeah, I get it.”
He seems to think for a second, and before he can say anything, you do.
“Is Harkness there? At your dorm, I mean.”
“No?” He says, extremely confused, before he catches on. “Oh.”
“If you don’t wanna, I mean- What am I saying? I’m sorry. This is so awkwar-“
“No, I want to.” Stebbins cuts you off, he clears his throat. “Spend time with you, and..”
“Mhm. Me too, Stebbins.” You say, and you’re almost about to drift off until you feel the familiar turn of the parking lot.
“Billy.” He corrects. You nod.
“Yeah, okay. Billy.” You repeat to basically yourself.
You don’t know where this is going, honestly.
But it wouldn’t hurt to find out, right?
@signedinmarigold
UNDER YOUR SPELL . .
in which stebbins can’t seem to keep his eyes off of you, even after you two had broken up.
꩜ ; no warnings, suggestive stuff implied but isn’t written
Stebbins has long forgotten his cup that’s sitting in his hand.
Not because he doesn’t like the drink, he wouldn’t have picked it if he didn’t. The noise also might be irritating him, but he’s at a party and he can’t complain about somewhere he chose to be.
Not really. He didn’t decide to be here. It was mostly Pete’s idea, claiming it’d be fun, and he should loosen up and do things that aren’t working out and homework. “You’ll meet someone fun!” Words from Harkness, who didn’t even go himself, rang out in his head.
He should’ve made up a shitty excuse like Harkness did.
(But what excuse did he have to make? Working out? What a load of bullshit.)
Something else that’s utter bullshit, was the other thing that was pissing him off.
You. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
It was last year when you both broke up. He claimed that the two of you wouldn’t work out, that he was simply too focused on other things to make time for you.
He lied. He lied so much that day that he was certain those hours alone got him a ticket straight to hell. He didn’t think you two wouldn’t work out, he just wanted his father to stop bothering him about it.
And he’s never felt more stupid in his life. Smart. That’s what he’s supposed to be.
He wasn’t irritated about you, to be specific, but to whoever the boy was you were talking to.
He was the type of guy to get too close for comfort, arm on shoulder, and a little too relaxed. If he may add, he’s laughing way too hard, to the point that other people began to stare right with Stebbins. That irritated him even more. Nothing is ever that fucking funny. He thinks.
But he’s not with you. He hasn’t been for a long time.
He just doesn’t understand why he’s so worked up about this. Should he just go home? He doesn’t have to say goodbye to anyone, after all. He doesn’t owe anyone.
But then it clicks, when he squints a little, or looks at you even harder, he notices something.
Uneasiness. You’re clearly uncomfortable with whoever this is, but even as the hand that was on your shoulder roams down to your hip, you keep a small smile on your face. And Stebbins has had just enough. He storms over, the cup in his hand dropping and someone shouting out a “Hey!” that he easily ignores.
And with a swift movement, he grabs the guy by the shoulder roughly, and delivers a punch to his face. Gasps and giggles erupt from all around him, and he sees you turn to him in shock right after. The boy, the stupid boy he corrects in his head, had crashed into the table and knocked a few people over with him. Stebbins could give a shit less. He grabs your arm and aims for the front door.
You knew Stebbins was.. well, violent? Sometimes? He did hockey, for fucks sake.
But in no universe, would you expect him out of all people to make a scene at a party. A place he was already probably not wanting to be at.
Currently, you both were sitting in his car, at a red light, to be specific, it was the one that always took forever. So now it’s just awkward.
“You didn’t have to bring me home.” You say quietly, your voice cracks from not using it, and you honestly feel embarrassed about it. Stebbins huffs, and you think he’s gonna blow out on you too.
“Was the least I could do.” He said, gripping the steering wheel, but he didn’t seem annoyed. Not at all, giddy, maybe. Nervous, even. “Sorry.” He says. It seems forced.
“It’s okay. I should be thanking you, actually. He was creeping me out a little. Touching me.” You blink slowly, and you assume the drinks are actually doing its work, or maybe the fear from the moment made it go away for a bit, and now it’s coming back to bite you.
“You could’ve said something sooner.”
You shrug. “To who? I was there alone.” You say quickly, but instantly regret it when you see him turn to you out of the corner of your eye.
“Alone? Why were you there alone?”
“Why were you?”
“I wasn’t.” He turns away. “I went with Pete, and Ray, and..”
You raise a brow. “And?”
“And no one is important.”
“Ah,” you say, clicking your tongue. “Right. You have time to go out to parties and punch people, find friends important, but not me, right? Never me.” You can’t stop talking, but you can definitely tell the atmosphere has changed. “Never.” You repeat to yourself.
“Can we not do this? Just let me take you to your dorm.” He says, and the light turns green.
“Why?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
You turn to him, slightly irritated. “Then what was it like, Stebbins?”
He blinks slowly, and seems to ponder something before finally spitting his words out. “Fine, you want to know? My dad made me do it. Said he’d kick me out the school if I stayed with you and didn’t focus on hockey. You think I wanted that?”
“You could’ve told me.”
“What, that I was a coward?”
“Why would I care about that of all things? Jeez, you’re a fucking asshole!” You say, and you cross your arms and look out the window instead. Silence falls over the car. You suddenly feel guilty, and close your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He says, and in a split second, your eyes are back open. This one, this apology, seems genuine. Feels genuine.
“What?” You sputter out.
“I said I’m sorry. For being like that. I know I messed up. I know I..” He trails off, not really knowing what else to say.
He just said everything he needed to, though. Without even saying it.
“It’s okay… Well, not really, but-“
“Yeah.” He cuts you off while giving you a look, then turning back to the road. “Yeah, I get it.”
He seems to think for a second, and before he can say anything, you do.
“Is Harkness there? At your dorm, I mean.”
“No?” He says, extremely confused, before he catches on. “Oh.”
“If you don’t wanna, I mean- What am I saying? I’m sorry. This is so awkwar-“
“No, I want to.” Stebbins cuts you off, he clears his throat. “Spend time with you, and..”
“Mhm. Me too, Stebbins.” You say, and you’re almost about to drift off until you feel the familiar turn of the parking lot.
“Billy.” He corrects. You nod.
“Yeah, okay. Billy.” You repeat to basically yourself.
You don’t know where this is going, honestly.
But it wouldn’t hurt to find out, right?
@signedinmarigold