Starting Off No Nut November With The Racist Ginger In One Of My Classes Telling Me To Suck His Dick

starting off no nut november with the racist ginger in one of my classes telling me to suck his dick or he’ll shoot one of my friends

𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓉𝓇𝑒. 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.

✿ summary: maybe your bullies did something right after cornering you in the park and accidentally hitting the gang member in your class instead of you

✿ ft: kazutora hanemiya

all you wanted to do right now was go home and take a hot bath, relax your muscles from a long day of school. all you had to do was walk for a few more minutes. you did have a follower, though. or that's what it sounded like with the ringing of a bell, probably a keychain, and mimicking snow crunching from your own.

as long as they didn’t try to hurt you or, god forbid, talk to you, you would be fine. you honestly didn't have the brain capacity after a long day of studying and annoying girls in your class. in every single class.

you were taken out of your daze when you heard some annoying high-pitched laughs. you knew those annoying high-pitched laughs and forced giggles anywhere. the elongated words almost seeping out like moans. a higher pitch, almost panda baby-sounding sneeze followed after and a whine, “noo~, that is my real sneeze taro~~!”

yeah, pick me, girls in your class. they didn't exactly try to like you at all. turns out their boyfriends also don't exactly like you at all either. how fun. so fun, in fact, that a snowball was hurtling right towards you.

but it didn't hit you. it hit the person behind you with a sound that just had to hurt. and then there was a grunt. a very annoyed grunt.

you turned to see where the guy's offender was, but a snowball hit your chest, splattering all over your new warm jacket. and then another. and another.

quickly realizing what was happening, you yelled a short "run!" before booking it under the bridge the girls and their boyfriends were on. as both of you ran snowballs hit you from every which direction.

did they plan this out or something? there’s literally girls and boys stationed like the military over the park. you had to hand it to whoever planned this out; it was impressive.

you brought hands to your face to try and protect it as you ran as fast as you could, the only noise you could hear was the whipping of snowballs being thrown in the air and hitting you.

once your eyes caught a rock, you bolted as fast as you could, arms flailing, trying to reach the damn thing. you dove towards it, crawling to safety.

then, your very nice follower had decided to also dive into the snow, right on you. his hand grabbed your back, plunging you into the snow. your body hit the snow further, nose stuffed with snow so far you almost could smell the nice earthy dirt from the last season. but he grabbed your collar, saving you from the snow, and shoved your face into his own.

“the hell is wrong with you?” he wasn’t screaming, but he was still holding back, you could tell.

“what-?!” you almost laughed, but you coughed up some of that stupid snow he submerged you into.

“you got your friends to do this, didn't you? you think you're so special, don't cha’?”

as he went off, you started to recognize the guy practicing holding you by your throat, arguing with you. he was practically arguing with a wall with drying paint.

your mind finally hit a mini memory. you know this guy. you don't know him, but you know him. he was one of your friends' crush the week he came to school, so of course, you had to hear her rant about him for a week.

what even was his name? kyazutora? bazutora? nyanyatora? once your eyes landed on that tattoo on his neck, it hit you. kazutora, that was his name. It fit him in a weird sense.

now, that week she spent talking about him was only filled with compliments after compliments. ‘he's so hot’ she would say. ‘he's a need not a want’ she would say. ‘forget a ferrari for christmas, I want him’ she would say. you didn't get it at first, but now… you still don't.

he was being an ass right now. you didn't want to fight, maybe a bit, but not with him. he could probably see that, and he still went off until he didn't. he released you, and you felt yourself fall deep into the snow.

you muttered a small thank you and tried to dust yourself off, only now catching time to get the snow out of your eyelashes and face.

“we should get out of here.”

“obviously.” 

“listen, I'm not really in the mood to deal with your attitude right now, and I just want them to go away. I don't want to fight you, so can you please not try and be rude or anything,” you try to hold back. he’s probably had a rough day too, being hit in the face by a snowball but still.

“you want them to go away?” he asked, smirking, letting his pointy teeth be more pronounced. you give him a curt nod. “ok, I can do that. just listen to me.” he looks around, not even flinching with the ongoing snowballs being aimed at you two.

“start making snowballs.” he orders you while trying to make snowballs.

you turn to try and make a snowball, hands moving to shape it into a circle. it crumples and falls in your hand, but you still make as many as you can in a minute. by the time a minute passes, your jaw drops. he’s already got a whole arm full of them. does he have an automatic snowball maker stuffed in that bell earring of his?

“how did you?”

“you ready?” he asks, almost too gleefully. he turns to start throwing as many snowballs as he can, each one hitting directly where he wanted them. is he on the baseball team? you would have remembered if he was a baseball boy.

still, he was pressing out arms like the pitchers on tv, throwing every which way, all with that smirk on his face, his ammo slowly running out. you peek out from the rock, watching him work his magic.

your bullies- the girls in your class- shrieked and grabbed their boyfriends' arms. “run!” they squealed like dying pigs, running away for their life on the bridge.

next, he aimed for a boy hiding behind a rock opposite of yours. he jumped to the side, dodging a snowball passing his shoulder, hitting the tree behind him. he threw it midair, almost in slow motion as it still hit the kid in the eye with a loud “eugh” and ran away crying. that's gotta hurt.

you turned to see there was still a boy who ran away unscathed from your savior. “ah, he got away,” you told him, an unused snowball still in your gloved hands.

“snowball,” he held out his hand, still looking towards the boy. you placed the weapon into his hands and watched as the boy ran for his life.

he pushed his shoulder and arm back, lifted his leg a bit, pivoted his foot. ‘bam!’

you could practically feel the impact of a rock hit your lower back as you watched the collision. the poor kid fell straight on his face from the ball.

“you hit him!”

“so?”

“so what?! you hit him!” you jumped into his arms that stiffened before he grabbed your shoulders and shoved you off.

“you go to my school, right? tomorrow you should eat lunch with me. I'll make hot chocolate and pumpkin pie!”

“hot chocolate and pumpkin pie? that sounds disgusting.”

“free food's still free food.”

and at the same time, he found your classroom the next day and ate the meal you prepared for him.

I have brain rot of Min Ho and i’ve only found two fics so drop any Min Ho x reader fanfic ideas you want

I’ll basically write anything for u guys

The Summer I Turned Pretty

Min Ho x reader

Gif by @livelovecaliforniadreams

“No,” a tanned hand pointed to a picture of you. “NoOooOo.”

Min Ho stole a drink from a waiter and kept his eyes on the cute girl in front of him.

“Off limits.”

Smoothly walking around the crowd of people, he combed his hair with his hand and smirked, preparing himself for the attractive girl in front of him.

“No touchy.”

His hand reached out to touch her shoulder, offering the refreshing glass until he saw Q coming.

“I’ll kill you.”

“You’re finally here! It took you long enough,” Q shouted, holding you in a suffocating hug, rocking you in his hold before saying your name, almost sounding like he dragged it out for Min Ho to know who you were, even if he didn't know he was here.

“You’re finally here! It took you long enough,” Q shouted, holding you in a suffocating hug rocking you in his hold before saying your name, almost sounding like he dragged it out for Min Ho to know who you were even if didn't know he was here. 

“Y” no.

“N.” This couldn't be happening. It wasn't you, was it? No acne. You're wearing a dress? And heels? No, no, no, no, no, no, no… you were just someone else. Not Y/n.

You, or not you to Min Ho, yelled at Q for him to hear you. Min Ho couldn't hear the words, but when you left, he went to Q.

“Who was that?” Min Ho asked, almost offended.

“Y/n. Don't you remember her?” Q asked, out of breath, the smile on his face almost dropping for a second.

Of course, he did. But that girl in the photo he showed before the party was Y/n. Not whoever that was. In a shorter, tighter dress with matching heels. The Y/n he knew would wear oversized hoodies and jeans, paired with the most atrocious skincare routine he’d ever seen.

The Y/n he knew didn't know how to put on makeup to hide her acne, blackheads, etc. This one did. So that's why she isn't Y/n. Q’s sister isn't mature and doesn't know how to walk in heels, but this one?

This random girl looked mature. The opposite of Y/n. She almost looked cute to him, always running to him if she was scared or had a problem, on the brink of tears. Her voice would crack slightly, and his heart would hammer five times faster, hoping she wouldn't hear how his heart raced around her—

He cut off his thoughts, not wanting to get his feelings involved in any more ways possible. If Q knew, he didn't want to know what would happen to himself.

“Of course, I do,” he scoffed. “She’s changed.”

“I know! She really got into makeup videos and fashion blogs over the summer. And she started to drink water and get tons of sleep! I’m so proud of her, my little baby~,” he cooed.

Min Ho scoffed, rolling his eyes. He still couldn't help how his eyes immediately found your body. The way you smiled, the little crinkles under your eyes. His fist bunched up when he noticed you were talking to another boy. Why should he care who you're talking to? You’re your own person; you don't need him like you used to.

“Who’s she talking to? He looks like a baboon covered in cottage cheese. Has he ever seen skincare before? He probably uses water and dish soap to wash his face. Disgusting.”

“Woah, woah. Slow down there,” Q brought his hands up defensively. “It’s just a boy.”

“A disgusting, sweaty boy.”

“And why do you care?” Q asked, a hand on his hip. He almost seemed interested until it was his sister Min Ho was talking about. Immediately, all the teasing behind his eyes darkened.

“I’m looking out for her,” Min Ho said, but the look in Q’s eyes made him restate it. “For you.”

“Mhm. That better be it.”

“I should go find Dae,” Min Ho said. However, his eyes and body betrayed him. Even as he tried to pull his gaze away, it was as if his eyes were glued to your frame. He continued walking, his arm lifted up to help push away the people in his way. The sea of people grew smaller as he moved closer to you.

The way the lights reflected off your face almost made you appear angelic, just for him.

But then he saw the boy you were talking to. Glasses and curly brown hair. His eyebrows needed some- a lot of work. His glasses were big and bulky, resting on his strong nose, unfortunately not hiding his green eyes. His jaw was red and bumpy, but the rest of his face was smooth.

He lifted a hand to tap on the boy's shoulder, and if it was even possible, the most malicious smile you had ever seen spread over his features.

“O-oh, I’m so sorry,” the boy stuttered, his face flushing, and he turned to face you, panicked. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend; I had just assumed—”

“Assumed?” You repeated, a little confused, but when you looked up, you saw him.

He had been able to fit into his clothes more since the last time you saw him.

“Boyfriend?” Min Ho asked the boy, now leaning down a bit to meet his gaze.

He had gotten taller since the last time you'd seen him.

“A-are you not a thing? Oh my, I’m so sorry,” he stuttered further, digging himself into a pit of embarrassment. Min Ho just raised a brow at him; obviously, his patience was wearing thin.

He had gotten worse at hiding his feelings since the last time you'd seen him.

“Why are you still here?” He smiled politely, but his tone was anything but. He couldn't help but flicker his eyes over to you, and he couldn't help with his heart almost hammering twice as hard.

He had gotten more blunt since the last time you'd seen him.

“No! Stay, you’re fine,” you interjected, grabbing the boy's hand. You looked at him, batting your lashes, unaware of the effect it was having on both boys.

His face had gotten even redder since the last time you'd seen him.

“Are you?” He reached a hand around your shoulder, drawing you closer to him. His cologne almost enveloped you. It wasn't heavy and strong like the other boys at school. It was nice and light, making you almost dizzy in a way you never knew was possible.

He smelled better than the last time you had seen him.

The boy, embarrassed, turned red and quickly withdrew his hand from yours. He then turned into the crowd, making his way to a random corner of the room. Min Ho tightened his grip on your shoulder, and you met his gaze. He looked down at you with unreadable eyes, but you could tell that the way he held you, embraced you, never made you want to leave his arms.

He made you feel even warmer than the last time you had seen him. 

"What was wrong with him?" 

He had grown more attractive since the last time you saw him.

"Min Ho? It's you, right?" you asked skeptically. He looked like him, yet so much different.

"Who else would look this handsome?" he replied with almost anything but an innocent look on his face.

"It's just that you've... changed."

"Have I?"

"I know this is quick, but can we go outside to talk? It's a little loud!" you yelled, emphasizing your point. "I just haven't seen you in forever, and I want to catch up," you told him, almost speaking to yourself. He couldn't help but bite the inside of his cheek at the cute display.

He looked around for an exit and, more importantly, for Q. "Do you see your brother?" he asked, leaning closer to your ear, his breath fanning over your ear and neck, sending shivers down your spine. It wasn't moist, and it definitely wasn't smelly. Had he used mouthwash before this?

You finally regained your composure and looked around to see if Q was within your sight. "No," 

"Good," he squeezed your shoulder and guided you through the crowd. He tucked you both away, making sure Q wouldn't be able to see either of you. "Just follow me."

Finally, the two of you reached an exit, and he pushed the door open. Outside was a breathtaking sight, with stars twinkling in the sky as if they were shining just for the two of you. But such a thought would be selfish, a wish unlikely to come true. The full moon casts an additional beam of light over both of you.

"Ah-" The cold hit your exposed skin, almost causing an immediate sensation of frostbite. You winced, raising your shoulders and bringing your hands to your exposed arms.

"Aw, are you cold?" he asked. But before you could tell him no, he was taking off his jacket before you knew it. "Q would kill me if you got sick."

"You don't have to," you whispered, almost a part of you not wanting him to take the jacket back. You wanted to blame it on the fact that you were cold and your body needed it, but at the same time, you reached up to tuck yourself further into the jacket. "You must be cold. You need it more than I do."

"I'm not shaking like a five-year-old," he scoffed, observing you trembling in the oversized jacket. "Let's sit." He led you over to a small bench facing the city lights. The air was crisp and clean, the wind cooling your face after the warmth inside.

You turned to ask him a question, but he cut you off. "How's your life been?"

"Fine, I guess."

"I guess isn't an answer. What would Q think of his sister having an 'I guess' time at her new school?"

You looked at him and then the city below. He had gotten closer to you, presumably seeking warmth. "I'll miss all my friends. And the time difference is... challenging."

He nodded, listening patiently. "You can always make new friends."

"Like who?"

"Me," he answered abruptly, almost too quickly.

"Q's told me about you," you smiled, lightly nudging his shoulder with your own. "Hang out with me one time, and your fan girls will come after me."

"What's wrong with a couple hundred followers?" He nudged back, trying to lighten the mood.

"Not a couple thousand?" You teased back. "You can tag me in a post of us eating together, and they'll run to me."

"And what if we're not eating?"

"Shopping is also fun."

"That's so basic. My followers already see that. They need something new."

"Like what?" You laughed, but it got quickly cut off as a warm hand cradled your cheek. Your smile turned to a look of confusion and then realization. His eyes remained fixed on yours, only diverting their gaze every few seconds.

Your heartbeat quickened, and you could feel it in your throat. Your cheeks and ears grew hot. Closing your eyes, you leaned in, anticipating the kiss, but his hand dropped to his side.

Blinking your eyes open, your face flushed with embarrassment. "S-sorry, I got the wrong idea."

Min Ho could only stare at you as if looking right through you. He had promised Q. He had promised one of his best friends. What was he doing? Why was he feeling like this? Not like he should have never even touched you in the first place. Not like he should have never noticed you. Like he should have never stopped touching your cheek. Like he should have leaned in.

You rambled on with your apologies, still embarrassed, as he continued to think. But he shouldn't be thinking; he should be following his heart. So he did.

"It’s my fault and-"

"Shut up for a second."

Gasping for air, you stared at him, and without words, his eyes flickered to your lips, and he leaned in again, closing the gap between you. Your fingers dug into the pocket of his jacket, not wanting to touch him yet. The feeling of butterflies couldn't even begin to describe what you felt.

A small, wordless sigh escaped your lips, indicating your need for air. He pulled back, and you both looked at each other with reddened lips. "How did you like your first kiss?"

"That wasn't my first kiss!" You protested.

"I feel bad for whoever was your first."

"Min Ho!"

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thinking about making a december masterlist but i need ideas. dm/comment some festive type prompt ideas or characters and ill try to squeeze them in.

Edward!Malleus x Bella!Y/n

Y/n: You're impossibly fast, and strong. Your skin is pale white and ice cold. Your eyes change color, and sometimes you speak like--like you're from a different time. You never eat or drink anything. You don't go out in the sunlight. ...How old are you?

Malleus: Seventeen.

Y/n: How long have you been seventeen?

Malleus: A while.

Y/n: I know what you are.

Malleus: Say it. Out loud. Say it!

Y/n: Vampire.

Malleus: Are you afraid?

Y/n: No.

Malleus: Then ask me the most basic question: what do we eat?

Y/n: You won't hurt me. (he takes your arm and leads you, walking fast) Where are we going?

Malleus: Up the mountain. Out of the cloud bank. You need to know what I look like in the sunlight.

(You fly with him. Sort of.)

Malleus: This is why we don't show ourselves in the sunlight. People would know that we're different. This is what I am.

(Malleus walks into a sunbeam and he ... sparkles?)

Y/n: It's like diamonds. You're beautiful.

Malleus: Beautiful? This is the skin of a killer, y/n. I'm a killer.

Y/n: I don't believe that.

Malleus: It's because you believe a lie. A camoflauge. I'm the world's most dangerous predator. Everything about me invites you in. My voice, my face, even my smell. As if I would need any of that. As if you could out run me. As if you could fight me off. (He shows off his powers.) I'm designed to kill.

Y/n: I don't care.

Malleus: I've killed people before.

Y/n: It doesn't matter.

Malleus: I wanted to kill you. I've never wanted a human's blood so much in my life.

Y/n: I trust you.

Malleus: Don't.

Y/n: I'm here. I trust vou.

Malleus: My family, we're different than others of our kind. We only hunt animals. We've learned to control our thirst. It's you. Your scent. It's like a drug to me. Like my own personal brand of heroin.

Y/n: Why did you hate me so much when we met?

Malleus: I did. Only for making me want you so badly. I still don't know if I can control myself.

Y/n: I know you can.

Malleus: I can't read your mind. You have to tell me what you're thinking.

Y/n: Now I'm afraid.

Malleus: Good.

Y/n: I'm not afraid of you, I'm only afraid of losing you. I feel like you're going to disappear.

Malleus: You don't know how long I've waited for you. And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.

Y/n: What a stupid lamb.

Malleus: What a sick, masochistic lion.

(You proceed to lie in a meadow with him and stare at each other.)

Y/n: (voice over) About three things I was absolutely positive: first, Malleus was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him--and I didn't know how dominant that part might be--that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.